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Marty Janetty asserting his dominance over Shawn, it’s not effective
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mr-wrestlemania · 1 month ago
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Living Legends Chapter 3(Monster AU)
Summary: Tensions reach a boiling point outside the ring and Shawn has to make a choice that would define his future in the business. Yet he can't help but mourn what he has to put behind him. Vampires are sentimental creatures after all.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58924921/chapters/153644029
Previous Chapter
The Rockers had already lost track of how long they were in the ring. The Rockers and The Hart Foundation were closing the show out together, but so far any attempts at pinfall came short. Marty stood at ringside anxiously as he watched Jim Neidhart throw Shawn around the ring. Bret and Jim purposely kept Shawn away from Marty as they continued to tag each other in to wear Shawn down. The Rocker kept kicking out of their attempted pins, but his stamina was dropping by the second.
“C’mon Shawn!” Marty yelled.
Shawn was being set up on the top ropes by Jim and the exhaustion made things look bleak. He opened his eyes as he was launched but latched onto Jim Neidharts's arms to take him down to the floor. 
Both men yelled as they hit the mat and Shawn curled up in agony. 
Marty was practically jumping out of his shoes as he stretched his arm towards Shawn. “C'MON BROTHER!” 
Bret stomped his feet as Jim started to crawl across the mat. His body screamed but Jim wasn't one to quit halfway. 
Shawn groaned and clawed his way away from Jim. He staggered onto his feet, exhausted and ready to collapse. His determination was enough to allow him to tag Marty before he stumbled into the ropes. 
Jim tagged Bret and dragged himself to the outside of the ring to catch his breath. Bret was more than ready to clash with Marty from the way he dashed to the center of the ring. 
The two men were fresh and eager to throw the other around. They first grappled until Marty buckled and got dropped onto the mat. Bret grinned and started to run the ropes. The Hitman tried to elbow drop onto Marty but Marty rolled out of the way. 
Bret yelled after he hit the ring and held it while he laid on his back. Marty grinned and signaled to Shawn to position himself at the ropes. 
“You good? You ready for this?"
Shawn nodded and Marty started to climb the ropes. He sat on top of Shawn's shoulders, took a deep breath, dove off of Shawn and on top of Bret. Bret yelled under the weight of Shawn landing on top of his ribs and Marty clapped with glee.
To the shock of all of the participants, the bell rung before Marty tried to pin Bret.
Bret rolled out from under Marty and staggered onto his feet. “Why'd they ring the bell?!” 
Marty looked at Shawn in confusion. The Rockers leaned onto the ropes as they looked down at the announcers. 
"Ladies and Gentlemen! This match has come to a draw and reached its maximum run time!” 
“You've gotta be shitting me!” Shawn groaned.
Jim laughed and shook his head, “Maybe if you just gave into the sharpshooter you'd lose with dignity.” 
“Fuck that.” Shawn spat. “Won't catch me under Bret like that.” 
Marty rolled his eyes and shoved Bret away, “If you'd just lie down we could have wrapped it up!!” 
A guttural growl came from Bret as he glared through Marty. Bret jumped forward and knocked Marty down. 
“Hey! Cool it!” Shawn growled back and threw Bret off Marty.
Bret wiped his mouth and winked at Jim. Then they both swung to knock the Rockers down. 
Marty jumped to his feet and ran to punch Bret in the gut. 
Shawn went after Jim, only to get flung into the turnbuckle by Jim's thick arm. 
“Its a free for all in there!! Somebody stop them!” One announcer cried out. 
Wrestlers from the locker room spilled out to separate the teams, but everything went according to plan. Shawn and Marty reluctantly backed off and went backstage first. 
“You're lucky we caught on quickly, Bret. We almost thought you were serious about decking us.” Shawn spoke from his shower stall while scrubbing his hair. 
Marty stretched and scrubbed at his back in the stall next to Shawn's, “It's still bullshit it ended in a draw, but that just means we were evenly matched.” 
Jim was on the bench drying his hair, “You two don't go down easy. Been a while since the tag division was this exciting.” 
“I'll say.” Bret stepped out of a stall after he wrung his hair out. “You two feel like drinking? Roddy found a good watering hole not too far from here.” 
Marty burst out with a grin, “That sounds great right now.” 
Bret raised his eyebrows at the sight of Marty’s hooves and the small horns that stuck out of his hair. “You're a satyr??” 
“Oh- Shit I took my ring off..” Marty stumbled to his bag to dig his ring out.
Jim smiled, “You too huh?” He held his leg up to show a bracelet around his ankle. The engravings were almost the exact same on Marty's ring. 
“You're..one of us Jim?” Shawn lowered the towel from his hair. 
“Course I am!” Jim laughed, “How do you think I keep up with my wife?” 
Bret curled his nose, “Don't go any further with that. I'd rather not imagine it before eating.” 
Shawn chuckled and grabbed his clothes to change into, “Jim, if you don't mind me asking, what are you?” 
Jim unclasped the ankle bracelet and the illusion fell right off of him. His spine was covered in sharp spikes that stopped at his neck. Two horns protruded from his head that curled upwards. Even his pupils had a lizard-like slit to them. 
His smile was much sharper but he broke the silence with a loud cackle. “I'm a Hodag! Granted you probably don't know about us, we're mostly famous in Wisconsin.” 
Marty was in absolute awe, “That's wicked, brother. Look at those horns! Got any uh..tips for horn care?” 
The two rambled off while Shawn watched with a smile. It was more of a relief to see Marty get along with someone on the roster. Envy definitely ran through Marty, but it was a healthy amount from what Shawn could sense. 
“You guys ready?” Bret called out. 
“Sorry. Got distracted.” Jim slipped his ankle bracelet back on to keep up his human appearance. “Now I just gotta get dressed, one second!” 
Marty slipped his ring on his middle finger and its magic disguised his hooves and horns. “There. Now I'm ready to partay.” 
Shawn snorted a little, “Don't lie to me Marty, you're always ready to.” 
“Okaaay. I plead guilty, but I take no shame for it.” Marty giggled and slipped his shirt on. 
The group departed the locker room once Jim got some pants on. Their spirits were tired, merry but thirsty. 
The bar Bret took them to had a calming atmosphere, which was sorely needed from how the tag team’s match ended, but the men hardly thought about it as they walked around. Bret had broken off to play with a pinball machine while Marty looked at the drink menu with Jim.
Shawn leaned over and watched. His hunger was satiated for the moment, so he mostly just sipped his drink. “Didn't think you knew how to play these.” 
Bret smirked, “Oh please, I'm pretty fond of em. I kind of like arcades honestly but there isn't one around. Hopefully the next venue will be in a city with one.” 
“Yeah?” Shawn chuckled, “Love to see you in one. Ought to play with you one day.” Shawn hardly knew what he was saying until after the fact. 
The Hitman blinked and stood back up. “Right. I'll kick your ass in air hockey if you're serious.” He smiled. 
“Oh of course the Canadian is good at a variant of hockey.” Shawn playfully rolled his eyes, only to be lightly shoved by Bret. 
“Alright you two don't get too rowdy.” A familiar voice called from behind them. 
“Roddy!” Bret beamed and clasped hands with the veteran wrestler. 
Shawn perked at the sight of the Rowdy Roddy Piper. Roddy noticed the nervous looking blonde and grinned. 
“You're Shawn Michaels I take it? Good match out there, even if it was a draw.” 
“Thank you- That means a lot.” Shawn chuckled, “We tried to at least work that shoot fight to get heat around us. Maybe tease future matches.” 
Roddy laughed and sat down, “Good idea. Never too dull to stir the pot.” He took a deep swig of his drink and grinned, “Yknow, you're really good at the high flying stuff, but you gotta hold your own eventually. I could see you raising hell in the singles division.” 
Shawn raised his brows, “You think so? Shoot, I don't even know what gimmick I'd have. Still, it's exciting to think about y’know? I've wanted that ever since I was a kid.” 
“Then don't be hesitant to broaden your horizons, kid. You've got potential. Can see why Bret was itching to fight you, he's a very honest critic.” 
The blonde smirked in Bret's direction, “Glad to see it was mutual.” 
“Yeah, well. The Rockers made things interesting again. Every match we have feels like a real challenge.” Bret shrugged in his leather jacket and hummed. 
Shawn was practically starstruck with getting praise from such seasoned wrestlers. Unfortunately, it didn't last as long as he had hoped, a far nastier aura had caught his attention. 
Marty put Shawn's drink down with enough force to spill it a little. “He's not the only Rocker. Though it sounds like everyone keeps forgetting that.” 
Shawn winced and got up, “Marty, easy.”
“I've tried to be calm about this! I've been trying all damn day!!! Here I thought we were celebrating but it's just you getting your flowers. Is that it?” His skin practically felt like it was boiling from the rage and envy.
Roddy shook his head, “Don't do something you'll regret-” 
“-Stay out of this!” Marty snapped back at Shawn, “Since everyone seems to think you're the superior Rocker, prove them right Shawn!” 
Shawn raised his hands a little, “No, I'm not fighting you. C’mon let's not do this-” 
“-You are not going to make me look bad. I'm just as important as you are Shawn!” 
Shawn grit his teeth and stared Marty down, “Then why don't you fucking act like it?!” 
That's all it took for Marty's blood to reach a boiling point. A quick right hook from Marty had Shawn on the floor. He staggered back onto his feet and grunted. 
Shawn then swung at Marty nailing him in the ear. The ringing in his ear made Marty stagger but he charged at Shawn and punched him on the side of the head. Shawn's world went dark and he was knocked out quicker than he could blink. Even for a Satyr, Marty was much stronger than he looked.
Marty was pulled off by Jim and the bartenders started to panic at the chaos.
“Shit..” Marty staggered onto his feet and stared down at Shawn's sprawled out body. 
His throat tightened so hard it felt like he was being choked. Shawn looked dead. People would notice. They'd be outed. He wanted to rip his hair out, break a horn. Anything to show how sorry he was. 
This wasn't all his fault. Shawn kept inviting attention to himself. He didn't mind forgetting all about his buddy Marty. 
Then why did Marty's chest ache so bad?
Roddy shot up to help Shawn off the ground, “Kid. Get the hell out of here now. If you know what's good for you.” 
The rocker looked down at his teammate and felt the weight of his actions nearly tie his chest into a knot. He couldn't move or think. Marty couldn't do anything. 
“Janetty, get out of here!” Bret urged and moved his attention to help Roddy sit Shawn down. 
It felt like he was trying to run up a sand dune but it was just the floor of a bar. He felt pathetic. By the time he got outside, it was too late. 
Jim ran over to the window, “Shit. Cops are here! They're gonna arrest the idiot.” He cursed under his breath as he paced. 
Roddy sat Shawn up on a chair and dusted himself off, “Someone's gotta break the news to him when he wakes up-” He paused when he looked at Shawn's chest. 
It wasn't moving. 
“-I'll take care of that. Don't worry about it.” Bret leaned into The Piper's ear, “He's not human, and far from dead. Deader I guess. Help me get him out of here.” 
“..Alright Bret.” He nodded, “Got a rental? I'll get your car for you.” 
Jim tossed Roddy the keys, “Red ford just around the corner. Thank you man. I'll pitch in and help carry sleeping beauty.” 
“Good man.” Roddy quickly exited the bar. “Randy? What are you doing?” 
The Macho man was signing something for the officers before he noticed Roddy, “Ayyyeee Pipes!! I just had to explain to our brothers in blue here how our fights work. Poor Marty here just got too into it, right?” 
Marty Jannetty nodded, “Yeah.. I didn't mean to scare anyone..” 
“See? We'll take it from here. No harm no foul am I right?” Randy grinned and the two officers practically beamed. 
“Right. See to it that he's more careful in the future.” They smiled at the autographs and drove off. 
“Look, you're lucky I was on my way here but you gotta cool it kid. Save the punches for the ring, you hear?” 
Marty felt like a child being scolded and hugged himself close. “Yes sir.” 
Roddy shook his head, “Bret and Jim got Shawn. You should probably give each other space for tonight-” 
“-No!! I need to make up for what I did!” Marty was almost in tears but Roddy blocked him from entering the bar. 
“You can do it later. Go. ” Roddy's eyes flickered up and down Marty's build. Randy stood close by with an intense look on his face. 
Marty took a few steps back and took a deep sigh. “Okay..I'm sorry.” 
Murmurs of slurred words and faint humming were the noises that greeted Shawn stirring himself awake. Jim nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Shawn turn onto his side. 
“Shit! You were as still as death just a second ago..” Jim got up to knock on the bathroom door, “Bret! He's awake!” 
“Coming!” Bret could be heard fumbling around with the sink and dried his hands on his shirt. 
Shawn blinked and looked around the room, “What the fuck happened back there..? And where the hell am I?” 
Jim put his illusion ring on the side table and stretched his clawed hand, “Marty knocked your butt clean out.” 
“Jim!” Bret nudged him. 
Shawn groaned and turned onto his backside, “That explains why my face hurts. Dammit it was in front of Roddy Piper too.” 
“I guarantee you he doesn't think less of you for that. Marty was just immature about you getting praised. Unless..” Bret glanced over, “Does he know?” 
“..He does yeah.” Shawn rubbed his face and sighed, “I thought he took it well, but he must have bottled it up. Fucks sake!” 
“Take it easy, you got into a fight after we had a long match. Still, I'd be riled up too.” Jim shook his head and sat on one of the beds. 
“I don't know if I can keep doing this.” Shawn stared at the floor. 
Bret paused and sat next to Shawn, “That's it? You're gonna quit over this?” 
Shawn stomped his foot and shook his hands, “I don't know man!!! Maybe? He's done nothing but get worse. I mean. I haven't exactly been the best influence on him.” 
“Yeah. You two are already known for being hardcore partiers. It's big of you to admit you are at fault too, but you wanna wait on a plan? You should take a breath before doing anything rash.” Bret smiled a little, “Even though you don't need to breathe, it would do you some good.” 
“..Well I can't argue with you on that.” Shawn took a deep breath and leaned back on the couch, “Yeah. I'll sleep on it, but I don't know if I can sleep with Marty right now.” 
Shawn blinked and sat up to rephrase his statement, “We could only afford a single bed-” 
Jim chuckled, “No no, we got it. I mean, it's not a bed but better than sleeping next to the guy who beat you up.” He gestured to the couch with his eyes. 
“You don't mind?” Shawn looked between them. 
Bret snickered, “Just a warning. Jim sometimes sleeps in the buff.”
“C’mon! I cover myself.” Jim huffed. 
Shawn snorted a little, “I'd wear my eye mask if I had it. It's back in our room. I could go back and get it with my stuff.” 
Bret nodded, “Mind if I tag along? Just so Marty doesn't do anything weird.” 
Marty surely would raise a brow at Shawn bringing Bret, but god a part of him wanted Marty to get mad. He wanted Marty to see that he did have more than him. It felt a little wrong to use Bret like that, yet he did offer himself. 
Shawn smiled and nodded, “Thanks. I'd appreciate it. I still have the key, it's just on the first floor. What floor are we on..?” 
“Second. We'll take the elevator. Be right back Jim.” Bret got his shoes on and followed Shawn out of the door. 
Shawn’s head started to ache from how angry he felt, that or it was just that sore from Marty clobbering it hours prior. His jaw was so tight, his teeth practically started to grind against each other. 
Bret noticed Shawn's silence in the elevator and frowned a little, “Do you want me to wait outside the room?” 
His thoughts hit the breaks and he sighed. “Yeah. If you wouldn't mind. I don't expect him to be as feral as he was earlier..but. I dunno.” 
They stepped out of the elevator and found The Rocker's room. The dread made Shawn's whole body feel numb. His fist hovered over the door while his fingers felt like they were pricked with tiny needles. 
He recalled what Bret had told him earlier and took a deep breath. 
Knock knock. 
The door quickly opened and Marty hesitated to even look at Shawn. “Hey.” 
Shawn hardly blinked. “Hey. I'm here for my things.” 
Marty moved out of Shawn's way and noticed Bret in the hallway. A pit in his throat formed but he had enough in him to shut the door. 
“Where are you going?” 
Shawn grabbed his bag and started throwing his clothes inside. “To sleep in a room without you. I'm done after tonight.” 
“What?!” Marty's eyes widened and he tried to follow Shawn, “Shawn you can't quit c’mon..- Shawn I'm sorry!” 
Both of them froze in place. Shawn slowly turned around to look at Marty with cold eyes. Marty took a deep breath and shook his head. 
“I was jealous. The way I acted was childish. I'm sorry..” 
He'd hear a similar song and dance before. The apologies felt almost empty at that point. Shawns eyebrows furrowed and he scrunched his nose as he spoke. 
“You're right. Didn't even have a drink in you and you still wanted to hit me. How far is this going to go Marty? After I stuck my neck out for you, everything we've been through?” Shawn scoffed, “We'll talk in the morning. I need space.” Shawn turned away from Marty to hide his watery eyes. 
Marty wanted to reach out and hug Shawn like they used to do, but he held himself back best he could. His breath shook and sat on the empty bed with his head pointed to the ground. 
“Okay.” His reply was short but it hardly masked how close he was to breaking down. 
Shawn turned his back to Marty and left the hotel room without another word. 
Bret pushed himself off the wall and looked at Shawn. “Sounds like it was peaceful- ..Shawn?” 
The blonde man's blood boiled and his throat ached. His face felt hot as his body disobeyed him. Tears welled up in his eyes but fury gathered in his fists. Punching something wouldn't help, god he just wanted some relief-
“-Shawn.” Bret gently put his hand to Shawn's shoulder. “You're biting your lip too hard, your fangs made it bleed.” 
Shawn jolted a little and wiped his mouth. He glanced away from Bret while he wiped his eyes. He felt pathetic being caught crying by Bret, but he was never one to hide his emotions too well. 
“Sorry.” 
The Canadian smiled a little and squeezed Shawn's shoulder, “C’mon. This isn't the place, but don't be sorry about it. You have feelings too.” 
Shawn sucked a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. “Yeah. Thanks…” 
Jim noticed Shawn was much quieter than earlier, but Bret told him not to pry. Bret was the first to pass out and looked tangled in his blankets. Jim occasionally would toss and turn, but a strange feeling crept along his neck. He opened one of his eyes to peek around the room. 
The sight of Shawn's eyes piercing through the darkness nearly caused Jim to yell. For a moment, he hovered over Bret without making a single noise. The glow of his eyes in the night resembled that of a night predator contemplating how to rip his dinner apart. 
Shawn suddenly turned his head toward Jim and he felt like he couldn't breathe. His body was frozen in place under Shawn's uncanny gaze. Sure he knew Shawn was a vampire, but he had never seen a hungry vampire before. 
It felt like they locked eyes for eternity, but Jim had to blink. His eyes ached for relief. When he opened his eyes, Shawn was gone. His breath returned to him in panicked gasps and he sat up to scan the room. 
Bret didn't stir one bit and simply just snored softly. Jim didn't see any blood around Bret's bed, but couldn't check if Shawn bit any other spot. His blankets didn't have bloodstains, so he could relax for the night. Mostly. 
“I'll check in the morning,” Jim thought as he laid back down, “Maybe he picked someone else..Bret's fine. Gods don't let him murder Janetty..”
That morning Bret answered their wake up call and smiled at the sight of Jim splayed out on his back. Thankfully he was still covered by the blanket but the discarded boxers on the ground by his foot got a chuckle out of Bret. 
“C’mon Jim up and at'em!” Bret tossed the underwear on his brother-in-law's face. 
“Okay..oka-” Jim pulled the underwear off his face and cackled a little, “Oops. Guess I kicked them off. Is uh- is Shawn awake?” 
Bret turned a lamp on and Shawn was as still as death. It was hard for him to take his eyes off him. 
“I think so..?” Bret whispered, “It's times like this where I'm reminded he's undead. For a second, I thought he really was-” 
Shawn's eyes opened almost immediately, “-Dead? Nah. Just sleepy.” He sat up and stretched. 
Jim looked at Shawn's mouth and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. He at least suspected maybe a little blood from biting someone, so what did Shawn really do that night??
“What? Do I got something on my face?” Shawn rose to his feet to check his reflection in the bathroom. 
“Lot of good that will do ya.” Jim snickered. 
“Jokes on you, Anvil. They don't make mirrors with silver anymore.” Shawn smirked and wiped his mouth clean of dried spit. 
He was still hungry . 
His eyes looked more human, so he didn't have to drain anyone dry just yet. Yet, the way Jim had stared at him made chest ache. 
The night before was such a blur, but he was sure he was more than careful of how he fed himself while his hosts slept.
“Maybe he saw me prowling..” Shawn washed his face with hot water while he thought to himself.
His face had fresh bruises from the fight and it was one of the few times Shawn wished he didn't have a reflection. His throat ached as he thought of the night before, but every emotion in his body made his head spin. Of course he was furious over what Marty did, but he didn’t want to give up on wrestling forever because of him. He lowered his head onto the sink counter to look away from his teary eyed reflection. 
Then a loud knock jolted Shawn out of the void. “Yeah? Sorry I’ll be out in a sec..” Shawn splashed cold water on his face in a panic.
“Not to rush you, but we just got a call for you Shawn.” Bret spoke through the door, “It’s the boss.” Shawn flung the door open, “Oh fuck, don’t tell me he heard..” Bret sighed, “Yeah. He did. He needs to meet with you and Marty to discuss things, that's all he said. I’m hoping for the best.” He could tell Bret was trying to make him feel better, but it only sounded like Bret was dreading the same thing as him. Shawn took a deep breath with Bret and leaned against the doorway. “I won’t quit. I know that now, I’m going to shoot for the singles run..” The Hitman smiled, “Good! I’d hate to miss out on throwing you around. You’re a talented guy, Shawn.” The praise he got from Bret made his pupils change shape, although he couldn’t really tell. Bret’s brows raised when he saw Shawn’s pupils turn white. It almost looked like they were..sparkling? “What?” Shawn blinked, a little nervous at how hard Bret was staring at him. 
“Sorry, your eyes are kinda.. Doin something.” Bret chuckled a little. Shawn turned red and huffed, “They tend to do that if I get too excited. It’ll fade, just ignore it.” Bret had to subdue his laugh while he rubbed the side of his head, “Nah, I think I’ll remember it” “You need something for your headache Bret?” Jim chirped, “Looks like it’s getting worse.” Bret sighed, “Yeah.” He then turned to Shawn, “Let me know if anything comes up, will ya?” Shawn smiled, clasped hands with Bret and carefully hugged him. “Of course. Oh- By the way, showers help with migraines. Might wanna try that.” “You heard him Bret.”Jim smiled and hugged Shawn.”Take care of yourself. I’ll make sure Bret here doesn’t lose his head.”
The blonde nodded and grabbed his bag, “Thanks for housing me. I’ll let you guys know how it goes.” He made a quick glance over his shoulder before he left out their door. Bret didn’t think much of it, but the image of Shawn’s eyes came back to his mind for a moment. Bret rolled his eyes and waved Shawn off, “Jim why do you keep looking at my neck?” Jim thought of the way Shawn stood over Bret the night prior and shook his head, “Nothing.” “You’re a horrible liar.” Bret tossed his shirt onto the bed, then slipped into the bathroom. “I’ll be fine, it’s just a headache. Give me a few minutes okay?”
“Alright…” Jim sighed. He wanted to give Shawn the benefit of the doubt, but something kept nagging at him. What else could have Shawn done to Bret?
Shawn continued to walk down the hall with some pep in his step. It was going to go right, even if he had to pull the strings himself. As he stood waiting for the elevator, he gazed at his reflection with a smirk. His eyes were more vibrant than ever and even briefly had a pink hue to them. “You helped me more than you know Hitman..” Shawn chuckled to himself.
“Thank you for meeting me here so abruptly, normally I send more of a notice ahead of time.. But given what you two were up to last night, I had no choice.” The Boss sat across from the Rockers. His eyes scanned them carefully. “Marty. Tell me what happened.” Marty had shrunken in his seat from how Shawn couldn’t look at him. He glanced nervously at their boss and sighed. He had to own it up. 
“It was my fault sir. Shawn was just defending himself.” Shawn could hardly believe what he heard, but bit his tongue as Marty continued. “He was getting praise from other wrestlers and I acted impulsively..” Marty frowned and glanced at Shawn occasionally.
Mr.McMahon nodded and tapped his pen against his armchair, “See, we can work this to lead to your tag team break up, but only if you two keep it under control until the payoff. Are you two going to be okay until then? If you’re still interested, that is.” Even though a vampire’s heart beat far slower than the pace of a normal heart, Shawn felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He hated it, he wanted to claw it out of his chest with his bare hands. Marty’s eyes widened a little when he saw a pink hue briefly appear in Shawn’s eyes. 
Shawn smiled calmly. Confidence and pride pulsed through his heart at a steady pace as he fixed his posture. “I am.”
Marty gripped his pants legs and felt the room slip away from him. The conversation wasn’t about him anymore. The glassy look to his eyes caught Shawn’s attention and pulled him into two different directions. 
"Well, I see no reason to continue this further. So long as you two keep any fights in the ring, I’ll look the other way. For now. Find some way to coexist until then, are we clear?” “Yes sir.” Both Marty and Shawn responded. “Good. I expect the Rockers to be at the next venue, you’re closing the show out again.” They nodded and slipped out of the room. Nobody waited for them outside but the unspoken tension between them. It practically had them by the nape of their necks and Marty couldn’t take it anymore. The fog over his eyes broke like a shattered mirror and Shawn had to step over the shards. “Shawn- Shawn I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.. I never wanted to do something like that to you, brother. I just- I let my emotions get the better of me but that’s not an excuse. If you want to go singles then I won’t stop you..but please tell me this isn’t the end for us.”
Shawn swallowed nervously, “If we work on it, I don’t see why it would be. I just need some new boundaries Marty.” “Of course!” Marty smoothed his hair out and nodded, “What are they?” “I can’t feed off of you anymore. The overdose and..last night just prove it’s not helping either of us. I was addicted to your adrenaline and taking it from you to make you chase more might make you self destruct… I’m terrified of that Marty.” 
He softened upon seeing Shawn’s raw emotions peek out and gently touched his arm, “I know. I’m sorry that all I can say is I’m sorry . What about you though? How are you gonna get what you need..? I’m worried about you too Shawn.” Shawn wiped his face and shook his head, “I can take care of that. Promise. If it gets bad, I’ll say something from now on.” Marty smiled, “Good. I know it’s been rough, for both of us..But I have your back Shawn.” “Are you still mad about me going singles..?” Shawn walked side by side with Marty, still cautious on where they stood. He sighed out of his nose and stuck his hands in his pocket, “Not really? Long as I don’t lose you, y’know? I’m scared of the future, I won’t lie to you but I’ll be happy for you. Maybe it’s a bit too soon to say how I feel about it, but I won’t hold you back anymore.” The self depreciation made Shawn’s eyebrow twitch, but he tried to brush it off. Marty yawned as they got into the elevator and rubbed the corners of his eyes. “Now I think I can get some sleep.. What about you?” Shawn glanced at his reflection again and leaned back on the railing. “I’ll be just fine.”
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sebeth · 5 months ago
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Royal Rumble Marathon: 1992
The Royal Rumble marathon continues into 1992.
Spoilers for past Rumbles…
The undercard:
The Orient Express vs the New Foundation.
We see footage of the Mountie defeating Bret Hart. The commentators noted Bret wrestled with a high fever and is now out with the flu. I’m assuming Bret was sick as it would be an odd choice to change the title on a house show three days before Bret’s advertised match against the Mountie at the Royal Rumble. Roddy comes to Bret’s defense and will take his place against the now-champion Mountie.
The Mountie vs Roddy Piper. Roddy gets a huge reaction. Roddy wins his only WWF/E title when he defeats the Mountie.
The Bushwhackers (with Jamison) vs the Beverly Brothers (with the Genius). This re-watch marathon is bringing back memories of performers I haven’t thought of in decades. Jamison? That’s a blast from the past. If you’re too young to remember Jamison, think of a nerdy Rick Moreno type combined with a dash of the “Eugene” gimmick.
The Legion of Doom vs the Natural Disasters. Last year at the Rumble, Tugboat was helping Hogan fight Earthquake, now he calls himself Typhoon and has formed a tag team with Earthquake. I recommend the “Dark Side of the Ring” episode on Earthquake, it wasn’t “dark” per se but it was an interesting look at the man behind the gimmick. I never liked the Legion of Doom’s presentation in the WWF. The Road Warriors in the AWA/NWA were scary and intimidating. The team went to the WWF and their mystique/aura decreased by 75%.
Sean Mooney interviews a newly-turned Shawn Michaels with footage from the infamous Barbershop attack on Marty Janetty. The Rockers break-up has to be one of the all-time heel turns.
Hype vignettes before the Rumble: Flair, Savage, Sid Justice, Repo Man, Davey Boy, Jake Roberts, Undertaker, Hogan,
Marty Janetty and Nasty Boy Knobbs have lost their spots in the Royal Rumble due to injuries (though I think Janetty’s was in-storyline only as this took place a week after Shawn sent Marty through the barbershop window). Nikolai Volkoff and Haku will take their spots.
For the first time the Rumble has a point as this year the winner will become the WWF World heavyweight champion. If I remember correctly, the title was vacated/held up due to a Hogan/Undertaker storyline.
The entrants in order of appearance:
Davey Boy Smith
Ted DiBase (accompanied by Sherri Martel)
Ric Flair (accompanied by Mister Perfect)
Nasty Boy Sags
Haku
Shawn Michaels
“El Matador” Tito Santana (Such a lame gimmick for Tito)
The Barbarian
Kerry Von Erich
Repo Man (formerly known as Smash of Demolition) It’s a silly gimmick but I love it
Greg “The Hammer” Valentine
Nikolai Volkoff
Big Boss Man
Hercules
“Rowdy” Roddy Piper
Jake “the Snake” Roberts
“Hacksaw” Jim Duggan
IRS (Mike Rotunda)
“Superfly” Jimmy Snuka
The Undertaker
“Macho Man” Randy Savage
The Berzerker (John Nord)
Virgil
Iron Sheik (referred to as Mustafa, accompanied by Adnan)
Rick “the Model” Martel
Hulk Hogan
Skinner (Steve Keirn)
Sgt Slaughter
Sid Justice
The Warlord (accompanied by Slick)
Flair wins the Rumble to become the new world champion. Hogan is the worst babyface ever – he has a hissy when Sid eliminates him from the Rumble, helps Flair eliminate Sid from the Rumble after his own elimination, and then chases Flair from the ring so he can’t celebrate his victory. Hogan continues to have a hissy at Sid. I never liked Hogan as a child and rewatching his storylines as an adult I can understand why all his “frends” eventually turn on him. He sucks!
Only the first two entrants received entrance music. Managers were allowed to accompany their charges to ringside but could not remain in the area (the WWF flip flops on whether managers could remain at ringside during the early years ).
First time Rumblers: Ric Flair, Nasty Boy Sags, IRS, Berzerker, Virgil, Skinner, Sid Justice
Highlights: Heenan having a panic attack the length of the Rumble over the possibility of Flair’s elimination, Flair’s performance, Savage accidentally eliminates himself but Taker throws him back in to continue in the Rumble. Flair sets a new endurance record for the Rumble
March to Wrestlemania: Hogan and Sid have their confrontation to set up their Wrestlemania match.
Wrestlers and others who have passed on: Gorilla Monsoon, Bobby Heenan, Howard Finkel, Mr. Fuji, Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart (we have six deceased individual within 5 minutes of the event starting), Lord Alfred Hayes, Roddy Piper, “The Genius” Lanny Poffo, Bushwhacker Butch, the Legion of Doom, Earthquake, Mean Gene Okerlund, “Mister Perfect” Curt Henning, Paul Bearer, Jack Tunney, Davey Boy Smith, Sherri Martel, Kerry Von Erich, Nikolai Volkoff, Big Boss Man, Hercules, Jimmy Snuka, Joey Marella, Virgil, Iron Sheik, Adnan.
Total number of deceased performers: 28, passing the previous Rumble by seven.
Rating: 8 out of 10
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Royal Rumble Marathon: 1993
We’re rumbling into 1993.
Spoilers for past Rumbles.
The undercard:
The Beverly Brothers vs the Steiner Brothers. WCW lost some big names to the WWF during this time period: Ric Flair, the Steiner Brothers, Lex Luger. None would have long runs with the WWF. (Flair would a decade later for a longer run, Scott Steiner’s return would be as brief as his first run). Scott’s promos may have been more boring but in-ring he was much more enjoyable to watch in his pre “Papa Pump” era.
Rockers team and breakup/Marty’s return hype video. Sherri Martel, now managing Shawn Michaels, has mirror smashed over her head when Shawn throws her into the path of Marty. Sherri was such a beast in everything she did. There was no other woman like her during this era. (Luna Vachon come close).
Shawn Michaels vs Marty Janetty. Sherri is at ringside with no proclaimed loyalty to either man.  The Rockers broke up over a year ago but the feud was backburnered when Marty left the WWF due to addictions/personal issues. A year later and we’re finally getting the long-awaited match. Sherri’s interference costs Marty the match. Sherri’s loyalty remains unknown after the match. Mean Gene attempts to interview Sherri after the match but is interrupted by the brawling Shawn and Marty.
Bam Bam Bigelow vs Big Boss Man. Match was okay but would have been the “bathroom/merch break” match for me if I was at the arena.
Bret Hart vs Razor Ramon. Bret is the World Heavyweight champion. Stu and Helen Hart are at ringside. It’s noted (for the first time) that the winner of the Royal Rumble will be given a shot at the World championship. Great match (not surprising considering its Bret and Scott).
Bobby Heenan unveils “the Narcissist” Lex Luger, which is Luger posing before mirrors and monologuing over his perfection. Moving on…
“Ceasar and Cleopatra” issue a proclamation on Wrestlemania (it takes place in Vegas in ’93). The duo proclaim the winner of the Rumble will battle the world champion at Wrestlemania. Let the games begin.
The entrants, in order of appearance:
Ric Flair
Bob Backlund (before he shaved his head and “snapped”)
Papa Shango (aka Kama aka the Godfather)
Ted DiBase (accompanied by Jimmy Hart)
Nast Boy Knobbs
Virgil
Jerry “the King” Lawler
Max Moon (Konan)
Genichiro Tenryu (This is pre-internet so I wonder how many fans in the arena knew who Tenyru was. Tape trading was a thing but access wasn’t easy compared to getting on youtube and searching for videos of a wrestler).
Mister Perfect (Curt Hennig)
Skinner (Steve Keirn)
Koko B Ware (at the time ½ of High Energy with Owen Hart)
Samu (accompanied by Afa, ½ of the Headshrinkers)
Berzerker (John Nord)
Undertaker (accompanied by Paul Bearer)
Terry Taylor (non-Rooster)
El Gigante (accompanied by Harvey Wippleman, making his WWF debut, El Gigante eliminates himself)
Damien Demento
IRS (accompanied by Jimmy Hart
Tatanka
Nast Boy Sags
Typhoon (aka Tugboat aka Shockmaster)
Fatu (accompanied by Afa, ½  of the Headshrinkers, better known as Rikishi)
Earthquake
Carlos Colon (Monsoon refers to Colon as a “youngster”, umm, not so much. As with Tenyru, how many of the fans knew who he was?)
“El Matador” Tito Santana
“The Model” Rick Martel
Yokozuna (accompanied by Mr Fuji, my youngest sister was very young when we watched this Rumble for the first time, I will never forget her response to Yokozuna’s appearance: Why is he wearing a diaper?”)
Owen Hart (1/2 of High Energy)
Repo Man
Randy Savage (Savage continues to be confused as to the rules of a Rumble as he eliminated himself in a previous year and attempted to pin Yokozuna in this Rumble).
Yokozuna wins the Rumble. The ending credits show Yokozuna having a confrontation with Bret backstage.
I spotted Bill Alphonso as one of the outside referees. I’m so used to him as “Fonzie” in ECW that seeing him as a referee is weird.
There were 31 participants in this year’s Rumble. 30 if you don’t count El Gigante who was a “surprise” appearance. First time Rumblers: Bob Backlund, Papa Shango, Jerry Lawler, Max Moon, Samu, El Gigante, Damien Demento, Tatanka, Fatu, Carlos Colon, Yokozuna, Owen Hart
Tenyru and Colon would be the first surprise/random entrants in the Rumble.
Undertaker has the first “big man goes on a rampage and eliminates everybody” spot.
We also had the first “unite to throw the big man out” spot when the entrants attempted to eliminate Yokozuna.
Backlund had the longest performance.
Quick Eliminations: Papa Shango, Terry Taylor
Feuds in the Rumble: Flair/Perfect, Taker/Gigante, Santana/Martel
Road to Wrestlemania: Bret/Yokozuna and Gigante/Taker set up.
The Taker-Gigante face-off was ridiculous. Gigante was supposed come off as menacing but how can I take seriously a man in a poor Bigfoot cosplay. Taker’s gimmick is equally cartoony but he can bring the menacing aura. Gigante can’t.
Loved the face-off between Yokozuna and Earthquake: the pretend sumo wrester vs the wrestler with an actual sumo wrestler.
Rating: 8 out of 10.  The undercard was strong (minus the Bigelow-Boss Man match). The Rumble itself finally had “victory = title shot at Wrestlemania) established along with several key spots: surprise entrants, big man on a rampage, unite to throw the heavyweight out.
Wrestlers and others who have passed on: Gorilla Monsoon, Bobby Heenan, Howard Finkel, Joey Marella, Sherri Martel, Mean Gene Okerlund, Bam Bam Bigelow, Big Boss Man, Razor Ramon (Scott Hall), Stu Hart, Helen Hart, Virgil, Paul Bearer, Mr Fuji, Yokozuna, Owen Hart, Randy Savage.
Total deceased individuals: 17 (down 9 from the previous Rumble).
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A oneshot where Hunter finds out about Shawn's messy love life
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Hunter Hearst Helmsley was a man of taste. He preferred the finer things in life, those wrapped in gold and silk. He had the tendency to follow around what he believed was good enough for him. This was how Shawn found himself being shadowed by the blueblood every second of the day. Shawn didn’t mind it; the hawk-nosed blonde was easy on the eyes if Shawn squinted hard enough. Hunter was posh to a fault, Shawn found out, but he didn’t complain as long as Hunter made him feel like a million bucks; it did wonders for his already inflated ego. It didn’t take long for Hunter to start pursuing Shawn for something beyond his little schoolboy crush. All it took was a bouquet as big as Shawn and toothachingly sweet words (and the dirty tricks he had to do to keep Shawn WWF Champion, but Hunter digresses).
Shawn was easy to please which was why Hunter already expected the other man’s colorful love life. What he didn’t expect was how really messy it would be.
“Wait, you dated Ramon?”
“Dated is a strong word.”
Shawn snuggled closer to Hunter’s side; his legs wrapped with Hunter’s own. He pressed a kiss on the corners of his lips, hair still tangled with the leaves and petals from the behemoth of a bouquet Hunter gave him hours ago. “You know, if you want to date me, you have to deal with my seven exes.”
Hunter sputtered, “Seven?” The smaller blonde pouted, his nose scrunched, “I’m hot merchandise, everyone wants a piece of the heartbreak kid.”
The blueblood pulled Shawn closer to his chest and Shawn was more than happy to lay on something bigger than the hotel bed pillows. “And who exactly has gotten a taste of the heartbreak kid?” Hunter asked, curious.
Shawn hummed in thought, mind scraping for all the details he may have already forgotten, “Well.”
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Marty Janetty
- If Hunter had to ask Marty, the former rocker would say that he was Shawn’s first everything. First kiss, first love (Shawn begs to differ), first lay. It was only natural for them to get together after starting out as a tag team.
- The chemistry between them in the ring translated into their personal lives. Marty was the more laid-back, easygoing one, balancing out Shawn’s flamboyance. Their opposing personalities seemed to complement each other well. Keyword: seemed.
- They dated for most of their time as The Midnight Rockers. Seen each other at their lowest when sharing half a granola bar for dinner, Marty being Shawn’s shoulder when the high demands of traveling from show to show took a toll on him.
- Marty found that chasing after Shawn was way harder than chasing after tag team gold. It took him months to convince Shawn to have them share a bed, let alone to get a kiss from him. Hunter could see why.
- Marty wasn’t a dead ringer for Shawn’s taste in men. He wasn’t tall, shorter than Shawn clearly. He wasn’t big either. It makes Hunter wonder how they became an item in the first place (“He was the only guy I spent time with for more than a show,” Shawn explained, “I have needs y’know”).
- Marty had a controlling hand, easily jealous, and it left a sour taste in Shawn’s mouth. Shawn lost count of how many times they had an argument that sparked from Shawn looking at another man for longer than a few seconds. Shawn wasn’t that much of a fan of being trapped in a cage. So, it was safe to say that their relationship was doomed from the start. But Shawn let it go on anyway.
- Tension built up when Shawn was given the green light to start his singles career. He knew how Marty would react to the news, so Shawn decided not to tell him anything about it until he had to throw Marty through the barber shop window.
- Shawn broke off the relationship after that. Not much love was lost between them since there wasn’t that much to begin with. Now all their interactions involved Shawn immediately turning the other direction when they made eye contact. If it wasn’t for Diesel, Shawn’s newly hired bodyguard, Marty would’ve tormented him relentlessly, or worse: wanted him back.
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The Sensational Sherri
- Shawn had this sugar mommy thing going on with Sherri. It was short-lived but it was the best few months Shawn’s ever experienced. She fed into Shawn’s ideas of his over-the-top ring gear and has bought him his endless array of jewelry.
- It only took Shawn to bat his lashes for Sherri to go on and convince the Million Dollar Man to give her the money to buy what Shawn wanted. From earrings to hats to luxury hotel rooms, Shawn got it all.
- The Sensational Sherri gave Shawn direction after being split from Marty and Shawn wasn’t quite sure how it would play out. But Shawn’s uncertainty was stomped out from Sherri’s experience. She raised his stock, so to speak.
- From an outsider’s view, they definitely had a thing going on. Shawn wasn’t even aware that he was in a sugar mommy relationship until a few years later.
- Shawn got pegged, 100%
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Diesel
- The two met at a convenience store of a gas station in the middle of nowhere. Shawn saw the top of Diesel’s head poke beyond the metal shelves of liquor and soda cans, and like a moth to a flame, Shawn hunted the other down.
- He was huge, was Shawn’s first thought. All legs and muscle. The moment Shawn had to tilt his head up just to make eye contact with the man, it was over for him. Braincells gone. He wanted to climb that man like a tree.
- Shawn did the most cliché thing imaginable to try and get the other man’s attention. And it involved him “accidentally” bumping into Diesel and spilling the bottle of water in his hands. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” Shawn exclaimed in the most fake-friendly voice he could muster. “Let me buy you another one; I’m so clumsy.”
- Diesel was taken aback. Was that deep ass voice coming from that guy? Christ. He didn’t even try to fight the laugh that escaped his lips when Shawn started pawing at the wet stain on his shirt's sleeve, obviously coping a feel of his bicep.
- “You’re really tall, do you wrestle?” “I truck.”
- The blonde pouted, hand wrapped around Diesel’s arm, “You ever get lonely?” he asked, not-so-subtly. Diesel, bless his heart, was a weak man when it came to blondes. Shawn was a hundred ways of pretty, and Diesel would be stupid to refuse the other’s advances. He does get lonely, thank you very much.
- And that was how Diesel found himself with a naked blonde man sleeping on the makeshift bed in the back of his ten-wheeled truck. That post-nut clarity hits him real strong.
- They had breakfast in a diner and, through the moment of spontaneous confidence, Shawn offered him a job. A bodyguard gig. The offer left Diesel in a pause, the soggy eggs on his fork slipped and fell back on the plate with a splat. “A what?”
- Shawn’s smile widened as he nodded in a way that reminded Diesel of the bobbleheads he collected on his truck’s dashboard. “Come on Big Daddy, you got the build.” Shawn tried to convince, “Pays better too.”
- Diesel hadn’t been given that big of a decision since he made the choice to dye his hair black. His eyes traced from Shawn’s beauty mark to the skin of his chest that peeked from his too-large shirt. The silence that followed it made Shawn pout. The blonde grabbed a napkin and scribbled his number before he tucked it in Diesel’s hands. “I’m not kidding about it, y’know,” he kissed Diesel on the cheek, “Give me a call when you make up your mind.”
- Diesel watched the man disappear beyond the diner doors and he was left with his thoughts.
- It didn’t take long for Diesel to actually call him back. And Shawn was absolutely ecstatic.
- So, there he was, following Shawn to the ring and watching his new employer dance around. They got together soon after. But it was short-lived, the two decided they were better off as friends instead of lovers. The breakup ended miles better than Shawn’s last one. Good on them.
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Razor Ramon
- Shawn thought Razor was the most annoying man alive. And Razor didn’t have any good words to say about Shawn either. They were both stubborn and didn’t know how to take “no” like proper functional adults. It only took Razor spitting his toothpick on Shawn’s lap for them to start squabbling every chance they get. Diesel became their impromptu babysitter whenever that happened.
- They had this situationship going on that confused everyone to no end. One second, they were best buddies; then the next moment, Razor was trying to choke Shawn for mocking his accent. It went on like that for most of their budding friendship. There always seemed to be this tension between the two that was heavy and pungent.
- They boned. No surprise. It was a friends-with-benefits, no-strings-attached thing. They wouldn’t call themselves an item by any means. They always found themselves in bed together after every match they had. And there were no complaints from either of them. The morning-afters seemed to be the sweetest, with Shawn ordering hotel breakfast for the both of them while Razor would untangle the knots in Shawn’s hair made from the night before. It was a moment of comfortable silence, only broken by the rustle of the bed sheets and the noise of the television.
- They started being friendly the more they spent time together, and that led to Razor becoming a part of Shawn and Diesel’s ragtag crew. They made some sort of system together, having each other’s back whenever it calls for it. Best believe, the trio became everyone’s problem in the locker room afterward.
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Sycho Sid
- Even Shawn wonders how he had the audacity to even consider Sid as a potential boyfriend. Shawn had the aching suspicion he made that decision when he was black out drunk one night.
- This all happened after an argument Shawn had with Diesel, and in a sorry attempt to make his former boyfriend jealous, he got himself a new bodyguard in the not-so-mentally there Sid.
- Shawn tried to make it work. Tried.
- But Sid was more interested in the gold wrapped around Shawn’s waist than Shawn himself.
- It was a fruitless attempt on Shawn’s part and he immediately stopped trying when Sid laughed all on Shawn’s face. The blonde can still remember the smell of his breath and it still makes him gag to this day.
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Undertaker
- Shawn can’t even wrap his head around the idea of how he managed to convince the Undertaker to date him. He’d like to think his good looks did it for him.
- In true Shawn fashion, the blonde saw one wrestler that towered over him, and it was over. He was afraid of the Undertaker at first, but in all honesty, who wasn’t? He was an enigma. Came into the wrestling scene wearing all black, hair covering most of his face, and a tub-of-lard of a man following him around with his squeak-toy voice. Maybe Shawn’s thing for taller men overshadowed all the other red flags that said men might carry.
- Shawn didn’t believe the Undertaker was essentially a walking corpse, but after laying his head on his bare chest and hearing no heartbeat, he started to rethink his life choice. (“Okay, it was kinda hot.” Hunter made a face, “Shawn-“)
- Despite their odd pairing, Shawn and the Undertaker surprisingly hit it off. The Deadman turned out to be a gentle giant, and Shawn couldn’t help but be drawn to him. To Shawn's surprise, Taker knew a thing or two about motorcycles. Lord knows how he got into it in the first place.
- Their relationship started off as Shawn treating Taker as some sort of wall, talking on and on about anything and everything. And Taker, not knowing how to respond to Shawn's endless rants, never bothered to interrupt him. That was how Taker got up to date with the latest locker room drama, which to none of his surprise, had Shawn as the center of most of them.
- Shawn became a permanent fixture in Taker’s somewhat dreary routine. Shawn’s deep voice was a nice contrast to Bearer’s and Taker welcomed the change with open arms.
- They decided to end their relationship when Shawn realized that Taker still had some of his own stuff to figure out, particularly the brother-related ones. It was a quiet affair, both in good terms. But that still didn’t stop Shawn from talking Taker’s ear off.
- When come the time that Taker’s heart starts to beat again, he was sure that Shawn was one of the reasons for his second chance to life.
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Bret Hart
- This was one of the relationships where Shawn genuinely saw himself loving Bret for the rest of their lives. They started out as friends when Bret, like the angel he was, offered some encouraging words to a still-green Shawn Michaels back in the early nineties. It meant more to Shawn than Bret realized, especially considering that Shawn was in a rather low moment in his career, unsure of how he was going to be used in the business. He’s heard of all the stories of how new talent became jobbers immediately after they debuted, and Shawn was worried he was going to be one of them. But Bret had more trust in Shawn than Shawn had in himself. The blonde can still remember how Bret complimented his form. It made the Texan blush a whole bright shade of red.
- They didn’t start out as all-out friends like what happened between Diesel and Shawn. They were acquaintances in the locker room, sharing small waves and the occasional “Nice match.” They had this unspoken respect for one another, and it continued to bloom as the years went by.
- Shawn had the tendency to fall slowly and hard. As much as he wants to deny it, his small spark for Bret was there since the very start, and it only got bigger when he entered the WWF championship scene. Shawn made a name for himself big enough to be a contender for gold. And that meant he spent more time with the Hitman.
- Their time together in the ring extended out of the ring too. It started small, sharing stories in the locker room and drinking together in bars after a show. And then they went on dates, sharing hotel rooms, and sitting next to each other during those long-hour flights.
- They shared their first kiss one random night while sharing a bottle of beer on the balcony of their shared hotel room. And it continued to something more in bed.
- It was afterward when they decided it was best for both of them if they only did hookups. Mostly because neither of them could ever bring themselves up to admit their feelings. Maybe it’s arrogance, maybe it’s a fear of commitment. Either way, they stayed casual, and it was neither of them wanted.
- They fell off like how they fell in love: slowly. They started arguing, having fights more than anything else, and it all collapsed on itself. Sometimes, Shawn would wonder what would happen if they did confess.
- This was one of the relationships that actually hurt.
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Hunter stared at the ceiling, listening to Shawn’s voice fade in and out of sleepiness. The smaller man yawned, “But that was years ago,” he assured. And Hunter hugged him tighter. The blueblood smacked his lips after a stretch of silence, “They won’t just start beating up when we tell everyone of our status, would they?”
“I don’t think so.” Shawn placed a kiss on Hunter’s lips and smiled, “But I’m pretty sure Sid would beat you up just because he feels like it.”
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Mr. No. 01 : All About George South And My Personal Experience With Him
Hey Everyone! I wanted to write this special article for a legend whom I’ve met multiple times! The legend is , ‘ Mr. No. 1 ’ , George South . I wanted to write this because today is his birthday!
George South has been wrestling since 1984. He made his in ring debut the day after Christmas, which was December 26, 1984 at Championship Wrestling from Florida ( CWF). He was in a tag team with his partner being Mike Allen. They took on the team of Pretty Young Things , which consisted of WWE Hall Of Famer Koko B. Ware and Norvell Austin. However , South and Allen lost the match. South’s next wrestling appearance was in Bill Watts’ Mid- South Wrestling. Mid-South Wrestling was rebranded into the Universal Wrestling Federation ( UWF ) in 1986. South was in a tag team with Rocky King in a match against Kamala in a Two-On-One match in 1985. The same year , South found his way to Jim Crockett Promotions and made his debut on the Inaugural episode of World Championship Wrestling ( later to be known as WCW Saturday Night ) on April 6,1985.
On the episode of WCW, George South would team with Greg Stone to face the team of Ivan Koloff and Krusher Khruschev. A week after making his debut, he would face Magnum TA , the most popular wrestler in JCP. This was his first singles match, Magnum would defeat him. Thus , he would have his very first match against the NWA World Heavyweight Champion, ‘ The Nature Boy ’ Ric Flair , on June 1,1985. This match would be a non-title match , which meant that Flair wouldn’t have to defend his championship. Flair would go on to say that South was his favorite Enhancement Talent to work with and praised him for being a Great Worker. On September 14,1985 , South would earn his first victory against Mack Jeffers. He would also work for Georgia Championship Wrestling and would also become the NWA Junior Georgia Heavyweight Champion in 1986 as he continued to work for JCP. He would also appear in Central States Wrestling out of the Midwest. Central States Wrestling was an affiliate of the NWA in the Heart of America/ Central States Territory. His appearances there would be in the Fall of 1986. He would have matches against talents such as Colt Steel and Mark Fleming. South would form a tag team with Gary Royal upon his return to Mid Atlantic Wrestling. They would be known as the Gladiators , Cruel Connection, and the Mexican Twin Devils. They would be masked and would be an Enhancement Tag Team. South would continue to wrestle for JCP.
In August of 1988, George South would debut for the World Wrestling Federation ( WWF). He did so as he continued working for JCP. He was used as an Enhancement Talent in a match for the Honky Tonk Man for ‘ WWF Wrestling Challenge’. He would also wrestle against The Blue Blazer on the same show on August 24, 1988. This match would mark Owen Hart’s first TV match for the WWF. He would have matched against talent such as The Ultimate Warrior, The Rockers ( Marty Janetty and Shawn Michaels) , Jake ‘ The Snake ’ Roberts, Sam Houston, and many other popular WWF wrestlers . His final appearance for the company would be in 1990. Thus , he would also appear in WCW once more. He would have matched against The Great Muta and other talent such as Johnny B. Badd ( Marc Mero). George South would find his way back to the WWF in 1993 at a taping against Tatanka. Thus ,a year later, he would face Tatanka on the January 17,1994 episode of Monday Night RAW. In February, he would face Doink The Clown. In April , he would go against Lex Luger. He made his final WWF appearance in 1996 , being in a match against Jake Roberts on ‘ Superstars ’.
George South would join the PWF ( Pro Wrestling Federation) in 1991 as he was continuing to work in WCW. He would become the PWF Junior Heavyweight Champion in the Summer of the same year. He also reconnected with Gary Royal and Cruel Connection was reformed. South was crowned the PWF World Heavyweight Champion in 1995 after defeating Star Ryder. He also made an appearance in Jim Cornette’s Smoky Mountain Wrestling. In 1999, South would open his own wrestling promotion, Exodus Wrestling Alliance. He is a born again Christian and says one of his greatest accomplishments is giving Hulk Hogan a tract to help him with his faith. He often gives these out to fans at any show he is booked at. South also works with legends such as Nikita Koloff at Christian based wrestling shows. As a Heel , South says that he doesn’t use profanity, or become vulgar in order for fans to boo him. He also uses his style of wrestling to salute the wrestlers of the past such as Blackjack Mulligan.
George South is also affiliated with AML Wrestling. He made his NWA return in 2019 in a dark match against Colby Corino. This was before the taping of the December 15,2019 episode of ‘ NWA Powerrr ’. He also trains new wrestlers at Rings Wrestling Training Facility. South has trained wrestlers such as Tessa Blanchard , the daughter of Tully Blanchard and the stepdaughter of Magnum TA.
My Personal Experience With George:
George South is one of the nicest people I have ever met. I first met him back in 2022. I’ve also learned a few things about the business from him, and I’m not even an in ring talent. I got to work his merch stand at a show one night and it was an honor to do so. I even got to watch him perform in the ring and it was excellent! I have to say , he’s a great Heel and an even better person. He’s also pretty fun to watch in a deathmatch. So, happy birthday, George! Love ya! - Kay
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WRESTLING’S MAIN EVENT: March 1990
THE ROCKERS RUN THE ROUGEAUS OUT OF THE WWF 
By SANDY KREBS
PHOTOS BY BOB MILLER, JOE ZANOLLE & JOHN BARRETT
The Rockers, former AWA World Tag Team Champions, have not been too successful during their stint in the WWF. However, fans love the Rockers and now love them even more as they have done what no other team could do–force the Rougeau Brothers out of the WWF.
Marty Janetty and Shawn Michaels, The Rockers, came to the WWF in 1988 with high expectations. These two men had climbed the tag team ladder of success quickly and felt it was time to make their move into the spotlight and fame the WWF could offer them. The former AWA World Tag Team Champions have had their moments in the spotlight, but fame has eluded these two youngsters as the WWF has pretty much buried this talented twosome under less talented, but more marketed tag teams. 
It has to be hard for two former Champions to fight in the opening match of a wrestling card, but Shawn and Marty have made the best of their WWF misfortune and continue to fight on, hoping for that one big break that could instantly propel them to the top of the WWF tag team heap. Another team, Jacques and Raymond Rougeau, also had the same fate befall them in the WWF, that of being overlooked when it came to title matches, while other, less deserving, teams got their chance at the Gold. The frustration Jacques and Raymond felt resulted in the breakers last summer and joining forces with Jimmy “Mouth of the South” Hart in an effort to change their fortunes in the WWF.
Hart promised the Rougeau Brothers fame, fortune and title glory once they joined forces, but it wasn’t to be, as the Rougeaus immediately got involved in feuds with the Hart Foundation and, later, the Bushwhackers. The Rougeaus found themselves on the short end of the purse after both these feuds. 
[Shawn has Raymond Rougau at his mercy and takes advantage of it.]
The Rockers, on the other hand, had become involved in a feud with Tully Blanchard and Arn Anderson, The Brain Busters. Two teams of former World Tag Team Champions, and two of the greatest tag teams of the ‘80’s. Squared off each night in what was usually the best match of any card it appeared on. Shawn and Marty were a little more successful in their battle than the Rougeaus were, but still, they didn't put away The Brain Busters, the feud ended in April, unresolved, with fans hoping someday the two teams would be pitted against each other again. 
It was inevitable that the paths of the Rockers and the Rougeaus would have to cross with each other. The two teams were looking for the same thing, a World Title shot, and each team knew they would have to get by the other in order to get one. 
The Rockers instigated the feud themselves when they decided to come to the ring to the music of the Rougeaus, “All-American Boys”. They chose a night where they were to wrestle the Rougeaus for the first time to introduce their new music and the Rougeaus were livid. THe match never even got started, as the Rougeaau Brothers leapt from the ring and attacked Marty and Shawn Before they could get their outfits off. The wild brawl was fought all around ringside and back to the dressing room, as WWF ringside attendants couldn’t break up the melee and a new feud was born. 
[The Rougeaus couldn’t match the ability of The Rockers in marathon matches.]
“How dare those two punks come to the ring with our music!”, said Jacques. “That song was written for us and we sing it, they stole it and are trying to make it their own, well, we’ll teach those two pretty-boy punks a lesson they will never forget, once they find the courage to sign a match with The Fabulous Rougeau Brothers!”
“Hey! Rougeaus, bring it on, boys!! We’re ready for anything you can do, you guys do a lot of talking out of the ring, but you can’t back it up once you step inside the squared circle. Come and get us, if you’re men enough. You’ll find out what The Rockers are all about,” said Shawn Michaels. 
The Rockers challenged the Rougeaus to a rare type of WWF match, a marathon match. This match was to be a sixty minute match, the team who had won the most falls after sixty minutes would be declared the winner of the match. The Rougeaus balked at the terms of the match, they wanted no part of it. “We have nothing to prove by wrestling these two guys in this type of match, we are stars and All-American boys and they are nothing. But just to show the world how good we are we will wrestle these wimps in the match they want, then we will go after the World Tag Team Champions and bring them home to Memphis, Tennessee,” said Jacques.
[This move backfired when Marty reversed it.]
Night after night, city after city, The Rockers and the Rougeaus would wrestle their marathon match. Sometimes the Rockers would win, sometimes the Rougeaus would win. One thing was apparent, the Rougeaus were becoming more and more frustrated. “I can’t believe these promoters,” said Raymond, “We’ve taken care of The Rockers and proven we are the better team, but, still, we can’t get a shot at the belts. We’re sick of wrestling these two idiots sixty minutes every night, we want some new competition.”
The contracts were signed for more marathon matches through October and the Rougeaus would get angrier by the day. Any time they would emerge from the marathon match as winners, they demanded an immediate shot at the World Champions, the Brain Busters. They were told the Brain Busters were signed to wrestle Demolition and the contracts were binding. One night, after a particularly frustrating loss, which saw the Rougeaus lose the marathon match in the final few seconds when Jacques was pinned by Shawn Michaels, the Fabulous Rougeaus announced they were leaving the WWF. “We’ve had enough of the politics here, it just seems like an All-American wrestler can’t get a break in this promotion. We’ve defeated those rock and roll beach boys enough times and we should have gotten a title match by now, but no, we’ve been told by the promotion we have to continue to wrestle those wimps. Well, we’ve had enough, we eat, sleep and beat The Rockers 24 hours a day, and for what? Absolutely nothing, we’re leaving the WWF, we are tired of all the travel and frustration. We will miss all our fans (ed. Note: what fans?) but we won’t miss the WWF. Good riddance!” said Raymond. 
So, after Survivor Series in Chicago Thanksgiving night, a night most All-Americans spend with their families being thankful for what life has brought them, the Rougeaus will leave the WWF, headed for parts unknown. This thanksgiving WWF wrestling had a little more to be thankful for than most years, the fans are thankful the Rockers ran the Rougeau Brothers out of the WWF.
[The Rockers ran The Rougeaus out of the WWF.]
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Marty Janetty & The 1-2-3 Kid & The Undertaker
Heartbreak Hotel AU
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Basically, what happens to Marty after my previous HBH fic. Think of this as an interlude.
[Ao3]
Kid was in Austin. Marty didn’t know by what stroke of luck that he was, but the little guy was and he knew he had to thank the stars for that. It was only an hour and a half out with the current traffic getting out of San Antonio.
Compared to that motel, it seemed like time dragged on. He was almost hesitant to drive out of San Antonio, but he knew he had to get away from the city. The wounds that Shawn Michaels’ left on his heart were being torn open. He couldn’t stand being in the city any longer than having booked a motel for the night to sleep in at. Even then his sleep was restless and tiresome. 
Nightmares of the way Shawn stared him down as he tried to drive away were stuck in his head. Those haunted eyes, the howling wind…He swore his car was going to be blown away with him in it.
The honking of the car behind him snapped him out of it. Light was green for go. He was meeting Kid at some abandoned apartment building which was fine by Marty. Anything but a motel for a while would be good.
Marty parked a block off from the building. It was early, he was sure Kid was asleep despite the younger man assuring him he'd be awake. It was too early for him to be up, unless he was already up all night.
The papers had shown that only a day had passed, when it felt like much more at the Heartbreak Hotel. Marty parked his car, stepped out, and made his way over to the abandoned building. He noted the lone motorbike parked right outside the place, surprised that the owner felt comfortable enough to leave it there.
He was going up the dusty, worn down stairs and swearing at Kid inside his head about why he decided they had to meet up on the third floor of all things. Marty was tired, his body trying to play catch up with the real world. There were ideas and thoughts swirling in the party boy’s head, things that weren’t explainable to just about any normal person. But he knew Kid would believe him, and believe him that it wasn’t just a bad trip.
Marty knocked on the door of the apartment number Kid had told him, 312. He waited a moment, before the door pulled open. Noting the lack of a peephole, he was about to chide Kid about not double checking who he was letting in when he noticed the figure standing towards the back of the room.
“Hey Marty!” Kid was happy to see him, as if he ever wasn’t. The man nodded his head in greeting. He was tall. Taller than the both of them. Dark, braided hair that was clearly dyed if the ginger roots peeking through were anything to go by. A leather jacket that was clearly too big for Kid was slung behind a chair. He was clearly the owner of the bike outside. Black, faded and cut into a muscle-tee Metallica shirt, leather pants. Bandana tied around his head.
“Kid, who is this.”
“This is uh, Mark. He said he needed to be here…I think he’s like, homeless or something. Y’know, crazy guy.” Kid leaned in and whispered, looking over his shoulder. 
To Marty, the man looked way too clean and well kept for someone who would be homeless. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, trying to think of what to do.
“You…nevermind, I’m too tired. He hasn’t tried to do anything to you has he?”
“Oh I just met him like, a few hours after you called me last night.”
So he stayed up all night.
“Right…”
“Pardon me, gentlemen.” Mark interrupted. His tone was far more polite, and his voice was far more gravelly than Marty had expected. “You…you’re Marty, correct?”
“Yeah.”
“You’ve been…there. Recently.”
“There?” Marty felt his heart drop, but he kept his wits about him the best he could.
“The Heartbreak Hotel.”
It was like ice was coursing through Marty’s veins. He wanted to throw up.
Kid gave him a worried look. “You don’t look too hot man…wait…what’s the Heartbreak Hotel? Some fancy place you hitting up without me?”
“Shh.” Marty made a face at him, thinking for a second about his response. “Hey. How do you know about it?” Something in him knew not to question how he knew that Marty was there. Who cares? He did. Marty wanted to know what Shawn had been through.
“I was there. I met Shawn.” 
Marty’s heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to sink or stop or what.
“I was there.” Marty confirmed Mark’s suspicions. Or his accusation. Marty wasn’t sure. “How did you know Shawn?”
“Know…I met him there.” Mark seemed perplexed by the question.
“You met him–” Marty felt confusion take him over too. “You didn’t know Shawn? Kid you remember Shawn.”
“Michaels?” Kid titled his head.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, I remember him a little…we’d just met and then he went missing.”
Mark looked between the two of them, just as confused as before. 
“I did not know Shawn before I met him at the Hotel.” He confessed. “I…assumed he had no human origins.”
“What the hell are you two talking about?” Kid pouted, feeling out of the loop.
“I-I’ll explain later Kid, okay?” Marty put his hand on Kid’s shoulder, getting a nod in response. “And Shawn was a real, living, breathing human with blood in his veins. He was a friend of mine.”
Mark’s face hardly changes, and Marty wonders what he’s thinking. Did this guy think Shawn was just some random spirit or something? Hell, it’s not like Shawn was famous or anything but with this guy’s accent, he had to be local. Austin was the kind of city Shawn would love to live in too. 
After a while, he speaks.
“I see. That changes my thoughts. You need to come with me.”
And with that, Mark was out the door.
Kid and Marty exchanged glances.
“Kid–”
“GO! I don’t know what’s going on but it’s important to you Marty.” Kid is practically pushing his friend out the door.
“Okay, okay. Love ya, I’ll be in touch when I can, okay?”
“Yeah yeah, just go.”
Marty catches up to Mark, who’s confirmed to be the owner of the chopper that was sitting outside. “So uh, let me go grab my car–”
“I’ll give you a ride to it. When you’re following me, stay close. I won’t hesitate to leave you in the dust.”
Something in Marty’s stomach that was twisted just wrenched even harder. He didn’t doubt the pale man, but it was like being around him there was a shift in the air. Colder, deader.
“Alright.”
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forzaferrari · 4 years ago
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Did i really just wake up to find out Marty Janetty literally committed a murder??
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sexy-surfer-joe · 5 years ago
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mintjulep-crossing · 7 years ago
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Me: [sees a straight couple]
Me: So who is the Michaels and who is the Janetty?
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Royal Rumble Marathon: 1996
We’re rumbling into 1996.
Spoilers for past Rumbles.
Sunny, from her bathtub, warns us viewer indiscretion is advised. The Attitude Era doesn’t officially begin until 1997 but hints of it began way back in 1995 with the Pamela Anderson skit and continues with Sunny’s vignettes.
The undercard:
Jeff Jarrett vs Ahmed Johnson. Meh.
The Bodydonnas (Chris Candido/Tom Prichard, accompanied by Sunny) vs the Smoking Guns (Billy & Bart) for the WWF Tag Team titles. More meh.
Billionaire Ted skit with a fake Hogan, Savage, and Mean Gene. We’re wasting pay per view time on this?
Recap of the Razor Ramon – Goldust feud. Mr Machismo doesn’t appreciate Golddust’s flirtations.
Golddust (accompanied by Marlena) vs Razor Ramon for the Intercontinental title. Was this Terri Runnel’s debut for the WWF? The commentators refer to Marlena as an “unknown woman”. Golddust and Marlena’s gimmicks are forerunners to the Attitude Era. Marlena causes a distraction as the 1-2-3 Kid attacks Razor, allowing Dustin to pin Ramon and become the new Intercontinental champion.
Hype vignettes for Royal Rumble participants: Owen, Jake Roberts, Jerry Lawler, Vader, Shawn,
For the first time the Rumble does not end the pay per view – we still have a Bret/Taker match for the World championship. I never like when the Rumble itself doesn’t end the pay per view.
The entrants, in order of appearance:
Hunter Hearst Helmsley
Henry Godwin
Bob Backlund
Jerry Lawler
Bob “Spark Plug” Holly
Mabel (accompanied by Mo) Mo remains at ringside – there doesn’t seem to be year to year consistency on whether seconds are allowed to remain at ringside.
Jake “the Snake” Roberts
Dory Funk Jr (Vince notes Terry was also invited but is watching the ppv from Germany)
Yokozuna
1-2-3 Kid (spends his first few minutes in the Rumble attempting to avoid an angry Razor)
Takao Omori (Vince actually mentions All-Japan by name!)
Savio Vega (formerly known as Kwang)
Vader (accompanied by Jim Cornette)
Doug Gilbert (Henning & Vince mention both USWA and Eddie Gilbert, Doug won a tournament in Memphis to qualify for the tournament)
Squat Team Member #1 (1/2 of the Headshrinkers)
Squat Team Member #2 (1/2 of the Headshrinkers)
Owen Hart
Shawn Michaels
Hakushi
Tatanka
Aldo Montoya
Diesel
Kama
“The Ringmaster” Steve Austin
Barry Horowitz
Fatu
Isaac Yankem, DDS
Marty Janetty
Davey Boy Smith
Duke Droese
 Winner: Shawn Michaels
Longest performance: Hunter Hearst Helmsley
First-time Rumblers: Hunter, Dory Funk Jr, 1-2-3 Kid, Omori, Vader, Doug Gilbert, the Headshrinkers, Hakushi, Aldo Montoya, Steve Austin, Barry Horowitz, Isaac Yankem
Surprise Entrants: Dory Funk, Omori, Doug Gilbert, the Headshrinkers
We have two “clear the ring without eliminating everyone” spots: Henry Godwin with his slop bucket (Backlund and Lawler are the recipients) and Jake Roberts using Damian (his snake) – Lawler gets covered with Damian. Was Lawler on someone’s shit list?
Vader does the “eliminate everyone” spot but as he was previously eliminated none of his eliminations count.
Lawler is the first participant in a Rumble to hide under the ring.
1996 is the first year all participants receive entrance music. Finally! A small thing but it adds to the presentation.
The pay-per-view ends with Bret Hart vs the Undertaker (accompanied by Paul Bearer).   Diesel causes a disqualification, costing Taker the match. The match was fine but I’m not a fan of Taker.
Interviews with Gorilla Monsoon, Shawn, Diesel, Vader, and Jim Cornette.
Rating: 4 out of 10
Wrestlers and others who have passed on: Howard Finkel, Curt Hennig, Chris Candido, Razor Ramon, Mable (Visera), Yokozuna, Vader, Owen, Paul Bearer, Gorilla Monsoon
Total number of deceased individuals: 10 (down 5 from the previous Rumble).
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angrymarks · 6 years ago
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Sasha Banks wants to wrestle Tessa Blanchard
Sasha Banks wants to wrestle Tessa Blanchard http://angrymarks.com/index.php?ArticleID=54844 and coincidentally WOW tapes another season next week. Marty Janetty says WWE should be more responsible for concussion injuries.
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