#loose cannons 1990

[sstarfruitt]

You Should See The Scars.

(Ellis Fielding X Reader)

Ellis Fielding X Reader (NSFW, MINORS DNI)

asked some friends what my first fic should be, @/psychokinetic-ectoplasm said it should be Ellis Fielding from Loose Cannons so. here we are lol

After a little more than 10 years on the force, you figured you must have seen it all. Weird shit in basements during busts, dramatic outbursts in courtrooms, car chases, conspiracies, the whole nine yards. You certainly weren’t living like an action movie hero or anything, but you’d seen a bit of action, and you thought nothing could surprise you anymore.

But when you transferred to a slower department and Detective Fielding was practically dropped in your lap, you realized how wrong you were.

You almost weren’t sure he was a cop when you met him. With that round face and shy smile, you figured he must be some collaborator with the department- a historian, or city official, or something. But there was his badge, gleaming where it hung from the breast pocket of his suit. 

“How come I’ve never met you before, Detective?” you asked, still glancing him over.

“Oh,” he started with a polite smile. “You must have transferred here after I went on leave. I was uh… gone for a couple years. And when I got back, my first case led me to a firefight. I’ve… been in the hospital recovering since then.”

“Ohhhhhh,” you hummed, smiling back. “You were one of the ones on the von Metz case. I knew I’d heard your name somewhere. Congratulations on a job well done, then.”

“Well,” he chuckled with a shy grin. “Couldn’t have done it without help.”

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From the beginning, you knew full well that Fielding had his… little quirk. His uncle briefed you on it, with Fielding’s consent, of course. But over the months, you two seemed to have developed an unspoken agreement not to mention it. Sometimes he’d say something like “Hey, is it alright if you drive? I’d do it myself, but, uh, I can’t really…”

You’d cut him off with something like “Yeah, it’s fine.”

It was starting to bother you. It was the elephant in the room, hanging over these conversations about what he could or couldn’t do. You decided you didn’t want to stay quiet about it anymore.

You spoke up during a drive to a crime scene. It had been a few moments of deafening silence when you finally spoke: “Detective Fielding, I just wanna say something.”

“Yeah?” he responded.

“This disorder you have.”

You saw him swallow thickly out of the corner of your eye.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be nervous about telling me what you can or can’t do. I understand that there are triggers you need to avoid.”

He didn’t say anything back.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I promise I’m not looking at you weird for it. You don’t have to pretend it’s not there. Not that I’m trying to make you talk about it or anything. Just wanted to let you know you don’t have to tiptoe around it if you don’t want to, and I’m okay picking up in the places you can’t.”

…Again, you were answered with silence. You glanced over at him- but were surprised to see him shyly smile at you. “Got it,” he answered quietly, his eyes meeting yours.

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You remember the first time you noticed the scars. It was about a year after you’d started working together. The two of you had just come back from some crime scene out under the DC summer sun. In desperate attempts to escape a heat stroke, you had shed your jacket and unbuttoned the top of your shirt. Fielding similarly had left his suit jacket in the car, undone his top buttons too, and had rolled his sleeves up to his forearms.

“God damn,” you sighed as you shut your car door. “I’m ready to write this report and go home.”

“Yeah,” he answered, plodding around from his side of the car to walk beside you. “I’m ready to just shower and lay down.”

“You need it,” you answered. “You’re drenched.”

He looked down to notice the sweat soaking through his shirt, pursing his lips. You couldn’t help but laugh.

It was as you two chatted over the water cooler, chugging the ice-cold water, that you finally noticed. His arm was propped on the cooler, pushing his sleeve up, and… there was something on his skin, peeking out from the hem of his sleeve.

“Hey, Fielding, there’s something on your arm,” you said simply, pointing with the hand that held your cup.

“O-oh, that’s uh-“ he stuttered, bringing his arm to his side and smoothing down his sleeve. “It’s from-“

That’s when it hit you. “Oh god, Fielding, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“It’s okay,” he responded. But his lips pursed tightly and he wouldn’t meet your gaze. And right after you had gotten rid of that first elephant in the room, there was now another.

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Time passed. You and Fielding had been working together for over a year at this point, but things were way past the point of just being co-workers. After a few spontaneous dinners, a movie or two, and a night at your place, you had to make it official and have the department separate and reassign you. Of course, you wanted to be professional and keep your relationship out of your work. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t mingle in the hallways or head to dinner right after clocking out. It’s not like you drove in separate cars.

You couldn’t help your affection for him. His nervous little smiles, the stupid little bow ties he wore, the way he’d light up when he’d see you- he was such a sweetheart, too. You felt like the protagonist of a corny coming-of-age movie.

But there was always that elephant in the room.

You’d kiss him, he’d kiss back, you’d reach up to unbutton his shirt- but then he’d gently wrap his warm hands around your wrists and carefully pull your hands away from his collar. Or maybe you’d reach for his belt buckle- same thing, he’d gently pull your hands away, holding your hands in his. And he’d always look down at you with those big, mismatched eyes and purse his lips. After trying a few times over the course of a few weeks, you understood and stopped trying.

It nagged at you. Was it those scars? Is that why he wouldn’t let you see him undressed? Or was he just not into you? Was he trying to spare your feelings? You didn't even mind that he didn't want to have sex, you just wanted to understand why;

You didn’t know what to think, and you were too worried to ask. And so, you suffered in silence, longing for his touch, wishing you knew why he didn’t want you.

But eventually, you got your answer.

Summer had come again, and with it, another day of suffering in the sun. He’d come back to your apartment with you, with a promise of buying you lunch after using your shower. With a few laughs and smiles, you nudge him along to your bedroom.

“The bathroom connects to the bedroom. So just leave your clothes here, and I’ll try to dry them off while you’re in there,” you purr, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.

“Sounds good to me,” he answers with a smile. You grin back at him as you shut the door for him.

But then you realized. “Oh, wait, Ellis, Honey-“ you started, grabbing a towel from where you kept them, before hurrying back and pushing the door open. “Don’t get undressed yet, I forgot to give y-“

You paused in the doorway. There he was, sitting on the edge of your bed, his sweaty shirt in his hands.

They were worse than you thought.

The scars were all over him. Knife wounds, you figured. They were buried into his skin- several on his chest, a few on his shoulders, upper arms, and stomach. Despite being old and faded, they were obvious.

His eyes caught your attention next. His bright, mismatched eyes staring wide up at you, his lips slightly parted in shock. He must be terrified.

“Ellis,” you breathed.

“Please don’t look,” he responded weakly.

“Wait, Ellis.” You hurried over, settling on your knees in front of him to meet his eyes better.

“…I know, they’re awful,” he rasped quietly, looking down at the shirt bunched in his hands.

“No, Honey,” you answer. “They’re not.”

“Don’t try to spare my feelings.”

“No, I mean it, Ellis,” you say, grabbing his hand, gently pulling it away from the fabric of his shirt. His skin is clammy, and his palms sweaty. He looks away, his eyes watery.

There’s a moment of silence. You, sitting before him, clasping his hand gently. You lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I love you so much, just like this. Scars don’t change anything,” you continue. You rest your hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing over a scar.

“Sweetheart-“ he rasps weakly, turning his head a little. As you turn to look at him, he presses his lips to yours. He kisses you softly, weakly, as if he’s about to fall asleep.

When you part, you pant against his parted lips, “I think you’re gorgeous.”

He pauses for a moment. “…You mean it?”

You smoothed your hand up his chest. “Mhm,” you hummed to him. “If you want… I can show you how good I think you look.”

He seemed to pause again. “Only if that’s what you want, of course,” you continue, smiling sympathetically. “I just want to show you that I love you."

“I’d like that,” he said, almost a whisper, giving his usual shy, nervous smile.

“Great. I promise I’ll take good care of you,” you respond, smiling back.

After a moment, you move your head, pressing your lips to his neck. Already, he whimpers quietly. Your fingertips smooth over a scar on his chest, and he shivers a little at the strange sensation. You take a few moments to press kisses down his neck and across his shoulder. “You doing okay, Ellis?” you ask.

“Y-yeah,” he sighed breathlessly.

Your lips touched a scar on his collarbone. A whimper almost broke from his throat, but he barely managed to keep himself quiet. As you pressed a few more kisses to his neck, your fingertips brushed downward over the remainder of the scars on his torso. Eventually, they settled on his belt.

“Ellis…” you said lowly. You leaned back to look his his eyes. His were still damp- but they were hazy and a little blown out. “Is it alright if I stroke you?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded, his eyes locked to yours. At that, you smiled and leaned in to kiss him. This time, he kissed back with some force, hungry for more, but still weak. After you undid his belt, he lifted his hips to let you work his slacks down.

There were more scars. A few zigzagged across his thighs. You noticed a more recent scar that must have been the bullet wound from his gunfight. But what stood out to you was a particularly deep one across his abdomen, carved into his stomach, between his hips.

You can’t imagine what it had been like for him. Held down, watching a blade drag through your stomach- you blinked away the dampness in your eyes. Your fingers brushed against the scar, tracing the length of it lightly.

“Sweetheart,” he called softly, lifting his hand from your shoulder to brush through your hair.

You snapped out of it. “Sorry. I’m just… I’m sorry you’ve been through so much, Ellis. You didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s alright,” he answered. “I’m okay, here with you.”

You smiled sadly up at him, and he smiled back. You took the hand brushing through your hair, kissing his knuckle before leaning back a little to finally take care of him. 

“Oh,” you breathed quietly, your eyes tracing over his length for the first time.

His heart jumped in his chest. “What?”

“You’re bigger than I expected.”

He couldn’t help but blush a little at that.

You reached out to wrap a hand around his member, already half-hard. He quietly sucked in a breath at the sensation of your warm fingers wrapping around him. God, it felt just as he’d always imagined.

It took everything in him not to whimper when you pumped him once slowly. He watched your hand drag down his length and back up, then lifted his gaze. His eyes met yours for a moment. “You’re so cute,” you purred. He immediately looked away with a little noise of surprise.

Once again, you pumped his length at an agonizingly slow pace. Finally, a tiny whine tumbled from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

“Feeling okay?” you asked softly, your fingers still wrapped around the base.

“Uh-huh,” he rasped back. “Please.”

“Of course. Here, Honey,” you answer.

The moment you started properly stroking his length, another little moan escaped his throat. You watched his eyes flutter shut, before he lowered his head to hide his face from you.

“Ellis,” you purred softly, catching his chin in the palm of your free hand and lifting it up. His face leveled with yours; His eyebrows were knit, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes were hazy. You leaned in, and softly pressed your lips to his. Instantly, he whined into it and pressed closer. His kiss was desperate and deep now. Months of wanting you- starving for your touch, your affection, but being too scared to admit it, bubbled to the surface. One of his hands gripped at the fabric of your shirt, and his free one settled on your arm. You felt his warm palms through the fabric- you could feel that he was trembling faintly.

A burst of pleasure bubbled up from his belly. At that, he broke the seal of the kiss, finally sighing a full moan against your lips.

“You’re doing great, Ellis,” you whispered to him, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. You reached up with your free hand to brush your fingers through his hair. Still damp, you thought. I’ll help him shower after this.

“Sweetheart-“ he whined, “I’ve wanted you so bad.”

“Mhm?”

“Y-you have no idea how much I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, looking down to watch your grip firmly drag up his length.

“Mmm, what do you dream about?” you answered sweetly.

“U-uh. You kissing me. Taking care of me like this.”

You met his eyes for a moment- he looked back at you, waiting with bated breath to know how you felt about his fantasies. You leaned in to kiss him again, and he moaned into it eagerly. After a moment, your lips parted from his, and you said quietly, “Well, I’m right here to take care of you. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

“Really?” He said, leaning back to look at you with wide eyes.

“Mhm.”

His eyes stayed glued to yours for a moment, before turning away. Eventually he turned back to you, and rasped, “Faster. Please.”

You giggled softly. “Of course, Ellis.”

You picked up the pace of your grip pumping up and down his length, instantly drawing another moan from his throat. His head rolled back a little as his eyes fluttered shut once again and his brow furrowed. Your lips pressed against his jaw before you leaned back to watch yourself stroke him.

To your delight, precum had beaded on the tip of his dick. You gently ran the pad of your thumb over the head, eliciting a shudder and a moan from him. He rolled his head forward, his hazy gaze meeting yours. Your first name left his lips- something you’d never heard him say before.

“Hi,” you responded playfully. You leaned forward, once again pressing your lips to his, and he kissed back just as eagerly and hungrily as before. This is where you stayed as you continued to stroke his length, hot and practically throbbing in your palm.

His lips eventually parted from yours, as another moan ripped from his throat. His hips squirmed slightly, pushing his dick into your grip.

“You’re close, huh?” you asked.

“G- yeah-“ he moaned back.

“Go ahead, Ellis.”

He whimpered softly as you picked up the pace once again, stroking his length harder to help him reach his finish. He only lasted a few more moments before he finished with a broken moan. He spilled into your palm, some of it landing on your sleeve. You didn’t mind much. You continued to work him through his climax, until he moaned your name once again.

The look on his face was so sweet, his mouth hanging open a little and his brow furrowed. You didn’t realize a simple handjob would make such a mess of him.

But as the afterglow faded out, he opened his eyes and realized where he had finished. “Oh, Sweetheart, I… I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ he started, a look of shame coming over his face.

“It’s alright, Ellis. I should have grabbed the towel. I was just so focused on you,” you answered, smiling up at him warmly.

He chuckled breathlessly, rubbing his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Oh man. Thank you,” he sighed. “That was… You’re wonderful,” he continued.

“You only deserve the best,” you purr back.

“Oh, quit it.” he responds, a smile playing about his lips.

“I mean it! You’re such a sweetheart, Ellis. You deserve to pampered.”

“If you think so,” he answered quietly, watching you wipe your palm and sleeve clean. Once you had it all off, you scooted closer and settled between his knees again, wrapping your arms around his waist. He placed a hand on the back of your head, burying his fingers in your hair. Your lips found a scar on his collarbone- he shuddered softly at the sensation.

“You know I meant every word I said, Honey,” you said quietly. “I love you more than anything. Scars and all.”

For a moment, there was only silence. But then he answered. “That means the world to me.”

His hand found its way under your chin, pushing your face up until he could press his lips to yours. He kissed gently, slowly this time. His palm pressed against your cheek, his thumb stroking the skin of your cheekbone. When he parted for air, he smiled down at you, his eyes finally softened and happy.

“How about we jump in the shower? You still have all that sweat sticking to you.”

“Oh, don’t tell me I smelled sweaty that whole time.”

“Wasn’t paying attention.”

He chuckled softly.

“Hey, why don't you join me?” he said with a soft grin. “Please, let me show you how thankful I am. Show you how beautiful I think you are.”

[nishnormp]

conagher brainrot

Sometimes I think about the fact that in Loose Cannon, dell's father never gets alluded to . like at all . Fred as the shabby little bridge between radigan and dell makes me a little sad though, so I'll just be looking at weird implications and make a poorly organized set of points

With how confidently Dell talks about his grandfather's personality and the state of his blueprints, I can only assume that a)he was practically raised by him or, b)his dad talked a lot about him (and by extension fred and radigan were close) while radigan was off doing...whatever

Dell is a genius, but a lot of his gear (most, actually) comes from his grandfather's blueprints (gunslinger over there was radigan's original design). Hell, even dell's iconic sentry gun was radigan's blueprint.

If you look at the first panel I showed, dell is immediately hesitant of his ability to fix it, but switches up just as fast when blutarch mentioned radigan's blueprints, blutarch even mentions that they've plagued him for 60ish years bc they were written in complete gibberish. HOWEVER, bluetarch has also been shown to be a complete idiot, so its possible that the blueprints were in english, but just completely incomprehensible to him.

Now, lets go back to the A and B scenarios earlier. The reason I mentioned some estrangement between family members is because things start to...not make sense. Let's say that all three conaghers were quite close (with fred somehow not having any time conflicts with his job and all), how come dell never alludes to him at all when referring to a 'mr conagher' in the field? How come fred never told him that radigan's blueprints were exhumed after his death? Dell's spy domination voicelines drops the lore that it was his dad that taught him how to deal with backstabbers, so if they were open about the nature of their work how come that one important tidbit was never told to him? There could maybe be some physical distance due to work and whatnot, but I cant imagine fred not revealing that about his father to his own son.

There's also...whatever this picture is. This is a photo of radigan in the years proceeding his influence under australium, which conflicts with the comics' and dell's portrayal of him. Its possible that this is merely him a few more years down the road, when both fred and dell are fully grown and out by themselves- but in that case that would be a TIGHT window for his death, blutarch's 60-year stressing over deciphering his notes WHILE fred's still in BLU, and the news to reach dell by the time HE'S the new engie.

The fact that fred is still up and kicking in the current day (hes pushing in the 70 at the VERY LEAST) also makes the timeline stricter, since theres no way he was born during radigan's youth (makes the estrangement thing more likely too cuz are you telling me that fred never corrected dell at all/dell dgaf that radigan was more like a jolly aussie than anything, or that they BOTH didn't know too much about him)

The hundred years thing is maaybe an exaggeration, I did the math and there's no way a literal hundred years had passed between the creation of the first LEM and dell's employment (this is with the consideration of 1890 being the absolute earliest time, and even then it reached 1990). HOWEVER the half a century (or 50 years) thing is probably, as it lands square into the 1940s-- a decade into fred's employment in BLU.

The 1890s was when Radigan was called to create the machine, and its also the time that is referred to right after the 60 years thing. So if the machine was built 60 years ago, but only started to malfunction around the 50 year mark; then there would be one entire decade of the thing just breaking down with no one to fix it.

Did fred get access to the notes? I'm not actually sure. There's this moment in the comics where he flubbs with the immortality machines, but I think there's more to it

"more biology than engineering" my brother in christ you have fully functional prosthetic LEGS and your guy best friend (who btw is a sniper aka guy whose profession relies on eyesight the most) let you pluck out his eyes and replace them with better ones. There's also the offhand mention of "lookin' at the old man's robots" aka probably referring to radigan's creations, but if we go by the thinking that radigan's notes were never shown to him-- that would mean he was reverse engineering them.

And honestly? It makes sense, esp if you consider tfc engie's gear in his own game.

TFC was created waaay before tf2 so the lore implications were most likely not intended at all, but just. Compare fred's sentry guns to the blueprints that radigan has on the walls of his workshop. The dispenser and the teleporter? Way different, and the dispenser even functions differently (it has to be restocked, but it can also damage people when it is destroyed by tfc engie). Fred had big shoes to fill, but he managed to live up to them anyways; I think cheavy would have kicked him out otherwise. The TFC gen is more militant than tf2's, and with how tightly cheavy runs his crew + is concerned about formal standards (like him not wanting to hire tf2 medic due to a history of medical misdemeanors), fred would have been long gone if his creations weren't up to par.

Keep in mind that most of the world is still kinda bummy while australia (and ig new zealand) have all the super fancy stuff to themselves (with the way aussies act with other non-aussies I highly doubt that they would just hand over their own formulas for Teleportation Tech) (these war-loving guys even canonically hid up the existence of australium too, and there's a newspaper clip showing a headline of the aussies calling the discovery of magic gold a false alarm) so fred figuring out all that shit on his own is kinda impressive.

But lets say that he DID have access to the blueprints. Did he deviate from them out of stubbornness? The want to be his own man? Was he smart enough to figure out the fundamentals, but eventually failed to understand the sheer complexity of the LEM? Or did he actually do work on it, but ended up not being significant enough? If the LEM started breaking down by the 1940s, is it really possible for it to STILL keep chugging for an entire decade without human intervention? Did he knowingly lie about the immortality machines cuz he didn't want a deranged cheavy to live forever, or was he actually thinking ahead and taking the potential australium shortage into account (esp since the thing cheavy was holding was a more greedy, simpler model)?

Still, whether or not he had access to the blueprints doesn't change the bits about virgil's eyes or his prosthetic legs. I know they knew each other before the war (gravel war, world war, idk) but it would still be a huge risk for a sniper to just let someone pluck his eyes out; that sort of trust takes a looot of time and experiences.

Tldr; fred is a smart little cookie and I think he gets underestimated too much : ( . also my math isn't the best so if I get anything wrong pls pls pls correct me

[theactioneer]

Dom DeLuise, Dan Ackroyd & Gene Hackman, Loose Cannons (1990)

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

From Football Star To The Loose Cannon: The Story Of Brian Pillman

TW: Guns , Death, Mentions of Disease

In honor of what would’ve been Brian Pillman’s 62nd Birthday, this article is about his life and career.

Brian William Pillman was born on May 22,1962 in Cincinnati , Ohio to a Welsh woman, Mary. He had a brother named, Phil, and three sisters named Linda , Angie , and Susan. Pillman’s father tragically passed away from a heart attack when Brian was only three months old. As a child , Brian was admitted to the hospital multiple times due to developing throat polyps and having to have multiple surgeries. The only time he would be able to spend time at home was during Christmas. Mary sent her son to a public school so he would be able to spend some time with his friends and soon, he became the only Presbyterian in his Catholic family. Pillman was also an athletic child, participating in various sports such as hockey and basketball. However , Pillman dealt with bullying from other students due to having a raspy voice from having multiple surgeries. Mary encouraged her son to learn to stand up for himself by enrolling him in boxing lessons. Pillman soon found himself excelling at football.

Pillman graduated from Norwood High School in Norwood , Ohio, a suburb of his hometown of Cincinnati. He was a standout as a defensive lineman for Miami University in Oxford , Ohio , and soon being drafted by the NFL ‘s Cincinnati Bengals in 1984. He was a free agent during this time period. Pillman also won the Ed Block Courage Award for his team. He also played for the Buffalo Bills during preseason in 1985. Thus, being released from the team before the season started. Pillman also played football in the Canadian Football League for Calgary Stampeders in 1986. During his time in college, Pillman was roommates with Baltimore Ravens head coach, John Harbaugh. His jersey numbers were 41 and 58.

Once Pillman’s football career came to an end, he stayed in Canada and began his professional wrestling career. He was trained by legendary wrestling promoter Stu Hart and his family in the legendary Hart Dungeon. Nevertheless, Brian made his debut in the Hart Family owned wrestling promotion, Stampede Wrestling in November of 1986. His first tag team partner was Bruce Hart, Stu’s son and the brother of Bret and Owen Hart. Their tag team name was called Bad Company ( not to be confused with the other wrestling tag team called Badd Company. ) . Pillman and Hart won the tag team championship for the promotion in 1987 , their reign ending in 1987. Pillman used his then girlfriend , Trisa Hayes ( soon to be known as Beulah McGillicutty ) , as his sibling to get over with fans and as a Babyface. He left Stampede in 1988 and joined Jerry Jarrett’s Continental Wrestling Association ( CWA ) . He briefly became part of the New Japan Pro Wrestling ( NJPW ) roster in 1989.

Pillman returned to America in June of 1989 and became a member of the World Championship Wrestling roster ( WCW) and earned the nickname ‘ Flyin’ Brian ’ due to his aerial ability and skills as an athlete. He was one of the first wrestlers along with Bobby Eaton to incorporate Lucha Libre skills into his wrestling move set. He held the NWA United States Tag Team Championships along with a wrestler named The Z - Man in February and May of 1990. Pillman soon started a storyline with Barry Windham , who he started to harass while dressed as a character named the Yellow Dog after losing a ‘ Loser Leaves WCW ’ match, thus, Pillman was reinstated. He also held the WCW Light Heavyweight Championship in 1991 and 1992. Pillman soon turned Heel in 1992 . In 1993 , Pillman formed a team with ‘ Stunning ’ Steve Austin ( soon to be known as Stone Cold Steve Austin ) , being known as the Hollywood Blonds. They feuded with teams such as Ricky Steamboat and Shane Douglas , and The Four Horsemen. They separated the same year. Pillman became a Babyface during this time and feuded with his old tag partner.

In late 1994, Pillman joined the Extreme Championship Wrestling ( ECW ) and teamed with Shane Douglas as a part of the talent swap between WCW and ECW. Pillman and Douglas were managed by the ‘ Sensational ’ Sherri Martel. Pillman returned to WCW in 1995 under the name California Brian. This gimmick was scrapped within a week of his return to the company. He soon became a tweener and feuded with wrestlers such as Eddie Guerrero and Buff Bagwell. He also formed a team with Arn Anderson and feuded with Ric Flair. The Four Horsemen soon reunited with Pillman and Chris Benoit being new members alongside Anderson and Flair. Pillman soon developed his ‘ Loose Cannon Gimmick ’ the same year. He returned to ECW in 1996.

Brian Pillman was signed to Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Federation in 1996. This signing was announced at a press conference along with Marc Mero’s signing to the company. Pillman was on the commentary desk for a period of time due to having a broken ankle. He soon moved into a role as wrestler after going after an unruly fan in June during an episode of WWF Superstars. His major feud was with his long time friend and former tag partner , Steve Austin. During the storyline , he took the side of Austin’s nemesis, Bret Hart. During their feud , the infamous ‘ Pillman’s Got A Gun ’ angle took place. This angle was when Pillman pulled a gun during an interview with Kevin Kelly and Austin visiting Pillman and his family . The WWF Camera Crew and Kelly surrounded the house to protect Pillman and his family during this incident. Austin was soon attacked by Pillman’s friends. Vince McMahon , WWF , and Pillman all had to issue an apology due to the incident.

Pillman took some time off from the company and returned in 1997 to align himself with his long time friends , Bret and Owen Hart , The British Bulldog , and Jim The Anvil Neidhart. They became known as the new Hart Foundation. Pillman was the only member of the faction to not be blood related or married into the famous family. He also feuded with Goldust , with their biggest match having the stipulations of Marlena being Pillman’s valet for a month if Goldust lost and Pillman leaving the WWF if he lost. Pillman won and had Marlena as his valet for a month.

In 1997, Pillman and his wife , Melanie , were in the midst of a hostile divorce. Melanie claimed that this was going to be a wake up call for Brian. They still lived together with Pillman living in the basement. Brian Pillman would be found dead in his hotel room by the maids on October 5 , 1997 in Bloomington, Minnesota. He was 35 years old. Pillman’s cause of death was found to be a heart attack. Thus , Steve Austin explained that this caused by a case of undetected Heart Disease. This condition also killed his father.

Pillman’s legacy lives on for the new generation of fans. WWE Superstar, Lexis King , is the son of Brian Pillman. King is currently signed to the NXT brand.

My Final Thoughts:

Brian Pillman was one of those wrestlers who I call ‘ Once In A Lifetime’ . He had the total package as a wrestler which I love. I wish I could’ve seen him live. I hope this article did him some justice.

Love You All,

- Kay

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Loose Cannons (1990) | You Want Me to Watch WHAT?!

This week, Chad sits Justin down to watch Loose Cannons (1990), starring Gene Hackman and Dan Aykroyd. Is it good? Probably not, but it should be fun to listen to them complain about it!

Download and listen today on Apple Podcasts, Spotify,  iHeart, Amazon, Stitcher,  Goodpods, and more of your favorite podcast services!

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CALIFICACIÓN PERSONAL: 5 / 10

Título Original: Loose Cannons

Año: 1990

Duración: 90 min

País: Estados Unidos

Dirección: Bob Clark

Guion: Bob Clark, Richard Christian Matheson

Música:  Paul Zaza

Fotografía: Reginald H. Morris

Reparto: Gene Hackman, Dan Aykroyd, Dom DeLuise, Ronny Cox, Nancy Travis, Robert Prosky, Paul Koslo

Productora: TriStar Pictures

Género: Action; Crime; Comedy

TRAILER:

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EPISODE season 1 DISC 1 S01E01 "Pilot" 1980 S01E02 "New Blood" 1980 S01E03 "The Loose Cannon" 1980 S01E04 "The Birthday Surprise" 1980 S01E05 "One on One" 1980 DISC 2 S01E06 "Prodigal Son" 1980 S01E07 "A Deal's a Deal" 1980 S01E08 "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" 1980 S01E09 "No One Gets Out of Here Alive" 1980 S01E10 "Last Rites for Lucci" 1980 S01E11 "Independent Operator" 1980 DISC 3 S01E12 "Fascination for the Flame" 1980 S01E13 "Smokey Mountain Requiem" 1980 S01E14 "Player to be Named Now" 1980 S01E15 "The Merchant of Death" 1980 S01E16 "Not for Nothing" 1980 DISC 4 S01E17 "Squeeze" 1980 S01E18 "Blood Dance" 1980 S01E19 "Phantom Pain" 1980 S01E20 "Dirty Little Wars" 1980 S01E21 "Date with an Angel" 1980 season 2 DISC 1 S02E01 "Going Home" 1980 S02E02 "School of Hard Knox" 1980 S02E03 "Revenge of the Mud People" 1980 S02E04 "Last of the True Believers" 1980 "S02E05 ""Aria for Don Aiuppo"" 1980 C" S02E06 "7th Avenue Freeze Out" 1980 DISC 2 S02E07 "Next of Kin" 1980 S02E08 "All or Nothing" 1980 S02E09 "Where's the Money?" 1980 S02E10 "Postcard from Morocco" 1980 S02E11 "Stairway to Heaven" 1980 S02E12 "White Noise" 1980 DISC 3 S02E13 "Dead Dog Lives" 1980 S02E14 "And It Comes Out Here" 1980 S02E15 "The Rip-Off Stick" 1980 S02E16 "High Dollar Bop" 1980 S02E17 "Hip Hop on the Gravy Train" 1980 DISC 4 S02E18 "The One That Got Away" 1980 S02E19 "Living and Dying in 4/4 Time" 1980 S02E20 "Call It Casaba" 1980 S02E21 "The Four-Letter Word: Part 1" 1980 S02E22 "Le Lacrime de Amore: Part 2" 1980 season 3 DISC 1 S03E01 "A Rightful Place" 1980 S03E02 "Battle of the Barge" 1980 S03E03 "Sins of the Father" 1980 S03E04 "Heir to the Throne" 1980 S03E05 "Sleepwalk" 1980 S03E06 "How Will They Remember Me?" 1980 DISC 2 S03E07 "People Do It All the Time" 1980 S03E08 "The Reunion" 1980 S03E09 "Day One" 1980 S03E10 "Day Four" 1980 S03E11 "Day Seven" 1980 S03E12 "Day Nine" 1980 DISC 3 S03E13 "Meet Mike McPike" 1990 S03E14 "To Die in Bettendorf" 1980 S03E15 "Romp" 1980 S03E16 "A One Horse Town" 1980 S03E17 "His Master's Voice" 1980 DISC 4 S03E18 "Hello Buckwheat" 1980 S03E19 "Let Them Eat Cake" 1980 S03E20 "Meltdown" 1980 S03E21 "Sanctuary" 1980 S03E22 "Brrump-Bump" 1980 season 4 DISC 1 S04E01  "Fruit of the Poisonous Tree" 1980 S04E02 "Black Gold" 1980 S04E03 "The Gift" 1980 S04E04 "La Mina" 1980 DISC 2 S04E05 "Witness Protection for the Archangel Lucifer" 1980 S04E06 "Point of No Return" 1980 S04E07 "Dead Right" 1980 S04E08 "Changing Houses" 1980

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Loose Cannons (1990) Trailer

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Of Light and Darkness: Ch. 7

Pairing: Obi Wan Kenobi X Reader

WARNINGS!:  Angst, PTSD, cannon typical violence, cursing (expanding vocabulary wherever I go).  Mentions of injuries by GIANT monsters. 

A/N:  ok here we go into the fight.  Not going to lie this was written after four very long 12 hour shifts so hopefully its edited ok. Couldn't get a Picture of the monsters to download properly but yeah look up Maalraas, they scary as HECK!  Anywho Enjoy!  Also if you can name the movie references I’ll be impressed 😉

Picture credit goes to Pinterest and Star Wars Wiki

Word Count: 1990 ish

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“RUN!”

“NO FARKING KIDDING!” 

You really didn’t needed to be told, the army of droids chasing you was incentive enough.  Master Windu and Master Qui Gon sprinted towards you and Obi Wan with incredible speed.  It was safe to say that the plan had gone awry.  The group had been trying to get around the perimeter fence of the mountain compound housing the lab.  The trip alarms were known, the pressure sensors were known, but the unknown factor had been the pack of giant Maalraas.  The large, fanged, clawed, bloodthirsty, Lightsaber resistant creatures that waited till the group was inside the inner fence then struck with a vengeance.  First clawing into Master Windu, then trying to bite Obi Wans leg off.  Master Qui Gon had been able to use a mind trick and sent them back in the other direction. 

Having beat a hasty retreat into the jungle you were able to mend both injured men.  Unfortunately, it took a lot out of you to do so.  The two Masters had been devising a plan when the battle droids showed up.  You were running as fast as your short legs would carry you, not fast enough though.  The rocky overhang by the trail you had all taken in came into your view and a thought occurred.  Looking back you confirmed that the droids were indeed gaining, and gathered a better look.  You gave a quick shout.  “Master!  The rocks, let’s use them!”

Master Windu looked where you pointed, and nodded.  The droids had started to blast above the trail to cut you all off.  Just as the latest avalanche of rock was raining down, you all dodged directly under the fall zone.  To the droids it looked as though you had all been killed. 

Once the Jungle had fallen silent, the rocks floated away.  Your Masters had used the force to create a protective bubble around you all.  You had tackled Obi Wan, doing your best to shield him from anything that may have slipped through.  As the dust cleared and you let him go, both of you blushed.  You laughed, trying to brush it off.  “Obi Boy I just fixed you, mind staying in one piece?”

Master Windu turned to you, extending a hand up, “Quick thinking Y/n, well done.”

“Let my armies be the rocks and the trees right?”  you smirked back quoting the latest lesson he had taught at the temple.

“How did you know that we wouldn’t be detected under the rocks.”  Obi Wan raised a brow to you.

You were trying to get the dust out of your hair, to no avail.  Pulling your hair tie out you shook the mass loose as you answered.  “Those are the same kind of rust buckets I saw here last time.  They only detect movement.”

“It’s been quite some time, how did you remember?”  Qui Gon was helping Obi Wan to his feet.

Raising an eyebrow to him you huffed, pointing to a very small scar at your hairline.  “Hard to forget.”

It was a long cold night on the mountain while the plan was revised.  No one dare light a fire or use a heat pack for fear of detection.  Obi Wan could still hear Qui Gon arguing strategy with Master Windu, they never quite saw eye to eye.  His own thoughts wandered back to you and the rocks.  There hadn’t been a moment of hesitation on your part.  For a moment during the roar of the rock fall he thought he had heard you whisper the words, “Not today, please not today.” 

Making his way to the tree you camped under he noticed how you had piled the leaves to create insulation off the ground.  Your knees were tucked up under your chin, arms folded in your cloak trying to conserve warmth.  “Y/n are you awake?”

“Hmm…yup.” was the mumbled reply.  While your eyes may have been open, they weren’t observant.   

“Did you get a ration bar yet?”  He worried about you.  More often than not on this mission you had pushed your physical limits, placing the others first.  When camp had been made you checked everyone over for injuries then made sure that rations were eaten.  But none of the men had ensured that you were well and had also taken nourishment.  “Come on now, you need to eat.  Have to keep up your strength.”

“Fine.” You huffed sitting up straight.    

Handing over the bar, he sat next to you wanting to ensure that it was finished.  There were bags under your eyes and he could see where you had been picking the seam loose on your tunic from anxiety.  “Thank you by the way, for my leg.”

“Uhm Hmm…Welcome.” You had shoved the last of the bar into your mouth, cheeks protruding comically.  Obi Wan couldn’t help a smirk spread on his face.    

Your exhaustion had reached its peak.  Obi Wan knew that if rest was not reached soon that you would be of no use to anyone, let alone yourself.  He had been to that point on many occasions during his time on the run from the Mandalorians.  Folding his legs and leaning into the tree, Obi Wan raised an eyebrow. “Y/n are you warm enough.”

Your bleary eyes looked at him sassily, “Oh yeah, toasty as a Tatooine summer.”

Obi Wan rolled his eyes and looped his arm behind you.  He placed your head on his shoulder and pulled you closer.  “Must you be so difficult?”

“I’m not difficult…I’m Y/n!”  you giggled.  Reaching up you playfully tugged at his padawan braid.

“Oh Maker….”  Obi Wan sighed rolling his eyes.  You were punch drunk with exhaustion, but even that couldn’t still your tongue.  Looping his arm down to your waist he pulled enough that you were leaning on him.  “Get some sleep Y/n.  I’ll keep watch.”

“Ok Obi…and…thank you.”  Your slurred speech ended on slow even breathing, having fallen quickly asleep.  He sighed heavily and wondered to himself how the crazy girl next to him hadn’t cracked yet? 

It was decided that the best option for entry would be at the further end of the compound by the river.  The Maalraas were confined to the opposite side nearest the road and mountain.  The river provided the opportunity to cover any noise and there was a drainage canal into the facility for access. 

Having entered into the facility the Jedi could see the extent of what was in play.  The cartel had kidnapped several of the locals and were holding them for labor.  The winding lab areas were open with little cover and dangerous chemicals were everywhere.  Qui Gon looked at Obi Wan, “Keep your sabers down until you need them.  Once we’re in you two free the civilians and we will take out the controls.”

“Where do we meet you after?”  You weren’t about to let them off so easily.  If the day before was any indication, then there were bound to be more problems ahead. 

 “Y/N do as you’re told.  We will call you after the controls are down.” Master Windu replied tersely.  You glowered at the back of his head as they left.

To that end the rescue had gone off fairly well.  You and Obi Wan managed to take out the few guards and send the civilians out the way you had come in.  As the last woman left there was a large clanking and explosive percussion.  Obi Wan look at you, “Oh that’s not good.”

“Nope, come on!”  Both of you ran.

Making it back you and Obi Wan saw the problem, a platoon of droids and several armed guards surrounded both of your Masters, pinning them behind several crates in the loading dock.  Master Qui Gon was deflecting the blaster fire while Master Windu engaged two if the guards.  Having brought one of the men to their knees with a strong kick to the chest, the other lost their hand trying to pull a blaster.  The platoon of droids was slowly closing in though and both Masters would be cut off.  There was a cruel laugh from a group of people behind the furthest line of droids.  “Surrender Jedi, you can’t win this fight.  You will die, just as your friends who came before.” 

Master Windu sensed your presence, looking up to see that your face had gone pale.  He waived to try to send you away, but stubborn as ever you shook your head no.  Mace sighed, of course you wouldn’t run.  So, he switched strategies, “Obi Wan get her out of here! Go!”

“Alright Jedi, since you won’t talk… Release the gas.”  The cartel leader cackled.

You had heard the stories of how Master Tahl had died.  The gas in those cylinders was irreversible, it was a death sentence to anyone exposed.  The fear, the fury, every emotion that you had thought was finally put away came back with a vengeance. 

“NO!” 

You screamed running into the fight, lightsaber raised.  Extending a hand you sent crate after crate flying at the droids, crushing them in a wave of debris.  Obi Wan charged in right behind you, not that you noticed.  Jumping high, landing on several of the destroyed machines, you leap frogged to land between the enemy and what you had come to call your family.  There was only a small number of droids left, but they were big clunkers with heavy weapons.  Leveling the cartel with a glare you gritted out one last warning raising your saber to them.  “Drop…Your….Weapons….NOW!”

“And what are you going to do…Little Jedi?”  The leader of the cartel was laughing at you.    

You looked to Obi Wan who nodded.  Both of you spinning around and slicing through the droids.  Coming to face the leader, you grabbed his belt and put the tip of your saber just under his chin.  It wasn’t enough to burn the flesh but it did make its presence known.  Obi Wan held the other cartel members back.  This was enough of a distraction that Master Windu and Master Qui Gon had taken out the rest of the guards and droids undeterred.  The other members of the cartel didn’t move for fear you would kill their boss.

The only thing in your focus was the man before you.  The anger that coursed through you, because of this one being, it was like a fire in your blood.  But then you saw your own reflection in the shattered window glass on the wall and it doused the rage.  You were unable to recognize the figure in the window pane that stared back with cold lifeless eyes.  You stepped back but still held your blade to the man.  “Consider yourselves out of business.”

Master Windu had come around to your side, his hand gently lowered the blade in yours.  “We have them Y/n.  It’s over.”

Your hands shook as the blade turned off.  Stepping back a few paces you looked to the reflection again, it was normal.  What had you almost become?  Your Master stood before you, studying the worried look on your face.  “Y/n are you alright?”

“I…I don’t know.”  You stammered.  Looking again to the men around you and taking a deep breathe.  They were safe, you would be alright.  Focusing again to Master Windu you smirked, “I’m ok if you’re ok Master.”

He gave your shoulder a squeeze.  “Then I think we are doing alright.  Let’s get these prisoners back to the port.”

“And go home?”  you said.

“And go home… where you will monitor the level one sabers for a month.”  He raised a glaring eye to you.  “Next time I expect you to follow my orders.”

“To be fair you were about to die.”  You folded your arms under your chest. 

Sighing heavily Mace shook his head.  “Fine two weeks.”

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Movie Review | Predator 2 (Hopkins, 1990)

This review contains spoilers.

The original Predator starts off guns blazing but soon settles into a certain quiet suspense. It satirized the meatheaded action of Rambo: First Blood Part II and its ilk and deflated the bombast of those movies. Predator 2 followed the loose cannon cops of Die Hard and Lethal Weapon and takes a similar approach to its protagonist (who also starred in the latter, more on that later), but the effect is anything but deflationary or low key. This is an almost unceasingly cacophonous movie, one that feels like it might explode out of the screen at any moment. We begin with a shootout between cops and Latino gang members where the amount of gunfire exchanged feels closer to a war zone than the inner cities. Characters are shouting and blasting away, or themselves getting shouted at or blasted to pieces, with an unlucky few getting brutalized by the Predator itself. Even worse is that the movie gives the impression of being set during a heat wave, so that characters are drenched in sweat and additionally aggravated. (It also probably doesn’t help that the gang leader prepares for battle by sticking a palmful of cocaine in his face.) This opening shootout feels like a scene set right in the fires of hell.

The movie is so intense in this respect that the characters even bond through shouting matches. Hero cop Danny Glover greets hotshot new recruit Bill Paxton by chewing him out, which I suppose is better than Maria Conchito Alonso greeting him by crushing his balls in the middle of a crowded police station. Glover was supposed to be old in Lethal Weapon, too old for this shit, one might say, and he seems even older here, perhaps because he’s wearing what looks like a Depression era suit. (The ‘90s were very much an age of hideously baggy tailoring, as the relaxed silhouettes pioneered by Giorgio Armani ballooned to embarrassing proportions, but this thing looks like it’s been sitting in Glover’s closet for over half a century.) Paxton is very much in slicked back douchebag mode, but it’s Paxton so he manages to make us like him anyway. (It helps that he seems to yell less than many other characters.) Glover gets his ass chewed out by his politicking superior Robert Davi, and regularly butts heads with sinister government agent Gary Busey, who is always accompanied by a bunch of lackeys in sunglasses and windbreakers and plays his scenes in classic Busey fashion, snarling and chewing his lines like a lion feasting on a gazelle.

In terms of what’s actually shown onscreen at any given moment, the movie is perhaps not more violent than the average hard R release at the time outside of a few key moments. But the movie feels extremely violent, the corrosive atmosphere giving every squib and gore gag and additional kick, and the Predator’s habit of leaving corpses strung up from the ceiling feels additionally unnerving. Roger Ebert likened the movie to angry, ugly dreams, and while it wasn’t a compliment, I think he captures the movie’s essence perfectly. This sense of excess carries throughout the action, with the brutal murders of a group of Jamaican gang members and a massacre on the subway (the latter captured with a stylish strobing effect) both playing out to harrowing results. This movie, like many action movies of the era, was not what you’d call racially sensitive, and its depiction of Jamaicans in particular is indefensible. I must ask though, was there a reason this particular group was singled out in 1990 by both this movie and Marked for Death? (The latter at least presents us with some positive Jamaican characters and has a character address his own prejudice late in the movie to cover its ass.) It seems like a very specific demographic group to target for fearmongering.

The cacophony lessens sonically but amplifies visually during the movie’s best scene, where government agents plan to trap the Predator in a slaughterhouse. The temperature seems to drop significantly as we cut between the freezing blue interiors of the slaughterhouse, all surfaces bathed in frosty radioactive dust while the agents traipse through it in their dehumanizing hazmat suits, and the darkroom-red interior of the control room, where the hero and a few others watch the action unfold, the steady beeping of all the monitors and displays slowly building suspense. This scene borrows heavily from the initial ambush in Aliens, but if you’re going to steal, steal from the best, and this kicks a fair amount of ass. Director Stephen Hopkins is no James Cameron, Ridley Scott or John McTiernan (all of whom this movie owes some debt to), but the sturdy level of craft, atmosphere of brutality and bursts of style converge very nicely in this one sequence and make most of the other action scenes pretty diverting too. And hell, even Gary Busey gets to kick a little ass in this scene, if only for a minute or so. In Gary We Trust.

I still think the finale with Glover in his old age taking on the Predator in hand-to-hand combat is extremely lame, but I think this has grown on me quite a bit, considering I used to think the whole movie kind of sucked. Maybe because my appreciation for this era of filmmaking has grown and The Predator (one of the most embarrassing things I’ve seen from a major studio) has given me some perspective, but barring the unfortunate racial aspects, I thought the movie held up quite nicely.

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Gene Hackman and friend, LOOSE CANNONS, 1990

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Sunday, October 02, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: JACK OSBOURNE’S HAUNTED HOMECOMING (discovery +) AMERICA’S FUNNIEST HOME VIDEOS (CHCH/ABC Feed/Check Local Listings) THE EQUALIZER (Global) 8:30pm EAST NEW YORK (CTV) 9:00pm THE WALKING DEAD (AMC Canada) 8:00pm INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE (AMC Canada) 10:00pm OUTRAGEOUS PUMPKINS (Food Network Canada) 10:00pm NOTHING COMPARES (Crave) 10:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT: ALASKAN BUSH PEOPLE (Premiering on October 03 on Discovery Canada at 8:00pm) A COUNTRY ROMANCE (Premiering on October 05 on Super Channel Heart & Home at 8:00pm) NIKKI & NORA: SISTER SLEUTHS (Premiering on October 7 on W Network at 8:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME A QUIET PLACE VERONICA MARS

NETFLIX CANADA THE CONJURING FOREVER QUEENS SEVEN THE SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION THE WITCHES (1990)

NFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN4) 1:00pm: Bears vs. Giants (TSN/TSN4) 4:00pm: Cardinals vs. Panthers (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 8:15pm: Chiefs 49 vs. Buccaneers

MLB BASEBALL (SN) 1:30pm: Red Sox vs. Jays (SN1) 2:10pm: Orioles vs. Yankees (SN Now) 4:00pm: A’s vs. Mariners (TSN2) 7:00pm: Mets vs. Braves

PRE-SEASON NBA BASKETBALL (SN) 6:00pm: Jazz vs. Raptors

HEARTLAND (CBC) 7:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE):  After another "Miracle Girl" moment, Amy reconsiders her role at the Youth Centre; Jack misses Lisa, especially after Tim and Jessica are forced to move into the house...away from THE HORSIES!

BEARS' LAIR (APTN) 7:00pm: Three Indigenous innovators impress the Bears with their new products and technologies that tackle challenges in health and safety, baby care and food security.

FRIDAY NIGHT THUNDER (APTN) 7:30pm: Humberstone's double-header weekend wraps up with a top 10 finish for Aaron, who proves the following week that he's on a roll.

THE GREAT CANADIAN BAKING SHOW (CBC) 8:00pm:  Ann Pornel and Alan Shane Lewis host 10 of the country's best amateur bakers in the baking tent; esteemed Judges Kyla Kennaley and Bruno Feldeisen declare the first Star Baker of the season and decide which baker is first to leave the tent.

HUDSON & REX (City TV) 8:00pm: When Charlie's estranged brother is accused of the death of his recent boxing opponent, Charlie and the team wrestle with the possibility of his guilt.

THE BIG BAKE (Food Network Canada) 8:00pm: Host Brad Smith sees which baking team is top of the class when they use their brains to create some cakes of a zombie high school for judges Danni Rose, Eddie Jackson and Ron Ben-Israel.

SINGLE BLACK FEMALE (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm:  Monica looks for a fresh start as she tries to land a gig as the host of an afternoon talk show. She soon becomes close friends with her new assistant, Simone, a deranged woman who plans to take over Monica's life for good.

PRE-SEASON NHL HOCKEY (SN Now) 9:00pm: Ducks vs. Kings

MOONSHINE (CBC) 9:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE): When a mysterious package arrives at the Moonshine, it makes the Finley-Cullens question their fates and whether the road to their destinies begin -- or end -- at the Moonshine.

LISTEN OUT FOR LOVE (City TV) 9:00pm:  A driven podcast producer is forced to make a loose cannon into her next star and save both of their careers with a new show focused on her search for love. As the duo go along for the ride, they start to listen and open their hearts.

AUSSIE GOLD HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm:

ISLAND OF BRYAN (HGTV Canada) 10:00pm: Bryan and Sarah make a big decision about the hotel. Bryan has a hard time understanding the design vision for their pool bathroom.

OUTBACK OPAL HUNTERS (Discovery Canada) 10:00pm:  The Young Guns face a tough decision; the Cheals break through to an underground mine in Lightning Ridge and it looks like The Poms' dream may be about to shatter.

CAR S.O.S (Nat Geo Canada) 10:00pm (SEASON PREMIERE):  Tim Shaw and Fuzz Townshend undertake dramatic automobile interventions across the U.K.

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Brian Pillman, Raven x Fem Reader- "Rope Burn"

I'm going to warn you, this fanfic might be triggering for those who are sensitive to this kind of subject.

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Listen kiddos, if you think that "feminist agenda" is something brand new, think again.

The 1990's was the decade of girl power.

"Xena the Warrior Princess" was a very popular TV show (though some could debate whether or not if this show was fap material disguised as female empowerment), we had all female rock bands--some of which would scream about hatred of men, we had the groundbreaking Lilith Fair concerts that featured all female recording artists performing (and they were named after arguably the first woman in the Bible) and many women performing at those concerts were singer-songwriters that wrote their own music and played their own instruments (and didn't use sex to sell themselves), the NBA launched the WNBA--where women played basketball like men did, Demi Moore starred in "G.I. Jane" about the first woman who joins the navy and shaves her head, and even the Spice Girls were a popular girl group who screamed "girl power!" yet didn't really have anything to show about it.

However, the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era at the end of the 90's slapped the 90's girl power in the face by misogyny, degrading and sexually objectifying women.

Now, the Attitude era didn't completely spit at girl power in the face, because we had Chyna being the first woman to enter the Royal Rumble and the first woman to win the  Intercontinental Title (as well as her being a woman that would wrestle with men and even beat them too) and some female wrestlers did actual wrestling matches which included hardcore matches.

But the way women were portrayed in the Attitude era was 50% women's empowerment and 50% fap material.

If that wasn't bad enough, women in the Attitude era--be it wrestlers or women in general---were sometimes treated like garbage and degraded.

I know the 1990's in general didn't always treat women with the utmost of respect, since this was the same decade that gave us the rise of gangsta rap, Howard Stern, "Baywatch" (which was just an excuse to see beautiful women run in slow motion in tight red swimsuits), "Married with Children" and even Beavis and Butthead objectified women sometimes.

Two professional wrestlers that played wild, rambunctious sociopaths were Brian Pillman during his Loose Cannon era and Raven from ECW and WCW (and to an extent, the WWE/F, TNA and Ring of Honor).

Granted, Raven was a lot more calm, reserved and timid as opposed to the manic, snarling Brian Pillman.

Brian even once kidnapped Terri Runnels/Marlena and turned her into his sex slave where he had sex with her as much as he liked, even if she didn't want to.

And Raven in ECW wanted the sluttiest, skankiest woman Stevie Richards could find, where Stevie brought him the infamous Divine Brown---a prostitute caught with Hugh Grant---but even she wasn't enough for Raven.

Just imagine if Brian Pillman had still been alive during the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era, though some could argue he was in it...

Many have said Brian would've fit right in with the Attitude era as well as helped initiate it (some also have said he started it when he pulled a gun out on Stone Cold Steve Austin).

Raven left ECW- an infamously bloody, gritty, violent, not appropriate for kids wrestling company---and joined WCW---a family friendly wrestling company with a no blood policy (which meant wrestlers were not allowed to bleed), was rated TV-PG, had coloring books aimed at kids and had wrestlers guest starring on Nickelodeon programs (and Nickelodeon is the most famous kids channel in the world).

Yet, what if Raven had left ECW for the World Wrestling Federation instead, especially considering the WWF was becoming vastly more darker, grittier, violent and arguably ripping off ECW by the late 1990's?

And because Raven wouldn't be seen as a sellout by joining a kid friendly wrestling company like WCW...

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode in the late 1990's, Brian Pillman and Raven had a match against 2 other people, and you valeted Brian's opponents.

You were standing next to the ring viewing and watching this match.

In the middle of the match, before you tried to distract Brian and Raven, Brian ran up to where you were standing, where he quickly crouched down and his fingers wrapped around both of your wrists, to which he began trying to pull you into the ring.

He used his force to pull you under the ropes into the ring, and your face cringed while your feet kicked and resisted.

As Brian pulled you into the ring, he smiled and grinned from ear to ear and laughed and cackled rather maniacally.

The audience gasped when Brian pulled you into the ring, Jerry Lawler mentioning and chirping what Brian did to you and pretending to be shocked.

Your head and the rest of your body slid underneath the lower rope while Brian pulled you into the ring.

Your body went limp except for your feet and legs kicking as Brian pulled you into the ring.

When you were in the ring, you sat on your knees and your face was in a state of panic, arching your head slightly back while your eyes and facial expression looked terrified.

No matter how much you resisted, Brian still didn't let go of your wrists.

It was no use to escape him.

He's bigger and crazier than you are.

Raven marched up to where you were sitting, his hand pulling a rope out of the pocket of his jean shorts.

The camera noticed Raven approaching you as well as the rope he pulled out, and Jerry Lawler mentioned the rope clutched in Raven' s hand.

While Brian's hands still held on to your wrists, he raised your hands and arms straight up until your hands were above your head.

Once Raven was standing close enough to you and Brian, Raven took that rope he held and wrapped it around your wrists, your wrists becoming attached to each other while Raven circulated that rope around your wrists tightly.

"Oh no" Jim Ross stated on commentary.

"He' s tyin' her hands up with that rope!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed.

The camera zoomed in on Raven's hands wrapping that rope around your wrists, and Brian made some room so Raven could tie the rope around your wrists together.

When your wrists were tied together, Raven held on to the rope tied around your wrists, whereas Brian let go of one of your wrists and his hand moved under your skirt, where your vulva is.

The tips of his fingers began to fumble and play with your clitoris under your skirt, despite your clit was being covered by your panties.

The camera zoomed in on Brian's fingers fondling your twat, showing your fabric covered vulva.

This got a massive reaction from the audience, many of them gasping, whereas others roared and cheered, many of the men rooting for Brian.

Some men in the audience even whistled at you.

"You see her panties, JR?!" Jerry Lawler asked, his voice shrill while he smiled and his eyes nearly bugged out. "I wish I was Brian and Raven right now!"

You were still worried and horrified while your arms were up, nearly almost crying.

Brian's fingers swerved over in between your vulva, where the tips of his fingers seemed to look like they wanted to enter in your vaginal hole despite that you were wearing panties.

He might as well slip his hand under your thong and let his fingers touch your pussy, since he doesn't care about censorship...

In fact, some people in the audience even want Brian, Raven or both to put their hands down your panties.

The camera zoomed in on Brian's fingers poking in between your vulva, which the audience got a glimpse of.

The fans in the crowd gasped, roared, cheered and their eyes grew wide over seeing Brian doing this, and Jerry Lawler was getting very overexcited and happy, smiling from ear to ear.

Brian, too, kept his signature shiteating Cheshire cat grin on his face whereas Raven's mouth was turned in a scowl.

Brian pulled his hand away from your vulva and his other hand let go of your wrist, while one of Raven's hands grabbed one of your wrists and carefully tried making your hands and arms go behind your back as well as behind your head.

Brian's hand slipped into the pocket of his jeans and he pulled out another long piece of rope, and the camera zoomed in on Brian's hand sliding into his pocket and pulling out a rope.

The audience gasped when Brian pulled that rope out of his pocket, on the edge of their seats and their eyes glaring at his hands pulling that long rope out.

Brian walked around you in a circle, turning sideways and then behind your back while the rope in his hand wrapped on your biceps and behind your back (as well as in front of your chest).

He wrapped that rope around your torso and chest, walking in front of Raven when he reached behind your back.

The camera followed Brian tying that rope around you so you wouldn't escape from him.

As Brian tied that rope around you, he didn't tie you too tightly, because Brian doesn't want to hurt you in real life.

He still kept his evil ear to ear grin on his face while he circled around you, wrapping and entangling your body in rope.

When he was in front of you again, he walked around you again and tied you in that same rope, the rope hugging and squeezing you tighter while he wrapped you in it.

He wrapped you up in that rope until it reached the end of it, where he and Raven helped tie the rope into a knot.

"Hope she isn't gettin' rope burn!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed.

Some people in the audience were in shock and horror seeing you getting tied up, and Raven and Brian's opponents, meanwhile, saw what was going on and were absolutely disgusted.

They marched up to Raven and Brian about to attack them, but Brian and Raven fought back and did their best to hurt their rivals.

Tears ran down your face while you were getting tied up by Brian, shouting and begging for them to stop.

But no matter how much you want this to stop, they refuse to listen.

The police haven't marched into the building to arrest Brian and Raven, surprisingly.

If the audience thought you getting tied up was shocking, they haven't seen anything yet.

After you were tied up with rope and unable to break free, one of Brian's hands grabbed the fabric covering your breast  and tore it until your nipple and areola was exposed.

The camera zoomed in on Brian's hand ripping the fabric away as well as your nipple exposed.

The audience gasped at the right time when he ripped the fabric of your top up and exposed your nipple and areola.

Male fans in the audience got out of their seats and cheered when they saw your nipple released, and Jerry Lawler's eyes were nearly bugging out of their sockets while he smiled from ear to ear.

A few male fans even made those cheesy wolf whistles at you as they're called.

Still with that wide ear to ear grin on his face, Brian leaned his face into your exposed nipple and wrapped his mouth around it, where he began sucking on your erect, exposed nipple.

The audience gasped, roared and reacted when Brian sucked your nipple, many male fans cheering for Brian and whistling at you.

The camera zoomed in on Brian's face while he sucked on your nipple, and some fans in the audience were looking to see if Brian really was sucking on your nipple.

Yep, he was.

Jerry Lawler was jealous and couldn't believe his eyes, neither could Jim Ross.

One of Raven's hands grabbed a fistful of your hair on top of your head, where he pulled and leaned your head back while he leaned his face and head closer to your face.

He then locked his lips in between your lips and kissed you, his tongue sliding up your tongue.

Speaking of tongues, Brian also licked on your areola as he sucked it, his tongue was moist and shiny.

One of Brian's hands slipped under your skirt, where his fingers began fiddling with your twat.

The camera zoomed in and caught Brian's hand under your skirt, playing with and rubbing your clit.

You whimpered and whined while these 2 men seemingly raped you.

"This is too hot for TV!" Jerry Lawler shrieked. "Put the kids to bed!"

The camera had caught Raven slipping you the tongue in your mouth as well as Brian sloppily kissing and licking your nipple.

Some people in the audience walked out of their seats and left because this was too disturbing and triggering for them.

During the early 1990's, when Jake "the Snake" Roberts slapped Miss Elizabeth, the audience booed the hell out of him.

If Brian Pillman had still been alive during the late 1990's and Vince Russo did things his way without McMahon, censors and the creative team bothering him, then things like this would've happened in the Attitude era.

Brian Pillman's madman character no doubt would tie a woman with rope and suck her nipple in the ring, amongst doing other things you can't do on television.

This moment where Raven and Brian tied you with rope while Raven kissed you and Brian sucked your nipple was a recreation of these photos from Madonna's infamous "Sex" book, where 2 punk rock girls that look like a cross between Bow Wow Wow's frontwoman Annabella Lwin and the Headbangers wrestling duo tie rope around Madonna and even poke the tip of a switchblade at her vulva, only to then tie her to a chair while one French kisses her and the other sucks her nipple.

Since you were the Madonna of professional wrestling and many moments you've done were recreation of Madonna moments, this had to be done.

It's Attitude era gold.

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I actually thought of typing a fanfic where the fem reader on television is naked and tied up and Brian Pillman, Shawn Michaels and Triple H rape her (they don't really rape her, it's just made for television), as well as a fanfic where Brian, Shawn, Triple H and maybe some of Raven's Nest from ECW roleplay gangraping the fem reader, but I didn't type them due to being sensitive subject matter.

Also, I do not enforce, support and glorify rape.

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“Boy will be Boys”

TW: Mention of sexual, verbal and physical assault, rape, domestic abuse, child abuse, violence against women and children, femicide. 

“If a boy is mean to you, it's because he likes you”. I think of this phrase every single time a man has sexually harassed or assaulted me, flabbergasted at the normalization of violence against women. I think of the white man three years ago who caressed my thigh on the bus ride home and told me he wanted to “rape me and show me the night of my life”. Did he like me? I think of the boyfriend I had who constantly belittled me, physically and verbally assaulted me and made me want to die.  I think of all the countless stories women have told, and the ones never told because they never had the space or support to share. I think of the women and children sex trafficked everyday and the countless videos of non-consensual violent pornography displayed to the public, both crimes and profitable for those uploading it. I think about how one of those videos could have been me when I found out my childhood babysitter was a pedophile who abused me and other kids. Or when I found out one of my high school teachers was arrested for child pornography and making minors do sexual things for his pleasure. I think of the never- ending stories of violence our women endure, profitable within our society. Like the murder of Marisela Escobedo Ortiz and her daughter Rubi Marisol Fraire Escobedo. Her daughter was killed for wanting to leave her murderer, after finding out he wasn’t who she fell in love with. And just like her daughter, after protesting and raising awareness relentlessly of the murder and the Mexican government’s compliance in it, Marisela was silenced and killed.

 Women are constantly having to fight for their right to live and be treated as equals. And when we do, we are either criticized, assaulted, raped, silenced or killed. It’s difficult to live within a world that thrives off of breaking you and normalizing your pain, Your oppression becomes part of their daily routine. There's a poet called Olivia Gatwood and her poem “If A Girl Screams In The Middle Of The Night'' (2019), describing the violent endings many women encounter. She begins her poem by stating in caps the truth that society will hide from many women in order to control and oppress them;

“IF A GIRL SCREAMS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

and no one is there to hear it

here’s what happens. i’ll tell you.” (Gatwood, 5, 2019)

Gatwood illustrates the violent murders of women and the suffering endured.  

“if she is in the woods, it shoots

from the cannon of her throat

& smacks itself against a branch,

whips around it like a tetherball.”  (Gatwood, 5, 2019)

The disappearance of women.

“if she is facedown in the moss,

it seeps into the forest floor’s pores,

& every time a hiker passes through,

the days beyond her unravel..”  (Gatwood, 5, 2019)

Mistreatment of women experiencing trauma and violence.

“if the girl is in the city,

the scream get lodged

in the cubby of a neighbor’s ear

prevents him from sleeping at night

& so naturally, he sells it to a second hand store

he takes it to the buying counter

in a jewelry box & says,

i don't know who this belonged to

but i don't want it anymore.

& though the pierced & dyed employee

is reluctant to take it, she sees the purple

bags rotting figs under the neighbor’s eyes

so she offers store credit.”  (Gatwood, 5, 2019)

Pleasure derived from perpetrating violence on women.

“& so not to startle customers,

a small label will be placed on the box

that says A SCREAM & each time a person cracks

it open the the girl’s rattling tongue will shake loose

into the store. this happens for months but no one

wants to buy it, to take care of it. everyone wants to hear it once to feel something & then go back

to their quiet homes, so the store throws it

in a dumpster out back, where the garbage

truck picks it up & smashes it beneath

its hydraulic fists. the scream will get buried

in a landfill somewhere in new jersey

& later the landfill will be coated in a grass,

where a wandering child will see a hill,

will throw her body against it

& shriek the whole way down” (Gatwood, 5-6, 2019)

Femicides occurring in Juárez Mexico are proof of institutionalized violence against women. Since the mid-1990s, “international media began to fixate on hundreds of gruesome killings of women: mostly young women of modest means. News stories reported on bodies found en masse in the Chihuahuan desert, at times describing evidence of trauma and torture in lurid and objectifying detail. No one knows exactly how many women have been killed or kidnapped in Juárez, but gender-based killings continue”. It wasn't until 2019 when the Mexican government “registered 1,006 victims of gender-based homicide across the country, with 31 of those in Chihuahua state, where Juárez is located”. According to Mexico's attorney general, that is a “137% increase over five years”, including only women who have been found”. Countless amounts of “crimes go undiscovered, unsolved and unpunished, enough that homicide on the basis of gender has generated its own official classification in Mexico and in much of Latin America: femicide”. Femicide encapsulates not only the “killing of victims who happen to be female” but also “the systematic violation of human rights. Whether through domestic violence or sexual assault, the victims of femicide are women who were killed because they are women” and it should be recognized as such (Chin & Schultz, 2020).

Women’s stories are constantly disposed of, silenced and erased from the world because it exposes the structural violence we experience and how embedded it is within our society. According to the National Coalition Against Domestic Violence, “1 in 5 women” are “victims of rape or attempted rape during their lifetime”,”1 in 5 women” have “experienced contact sexual violence by an intimate partner in their lifetime”, “19.1 million women” have been stalked, and “1 in 2 female murder victims” are “ killed by intimate partners” (NCADV, 2, 2020). The list goes on and on. And that again, only counts for REPORTED acts of violence. For an institutional and global issue, we must create an institutional and globally effective solution to end the normalization of gendered and sexual violence against women.

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence:

If you are in immediate danger, call 9-1-1.

For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE) or  1-800-787-3224 (TTY).

National Child Abuse Coalition:

If you know someone who is in trouble or needs assistance, call the Childhelp National Child Abuse Hotline at 1-800-4-A-Child (1-800-422-4453).

Works Cited:

Chin, Corinne, and Erika Schultz. “Disappearing Daughters.” The Seattle Times, 8 March 2020, https://projects.seattletimes.com/2020/femicide-juarez-mexico-border/.

Gatwood, Olivia. “If You Hear A Girl Scream In the Woods.” The Life of the Party, 1 ed., Dial Press Trade, 2019, pp. 5-6.

National Coalition Against Domestic Violence (2020). Domestic violence. Retrieved from https://assets.speakcdn.com/assets/2497/domestic_violence-2020080709350855.pdf?1596811079991