#ecw fanfiction

[tache-noire]

Kinktober Day 16: RavenPunk + Object Insertion

Warning for violence, rape, and referenced child abuse. Heed the tags.

[haha-mania]

Tickle Headcannons: Sandman

Lee Headcannons:

• He is surprisingly ticklish and is SO embarrassed by it

• He’s embarrassed about his “tough guy” act going away once he’s being tickled

• Doesn’t really like being tickled by wrestlers he’s not that close with

• Will allow tickles from his closer buddies but only for a bit

• Tries to hold in his laughter but fails miserably

• His laugh would be quite loud, and I feel like he would have like a evil villain type laugh or something similar

• I’ve seen this man smile before though and wow is it cute

• Would enjoy being tickled by female wrestlers/friends more than his guy friends

• Most ticklish spots would be his armpits and sides, and maybe his ribs

• This guy DEFINITELY would be the type to curse when getting tickled

• “OH FUHUHUCK!!” “NOT THERE, SHIHIHIT!!” just cackling and cursing in between it all lmao

Ler Headcannons:

• Oh you would be DOOMED

• This guy is a EVIL ler

• Would pin the lee’s arms with one hand then use his free hand and go to absolute town

• No tools at all when Sandman is in charge of tickling. Hands all the way!

• Would be nicer with the wrestlers he’s close with but when it’s wrestlers he dislikes, oh boy, he is ROUGH

• Would stare at the lee with a cheeky grin while tickling

• Doesn’t really use teases. Just tickles and smiles evilly while doing so.

• Once in a awhile, he would hit the lee with the “who’s the one laughing now?”

• Would be more gentle when tickling his female friends

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you and you still won't hear me (Raven x Stevie X fem!Reader) Chapter 2

A/N: Second chapter is here. Thank you so much for everyone who supported me <3 

A big thanks to @aritamargarita​ @average-nash-enjoyer​ @x-s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s-x​ and @evenflowddts​ for giving me the confidence, love ya <3

Whoever said time heals all wounds was lying, or at least that was your opinion about it. Having to see Raven at work didn’t become easier, even if he seemed to be the one avoiding you two more times than you did with him. Was it a way to manipulate you? Maybe, but it drove you crazy nonetheless.

You felt that hiding in your beat up car was pathetic, yet it was not like you had any other opinions if you didn’t want to break down in front of your colleagues. Whenever you closed your eyes you kept seeing Raven in that alley, your stomach would turn into knots and you would start to have chills, it was a constant reminder of how you were never safe.

Stevie was in your same situation but he always plastered a smile on his face, making you forget all your problems just for a minute. You felt sick at the idea that your worries were poisoning him because it sounded like a Raven’s plan and you were carrying on with it.

“You think I’ll be gone if you walk out that door? Go ahead and try!”

The words dug like knives in your heart, making your blood boil. You wanted to punch him and scream but instead you were just drained, everything was too much which made you question if it was even worth fighting.

A loud bang on your windshield made you jump in fear. You quickly turned your head around only to see Sandman, with his usual cigarette in his mouth, signaling you to roll the window down.

“Are you trapped in the car?” He asked, a puff of smoke hitting you in your face.

“No. What are you doing here? Trying to make my car smell like a cheap nightclub bathroom?” You replied.

He laughed at you. “I need to talk to you, maybe the smoke can help clear your mind.”

You rolled your eyes but deep inside his words made your stomach twist. Sandman wasn’t the kind of guy to talk unless it was necessary.

“It’s about him, isn’t it? Did he do or say something?” You didn’t even try to hide the concern in your voice, which was a wrong move.

He puffed again in your face. “You still care too much.”

“Are you punishing me for asking? Just say what’s going on already!” You felt your face heating up.

 “You and Stevie have a promo with him later, he has to confront you about the betrayal. If it was a storyline before, now it's real shit.” 

Your breath stopped in your throat for a second. You hoped you had more time however life had planned to kick you down, what a classic!

“Why are you telling me this?”Your voice was shaking. 

“Because you have two options: forgetting about him or staying with him but not letting the asshole walk all over you.” 

You suppressed the urge to laugh, Sandman made it so easy but he had no idea about the chaos, the headaches and hurt. Leaving Raven was supposed to be so easy but only the thought made blood freeze. 

If it hurts me, why do I want him? 

“I am not talking to him anymore. Me and Stevie walked away.” Hesitation slipped through your words. Who were you trying to convince? 

“However, he still controls ya. And if you let him have this kind of power over you, he will bring you and your lover boy down to hell again. Think about it during your promo.” He finished his cigarette and then he was walking away. 

You throw your head in your hands, feeling your temples pulsating. At this point you were completely lost and seriously considering just not showing up, after all your nausea was growing so much you were afraid to throw up in the ring. 

But that way you would have played Raven's game, you would have shown him that you couldn't confront him and probably Stevie would have worried to death. Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror and tried to smile. 

“Fuck you, Raven!” You whispered, getting out of the car. 

—

A mix of cheers and boos welcomed you walking down the ramp next to Stevie. It didn’t really surprise you because for every guy who wanted to see Raven’s ass kicked, there was another who hated Stevie’s goofiness and saw you two as traitors. If only they knew what was happening behind the curtains.

Raven was sitting in his usual ring corner, his face was masked by his hair yet you could feel his eyes burning your skin. The segment was set to be a back and forth, a fallout that would lead up to a feud, your job was pretty much to take a bump and support Stevie. It was irrational to fear for your life but you could never be sure with Raven, especially when you haven't seen him properly since the night club. 

“What do you want, Raven?” You started, pronouncing his name with disgust. 

“Me? Nothing. But what do you two want? What's next for Y/N and Stevie Richards?” His mocking tone made your blood boil. It didn't matter it was supposed to be “fake”, you felt like he really meant to bash you two. He still thought he had power over you, which only made you want to punch him. 

“I know what you are trying to do. You think you can still get in our heads, well there's no fucking way!” The crowd erupted into a surprise cheer for Stevie standing up, which made it really hard to suppress a smile. 

“After everything I have given you, after everything I shared with you, that's how I get repaid? That's the thanks I get for saving you two?”

Saving. There was a time where you really thought Raven was a savior, when he seemed better than anyone and anything else. But soon it turned into a twisted game of manipulation, where the more you stayed with him and the less you were yourself, only Stevie was your dim light at the end of the tunnel. 

“Saving? How that's you call the beatings and the anger? The only thing that was saved was your sorry ass everytime me and Stevie sacrificed ourselves, without us you wouldn't even have that belt on your waist!” You gripped the microphone in your hand, preventing it from shaking. 

You knew Paul wanted a raw and honest promo, both parties knew what the other would say yet you felt like poking the bear. Cocky Raven would have never enjoyed being reminded that he used people to get to the top, he never wanted to appear weak. Choosing to do this meant bruising his ego, even if it was scripted. 

“I shared my brain, I shared my psychology, I even shared my house when you didn't have a place to stay. If you are here it's because of me!” He stood up, making your body paralyze before Stevie promptly shielded you. 

It’s part of the script. He can't hurt you or Stevie more because there will be consequences. You tried to reassure yourself. 

“Yeah, you also shared your pain, shared your anger, made us relieve something we weren't meant to : your childhood. You can say all those things but I am no longer your lackey, I no longer second to you. I stand with Y/N now.”

Raven walked even closer to Stevie. Adrenaline was rushing in your system as you recognized the moment where Stevie was supposed to be hit, leaving you alone and defenseless. However, Raven brought his mic to his mouth again. 

“You know, I expected it from Stevie but Y/N, that was a surprise. After all, I thought you were going to show a little more gratitude after I saved your ass from the street after yet another fight with your ex boyfriend!” The crowd gasped while your eyes widened. 

No, no, it couldn't be true. It was not part of the fucking script why was he saying that? Your heart started to beat faster as you felt trapped in the ring, desperately wanting to crawl out. You knew he could go low, but bringing up the darkest period in your life? That was crossing the line even for him. 

As you tried your best to not let any emotion show, you thought about your next move. Probably it was smarter to let Stevie handle the situation but it was personal and the anger twisting your stomach was pushing you to react by stepping in front of him. He wanted to break you, so you had to show him that you knew his little secrets too. 

“You disgust me. I am actually happy I didn't help your pathetic ass getting up when Sandman busted you open, just like I don't regret turning my back on you while you were puking your guts out!” You raised your voice, throwing all the emotions bubbling up inside you on that last sentence. 

Raven's expression shifted, you saw the fire in his eyes as you humiliated him. It scared you, just like your ex did and for a moment you questioned if he would ever take his word back and actually hit you. However when he tugged your arms and hooked them, you know he planted you down with a Evenflow ddt. It didn’t matter how much training and experience you had, taking a bump would always hurt. You were thankful that your face was hidden against the mat because you felt your face becoming wet with tears. Fantastic, just the right moment to let your emotions run wild!

The crowd’s roar gave it away that Stevie was being beaten as part of the plan. You slightly rolled on the mat to get to a better position, surely you couldn’t have a full visual since you were technically “out” but you still wanted to have your eyes on Stevie.

The grip on your throat never lessened since you stepped in the ring, however it somehow got worse as the segment was approaching the end. You know Stevie could handle anything however you felt totally out of control, just waiting for the next shoe to drop. After all if Raven went off script once then he could have done it twice.

“Fuck!” You heard Stevie’s voice scream and suddenly your all attention was on him.

Blood was pouring from his nose, which didn’t seem to look like it was supposed to. Sure, accidents can happen while in the ring but that was done on purpose.

“Raven, stop!” You said, loud enough for him to hear but not the audience.

He seemed to ignore you, keeping punching Stevie’s face. Anger thrummed through your veins because he once again seemed to be the only one in control, making you feeling powerless and desperate for Stevie who was fighting for his leverage.

“You have two options: forgetting about him or staying with him but not letting the asshole walk all over you.”

You weren’t supposed to get up but Raven already fucked things up so why couldn’t you?

Standing up, the crow erupted in cheers as you threw yourself on Raven’s back like a koala. You knew you could only count on the surprise factor, hoping to buy some time for Stevie.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Raven screamed.

“I said leave him alone!” You covered his eyes with your hands, making him momentarily blind.

He tried to take them off but you were holding for dear life, using all the strength in your body. Your face was turning red and your hands were burning under Raven’s pressure, you weren’t going to last for much longer but you were ready to go down with a fight.

“Let her the fuck alone!” Stevie was on his feet now, his nose and mouth covered in blood. “Y/N, be ready to take a bump!” He said, as he kicked Raven in his groin.

You felt yourself leaning forward as Raven knelt for the pain, which prompted you to let him go and actually fell backwards on the mat. The palpitation almost drove your heart out of your chest but before you could think or say anything, Stevie was already picking you up and taking you backstage.

“Stevie, your nose… I am sorry… we need to… Paul will be angry…” Your words were incoherent, fear taking over your system and completely paralyzing you.

“I’m going to be okay. We just need to go to the trainer…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because the curtains opened again and Raven appeared.

Seconds turned into hours, or so it felt, as you untangled yourself from Stevie and walked straight to Raven. He didn’t move, waiting for you for a small smirk and you felt so good when your hand slapped him across his face making said smirk fall down.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You yelled, only to be met with silence. “Do you have any idea how irresponsible you were?! I knew you were a bastard but stepping as low as doing a shoot? I hope you get fucking fired!” You clutched your fists, your face turning red as you were just waiting for him to say something that would justify another slap to his face. Most times you hated when Raven took the worst of you out, but this time you really wanted to get angry at him without any remorse.

He laughed. A dry, sarcastic laugh that irritated you even more. You dug your nails in your palms, looking around to see if anyone was around but apparently they all decided to stay away from your show beside Stevie who was watching every move you made.

“Me, getting fired? You went off script as much as I did! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I’ll tell you: a sad, pathetic, good for nothing bitch. You only got here because you slept with me and Richards and  you chose the wrong one."

All the rage and the adrenaline just disappeared instead you felt yourself paralyzed by his words. Hell, you knew he could be cruel but you knew he would be this much with you, a part of you always made yourself believe he loved you somehow. 

You felt a pang to your heart, the words died in your throat as you just wanted to scream him to fuck off. Who the hell were you? Well, who the hell was he ! Did he know that you didn’t need him? Did he have any idea how many sacrifices you had to do to be here? Yes, but he didn’t care and that was the whole point.

He would have never cared about you or Stevie, you were only properties.

“What did you just say?” Stevie got closer, standing right in Raven’s face.

“Are you fucking idiot?! I said she’s just a bit…” His words got interrupted by a punch to his face, courtesy of Stevie.

The impact made Raven kneel down, holding his nose in pain and you would lie if you said it didn’t make you so satisfied. Raven seemed to agree with you as he slowly stood up, his mouth turned in a bloody smile and you knew he thought that he was in Stevie’s head he was generating chaos that would lead both of you to your own destruction. Even when he was losing, Raven was still winning. 

Stevie grabbed him by his jacket, slamming against the wall. The noise made you flinch, you should have probably tried to calm him down but you were blocked by your own sadness and fear.

“You are nothing to me anymore. We should have never loved you because you don't deserve love in the first place." Stevie spat.

You waited for screams, punches or just a reaction but Raven didn’t move. Hard as a stone he stayed there looking down at the floor. You could feel the tension building up, slowly reaching the boiling point and you just couldn’t hold the tears anymore. Pure istinct guided you out of the door and  you kept going until you got to your car. Your vision was blurred but you knew for sure that the steps approaching you and the arms surrounding your waist were Stevie’s. You turned around only to hide your face against his chest and bawling your eyes out.

“I can’t do it anymore. What’s even the point? The more we try to get away from him and the more he hurts us!” Your voice broke in a desperate sound.

“Babe… you told me to not give up. We have to keep fighting!”

You raised your head, taking a look at Stevie’s bloody nose and tired eyes and new tears came down.

“I dragged you into this. Look what happened! I am so sorry…” Your words get shushed by Stevie grabbing your chin. 

“No. I am an adult, I can make my own choice and it was to follow you. And do you know why? Because I realized that you actually care about me. Without you I’d be gone, without Raven I’d be free.” Stevie reassured you. 

Moving closer you felt his heartbeat against your ear. For a moment nothing mattered, no emotions were bothering you because you were safe in his arms, just like you felt that night at the club then reality crushed again leaving you breathless. 

“It’s so hard! I thought I would feel better but he makes everything so complicated. And the worst part is… that sometimes I feel like I miss him.” You didn't want to look in Stevie’s eyes, scared to see the disgust on his face. 

“I totally get it, I feel the same way. He is a bastard but sometimes I miss when we used to cuddle all together in hotel rooms.”

You could tell from his tone that he was honest. It didn't matter that you knew he was bad for you, deep down you still loved him or at least your idea of him. There was no magic switch who could turn your heart into stone and freeze your feelings for Raven, you both would have to work through that which was utterly ridiculous in your opinion. 

“Do you think Paul will fire us?” You bit your lip. 

“I have no idea. I think people have done worse things and they are still employed. We will get a lecture, sure. But fired? Not on my watch!” Stevie’s confidence made you crack a small smile.

“I don't know what I would do without this job.” You admitted. 

“We can always go to WCW. Hell, maybe WWF wants us, who knows!” 

“Oh God, that would be funny!”

Silence fell between you, both of your arms were around each other and your head was still leaning against his chest. 

“I know it's bad, but sometimes I wonder if we are doing the right thing.” Everything stopped around you, you could only hear Stevie’s question over and over in your head. 

Are we doing the right thing? 

You stared at Stevie’s face, at his shaky hands and defensive position as you could attack him at any moment. Raven's words replayed in your head in every detail, how they cut your heart and dig into your soul, how you feel completely insulted and busted at the seams. 

That's not what love is supposed to be like. 

“We are doing the right thing.” You said, kissing his lips. “We are saving ourselves.”

[toxicdolin]

Would you write for Trish stratus?

Yes

[blowflyfag]

Stevie Richards x Male Reader

 I got silly and wrote this. I would suggest listening to  Fly by Veruca Salt, as well as Twinstar and Sleeping where I want. They're all by Veruca Salt. I just wanted to write a little vibey fic so I hope you like it :)

TW for this fic include : Implied Drug use, Alcohol Consumption, very brief mention of vomit as well as frequent injury mention 

Stevie had that dog kind of love. Unwavering no matter what. Happy to just simply be acknowledged and be in the presence of someone he liked. You were half worried about whatever happened possibly to get him to act like this. But in another way… you were selfish and wanted to drown yourself in that unwavering love. That’s how you found yourself now. Cramped in the back of your van clung to the man as you kept your face buried in his shoulder.

 The match you had tonight had been brutal. Your shoulder had been cut pretty gnarly off of some barbed wire.. you agreed to the match of course. You were a sick thrill junkie. A piece of shit who loved the cheering crowd and damnit you’d do anything to please their sadomasochistic desire. They wanted blood. And you’d bleed for them. 

Though it had been patched up hours earlier by the barely trained medical staff, you wanted to just rush out of the stadium so you could come down in your own space. Your pride and joy. Your van. You didn’t believe in flying or owning your own place. Your van had everything you needed. Besides there were enough rest stops and truck stops for you to stay clean enough. It wasn’t like you were getting laid often… so after a quick vomit from the pain in the bathroom you staggered outside to your little vehicle heaven. You stopped. Staring at the lanky form leaning against it. A toothy smile shot towards you. 

“Hey (y/n)!”You felt dread rise up your spine. Looking around quickly to make sure no one in that damn flock was around. There wasn’t a camera crew ready to catch you getting a trash can smashed over your head. “Just me dude.” He snickered as he pushed himself off of your van. Patting it. “I guessed this one was yours! Pretty lucky guess huh?” He began and you looked around once more before humming in acknowledgement.

“What gave it away huh?” You asked as you pulled out a pack of cigarettes from your pocket. Almost on instinct Stevie pulled out a lighter from his. “Daisy Dukes.” That’s what you’d joke with others and call those ugly shorts. You smiled as you leaned close to catch the flicking light.

“Well. Looking through the window and seeing the bed in there I kinda assumed. Unless this is just some hobo’s van.” 

“Nah. It’s my hobo van.” You said as you opened the back doors to climb in. Flickering on a power outlet that caused lights to flicker to life that had Stevie looking over in awe. A lava lamp slowly began to bubble and Christmas lights shined on the ceiling. 

“Oh woah! Didn’t know you could get that all hooked up!” He said as he quickly crawled in after you. Your eyes widening at the sudden new person in your home. Your van was decked for your tastes. Stuck to the walls were a myriad of polaroids of old friends, odd things you had seen, clouds of weed smoke being blown by pretty girls. A few band posters were stuck as well. Some clothes were haphazardly thrown around the floor. You quickly moved to kick a pair of briefs to the side. What seperated the driving console from the back you made your room was a curtain of beads that clacked together with every small bump into them. Stevie looked around, finding the bed and placing himself down on it with a smile. “Nice digs man!” You nodded as you grabbed a nearby ashtray to flick some of the cigarette ash into it. 

“I try.” You offered before slumping down onto a small beanbag chair that was near the back doors, you reached with your good arm to close the two before looking to Stevie who was already looking over your polaroids and flicking through your cd case. “So.” You started again after a bit of silence, filling only with the small crackling fire as you inhaled cigarette smoke. “Raven going to come by and kick my shit in or something?” You asked with a brow raise and Stevie looked over. 

“Huh? No no! I just wanted to see you man you got fucked up tonight… How's your shoulder?” You were a bit confused.. you half expected the flock to take advantage of your weak state.. I mean. You had no issues with them. At least you thought you didn’t. But that Raven guy made your stomach churn and you knew he wasn’t someone to be messed with. 

“Fucking hurts like shit.” You admitted as you set the cigarette down in the ashtray. Adding the butts of old half smoked cigarettes and a joint that still had at least one decent hit left for it. “You wanna see?” You asked and Stevie gave a quick nod. That was often at ECW. Admiring an ogling at wounds revived during the match. As you slipped off your jacket and shirt you heard Stevie hiss. 

“Jesus dude….”

“Yeah. 6 stitches.” You said before sighing as you walked over to a cooler stuffed into the corner. “Want a drink?” You offered. Stevie held his hands out as you tossed a can of cheap beer towards him before you grabbed your own and plopped yourself back down next to him. You both cracked the cans in unison, you looked over to Stevie with a fond smile as you held your can towards his. A small clink that caused a bit of foam to seep over the top before you took a long swig before setting it down on the floor as you leaned back against the wall. Hissing as your shoulder laid against the wall. 

“Shit dude.. maybe you should like. Lay on your stomach or something.” 

“Don’t wanna take up all the bed man. That just makes me a bad host don’t you think?” 

Stevie rolled his eyes as he set his own beer down. “Just lay down dude.” He got up and you huffed. Rolling your eyes as you shifted to just lay on your stomach instead. Admittedly it felt better. You reached to hold a pillow close to your face and Stevie smiled as he moved to lay next to you… luckily enough the bed was big enough for the two of you. You looked over to meet his gaze.

 “We’re just gonna lay here. Next to each other in silence?”

“Yeah? What’s wrong with that man?”

“Little gay don’t you think?”

Stevie rolled his eyes again, “You think too much you know that?” He said as he pushed past the curtain of beads. You quirked your brow as you heard shuffling before music slowly lulled into the van. You had left a Veruca Salt CD in the player.  American Thighs lulling you into a calmness with the track Fly. Or it could be the beer bubbling inside your stomach, or the general exhaustion from the whole night. You looked to the curtain of beads as they clacked with Stevie coming through them again. “That better?” He asked as he went to lay back down. 

“Much better.” You snickered as you held your hand out expectantly towards him. He handed you the can as you took another large gulp of it before handing it back. Enjoying the small brush of fingertips overlapping for only a moment. You looked over to Stevie who was simply looking over your Polaroids again.

“You’ve done a lot huh?” He asked and you shrugged. 

“I’ve just been a bunch of different places, you know? This wrestling shit is just something else for me to do.. besides it gives me an excuse to travel more.” You smiled to Stevie. “You should ride with me sometime. It’s fun. I promise. We might just have to share the bed.” You snickered and Stevie smiled back. That toothy smile that had your heart doing a double take almost. 

“Aren’t we already doing that?”

“I guess we are…”

One can in and you were getting restless laying on your stomach. It didn’t feel right anymore. Felt all wrong and sitting up felt worse. You sighed as you slowly pushed yourself up. “Hey hey hey. Take it easy man! Jeez you’re gonna rip your stitching like that.” He said as he sat up as well as he looked over the tired look on your face. “Jeez man…” he began and you huffed. 

“It’s late Stevie… you should get outta here or something.” You began and Stevie shook his head. 

“No way man! What if you rip your stitches in your sleep or somethin. I’m staying the night at least!” He proclaimed and you raised a brow.. was this whole thing some ploy from him to get him to stay the night..? I mean could you blame him? Your van was cooler than any damn motel room could ever be. “What’s the issue huh..? Do you not usually sleep on your stomach?”

You shook your head. Most nights your back would be pressed right up against the wall. But of course with your shoulder that wasn’t happening anytime soon. Stevie seemed to ponder for a minute before smiling as he laid down and held his arms open. “Cmon dude. We’re bros no shame in it.” He said and you quirked a brow. 

“You’re gonna fucking cuddle me?”

“No! No! Just. Lay on me dude. It’ll be more comfortable.” He said with an eye roll.

You hesitated before you shifted back to laying on your stomach. However in an odd way. Stevie’s body close to yours added a new level of comfort that had you melding under the touch in a way. Stevie snickered as he saw the relaxed expression on your face. “See. Fucking told you dude.” 

“Just shut up Richards…” you began, hearing him giggle after you spoke.. you wouldn’t admit it now. Maybe you’d never admit it. But it was the best sleep you had that night. The best sleep in a while you had. The best sleep of your life had been with 6 stitches in your shoulder, music slowly playing from your radio, and yourself held close to Stevie Richards, your face buried into the nape of his neck.

[dilf-in-peril]

I wonder if anyone has written fanfiction about Paul Heyman and CM Punk in ECW, you know when Punk would stay up all night watching Paul edit and learning sooo much from him and he was Paul's golden boy who he'd protect when evil management wanted him fired by pretending he didn't get the memo. That'd be crazy if someone wrote about that, right.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Attention Whore"

I apologize as to why I didn't post any fanfics at the end of June and beginning of July---I was in a different town and wasn't using the Internet then because I don't have a laptop, iPad or iPhone.

This fanfiction may be similar to the last fanfic I posted, but whatever.

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From 1996 to the beginning of 1998, you always stood by Hunter Hearst Helmsley's/Triple H's side, always leading him to the ring, cheering for him and even doing photoshoots with him.

You never would've cheated on him or left for someone else.

However, at the end of 1997, when the Attitude era was coming about and women were beginning to dress more provocatively, you showed up on a "Monday Night Raw" episode dressed in nothing but a very short towel wrapped around your naked body with matching open toed high heels.

You walked past these male wrestlers lined up, where you were beginning to turn their heads sideways and smiles formed on their faces as they saw you.

Those male wrestlers lined up who looked at you and gave you lots of attention were Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Brian Pillman and Jeff Hardy.

Some of the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF.

Triple H, Shawn and Billy had their long hair hanging down.

You, too, had a smile on your face as you walked in that towel.

Those male wrestlers gave you attention in that towel.

Considering you were linked to Triple H and you were his manager when DX started off as Shawn and HHH, he didn't mind you being surrounded by other male wrestlers, especially Shawn.

Although, Triple H may as well be angry at those other male wrestlers giving you attention and you dressing like that for attention.

As those male wrestlers crowded around you with smiles on their faces, you giggled in a high pitched voice while you spoke in a rather high pitched voice different from your other voice.

"There's 5 of you and one of me" you mentioned. "So maybe you should go get a couple more guys"

Your eyes looked at Shawn Michaels while your elbow nudged him.

There are other male wrestlers you wish had been in the WWF so you could catch their attention, such as Rob Van Dam (who did almost join the WWF in 1997), Nova from ECW, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, Tommy Rogers of the Fantastics, Al Snow/Leif Cassidy (if he shaved his moustache off) and some future WWF stars like Christian Cage and Val Venis, but unfortunately, those wrestlers are in other companies.

This entire moment was modeled after an infamous "Three's Company" episode where Janet puts on a blond wig and changes her personality along with it, even one of the things you said was a reference from that episode.

[lildevyl]

I Will Be Writing the Cringiest FanFiction: I Need Your Help!

Hello, Guys, Girls, Demons, Ghouls and Multi-Fandon Fiends! I'M BACK! But this isn't a Theory. I'm Sorry! I really am! I know it's been Several Months/Years since I posted a Theory!

However, I am starting to get back into writing again! Well, I had this idea for so long, but I never wrote anything about it because I was so scared about it being so Cringe! And I was/still am worried/scared about people not liking it!

So, what change? What made you want to write this Cringey FanFic? Well, I'm glad you asked because I also will need your help with this! See, about a week ago I posted in the comments on Reddit when a Subreddit that I'm in asked about what have you been writing this week! And I put in there about this Cringey Idea that I have! And the Commentator said they would love to read it no matter how cringy it is!

So, here's where I need your help! Because if the most Cringiest Harry Potter FanFiction that is still popular today 20 years later and people are still talking about it? Then why not just say, "Fuck It! I'm writing this!" The Idea for the "Cringiest FanFiction" is I'm going to be writing a Wrestling AU! Yes, You read that right! A Wrestling AU! Where all of your favorite YouTubers/Streamers will be competing head-to-head in a Wrestling Arena for Championship Gold!

All their Personas/Characters/Alter Egos will be in the Story! I will be borrowing Storylines from WWF (World Wrestling Federation), WCW (World Championship Wrestling), ECW (Extreme Championship Wrestling), ROH (Ring Of Honor), Lucha Libra, New Japan, CZW (Combat Zone Wrestling), TNA (Total Non-Stop Action)/Impact Wrestling, WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment [when it was good!]), and AEW (All Elite Wrestling). I will be using the storylines for inspiration and putting my own twist on things for the characters as well!

So, what do I need your help with? Well, WHO do you want to see?! Which YouTuber/Streamer do you want me to write about? It will be all about the Characters NOT the Content Creators! Just the CHARACTERS! So, it can be anyone OR it can be their Alter Egos! It can be any YouTuber or Streamer and YES! It can be from the MCYT Community too!

I also need help on what "Theme Songs" will work for which Character?

ALSO, I want to point this out, everything will be TAGGED! If there is a Trigger then please don't read! If there is a CHARACTER that you are not a fan of, then please keep scrolling! I will tag everything accordingly and as always my inbox is open! Even if I'm not online!

Wish me luck, I'm going to need it!

[littletroubledgrrrl]

I once wrote a fanfiction about the fem reader offering to take Mikey Whipwreck's virginity in ECW (at least the character he plays in ECW), but when I typed this fanfiction I'm not sure if I envisioned my female wrestling original character I've created as the one taking Mikey's kayfabe virginity away!

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

warnings! [i got too excited don’t come for me, cussing, kinda smutty? fluff]

☆ your entire gimmick was being crazy. you were the insane wrestler who was spreading distress and destruction everywhere you went.

☆ beating your opponents with a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire? yes. throwing them through tables that have been set on fire? of course. spearing people onto a pile on thumbtacks? hell yeah.

☆ you were pure chaos.

☆ raven always watched you from afar, he could never bring himself to approach you, even though outside being a literal psychopath, you seemed really sweet.

☆ he’d sneak into the crowd to watch all your matches, he listened to every promo you’d cut, every backstage segment you did, he watched everything you did.

☆ it didn’t take that long for him to develop an obsession with you.

☆ he loved every little bit of you, from you hair down to the smallest, most subtle details of your clothes. everything.

☆ the only reason you two got closer was because you were put in a love angle. you were the couple that broke everything and everyone. every time you had a match together, the ring would be left in shambles, bits of broken tables, announcers desk would be absolutely gone and steel chairs are thrown everywhere.

☆ you two were also unironically hilarious, your funniest segments were the ones were those that were unintentionally funny. the fans absolutely adored you.

☆ you two began hanging out outside work often, doing to diners, watching crappy movies, you were surprised by how much you had in common, even though he already knew everything he could about you, it endeared him to you a lot.

☆ your attire became almost identical to his, only difference was that your flannel was blue instead of red.

☆ you would cause chaos backstage, always doing the most unhinged bullshit ever. even though you would get on everyone’s nerves, they found you two as the sunshines of the ecw roster.

☆ you weren’t shocked when he asked you out, it was expected. you two were exceptionally close and could feel yourself develop a crush on the curly head, while he was already head over heels for you.

☆ you first date was at a fun fair, he wanted to go on every single ride with. each last one, he bought you almost every type of food and/or drink that was being sold and tried to win every single plushy he could from those dart throwing games.

☆ at the end of the night, you both got on the ferris wheel, where he asked you to be his. and you obviously couldn’t say anything but yes to him. your little, crazy yet adorable boyfriend.

☆ he’d follow you everywhere like a lost puppy, almost always holding your hands, or wrapping his arms around your shoulders. he was quite shy around you which you found adorable.

☆ he always kept an eye on you, you had quite a lot of fans who would do anything for you to give them your attention. but you were his, and it didn’t matter to him how much another person wanted you. you weren’t going anywhere away from him.

☆ is absolutely obsessed with kissing you, your lips, forehead, cheeks, hands, anywhere and everywhere on you must me kissed.

☆ would rather die than go anywhere without you. the supermarket? yes. a pharmacy? wait for him, that sketchy corner shop that sells your favourite ice cream? hold on, he’s putting his shoes on.

☆ wants you to choke him.

☆ spoils you so much it gets ridiculous some times.

☆ lives for you playing with his hair, so just taking care of it in general, washing it, brushing it, giving him trims. he loved.

☆ LOVES when you do the ‘sitting in the corner on the ring’ promos together.

☆ really clingy, wants hugs and cuddles 24/7

☆ loves it when you sit on his lap

☆ huge on physical touch and words of affirmation, he’s constantly telling you that he loves you and that he’ll absolutely do anything for you. just little words of encouragement too.

☆ physically and mentally lags every time he sees you tied down beneath him, especially in that crucifix position (if you catch my drift)

☆ leaves hickeys and love bites all over you body, loves letting everyone know that they can look but never touch, because he’s unhinged and he will shank them.

☆ absolute, total, sweetheart.

☆ 293/10, most definitely recommended.

[critterdotcom]

139 Ricky/Taz

“I bought a few pieces of lingerie. Want me to model for you?”

Those words were like a fucking bat to Taz’s head, all the blood rushing from his brain and pooling in his crotch, and he was left dizzy while Ricky stood there, eyebrows raised a little in confusion. Taz tried to say something, explain why the younger man was getting absolutely pounded later that night, but all that came out was a strangled groan.

Ricky shrugged his shoulders, said, “maybe another time,” and pulled his phone from his pocket, tapping on his screen calmly. A pause, and then he added, “tomorrow for sure. Don’t wear anything you don’t want ruined.” Taz choked on his tongue as Ricky looked up again, giving his manager a cheeky wink, a smirk, and turned on his heel, still typing. 

Jesus Christ, Taz was going to ruin that fucking twink.

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

Screaming, deceiving, and bleeding for you and you still won't hear me (Raven x Stevie X fem!Reader) Chapter 1

A/N: Finally after months I managed to finish this!!! I really tried to callenge myself and I hope you’ll like it

A big thanks to @aritamargarita​ @average-nash-enjoyer​ @x-s-t-i-t-c-h-e-s-x​ and @evenflowddts​ for giving me the confidence, love ya <3

(Btw reader’s is not Francine but the only pics of Raven and Stevie with a female companion that wasn’t Beulah were these so just pretend shhh)

Sleeping in the shitty hotels usually wrestlers could afford sucked, however sleeping in a shitty hotel while you were tossing and turning was another story.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, Scotty seemed pretty adamant on not being on board with the storyline,” Paul Heyman’s voice echoed.

“C’mon Paulie, you know that’s what is going to drive the money here! Raven’s Nest betraying him? It’s a story that writes himself!” Stevie interjected.

“And we talked to Sandman, he wants to help us. Scotty will get over it eventually!”

Then the scene changed. You were in the ring, the fans’ screams seemed to drown out your own thoughts as Stevie’s feet connected with Raven's jaw, making him fall flat to the mat. 

“BWO! BWO! BWO!” The audience chanted while Raven's eyes pierced yours. However before you could do anything Sandman slowly crawled towards him, making his pin. The bell echoed through your head but it was nothing compared to the next noise: steel on skull as Sandman swung a chair towards Raven's face. 

The dreaded sound and your partner’s face drenched in blood kept replaying in your mind as you started running. Stevie’s steps were muffled in the noise of your mind and only when he got you, you finally broke down an cried.

“He’s going to make us pay.”

A soft knock woke you up from your nightmare. At first you thought that you imagined, after all who could be at that hour? But soon after the noise came back and it definitely sounded like someone was outside. Grabbing your car keys, you slowly opened the door and positioned yourself to fully cover the entrance.

“Y/N” You hear Raven’s voice before you can even see him, the shitty street light barley catching his face hidden by his hair.

"What are you doing here?" You said, closing the door, to make sure Stevie could keep sleeping. 

You pressed your lips together, Raven wasn't supposed to show up yet there he was. Nothing could stop him, they said but you were one determined bitch and he had to walk over your dead body before you would let him win.

" Why him, mh? Why did you choose him? How could you choose him?" He raised his voice, but he couldn't hide the slight slur.

"Look, you are drunk, probably even high. And I made it clear that you had to stay away from me and Stevie." Your voice was firm. It was crucial to not let him have any leverage over you. If he could sense even the slight sense of fear, or even worse care for him, he would use it to get back in your lives.

"You didn't answer the question!"

"Because you didn't! Because you didn't choose him or me! You chose the violence, the drugs, the control. You beat Stevie whenever things didn't get your way." You took a deep breath. " You made us lose and then blame us for your mistakes. And you keep trying to run our lives!"

Your hands were shaking from anger and fear. The tears were threatening to escape from your eyes but you didn't want to show him that you were weak. He looked at you, shocked written all over his face and you felt the tiniest bit of pride, he didn't expect you to stand up for yourself and for Stevie.

"Just get back. I'll change or whatever. I'll give you two cuddles and all that shit." You weren't ready to hear uncertainty in his voice. 

"I can't believe you, I am sorry. I can't risk you taking us to a breaking point, you almost manage to do it." 

He stepped closer, reaching for your hand but you withdrew. 

"Just one last kiss?" He was desperate, trying to use every excuse to get you to stay. 

"I'm sorry, I can't." The tears were now falling down your cheeks. 

You wish he could hug you, like he did those rare times when everything was okay. You wish you could invite him back and let him sleep in the bed with you and Stevie. 

But it was foolish to believe he would get better, it did not matter how many times he said he would. 

"Fuck you. Both of you. I won't be here when you two decide to get back!" He did not sound convinced. 

"Goodbye Raven." You said, turning your back at him and getting back inside. Turning around you were met with an awake Stevie, his eyes scanned you and concern was written all over his face. 

"You are so badass. I would totally be beaten if I talked to him like that." 

You smiled but you didn't feel happy. Hugging Stevie, you wondered if you made the right choice or if you just put yourselves and Raven in a different kind of hell. 

But after hell he deserved it, didn't he? 

---

Next day you didn't see Raven. You knew he was in the building, because nobody pestered you with questions about his whereabouts, but you haven't seen him.

However it didn't stop your heart from beating like a drum the whole time, especially whenever you were alone. Stevie was in a similar situation, he tried his best to appear strong and collected but he jumped every time someone entered the locker room.

"He's not going to get us, he's just playing mind games. He thinks that if he ignores us, we will come back." Stevie said.

You agreed with him, however your throat was in a vice grip and you were running on flight mode, ready to take Steve's hand and run at the slightest sign of an issue.

Raven's absence was somewhat felt : he wasn't a great talker, unless he liked you, but seeing his usual spot empty felt weird. On the other hand you couldn't argue that there was a lighter mood, you could talk with your friends without feeling a familiar pair of eyes drilling holes in your head.

"Y/N, there you are!" Beulah's voice made you smile.

"How can I help you, Mrs. Dreamer?" You teased her, earning a shush from her. 

"Stop saying that! Are you trying to make him hear that? But this is not what I came for, I was thinking maybe you and Stevie can join me, Tommy, Sandman and Nancy for a drink.”

Pure surprise crossed your face at the invitation. When Raven was there, you and Stevie never got to be invited, you just had to tag along and do whatever he wanted you to do. His possessive attitude made everyone assume that you couldn't hang with anyone else and he only encouraged it. 

"We would love to!" 

"Great, we are going to meet outside and lead the way for you. Now, I really have to go, I'm up next." Beulah walked towards the exit. 

"Wait!"

You had no idea why that word came out of your mouth. The room suddenly felt ten times colder, sending a shiver behind your spine,while time seemed to stretch out forever. You desperately wanted to ask her if she had seen Raven, if he was alright or even alive, you wanted to ask Tommy to keep an eye on him. Instead the words died in your mouth, your throat closing up as you felt like you were about to cry.

If you gave up now, it meant that he would have come back and hurt you and Stevie and you would have shown him that your words meant nothing. By playing his game you would only fall back into his trap, dragging poor Stevie with you. 

"I just wanted to wish you good luck!" Those were the words that came out of your mouth instead, earning a smile from Beulah before she disappeared. 

Biting your lips, you started walking without an actual direction, just because staying still made you feel worse. Your hands were so jittery and your mind so foggy that you didn't even realize that you were outside the arena, until you saw a familiar figure jumping at the sound of the opening door.

"Y/N. What are you doing here?" Steve's voice was full of concern but you just threw yourself into his arms. 

"I need some fresh air. What about you?" 

"Same. That fucking place stinks." He joked, making you slightly smile. 

However you knew he was lying. His grip felt stronger than usual and his hands were going up and down your back in disorganized movements, his leg was slightly bouncing and he was staying silent. 

" Stevie, he can't destroy us. He can't do this to us, not when we are finally breaking free!" 

You felt his lips on your head and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. He always felt safe and like home, the opposite to Raven's destructive fire yet you both knew that you needed that passion. 

" He won't, babe. He has to understand that it's his loss and not ours but you need to be careful. I don't care if he hurts me, hell he destroyed me more times that I can remember but if he touches you, I can never forgive myself."  You looked up, Stevie's eyes full of hurt and anger. You squeezed his shoulders in a calming manner. 

"Don't say that! He can't hurt you either, I would be lost without you. We are not his property anymore, you don't have to sacrifice yourself for me like you did with him." 

His face morphed into an adorable smile and you realize that you didn't remember the last time that he was this happy. Whenever Raven was around, he brought a dark cloud that would suffocate you both, because he would share anything with you, especially his pain. 

"Did Beulah tell you about tonight?" He said in an attempt to change the subject.

"Yes. I hope you bring swinging Stevie with you, because I can't wait to see your moves." 

"Oh he will be there." He smirked. 

You got out of his arms but you still held his hand, leading yourselves back into the building. The more you walked the more you felt your heart beating and your head spinning, even if Stevie's presence lifted some of the worry off. However you couldn't shake the sensation of eyes burning holes against your head. You abruptly turned around only to be met with an empty backstage. 

Great, you were starting to get paranoid too. 

---

The big blue lights made the club appear even larger yet people were still squished body against body to dance their souls out. Stevie kept holding your hand, amazed as much as you were because that place was definitely cooler than any place you visited before . 

"How did we get in here?" You asked with curiosity. 

"I might have convinced some of the boys to sell signed photos to the owner, who might happen to be a big ECW fan." Nancy revealed with a malicious smile. 

"Isn't she so fucking great? Okay, it's time to hit the bar. Tommy, wanna come?" Sandman proposed. Tommy nodded and the two disappeared into the crowd. 

"We are going to the bathroom and then probably join the guys to the bar. Want to come?" Beulah asked. 

"Nah, but can you bring two beers for us? I think we want to dance a little." You said, handing the money to your friend. Stevie's eyes lit up at your words, earning a chuckle from Nancy. 

"Sure thing, sweetheart. Make sure to be careful because people get handy." She added. 

"Oh, don't worry. She will have my hands covering her body!" Your boyfriend said, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You covered your mouth with your hands, fighting the slight blush forming on your cheeks. Stevie wasn't innocent but he never said something like that before, it made your heart flutter with desire. Was this sudden burst of confidence a result of Raven's shadow finally leaving you two? You didn't know but you didn't want to wait either, dragging him through the dancing crowd. 

The DJ blasted a new track, making many people cheer in delight. You had no idea how you were going to dance, you felt your stomach in knots due to the fear of being judged and laughed at.  Then it hit you: you weren't with Raven anymore. You didn't have to worry about how ridiculous you looked while doing your " nonsense dances" as he called it. 

You started to swing around, slowly at first, Stevie matching your energy almost immediately. Your bodies got closer, the heat radiating from them only made you want to wrap your arms around him. 

"You are the sexiest girl in here tonight." 

You turned bright red and your mouth morphed into a grin. Completely speechless at the display of total adoration Stevie had towards you, you just kept dancing while searching your brain for something to say. Eventually, instead of talking, you decided to kiss him. Automatically Stevie held your face, trying his best to be as gentle as possible, but then the pace got faster and the kiss deeper. 

Everyone around you seemed to disappear, there were just the two of us, desperate and longing for a love that could free you. It wasn't unusual for the two of you to kiss, after all you where together, but Raven always wanted you to only kiss him in public despite people jnew you were all together. 

"I love you, Stevie." You talked in his ear, trying to fight the noise. 

"I love you too, babe." 

You stared at each other for a while as if you wanted to memorize every detail of the other, while still dancing around. After a while your eyes wander through the room, trying to catch the rest of the group, only to meet a familiar figure. Raven's usual curly hair was tied, showing you his piercing eyes. You knew he was looking straight at you two, even if Stevie was tall enough to hide you from some angles. You couldn't get to turn around, your heart breaking your rib cage and your hands starting to sweat. 

He wasn't supposed to be there. Why was he there? Was he plotting against you two? Did he want to hurt Stevie? 

"Y/N?" Stevie called your attention, making you almost jump.

"Uh, what?"

"Are you okay?" 

"I..." your eyes wandered back to the previous spot, only to find no one standing there. "Yeah, it's just very hot here." 

"Do you want to go outside?" He looked so worried and you felt so guilty. He didn't deserve any more anxiety just because you were paranoid. 

"Maybe just for a couple of minutes. Why don't you order us something from the bar? Unless you don't remember what my order is." You teased him, trying to smile convincingly. 

It seemed to work because Stevie gave you a small kiss, before sprinting towards the long line formed near the bar. 

The cold air hit your face, grounding you for a minute. There was no one to be seen, which made you at ease, the last thing you needed was someone to watch you on the verge of a mental breakdown.  You tasted your pockets for your pack of cigarettes. You smoked very rarely, however you kept one just in case Raven needed one... Fuck, you thought of him again! It was like a virus, infecting your mind with his presence and leaving you with an empty heart and a closed throat. 

Taking a drag out, you tried to calm yourself down repeating various mantras : “He was not there. I am just worried. He can't touch us, if we don't give him power. Me and Stevie are going to be okay."*

Time moved in a different way, you didn't even realize your cigarette was over until it fell off your freezing hands. You didn't want to go back inside, not when your eyes were bloodshot and your face pale, ruining the first night you and Stevie were finally free was probably last on your bucket list especially when you weren’t even sure of what happened.  

All of a sudden a door opened and you opted to stand still, trying to make as little noise as possible. Probably it was not wise to mind other people's business, especially in the dark alley of a night club, however your legs were already getting closer to the sound. 

Soon the sound of puking makes you turn your face in disgust. Just another person who drank too much, you concluded. Not a big deal. 

"Leave me the fuck alone!" A voice says, making your blood freeze in your veins. 

No, no, no. It couldn't be, you still had to be paranoid and hearing things. It couldn't be Raven. Not there and not like that. Two guys, who you barely noticed, slowly walked back in the club, leaving Raven emptying his stomach. He wasn't smart enough to tie his hair back (usually you were the one doing it for him) and he was holding himself against the wall for support. 

You just felt pity, something that probably he didn't even deserve, but you couldn't help it. It didn't matter how many times he stomped on your heart, it would always twist in pain whenever he wasn't okay. The cough stopped and Raven raised his head up, his eyes meeting yours almost as if he knew all along you were there watching him. Unable to move, you could only hear your feet sticking to the floor and your skin crawling. Your heart was begging you to rescue him, after all nobody would know and it's just human decency to make sure he's okay. Just a couple of steps and you would be at his side. 

No. You were not his anymore, you and Stevie. 

You had to do this for yourself but especially for your other boyfriend, who would have followed you without hesitation if you ever got back in Raven's arms. Taking a deep breath, you turned your back at him and sprinted to the door, getting back inside while Raven's pained face was still stamped in your brain. 

You walk your way through the dancing people, oxygen leaving your lungs at every step. Everything was too much, too loud, too confusing, tears were forming at the corners of your eyes and a big wave of nausea hit you. You just wanted to find the bathroom and let everything out, have your mental breakdown and then pretend you were absolutely fine, however your body collided with another one, almost making you fall down. 

“Y/N?” Stevie’s voice sounded like heaven to your ears. 

Thank God it was him, because otherwise you would have punched or ended up crying in the arms of a stranger. The words died in your throat, you can't even manage to reassure him and lying would be pointless, so instead you throw yourself into his arms. 

"Whoa, hey. It's okay.” He doesn't hesitate to hug you back, letting you hold him for dear life. 

One of the things you loved about him was that you never had to explain yourself, it was like he always knew when you needed something and wasn't afraid of giving it to you. 

“Sorry, I just feel like I'm going crazy” You admitted. 

“I get that. You keep seeing him, right? I swear, it feels like a curse!”

“It is because he is here!” You wanted to scream but opted to stay quiet.  Eventually, when Raven's image finally left your mind, you decided to let him go. 

“You promised me a drink.” You changed the subject, trying to get the mood up again. 

“Well, the line was fucking long and we kind of got caught up with something.”

Your eyebrow arched, feeling your stomach turning. Stevie quickly shook his head and started explaining himself. 

“Oh shit, nothing to worry about! It's a good thing, actually : finally Tommy and Beulah made out. This also meant Sandman lost his bet to Nancy, which he wasn't very happy about.” 

You left out a hearty laugh, a genuine and honest one, your muscles finally unchlancing from the tension. Upon hearing your laugh, Stevie copied you and when was the last time you two laughed like that? When did you feel like you didn't have to worry about your happiness?

“I can't believe, I step outside for a second and that happens! Now we really need a drink!” You joked, leading your way towards the bar, where the crowd was finally stepping away. 

A fire of hope lit inside you , maybe after all you could manage whatever life was going to throw at you. 

[nickswayne]

Hey guys

I really want to write for older wwf, wcw, ecw, etc (80s/90s) guys. So if you don’t mind would you drop me some names you’d like to see.

Currently I’m thinking

Roddy Piper

British Bulldogs

Jim Neidhart

Bret Hart

Owen Hart

The Rockers

- up to writing pretty much anyone as long as I can get muse for the idea. 💕

[hostilecityshowdown]

◇ my friend, ahmed, needs help to survive in egypt after evacuating from palestine. donations go straight into the pocket of him and his family, and fund their needs directly.

◇ xentex / voyager

◇ he / him

◇ support/commission me on ko-fi

◇ twenty nine. please don't follow/chat me up if you're under eighteen.

◇ fan of the golden and territorial eras of wrestling. i like hardcore, rasslin', longterm storytelling, and gimmicky gimmicks. i'll likely mostly post ecw, fmw, wwf, wcw, aew content

◇ i am not a hulkamaniac and i want every ill will cm punk has wished upon others to befall him. i'm not a ring rat but if you want to marry [insert your guy here] that's cool

◇ i will exploding barbed wire deathmatch nazis, zionists, terfs, ace exclusionists, trans and intersex fetishists, et cetera. put up or shut up.

◇ i will block you if you misgender real people. this includes referring to cis men who excusively use he/him pronouns with she/her pronouns. you aren't cute.

◇ fanfiction tag: [ voyager ]

◇ art blog: @chemicalsleep

◇ kayfabe ≠ fictional fandom content. i will not describe what i create as kayfabe. my content is fully fictionalised material based on kayfabe, but inherently, it deviates from kayfabe by being fictionalised fan-content. "Kayfabe is when a work is presenting itself as real, and we all play along. Not because we think it's real, but because we know it's fake and we want to enjoy it. "

◇ rip johnny polo you were the realest motherfucker

[lets-steal-an-archive]

Acafandom: Books/Essay Collections

2020

Howell, Charlotte E. (2020, forthcoming). Divine Programming: Negotiating Christianity in American Dramatic Television Production 1996-2016. Oxford University Press. [Dissertation version: http://hdl.handle.net/2152/68555]

2019

Bennett, Eve. 2019. Gender in Post-9/11 American Apocalyptic Television: Representations of Masculinity and Femininity at the End of the World. New York: Bloomsbury. [dissertation revised for publication, original version]

Macklem, Lisa and Dominic Grace (eds). Breaking out of the Box: Critical Essays on the Cult TV Show Supernatural. McFarland Press, forthcoming 2019.

Taylor, Amanda and Susan Nylander (eds). 2019. Death in Supernatural. McFarland.

2018

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2017

Fathallah, Judith May. 2017. Fanfiction and the Author: How Fanfic Changes Popular Culture Texts. Amsterdam: Amsterdam University Press. https://www.oapen.org/search?identifier=1004097

Langley, Travis and Lynn Zubernis (eds). 2017. Supernatural Psychology: Roads Less Traveled. Sterling Publishing.

2016

Booth, Paul. 2016. Crossing Fandoms: SuperWhoLock and the Contemporary Fan Audience. Basingstoke: Palgrave Macmillan. https://web.archive.org/web/20170110202150/www.mcsdepaul.com/uploads/4/3/3/1/43316169/crossingfandoms.pdf

Edmundson, Melissa (ed). 2016. The Gothic Tradition in Supernatural: Essays on the Television Series. Jefferson, NC: McFarland.

Wright, Julia M. 2016. Men with stakes: Masculinity and the Gothic in US Television. Manchester University Press.

2015

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2014

Engstrom, Erika, and Joseph M. Valenzano III. 2014. Television, Religion, and Supernatural: Hunting Monsters, Finding Gods. Lexington Books.

George, Susan and Regina Hanson (eds). 2014. Supernatural, Humanity and the Soul: On the Highway to Hell and Back. New York: Palgrave Macmillan.

Zubernis, Lynn S., and Katherine Larsen. 2014. Fan Phenomena: Supernatural. Intellect Books.

2013

Irwin, William and Galen A. Foresman (eds). 2013. Supernatural and Philosophy: Metaphysics and Monsters... for Idjits. John Wiley & Sons.

Larsen, Katherine, and Lynn S. Zubernis. 2013. Fangasm: Supernatural Fangirls. Iowa City: University of Iowa Press.

2012

Zubernis, Lynn, and Katherine Larsen. 2012. Fandom at the Crossroads. Newcastle upon Tyne: Cambridge Scholars Publishing.

2011

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Various WWF Wrestlers/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "I Love This Bar"

For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either ship yourself with these male wrestlers or Jack Tripper. Or both.

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When the World Wrestling Federation resurged in popularity during the dawn of the new millennium--even eclipsing the 1980's WWF in popularity---the WWF launched their own restaurant during the Attitude era known as WWF New York, which of course, was located in New York.

Many professional wrestlers during that time would stand inside WWF New York promoting it.

The WWF New York restaurant of course had a bar people could order drinks from.

If it's Jack Tripper you want...

One of the things "Three's Company" is known for is the Regal Beagle pub that Jack, Janet and Chrissy hung out in.

"Three's Company" was also known for Jack being a womanizer and having a lot of hypersexualized women trying to flirt with him, as well as women having many upskirt shots.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired near the end of the year 2000---the same year that the WWF New York restaurant was launched---there was a moment in that episode where you were in that WWF New York restaurant standing on top of the bar's table.

Located in front of the bar was Christian Cage, Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Al Snow and Raven.

Those 4 men were the sexiest men in the WWF that year.

All of those men in this scene had their long hair hanging down, and Al and Raven had shaved their facial hair off.

That's a good thing since they didn't look too good with it.

Not only were those wrestlers standing in front of that bar's table, so were a crowd of other men and women.

When you were standing on that bar's table, you were wearing a rather short skirt so those men in front of you---in particular those wrestlers---could see up your skirt.

While you stood on top of that table, you slightly danced with a smirk on your face, your hands placed at the sides of your head while your fingers were laced and running down through your hair.

Your hips swayed back and forth while Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven looked up at you.

Al and Christian were really the ones smiling, Raven was staying in character and mostly scowled and sneered, and many people surrounding them watching you dance were also smiling and cheering for you.

If they could, Christian and some of those other wrestlers would pull out some money and hand it to you.

You, on the other hand, looked at Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven with a smile on your face as this camera filmed you as well as them.

You wish other male wrestlers could be watching you dance on this table---Scott Hall, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, Shawn Michaels, Val Venis if he grew his hair back, Rob Van Dam, Nova from ECW, and the list goes on.

However, many of those wrestlers were in other companies, Val cut his hair and he became more conservative, Nova didn't look good with facial hair that year and Triple H started looking terrible in the year 2000 when he became the Game (he also had Stephanie McMahon with him).

When you danced on that bar's table, you weren't drunk nor were you pretending to be drunk.

This moment was like a moment from the movie "Coyote Ugly"---which also was released in the year 2000, although you didn't pour beer on your breasts even though you wish you could've.

You actually were considered a role for that movie, but you turned it down.

During a "Three's Company" episode that aired at the end of the 1970's, there was an episode where Jack visited the Regal Beagle and you had gotten a little bit too tipsy and wild.

So wild, that you climbed on top of the Regal Beagle's pub table and began dancing, which caught Jack's as well as everyone else in the pub's attention.

You swayed your hips back and forth and wore a short skirt, and Jack was standing in front of that pub's table looking up your skirt.

When he was filmed, he was filmed above his chest staring up at you.

You smiled with a grin on your face while you looked at Jack.

Jack wasn't gonna lie, he was getting a boner from looking up your skirt.

If only you weren't drunk.

If "Three's Company" could show lots of upskirt shots, Janet with her legs a bit open and her pantyline covering her vulva, and women walking around wearing nothing but towels (as well as being a show where a man lives with 2 women before he married them!), then they can show you dancing on top of a pub's table.