#marty jannetty x shawn michaels x male reader

[blowflyfag]

Florida Night

Midnight Rockers X Male Reader

THIS FIC IS 18+  HUGEEEE TW FOR DRUG USE. That’s like. the main thing in this fic. There is a mention of cocaine and use of poppers. 

Masterlist    AO3 

Summer 1989

 This really wasn’t your scene… 

 You never really were one for wild parties like this. Sure, you’d passed a bong around and maybe tried shrooms once but this… this was a whole new level. You stood in the corner as you watched a white substance get snorted away on the table. Your red cup crinkled a bit under your grip. There was a feeling in your gut… a feeling that maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe it would be better to just go home. However, a hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt back to the presence. 

“Hey? You good man?” A blond asked you with concern etched on his face. Shawn was his name right...? Shawn or maybe... No no it was Shawn. 

“Yeah! I just… Uh yknow never been.” You cleared your throat. “Around this kinda stuff before.” You looked over to Shawn with a Sheepish smile on your face and he gasped. 

“Oh shit! Here! Cmon!” he said as he took your arm to lead you away. “So sorry about that man. I didn’t think they’d…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Usually they’d do it somewhere else.” “Oh I’m not upset! I’ve just." You paused. "Never seen that before.” You admitted and Shawn let out a small chuckle. 

“You keep hanging around us and you’re gonna see that waaaay more.” he snickered before looking around. “There he is. Marty!” Shawn shouted over the music; you saw the leather jacket before you could make out Jannetty. 

 He turned to look at the two of you and his eyes lit up. Almost like he knew already. He quickly looked to the steps and Shawn looked back down to you. “Do you wanna go upstairs?” He offered and you nodded. 

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Shawn nodded and looked back to Marty, giving him a quick thumbs up. It didn’t take long for the three of you to meet at the top and look for a room to disappear into. Whoever’s bedroom this was was just gonna have to suck it up for the time being. Besides it didn't seem like anyone would be needing it for sleep soon. You let out a small sigh once the door closed and locked. Moving towards the bed to sit down. “Sorry...” you said quickly, and Marty quirked a brow.

“The hell you sorry for?” He asked as he went to sit down next to you. 

“Freaking out...? I don’t know I just. I’m sorry I suck to hang out with.” You furrowed your brows however you were brought out of the self-deprecating haze by a hand on your shoulder jostling you around.

“Hey! Don’t you start talkin like that ya hear me? Here… I might have a little something that’ll help you relax” Marty shot you a smile and you furrowed your brows. 

“I don’t wanna smoke right now…”

“You don’t smoke it!” Marty said with a wide smile. “You just take a niceeee deep breath through your nose and then you’re a little buzzed.”

You thought it over. Furrowing your brows before nodding. “Ok. I’ll bite.” You said with a nod and Shawn seemed to beam a bit. 

“Oh you’re gonna love these!” His eyes bright as he shook his fists with excitement. You couldn’t help but giggle. Shawn could be such a dork sometimes, but it endeared you.

 Marty pulled out a small container from his pocket and smiled. You could hear liquid sloshing inside. “It’s easy. I’ll show you how.” Marty said as he went to unscrew the cap. 

 Your mind was spinning, holy fucking shit poppers were sick. You felt the rush to your head as you handed the small container back to Marty as you laughed and fell back onto the bed. “Holy… moly Marty…” you slurred.

Shawn let out a small snicker. “They’re awesome right?” He asked as he looked down to you. You nodded quickly reaching up to pull Shawn down on top of you with a laugh. Shawn himself gasped at suddenly being pulled down but he let out a small giggle of his own as he looked down. “Affectionate are we?” He teased and you cooed, reaching up to cup his cheeks. 

“Shawn you’re so fucking pretty.” you smiled before sitting back up and looking at Marty, he had a grin on his face as he held the container towards you again. You looked to it, then to Shawn, who took the container first to take a hit from it before handing it to you. 

 You were your third round in before you felt a heat in your gut. Maybe it was your lack of inhibitions in the moment that had you speaking up. “Fucking Christ do they make you guys horny too?” You asked before looking over to Marty who was inhaling from the container. He did a double take almost before laughing.

“Sometimes.” Marty admitted with a shrug before Shawn was laying against your shoulder. 

“They make me horny most of the time Marty’s just trying to act cool.” You snickered pressing your forehead against Shawn’s. The two of you shared in giggles for a moment before you found yourself leaning closer. God Shawn was pretty. You didn’t even realize you had been kissing him before you pulled away and let out a nervous laugh. 

“Sorry.” You said quickly and Shawn shook his head. 

“What’re you apologizing for?” You stared at Shawn for a moment before giggling again. Leaning close to press your forehead against his. 

“Shawn…” you began as your hand went to travel up his arm to his shoulder. Giving it a small squeeze before leaning close to him. “You wanna fuck me?” You whispered, looking to the side to catch the red hue that rose to his cheeks. 

 “Am I chopped liver or something?” A voice spoke from behind you that brought you out of your haze. Turning around and letting out a small giggle as you reached for Marty. Giggling as you felt him grab your hand. You gave it a small squeeze and you hummed softly. Rubbing your thumb over his knuckles before feeling the bed dip a bit as Marty leaned closer to press a soft kiss against your jaw. You let out a giggle before you felt another kiss from Shawn pressed on your cheek. It was nice to be pressed against the two, hands going to pull your top off, gentle touches that felt more enhanced. Soon enough you found yourself laying on the bed. Shawn’s back was pressed against the wooden bed frame and Marty was behind you. You looked back, watching as Marty fumbled with the wrapper of a condom before you felt a gentle touch on your cheek, your eyes moved back to Shawn, and he met you with a smile. 

You let out a small giggle before leaning forward to take the tip in your mouth. Starting slow, you didn’t want to rush into this… you wanted to savor this moment. Your eyes widened as you felt fingers enter you. It felt… different. Your eyes fluttered hearing Marty let out a small. “Christ.” From behind you.

 The Florida heat did nothing to help with the heat coiling inside of you. Blinking up at Shawn you blinked slowly as you gently grazed your teeth over his shaft. As he shuddered and gripped your hair you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride before moaning against his cock at the feeling of Marty prodding at your entrance a few times before finally sliding in. It felt... different. Sure, you had done anal before but it just… felt better. Your hands quickly went to grip at Shawn’s thighs as you continued to Bob your head, you could care less about the spit, the mess. All that mattered was feeling good. Shawn was groaning as you kept sucking him off. Gently toying with your hair as he looked down to you. “You doing good man?” He asked with a fond smile as he pushed hair out of your face. You met his gaze, your eyes half lidded. Your face red and eyes wet. You pulled your hand away from his thigh slowly making sure to take your time before you raised your hand with a thumbs up.

 Shawn nodded with a warm smile. “Alright! Good to know!” He said with a small laugh before patting your head gently. 

 You were brought out of your Shawn haze as you felt Marty’s hand wrapped around your hips. Pulling you closer as he kept thrusting into you. “You good here too?” He asked with a huff and you pulled yourself off of Shawn, your hand quickly going to wrap around his length instead and frantically jerk him off. 

“Yes I’m fine! Don’t fucking stop!” You huffed and Marty’s eyes widened. However, his grin grew and he nodded. 

“Alrighty cowboy!” He said with a chuckle as he gave your ass a pat, pulling back and continuing his steady thrusts. You let out a low groan before returning to take Shawn in your mouth. Running your tongue over the head for a moment as your hand kept pumping before removing it to take the length down your throat. Shawn’s hips bucked foreword slightly as he let out a shaky groan.

Marty gave your hip a squeeze. “See he’s doing great. I’m surprised you’re holding up so well.” 

“Stop teasing him Cmon.” Shawn spoke up and Marty rolled his eyes. 

“Lighten up Shawnie… c'mon.” Marty leaned a bit over your back to pull Shawn’s head close to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

 Your back arched with the change of position, letting out a strangled moan that had Marty pulling back quickly. “Sorry sorry! My bad.” He said with a small chuckle. Hand rubbing a small circle on your hip. “You’re still ok?” Marty asked and you raised your one hand to give a shaky thumbs up. Shawn’s breath was becoming shallow above you. His hands twitching before they buried themselves in your hair, pulling you closer till your nose pressed against his pelvis and you gaged against his length. He pulled you off, his hips jutting forward as he came on your face. Once he let go of your hair your head fell to the sheets as you let out a shaky whine. Marty leaned close, pressing his chest against your back as he reached over to Jack you off. Your eyes rolled back, crying out as you finally reached your limit and came against the sheets. Your body shaking as you collapsed onto the bed. It didn’t take long before Marty’s arms wrapped around your chest, he let out his own groan as he came. It took a moment before he finally pulled out and you moved to lay on your back as you panted.

 You were practically sprawled out on the bed like a starfish, Shawn was sat near your shoulder gently petting your hair. “You killed it man.” He said with a small chuckle. Marty was laid with his head on your stomach. 

“Damn right you did. I didn’t think you’d be a party animal like that.” He joked with a laugh, his hand patting your chest. You couldn’t help but let out a small snicker as well, finally easing yourself up to sit with a bit of help from Shawn pushing your back and Marty moving to sit up, taking your hands to help hoist you up.

“Got a splitting headache though.” You admitted, leaning against Shawn’s shoulder as your hands stayed locked with Marty’s. You enjoyed the peace for a moment before huffing. “We should probably get out of here though…” 

Marty nodded in agreement. “Yeah… party's pretty dead here now.” He said as he listened for any music but found none. You let go of his hands so he could slip his pants on. You looked to Shawn who shot a warm smile your way before he scooted to the side as well to gather your own clothes. Like a well-oiled machine you were helped getting dressed, hair fixed and finally you were hoisted on Marty’s back. Who seemed more than happy to carry you around. 

“Think an after party is going on somewhere?” He joked as he descended the carpeted steps with Shawn close behind. 

“You’re seriously thinking about an after party? You’re nuts Jannetty…” you said as you bumped your head against his. “I just wanna go back to the motel…” 

“I hear ya I hear ya.. we’ll get back there don’t you worry.” Marty cooed as the three of you made it outside to the chirping of cicadas and croaks of late-night frogs. Humid night air and that familiar after party buzz. You found yourself resting your head on Jannetty’s shoulder. Being lulled to sleep by the faint remaining scent of cologne and sex.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Sunset Strip"

In 1996, you quit your job as a stripper to join the World Wrestling Federation.

Wrestlers have visited strip clubs during their free time, but unfortunately, wrestlers in the WWF, WCW and ECW never really visited the strip club you worked at.

So, backstage during the summer of 1996, you invited the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF to the locker room.

Those sexy wrestlers you invited that year were Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Leif Cassidy before he grew facial hair, Brian Pillman (yes, Brian Pillman!), Bret Hart, and Davey Boy Smith.

There are other sexy wrestlers you could've invited, like Marty Jannetty, Billy Gunn and even Thurman Plugg.

Wrestlers you wish could've been in this locker room with you were Razor Ramon and Jeff Hardy, but Razor left the WWF in May to join WCW and Jeff wasn't really much in the WWF during the summer that year.

Shawn, Hunter, Leif, Brian and Bret all had their long hair hanging down when you invited them to the locker room.

When you were in the locker room with these men, you and these men weren't being filmed nor were you about to be filmed for a WWF episode or pay-per-view, this was backstage on your free time as well a s these wrestlers' free time.

You stood on top of the bench in the locker room, where those aforementioned male wrestlers stood in front of that bench.

A radio was plugged into a socket in the locker room, where that radio was playing a CD of some of the music you used to strip to.

You were dressed in a short sleeveless nighty/negligee with matching panties underneath.

As you stood on top of that bench, with a smile on your face you began to sway your body around while your hands grabbed the bottom of your nighty and pulled it up, showing off your thong underneath.

These wrestlers standing in front of you---in particular Shawn, Brian and Leif---were all smiling happily and eagerly as they watched you.

Shawn, Brian and Leif cheered for you with smiles on their faces when you pulled your nighty up to show your panties.

Some of these wrestlers like Shawn  Michaels and Brian Pillman whistled at you like how men whistle at attractive women.

There are many other outfits you could've worn when you're about to strip for these wrestlers, like some of your stripper outfits or even just a towel wrapped around your body.

When you worked as a stripper, sometimes you just wore a towel wrapped around your body.

You turned your body until the side of your body was in front of these men, where your hand grabbed a strap of your nighty and slid it down your arm.

Brian, Shawn and Leif were chanting "Take it off!" over and over again at you.

Some of these wrestlers didn't have to stay in the characters they played in on television---hell, many wrestlers hated the gimmicks they played during the New Generation era and weren't playing themselves---so Hunter could've chanted "Take it off!" at you too.

Your turned your body around until your torso was in front of these men, where your other hand grabbed your opposite strap and pulled it off of your shoulder and down your arm.

You raised your hands and forearms out of your straps until your negligee dropped off of your torso to reveal your naked body.

The only thing under your nighty was a thong.

You then rotated your body until you stood on your side, sticking your hip out at these men.

With smiles on their faces, some of these wrestlers pulled their wallets out of their pockets and pulled out some money, where they stuffed some dollar bills in between your thong straps.

Brian reached his hand out and, with a smile on his face, his hand smacked your ass cheek a few times.

You didn't mind his hand smacking your ass, after all, you are about to give a striptease.

You also rotated your body until you stuck the opposite side of your hip out, where some wrestlers sandwiched their money into your thong strap.

There are many things you could do to pretend to be a stripper, like do the splits on the floor and roll over.

But it's hard to type down dancing.

Many of these male wrestlers want a lapdance from you since you're playing a stripper.

And lapdances they did eventually get.

There are so many male wrestlers you wish could see you in this locker room pretending to be a stripper, but those wrestlers are off in WCW and ECW and they can't come to the WWF yet.

Throughout your performance, many of these male wrestlers were getting erections under their pants and they were tempted into masturbating to you.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley x Fem Reader- "Kiss"

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired near the end of 1996, Hunter Hearst Helmsley had a match against Shawn Michaels, and you were Hunter's valet.

One moment in this match involved you standing on top of the ring's apron outside of the ropes.

Shawn was standing right next to you and in front of you outside of the ropes yet still standing in the ring, where Shawn had one of his arms slung around the side of your back.

Shawn bent the top of his body forward and leaned his head forward, where he dipped your body and arched your back backwards.

As Shawn was leaning his chest and head forward and bent over, his mouth locked in between your lips and kissed it.

While he was kissing you, your arm and hand waved around like you're freaking out.

Hunter watched Shawn kissing you, which completely shocked and upset HHH.

Hunter's mouth was open in shock, where he stormed up to Shawn fuming at the Heartbreak Kid.

Shawn then raised his head and chest up and away from your face and removed his arm off of the small of your back, where one of your hands grabbed a rope on the ring and you managed to try to keep your balance.

Even though Shawn is admittedly sexy, you were staying in character and your face looked shocked and horrified after Shawn had kissed you.

Hunter argued and bickered at Shawn for kissing you, since you belonged to Hunter and no one else.

This moment of you being kissed by Shawn was a recreation of when Billy Gunn kissed Sunny at a World Wrestling Federation pay-per-view known as "In Your House: Beware of Dog".

Despite that Shawn had kissed you, it wasn't a trap for Hunter to be distracted and end up hurt, like how when Billy Gunn kissed Sunny, Henry Godwinn was appalled seeing Billy kissing her because she was the Godwinn's manager, and as Henry was upset over that, Bart Gunn did a wrestling move on Henry.

Shawn is absolutely gorgeous, no doubt about that, but there are other wrestlers who could've kissed you during this moment.

Leif Cassidy from the New Rockers maybe (before he grew facial hair), but he and Hunter have had matches together already.

Billy Gunn already kissed Sunny similarly before.

Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith aren't really the types to kiss you like that.

Marty Jannetty could've kissed you, but his hair looked rather awful in the middle and end of 1996.

While you wouldn't mind it if some sexy male opponent kissed you as a trick to distract Hunter and get attacked, you love Hunter so much.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader/Sunny- "I Know You Want Me"

For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either read about Sunny or insert yourself into this fanfiction.

Or both.

You can also choose to read about Sunny in 1996 or 1997, or both.

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Sunny was the most sought after, lusted over woman in the World Wrestling Federation in 1996 and 1997.

She was the company's biggest sex symbol at the time---there were more men holding up signs showing their lust for Sunny than any other woman in the WWF during those years.

Her entrance music is "I Know You Want Me", where lyrics of the song include "I know you want me, I know that you want my love!".

Because of Sunny being such a sought after sex symbol that even male wrestlers would lust over sometimes, in the summer of 1996 (or in June of 1997) Sunny did this photoshoot with some other male wrestlers.

If it's 1996 you want...

This photoshoot had pictures of Sunny in the men's locker room, where she was pictured wearing a spaghetti strapped light pink colored chemise with matching silky color coordinated short shorts.

Sunny's eyes were looking into the camera where she had a coy expression on her face, whereas many various male wrestlers were circling and swarming around her happily gazing at her.

These male wrestlers in the locker room that were looking at her were Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Brian Pillman, The New Rockers Leif Cassidy and Marty Jannetty, the Hardy Boyz and the Smoking Gunns Billy & Bart Gunn.

If it's 1997 you want...

In June of 1997, Sunny did this photoshoot where she was standing in a locker room, where she was dressed in a spaghetti strapped link pink colored chemise with matching short shorts.

Sunny looked into the camera with a smirk on her face, and as she was standing up dressed in that aforementioned outfit, there were several male wrestlers standing and circling around her, happily looking at her.

These male wrestlers that were pictured with her in this photoshoot were Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Brian Pillman, Rob Van Dam, Chris Candido, Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, and RockaBilly.

In the pictures of Sunny in that chemise and short shorts, Shawn was standing on the left side next to her with his long hair hanging down and where he stared at her with a smile on his face.

Hunter stood behind Sunny and looked at her with a grin on his face.

Brian stood on the right side besides Sunny where his eyes stared at her with his classic ear to ear grin spreading across his face, his eyes looked like they were gazing at her ass.

Marty Jannetty was laying on the floor on his back in front of Sunny, where he looked up at her with a smile on his face.

Leif Cassidy was standing in front of one of the lockers with his head turned sideways and looking at Sunny behind him, where he stared at her with a smile on his face.

Billy Gunn was sitting on the floor beside Sunny staring at her with his classic pearly white smile.

Jeff Hardy laid on the floor in front of Sunny, where his eyes looked up at her.

Matt Hardy and Bart Gunn were standing in front of the lockers, where their heads were turned and looked at her with smirks on their faces.

There were also pictures of Sunny of those male wrestlers in those exact same places, but Sunny this time was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around and covering her naked torso.

The top of the towel she wore was tucked under her arms and the bottom of the towel reached her lower thighs.

In the pictures of Sunny wearing nothing but a towel with these male wrestlers all circling around her with smiles on their faces gazing at her, Sunny's mouth was open and slightly in an "o" shape, and one of her hands was tugging down at the bottom of her towel she wore.

There are so many outfits Sunny could've worn in these pictures, like wearing a silky spaghetti strapped baby blue or white teddy (not bear) that's a mixture of a chemise and short shorts, wearing a long sleeved sweatshirt that reaches her upper thighs, wearing a short white spaghetti strapped negligee that reaches her upper thighs or even wearing a camisole with matching panties.

The outfits she could've worn in these pictures look like the negligees, teddies, camisoles and panties women on "Three's Company" wore, in particular what Suzanne Somers wore.

These pictures of Sunny are replicas of a photoshoot the singer Madonna did in 1985 in Hawaii.

Sunny could've even been standing in between the handles of a ladder in a swimming pool with these male wrestlers smiling at and looking at her, like in this Madonna picture.

Speaking of teddies, another photo of Sunny involved her wearing a silky white spaghetti strapped teddy that was a mixture of a chemise and short shorts, and her arms were up in the air.

As she stood in this outfit with her arms in the air, these same aforementioned male wrestlers were all swarming around her.

Shawn Michaels stood in front of her with his hands on her waistline, whereas Billy Gunn stood behind her with his hands on her waistline and smiling at her.

Brian Pillman stood in front of her with the back of his head pictured and his head turning and looking at her.

Hunter was standing next to Shawn and HHH's eyes were checking Sunny out.

There also were some photos of Sunny dressed in nothing but a towel where the top of it was tucked under her arms and the bottom of it reached her upper thighs while some male wrestlers circled around her and 2 male wrestlers had their hands on her waistline.

Sunny didn't have to wear that teddy and towel in those waistline pictures, she could've just worn a dress or one of her Smoking Gunns outfits instead.

This picture of Sunny with these wrestlers circling around her while her arms are up in the air was also modeled after a picture of Madonna in 1985 in Hawaii, where Madonna had her arms up in the air while some guys were circling around her and putting their hands on her waistline.

If it's 1997 you want...

Shawn Michaels was standing on the left side of Sunny looking at her with a smile on his face, his long hair was hanging down.

Rob Van Dam stood behind her with a smirk on his face and his eyes looking at her, whereas Brian Pillman stood on the right side of her with his eyes looking at her ass and his mouth grinning his white toothy smile.

RockaBilly was sitting on the floor next to one of Sunny's legs and ankles, where he looked up at her with a smile on his face.

Hunter laid on the floor in front of Sunny where his eyes stared at her.

Tommy Rogers' was standing in front of one of the lockers and his head was turned and looking at her from behind, his eyes checking her out.

Chris Candido was laying on his back on the floor in front of Sunny while his eyes stared at her.

There was also pictures of her with her arms up in the air while she was dressed in a tight dress, a silky white spaghetti strapped teddy and a towel tucked under her arms and wrapped and covering her naked body.

In this picture, these aforementioned male wrestlers were all circling around her, Shawn Michaels stood in front of her and placed his hands on her hips, whereas Brian Pillman stood behind her and placed his hands on her waistline.

Hunter was standing next to Shawn where HHH's eyes were checking her out.

If it's you that you want...

By the end of 1997, you were wearing less clothes than usual on WWF television, pay-per-views and photoshoots.

Because of that, you did a photoshoot in November of 1997, where there was a picture of you standing in a locker room wearing a peach colored spaghetti strapped chemise with matching short shorts.

Shawn Michaels, Triple H, The New Age Outlaws and the Hardy Boyz were circling around you while you were dressed in this outfit.

Shawn stood next to you with his long hair hanging down and his eyes looking at you, whereas Triple H stood next to you and his eyes checked you out while his mouth grinned and smirked.

In these pictures, Triple H had his long golden hair hanging down.

Billy sat down next to one of your legs and looked at you with a smile on his face.

Jeff Hardy laid down next to you on the floor and looked at you.

Road Dogg laid on his back in front of you with a grin on his face.

Matt Hardy stood behind you looking at you with a smile on his face.

Like Sunny, you were also pictured wearing nothing but a towel tucked under your arms and the bottom of your towel reaching your upper thighs.

There was another picture you took that involved you dressed in that same teddy as well as a towel where your arms were up in the air.

In these pictures, those same male wrestlers were circling around you.

Triple H stood in front of you with his hands on your hips, whereas Shawn stood behind you with his hands at your waistline.

Shawn's and Triple H's looked at your body while their hands were at your waistline, and both of those men's long hair was hanging down.

There are so many other male wrestlers you wish were in this photoshoot with you, like Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Scott Hall, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, and the list goes on.

But some of those other male wrestlers are in other wrestling companies, despite RVD almost joined the WWF in 1997, and Brian Pillman died at the end of the year.

You could've done this Madonna in Hawaii-inspired photoshoot in the summer of 1997 or even in 1996, but this photoshoot probably wouldn't have fit your character, or maybe it would've.

Not to mention, like Madonna in that Hawaii photoshoot, you could've stood in between the silver handles of a swimming pool's ladder while you wore a skintight black dress and male wrestlers circled around you.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “The Naked and Famous”

So many modern pro wrestlers, male and female, are sex symbols people lust over.

Male wrestlers today are sexier and prettier than ever before.

I will admit some modern pro wrestlers today are really hot, but I prefer some really hot pro wrestlers from the late 90's and early 2000's.

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In the 1980's and even the 1990's, a lot of wrestlers were really burly and ugly, with a few exceptions of them being handsome.

But there's some wrestlers by the late 1990's that are quite sexy, especially in the World Wrestling Federation.

Maybe you're cherry picking all of the hot ones, but oy vey, there were some hot men in the WWF in the late 90's (though there were also a few hotties over in WCW and even ECW).

Hot, sexy men make you wanna be sexually promiscuous, but you don't just have to have sex with them.

When you entered the WWF in 1996, there were some hot men gone from the company (Razor Ramon), though there were some men in the WWF getting sexier that year and the years after.

In June of 1997, you invited some of these hot wrestlers to a hotel room and got undressed until you and they were as naked as when you came out of your mother's womb.

These hot wrestlers are, in your opinion, the sexiest men in the World Wrestling Federation.

You sat in the middle of one of the hotel beds, where these hot wrestlers crawled onto that bed you were sitting on and swarmed around you.

Shawn Michaels sat in front of you and Hunter Hearst Helmsley was sitting behind you, whereas Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Billy Gunn/RockaBilly and a wrestler named Scott Putski were sitting by your sides.

Scott Putski is the son of a Polish wrestler from the 70's and 80's named Ivan Putski, and Scott had a brief career in the WWF as well as in WCW, though he never really went anywhere in either of those companies.

Hunter had his long honey blond hair hanging down, not tied back in braids or in a ponytail like on "Monday Night Raw", because this is just how you like the way he looks, and Jeff didn't have that red headband he wore during a match with Rob Van Dam in May.

RockaBilly went back to having his blond hair because he looked terrible with that awful brown hair he had in May of '97, you even didn't have sex with him when he had that brown hair.

What these aforementioned wrestlers started doing to you was pressing and nudging their bare chests and torsos on your naked body, rubbing and chafing up and down your body vertically with their bodies.

Hunter wrapped his arms around you while he rubbed his chest up and down you.

You can feel Scott's rippled abs nudging up your hip, his abdomen muscles are bumps that stick out.

What you're having is what you call a "naked party", where you invited these wrestlers you think were sexy to a hotel room, undress yourself until you're stark naked, where you sat in the middle of a bed whereas some of these other wrestlers nudged, pressed and rubbed their naked torsos and chests up and down on your body.

You called this a naked party because it wasn't quite an orgy since there aren't multiple people having sex with one another, and it isn't a gangbang because they're not putting their dicks in your pussy, asshole or mouth, though sometimes they did stick their penises in your twat, your asshole or both (yes, I meant to write "both"), and they couldn't help but hump and fuck you, but you didn't mind this.

In fact, you wanted this.

You've had many naked parties before this particular one and after, but this one is probably one of the better ones, how can it not be?

You feel pretty bad that Hunter Hearst Helmsley is behind you considering he's so damn hot, but at least you get to feel his arms wrapped around you and he's kissing you behind your neck.

You want their naked bodies all over your nude body, rubbing and caressing you.

Shawn leaned into your face and placed his lips in between your lips, where he kissed your lips.

You and Shawn took some time to make out, pressing your lips on his, having your top or bottom lip in between his lips and vice versa.

His tongue poking into your mouth and poking your tongue, where your tongue and his stroked and caressed one another lengthy.

His kisses were long and tender, his lips holding onto your mouth, only for him to separate his lips from yours.

One of your hands moved behind his head and played with some of his hair, running your fingers through his locks.

Hunter, meanwhile, has his face buried in the back of your neck, where he's smothering his lips behind your neck and your shoulders.

Jeff, Rob, RockaBilly and Scott are trying to do the same thing, lean their heads into the sides of your neck and kiss it, their lips brushing and nudging the sides of your neck.

Some of them are even giving your neck a few bites.

As you and Shawn are rubbing each other's chests, you can feel his nipples brushing up and down your nipples, and you both have sensitive nipples, you're moaning in his mouth.

"I want you all over me" you whispered in between kisses with Shawn, and you wanted these men all over you.

Blood is swelling your clitoris up, having the sexiest men in the WWF stark naked all over you and kissing you, and you're making out with the hottest man in the World Wrestling Federation whose character is a male stripper that women swoon over.

Some of these wrestler's hands are also caressing your thighs, hips and tits, squeezing and fondling them.

Hunter definitely wants to fondle and play with your tits, and he isn't just fondling your tits, but pinching your nipples as well.

Shawn's hands are roaming up and down your flesh as well, on your thighs, your hips and sometimes your breasts.

When their hands are touching you, you feel tingles on your skin when their hands roam your flesh.

Speaking of hands, your other hand moved to the middle of Shawn's chest, where his chest hair is, and your hand stroked and caressed up and down the middle of his chest, his chest hair slipping in between your fingers.

Blood is filling Shawn's cock up and making it more erect, though all of these men around you have boners.

As you're kissing Shawn, sometimes, you're moaning and mumbling on his lips, moaning "mmmmmmmmmmmmm", "mmmmmmmmm" over again, and he's doing that too.

Even some of those other wrestlers are mumbling "mmmmmmmmmmmmm" on your skin while they're kissing you're neck.

Some of them want to suck on your tits and your pussy, but that can be for another time.

When they rubbed their flesh on your skin, there were pinkish red marks made on parts of your body, and you don't mean marks as in certain wrestling fans.

Even some of these men couldn't help but lean their heads back and bite their lips over how good it feels to rub themselves on you.

Shawn, Hunter and the others right now are trying not to put their dicks in your twat or asshole, and they're doing a good job of it.

Later on, you switched, and all of these men got turns to be in front of you, behind you and on your sides, as well as kiss your lips, your neck and caress your skin with their hands.

And of course, these men all got to have their hair played with and you got to run your fingers through their hair.

Since Rob and Jeff have chest hair, your hand caressed up and down their chests, where their chest hair was, their wispy chest hair slipping in between your fingers.

Jeff was the last one in front of you and Rob was the last one behind you.

There are some other hot men in the WWF, like Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Hector Garza, Latin Lover, Heavy Metal, Pierroth (who would later become Cibernetico), Brian Christopher and even Scott Taylor and Brian Pillman, but Shawn, Hunter, Rob, Jeff, Scott and RockaBilly are the hottest ones in your opinion.

Plus, there wouldn't really be enough room for those other hot men to be nudging their naked bodies themselves all over your bod.

Though, you have had some naked parties with those aforementioned "not as hot as Shawn Michaels" wrestlers, though you could say Hector and Latin Lover are just as hot as the Heartbreak Kid.

You planned on who you wanted in these naked parties, the hottest and sexiest ones nudging you and saving the sexiest ones for last, and you felt bad when someone really hot was behind you because he's so sexy and he has to be behind you.

When this naked party was over, you joked that you wish that you could be over 600 pounds overweight, because that way, you can have all of these other various wrestlers all around you nudging their naked bodies on yours, though that isn't a pretty sight.

Sometimes, you didn't just have naked parties in a hotel or motel bed, but also in showers, locker rooms, saunas and even in the wrestling ring, although not with several people in the audience watching.

Other times, you danced with them having these naked parties, slowly swaying your hips and writhing while they swayed their hips and bodies horizontally.

At the beginning of 1997, you had a naked party with Shawn, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, and Raven from ECW, as well as some others like Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Brian Pillman, and others you know the rest.

ECW invaded the WWF for a while in 1997, and when you discovered Raven, you were in lust with him, and had sex with him several times.

You also had a few naked parties in 1996 involving Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Billy Gunn (when his hair grew longer at the end of the year), Marty Jannetty, Leif Cassidy (before he grew facial hair), Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Brian Pillman, Scott Taylor and Brian Christopher, and of course, not all of them at the same time.

You still had some naked parties after the summer of 1997, still involving some of the same aforementioned people, other times you added some people, this time, you added Bart Gunn when he grew his hair longer, Stevie Richards, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Raven and Al Snow (when they didn't have facial hair), Scott Hall, Chris Benoit, Brian Kendrick, Michael Shane, Frank Kazarian and Aaron Stevens, who would later on become Damien Sandow.

You were upset you weren't allowed to crossover to WCW, because that company had some hot men you wanted to have naked parties with, though you never really did have any besides a gangbang once.

You had thought of wanting these men to rub their clothed bodies on your clothed body and tried doing that, but you prefer doing it naked.

[rawiswhore]

D Generation X x Fem Reader- “American Pie”

You're a child of the 80's hair metal era, which is evident considering how oversexualized and slutty you are.

As a young girl and teenager in the 80's and early 90's, you loved nearly every hair metal band, lusted over the lead singers and members, had their posters and photos all over your bedroom walls, bought hair metal magazines and even did stripteases to their songs in your bedroom as well as when you worked as a stripper.

It's even obvious with your taste in men: you love and lust over Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, who looked like Sebastian Bach from Skid Row during their heyday, and you lust over Shawn Michaels, who used to look a little bit like Kip Winger.

When buying hair metal magazines as a teenager, you remember one image sticking out at you in one issue: an image of the band Warrant eating pies over a woman's body while she lies on a table.

It's probably the same chick from their iconic, infamous "Cherry Pie" music video.

That image never left your head.                                      

D Generation X were the bad boys of pro wrestling in the late 1990's, Skid Row's "Youth Gone Wild" is a song that describes them quite well.

You came up with an idea for a magazine photoshoot involving DX and shared this idea not just with D Generation X, but with the WWF creative staff and photographers.

Near the end of 1998, during a magazine photoshoot, you were completely stark naked, lying on your stomach on a table, looking like you're "planking" that table.

Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Road Dogg and X Pac were all sitting on chairs around you, where there were 3 cream pies on top of you, one was above your ass, the other was sitting on the back of your knees whereas the other was on the small of your back.

No, you don't mean cream pie as your face or your pussy covered in jizz, you mean actual cream pies.

Although, there's a reason why this photoshoot has cream pies in it, though did the phrase "cream pie" as a sexual slang exist in the late 90's?

Those 5 DX members were digging into those pies, sticking their fingers in the pies and sucking the whipped cream off of their fingers, although not sucking each other's fingers (like Triple H putting his fingers in Shawn's mouth), as well as grabbing pieces of pie.

Though, Triple H could put his finger in Shawn's mouth considering Trips is bisexual.

Speaking of which, Triple H had his hair hanging down, not tied back in a ponytail, and was dressed in a tight black DX shirt and jeans and he didn’t have any facial hair on his face, Shawn had his hair hanging down and was dressed in a white T-shirt and jeans.

Billy Gunn had his hair hanging down, not tied up in braids or in a ponytail, and was wearing his usual DX garb of a crop top and short shorts, whereas X Pac was dressed in jeans, a black DX shirt and a leather jacket and Road Dogg was wearing a black D Generation X shirt with the sleeves cut off and pleather shorts, his dreadlocks tied up in a ponytail.  

Unlike the woman in that Warrant image, you were holding your head up and smiling, you even put your finger in one of those pies and licked the cream and filling off of your index finger seductively.

As this was going on, cameras were in front of you and DX clicking furiously away, lights flashing in your eyes, the members of DX as well as you were looking at the camera, looking like you're all having a good time.

You really wish you had Jeff Hardy, Christian, Test and even Val Venis eating pie off of you, you even want Rob Van Dam, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith and even Lex Luger, Marty Jannetty and Raven from WCW to eat pie off of your naked body right now, but none of those men are members of DX, Bret Hart hates Shawn Michaels and the WWF's current Attitude era as it was known as.

Al Snow could eat pie off of you if he shaved that handlebar moustache off (though, he kind of looks good with it combined with that dirty blond hair).

Although, this photoshoot has Shawn eating pie off of your naked body, and Shawn by the end of 1998 wasn't a member of D Generation X, but he did used to be a DX member and even the leader of the duo.

You probably should've done this photoshoot at the beginning of 1998 when Shawn was still an official DX member and when the New Age Outlaws had joined the group.

You've missed Shawn so much, but haven't we all missed him?

While you were lying on this table, you were imagining Christian and Jeff Hardy eating pie off of you instead of X Pac and Road Dogg.

D Generation X might've been an awesome wrestling faction, but only 3 members of that group were actually sexy.

Next year, near the end of 1999, the Rock introduced one of his most iconic quotes, "poontang pie", which became a massive fan favorite.

You should've done this pie photoshoot at the end of 1999 or even in the year 2000 after the Rock said that iconic catchphrase, considering poontang pie was popular with the crowd.

That way, Christian, Jeff Hardy, Test, Billy Gunn, Val Venis and maybe even Triple H and Shawn Michaels (and hell, even the Rock) could all eat pie off of your naked body.

When some of the WWF male roster saw this photoshoot, including Jeff, Christian, Test and Val, they were jealous, wishing they could've had a few bites of pie off of your naked body.

Wonder if this pie photoshoot even was the inspiration for the Rock's "poontang pie" quote?

Considering this photoshoot is based off of a Warrant photo, you also shared with DX and the creative staff of the WWF an idea for a commercial that parodies Warrant's notorious "Cherry Pie" video, with DX as Warrant and you as the girl in that video.

Horny teenage boys, college frat boys and rednecks old enough to remember that music video would eat it up like pie.

The 90's was the decade of pie.

Warrant's "Cherry Pie" song and music video (which came out in 1990), the pie references on "Twin Peaks", "American Pie", and the Rock's poontang pie quote (which came out near the end of 1999, but...).

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “In Da Club”

When pro wrestlers are driving out on the road, they don't just stop by fast food restaurants or to go to the bathroom.

Sometimes, they even stop by strip clubs, but of course they would!

In 1996, a bus filled with most of the WWF roster stopped by a strip club just for some free time, but you had no idea that the WWF roster was sitting by the tables and runway, throwing some of their hard earned money at you.

You were working as a stripper, and you both hated and loved your job.

While you do enjoy wearing the slutty outfits and stripping to various songs you've chose, what you hate about being a stripper is having these middle aged, bloated, ugly men gawk and stare at you, sometimes even touch you or try to touch you. Yuck!

However, this night was a special night.

When the red velvet curtains raised up, Debbie Gibson's "Losin' Myself" began to play.

For those who don't know who Debbie Gibson is, she was a teenage bubblegum pop singer during the late 1980's who wrote and produced her own songs all by herself, unlike other teen idols.

However, when the 80's ended, so did her career, and when she grew up, like most other wholesome teen idols, she shed her wholesome good girl image and tried to prove to the world she was all grown up by playing, what else? A stripper in a music video.

However, no one cared by then.

And tonight, you picked that Debbie Gibson song where she plays a stripper in the aforementioned music video.

When the curtains rose up, the stage revealed you dressed in a short, sexy, pleather white nurse costume; a typical but classic Halloween and stripper outfit.

As you walked down the runway in that sexy nurse outfit, the WWF roster watching you as well as some average Joe's really enjoyed what they saw, shouting out "wooooooooo!!!" and "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaahh!!" and pumping their fists in the air, some of them letting out those cheesy "wolf whistles" as they call them.

They were cheering so loud, you could barely hear your music you were going to strip to.

When you strolled down the runway, as you looked at the men sitting next to the runway and got closer to the end of the catwalk, you looked at the crowd of men, and deep down inside, you were shocked over how many hot men were in the audience.

Most of the men who visit these strip clubs are nothing to write home about, but these men, though...

And some of those hot, sexy men in the audience are some of the WWF roster.

 You sauntered down that catwalk to the song, trying to look sexy, the zipper of your dress in between the pads of your index finger and thumb, hinting you're going to zip your dress off.

Seeing all of these sexy WWF men in the audience gave you an idea, an idea that won't make you take a few spins around the stripper pole.

Some of those men were even holding up money in your hands for you to grab it, where you snatched it from their hands and slid it in your garter belt wrapped around one of your thighs.

You hope that money doesn't fall out.

One of the men that caught your eye was sitting in the front row close to the catwalk, and that man was the sex symbol of the WWF: Shawn Michaels.

Shawn's looks improved a bit in 1996 when he got rid of that tacky, outdated redneck mullet, and while Shawn didn't look as hot as he did the year afterwards, this year is when he's really starting to look sexy.

He had a faint little smile on his face, enjoying the view of you.

He'll really enjoy what's coming next.

He was absolutely gorgeous, and you wanted to start what you've planned on doing to someone hot.

Instead of wrapping your fingers around the stripper pole and swinging around, you walked down the little stairs next to the catwalk, which surprised many of the men, their eyes bugging out and looking at each other.

You slowly strutted up to Shawn, he getting more and more excited as he walked up to you.

As Debbie started singing, you were lipsynching to her voice.

Shawn could see you were lipsynching to the song, so could other men sitting next to him.

Some of these men were wondering "who sings this song?" and even some stupid men thought "is she singing that song?", the "she" being you.

These men were jealous of Shawn, some of the male WWF roster was cracking up, having ear-to-ear smiles on their faces and swatting each other on the shoulders, knowing what Shawn's gonna get.

When you were standing right in front of Shawn, close enough to him, your hands were sitting on tops of the chair Shawn was sitting on, you slowly swayed your hips and ass back and forth to the song, your ass slightly protruding through your tight white dress.

Some men were turning their heads and looking at your ass.

Shawn could see your ass swaying from behind you, his cock growing harder and harder from blood rushing into his shaft.

You sank the lower part of your body (i.e. your legs and pelvic region) onto Shawn's lap, straddling his lap.

You could feel his erection poking and protruding through his jeans.

You slowly began to roll your ass and crotch over his genitals, grinding your crotch forward on his lap.

While you grinded your lap on his lap, your fingers were still resting on the zipper of your dress, where you proceeded to slide that zipper down your body, your flesh being more exposed as that zipper ran down your torso.

Some of the men surrounding Shawn could see you slide your zipper down your body, which got a huge "pop" from these men, roaring out "yyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!" and making a few eye roll worthy "wolf whistles" at you.

Underneath that white pleather nurse outfit you were wearing was a red bra and panties, and when the zipper was below your tits, you thrust your chest out, your red bra showing off in front of Shawn's eyes.

Shawn's eyes stared at your cleavage, he could nearly salivate.

Of course, the men surrounding Shawn also loved seeing you shove your tits out, even though they were covered.

As you slid the zipper down your body, Shawn slid one of his hands into one of the pockets of his jeans and pulled out his wallet, a brown leather one, opening it and pulling out a $50 bill, shutting the wallet after he pulled the money out and slid his wallet back in his pocket.

He slid that dollar bill into your red garter belt wrapped around your thigh, looking down at your thigh so he's sure he inserted it through that red elastic garter belt.

With your hands grabbing onto the sides of your dress, you shed your dress off of your shoulders and arms, now sitting on Shawn's lap in red lingerie, a garter belt and nurse's hat.

Again, this got a huge pop from the audience, roaring out "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaahhh!" and pumping their fists in the air.

You then rotated you body on Shawn's lap, this time your back was pressing on his chest and torso.

You started to roll your ass back on Shawn's crotch, rolling your ass over his erection.

Sometimes you even slowly swayed your hips back and forth on his genitals.

While you slowly swayed your hips, your body writhed and slithered down to the ground, letting your body sink down his torso, brush down his chest and body, all while swaying your hips.

Seeing you lipsynch to the song and point your index finger at him while Debbie crooned was like you were singing for him.

Once you were crouching down on the ground, you sexily sprung back up from the floor by rolling your hips as you elevated yourself up.

Once you were standing straight up, you walked away from Shawn and sauntered to the next man who used to be tag team partner's with Shawn just a few years ago: Marty Jannetty.

Marty is a ladies man and he was so excited he was next.

When you strolled behind Marty's back, your hand was behind his left shoulder, brushing across the back of his shoulders while you looked at him.

His head was turned and his beautiful blue eyes were looking at you, he having that adorable smile on his face thanks to you.

You stopped walking when you were standing next to his right shoulder, where you carefully lifted one of your legs up and propped it on his right shoulder, your calf and foot draping down and across the right side of his chest.

This took Marty in by surprise, he was not expecting this, neither were the other men.

One of your hands slid down the left side of Marty's chest, he wished he was shirtless so he could feel tingles while you touched him.

Though, he is feeling tingles ifyknowwhatimean.

You then carefully slid your calf and foot up the right side of his chest and across his right shoulder, until your foot was right back on the ground.

You then walked in front of him, where Marty was eying you up and down.

You then sat on his lap, straddling his lap and proceeded to roll your hips and pelvis forward on his crotch.

You could feel his erection protruding through his jeans while you lapdanced him.

As you rolled and grinded your hips on his crotch, you moved your hands to your bra straps, where your fingers wrapped around your bra straps.

You carefully slid one bra strap down your shoulder, which got another big "pop" from the horny men watching this, of course they had to roar out "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhh!!" and make some silly wolf whistles at you.

Marty's eyes were staring at you slide your bra straps off, his eyes growing wild.

He's so tempted to touch you and your chest, but nah, he can't. Club's rules.

When one bra strap was slid down to your shoulder, you then wrapped your fingers around your other bra strap, sliding it down beneath and below your shoulder.

Like with Shawn previously, you were lipsynching to Debbie's voice, looking at Marty while you slid your bra straps off.

Marty already had his wallet out even before you walked up to him and even put his wallet back into his pocket before you walked up to him, but he held a dollar bill in his hand for you.

As you rolled and grinded your ass on his crotch, Marty slid that dollar bill he was holding not in between your garter belt, but in between one of the straps of your red thong snug around your hips.

You moved your hands behind your back, where the back of your bra was, where you tried to unhook your bra.

Some men could see you trying to take your bra off, they were willing to offer you some help, but they can't touch you.

Your hands eventually unclasped the back of your bra, the hooks no longer clinging onto the "eyes" of the bra (that's what they're called!), your breasts could breathe a sigh of relief when your chest didn't feel so tightened.

When your bra was hooked off, you slid your bra off of your arms, showing Marty your tits.

The men in the stripclub could see your tits, which got another huge roar of them shouting "yyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhh!!!" and a corny wolf whistle at you.

Marty's eyes looked at your tits, which were probably so sore from wearing that bra.

He'd love to caress and fondle them and relieve their pain, but sorry, he can't touch.

You took your bra off in front of his face so he could see your breasts.

You then twirled a bit around until your torso was touching his chest, where you proceeded to roll your ass up his crotch.

You could still feel his erection while you lapdanced him.

And yep, your body slithered down to the ground while your body was touching his, your hips swaying slowly back and forth.

Marty was looking down at you while you slid yourself down him.

When you were crouching down on the ground, you sprung quickly up and walked to the next man.

The next man is Marty's current tagteam partner, Leif Cassidy.

No, it isn't 70's teen heartthrob David Cassidy, Shaun Cassidy, or Leif Garrett, but Leif Cassidy's gimmick is a schmuck completely stuck in the 1970's despite it being 1996.

Leif didn't have that awful facial hair he'd later have months after this, and here's a fun fact: the wrestler who played Leif Cassidy would a few years later become Al Snow, yes, THAT Al Snow who carried a female mannequin head that became a huge fan favorite.

Even though his hair is pretty terrible, so was his gimmick in 1996 (though his Attitude era gimmick is debatable), Leif has a very cute smile, you noticed that adorable smile.

And he flashed his cheesy but cute smile while you walked up to him.

He looks like a teenager almost with his youthful, nonthreatening looks, despite the fact he was in his 30's.

When you walked behind him, his head was turned and looking at you, enjoying what he was seeing as you walked behind and around him.

You were looking at him while you walked behind and around him, and you stopped walking around him when you stood in front of him.

Your hands were resting on top of the chair he was sitting on, and you proceeded to roll and gyrate your hips and pelvis down as your ass was sinking down to his lap, rolling your hips and ass down to his lap before you even touched it.

Leif was looking at your hips and pelvis swivel down to his lap, he loving this.

Marty and Shawn didn't get anything like this.

And like Marty, Leif pulled his wallet out before you walked up to him, only to put it back in his pocket, yet keep a dollar bill in his hand for you.

When you sat on his lap, you continued to roll your hips and ass on his lap, though this time, you rolled and grinded your hips forward.

You could feel his erection poking through his jeans while you lap danced him.

Leif, on the other hand, slid the dollar bill he was holding in between the elastic garter belt wrapped around your thigh, joining some other money.

And of course, you lipsynched to Debbie's voice while you grinded your hips on his lap.

You turned your body around and rolled your ass back and up Leif's crotch, feeling his erection through his jeans.

You sank down to the floor, still gyrating your hips and ass.

He might've had a shirt on, but he loved the feel of this, looking at you with his adorable smile on his face.

You then got back up from the floor and walked to the next man: Bob Holly.

During the 1990's, Bob Holly played Sparky Plugg or Spark E. Plugg, a wrestler whose gimmick was a racecar gimmick.

During the late 90's/early 2000's Attitude era, he cut his hair and bleached it blond and called himself "Crash Holly" now.

Bob is sort of hot.

He might not be Paul Bearer levels of ugly, but he isn't quite Shawn Michaels levels of hot either.

Bob has one hell of an overbite though and buck teeth, and you noticed it when you sat on his lap.

You sauntered up to Bob, your hand dragging across and behind his shoulders while you walked behind him.

When you sat on him, you lapdanced him like how you lapdanced the previous 3 wrestlers, though, you also did something different while lapdancing him.

You laid a bit horizontally on his lap, showing off your legs that he as well as other men were getting a good view of.

Bob pulled his wallet out of his jeans, opened it up and pulled a dollar bill out, only to shut his wallet and stuff it back into one of the pockets of his jeans.

He slid that dollar bill down the elastic of your thong, on one of the straps down your thong.

When you were finished lapdancing him, you strutted up to the following men, in this order:

Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, Brian Pillman, Scott Taylor, Bart Gunn, Billy Gunn and Hunter Hearst Helmsley.

You lapdanced them like you lapdanced the previous men, rolling your hips forward when you were in front of them and rolling your ass back when your back was in front of their torso, sinking yourself down to the floor while you slithered and writhed.

Bret might be a babyface in the WWF who is a positive role model, but he can't resist a good lapdance either.

He seemed to be enjoying the lapdance you gave him, though at the same time he looked like he didn't want to be there, he's that wholesome.

Davey has such a wide, broad chest, perfect for you to not just caress your hands on, but to slide your back down.

Before you could lapdance Brian, you were behind his back, where you slid both of your hands down his torso, only to slide them back up his torso.

Too bad he's wearing a shirt, you'd love to slide your hands down his body so he can feel your touch on his skin, which you're sure would send endorphins through his body.

When you walked by Stone Cold Steve Austin, you wanted to pause behind him and rub his bald head with something like a silky long glove a la Jessica Rabbit in "Who Framed Roger Rabbit", but nope.

You saved the best one for last: Hunter Hearst Helmsley, who had his hair down and not tied back in a ponytail.

You wanted to run your fingers through his long golden locks and kiss and suck on his big, broad nose, as well as bury your face in his big, wide neck and kiss it everywhere, but you couldn't because those are the rules of your job.

Hunter was sitting next to Shawn since they’re close friends, but you wanted to save Hunter for last since he’s one of the hottest ones.

You wanted to run your fingers through some of these men's hair in general, but couldn't because of the goddamn rules.

When the drums in the middle of the song started kicking in, you wanted to roll on the catwalk and flip your hair, but you couldn't, why?

You were busy giving lapdances to all of these men.

Thank God you chose this Debbie Gibson song, because this song is long enough for you to give lapdances to various men all throughout the song before it ends.

Of course, these men you lapdanced paid you, even men you didn't give lapdances to gave you money.

'Tis a shame Jeff Hardy could only be in the WWF once in 1996, he was hot and should've been in on the fun.

It's also a shame Rob Van Dam is over in ECW, because he's absolutely gorgeous, though maybe ECW and maybe even WCW could stop by this strip club one day.

Speaking of WCW, pro wrestling would make a comeback in popularity thanks to Hulk Hogan turning heel and forming the NWO, however, this was in the WWF's rival company, WCW.

WCW would kick the WWF's asses in the ratings, which would lead to the WWF trying to do something to trump WCW's ratings, that something was the creation of the WWF's Attitude era.

That Attitude era was a big step from what the WWF was usually doing, as well as becoming even more popular than it was in the 80's.

Of course, you watched the Attitude era just to see what all the fuss was about, and you had lapdanced these various men in the WWF you were watching.

You ended up becoming a wrestling ringrat in the WWF, WCW and ECW just so you could fuck and have sex with any male pro wrestler you thought was sexy.

You regret you weren't a ringrat from 1996-1997, because so many wrestlers in the WWF, WCW and even ECW were hot and sexy.

And Stone Cold Steve Austin's character wasn't just a redneck, he was also an everyman who hated and was fed up with his boss.

You loved Stone Cold's everyman gimmick and could relate to it so much, no wonder he was as popular as he was!

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “It’s Raining Men”

In April of 1998, D Generation X was no longer Triple H, Shawn Michaels and Chyna.

Now, Shawn has left the faction, but they've added the New Age Outlaws and the former 123 Kid who's now known as X Pac, who now has gotten a complete makeover.

D Generation X are notorious for their rebellious, shocking and downright savage antics, they're part of the reason why the WWF is known as WWF Attitude.

One of their naughty (yet tame and mild compared to the other things they've done) moments they've done is when Triple H dared them to urinate, as in pee/piss, on a group of redneck bikers known as the Legion of Doom's motorcycles, and of course they peed on their motorbikes because D Generation X.

They'll do anything for shock value.

And this moment just so happened to be in April of 1998.

(Here's a fun fact: this was DX's own idea and apparently they actually did pee on the Legion of Doom's motorcycles).

Seeing them piss on the Legion of Doom's motorcycles actually gave you not one, but two ideas.

One was an idea you definitely want to do, another is an idea you're skeptical about, the skeptical idea might make DX skeptical as well.

One day in April of 1998, before D Generation X invaded WCW, you told Triple H an idea that popped in your head after he dared DX to piss on the Legion of Doom's bikes, and he loved your idea.

He wasn't the only one you shared your idea with.

You told another D Generation X member your plan involving this member, and that member is Billy Gunn.

Billy, of course, loves your idea.

But there's other wrestlers in your plan you told your idea to.

In the 1980's, there was a tagteam known as the Midnight Express, they were managed by Jim Cornette, and in 1998, despite that the WWF's Attitude era was notorious for having trash talking, beer drinking, middle finger flashing rednecks, obnoxious fratboys who point to their crotches and shout an equally obscene catchphrase and do rebellious and downright jawdropping shit, a pimp with a group of prostitutes, a porn star, a nutcase who carries a female mannequin head, and a slutty nymphomaniac, this era also gave us the new Midnight Express, who weren't really all that badass.

And this new Midnight Express didn't have any of the original members, but instead Bart Gunn---the same Bart Gunn who was once tagteam partners with Billy Gunn and would later on be in that infamous Brawl for All--and Bob Holly, the same Bob Holly that would end up becoming known as "Crash Holly" during the Attitude era and having platinum blond Eminem wannabe hair.

Even though the new Midnight Express was a complete flop, Bart Gunn has grown his hair out and he looks so much hotter with longer hair than with short hair (though, that's true of men and women in general).

Bob Holly also now has blond hair and looks like a Great Value Brand Ric Flair.

Bob is kind of handsome and attractive, he might not be Paul Bearer levels of ugly, but he isn't Shawn Michaels or Jeff Hardy in terms of looks.

You shared with Bart and Bob your plan you had involving them, and they too, liked your idea, though they're not so enthusiastic about it.

Finally, there was one last wrestler in the WWF you had to tell your idea with.

Who is he? Scott Taylor.

The same Scott Taylor that would eventually become Scotty 2 Hotty and become notorious for doing the worm.

Before he cut his hair and bleached it blond, he had long, tousled honey blond hair, and he was kinda cute.

You shared with him your idea, and he liked your idea.

You told each of these wrestlers where you've planned on doing your idea, and one evening, you invited them to the locker room.

You sat on the locker room's floor on your knees, whereas these aforementioned wrestlers were standing and swarming all around you.

These wrestlers standing around you pulled their tights down, and if they were wearing jeans, they pulled the zippers and let the buttons of their jeans escape from the holes, only to pull their jeans down, all of these men exposing their erections pointing right in front of your face.

Of course, they didn't pull their tights down one another (i.e. Triple H pulling Bart Gunn's tights or whatever).

While they were pulling their tights and jeans down, you lifted the oversized T-shirt you were wearing off of your torso and over your head, you wore no bra underneath.

Triple H and Billy's eyes grew wild seeing you topless, they could nearly roar out "yyyyyeaaaaaaaahhhh!!!" seeing your bare tits.

Once their dicks, at least the tips of their penises, were pointing at your face, they began to masturbate, wrapping their fingers around their shafts and pumping their cocks.

Again, Triple H didn't put his fingers around Billy Gunn's shaft and give him a handjob, but I wanted to explain this all better.

Since cum might touch your face, you closed your eyes, so their precum or even jizz in general won't get in your eyes, that stings and hurts your eyes.

These wrestlers jerking off in front of your face were looking down at your face.

"Why's she closing her eyes?" Scott asked.

"So cum won't get in her eyes" Triple H answered. "It stings when cum gets in someone's eye"

Scott nodded his head, not knowing this fact.

Triple H had a huge, shit eating grin while he masturbated to your face, so did Billy.

Triple H was standing in front of your face, so was Bart and Billy, they're the hottest ones, whereas Scott and Bob were standing by the sides of your face and head.

While you were sitting on the floor, you were imagining Billy during his New Age Outlaws days at the end of 1997 beating off in front of your face, that was when he was at his sexiest.

And, while Bob Holly and Scott Taylor are pretty attractive, you imagined it was Shawn Michaels and Jeff Hardy jerking their cocks off on your face.

You miss Shawn SO much and Jeff sadly couldn't be in the WWF at the beginning of 1998.

The WWF made a big mistake when they didn't hire Rob Van Dam at first, you wish he could've jerked off in front of your face as well.

It's also too bad Leif Cassidy had to grow facial hair (he eventually went by Al Snow, which is what he'll always be remembered for) and Marty Jannetty left the WWF, they could jerk off on your face and tits too.

Some other wrestlers in the locker room are seeing what's going on.

They see the backs of these wrestlers all huddled together and hear these masturbation-like noises, what's going on?

They walked over to behind what's going on, only to find you sitting on the locker room's floor, having these wrestlers jack off their cocks in front of your face, hoping to aim their precum on your face and tits.

Some of them rolled their eyes and expected "typical" and walked away, others were watching what was going on.

"Hey, can I join too?" one wrestler asked.

"Fuck off!" Triple H barked back.

It's probably some ugly wrestler you don't care about, so he can go away.

"Fuck you, motherfucker!" this wrestler snapped back, pointing the middle finger at them. "Your chick is a whore"

Whatever, he can go fuck himself or go fuck Sunny, for all you care.

Some of their precum is hitting your face and dripping down your face, and when they're not aiming at your face, they're aiming at your tits.

And yep, some of their precum is landing on your tits, dripping down the skin on your breasts.

The room was filled with sounds of these male wrestlers in front of you masturbating their dicks as well as some of their groans, grunts and soft, quiet moans and breathing.

You slightly were inspired by this bukakke after when DX peed on the Legion of Doom's bicycles, and you want their precum and jizz to flow out of their penis heads like urine.

Not having little spurts, no, having a huge flow of cum shoot on your face and tits, like someone's bladder is full and they're emptying their bladder by taking a long piss without little pauses.

While sitting on your knees, you're contemplating whether or not to stick your tongue out and catch their precum on your tongue like a snowflake.

You opened your eyes and looked up at these wrestlers towering above you, jerking off.

They saw that you opened your eyes, what's going on?

Thought you didn't want cum in your eyes.

"Guys" you said "Should I stick my tongue out and catch your precum with my tongue?"

That rhymed, you thought. Cum with tongue.

The wrestlers in front of you heard what you had said, they thinking about it.

"Whatever you want" Bart suggested, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'll look like a dog sticking my tongue out!" you protested, pointing to your lips.

Though, you're pretty sure these wrestlers do want to see you stick your tongue out.

"Do you want to see my tongue out?" you asked them.

"I don't mind" Billy admitted.

Though, you sticking your tongue out will kinda ruin this bukkake orgy, but whatever.

Scott, Bart and Bob were indifferent, Triple H probably does wanna see you stick your tongue out.

Whatever.

Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, which made Billy Gunn and Triple H roar out these huge "yyyyyyyeaaaaaahh!"s and spread ear-to-ear smiles on their faces.

You lifted and stuck your tongue out, enough so their precum will get on your tongue, looking like when you were a kid catching snowflakes and raindrops with your tongue.

Surprisingly, no precum got into your eyes, thank goodness.

Some of it, though was dripping on top of your tongue, and when you got enough precum on your tongue, you pulled your tongue back in your mouth, the top and bottom of your mouth opening wide so the precum won't get off of your tongue thanks to your lips or teeth.

You shut your mouth and swallowed the precum, their precum running down your throat.

When they weren't aiming their dicks at your face, then they were aiming them at your tits, some of their precum getting on your breasts.

"Play with your tits a bit!" Triple H ordered you to do "Rub them!"

You lifted your hands and placed them on your breasts, where you could feel their precum on the tips of your fingers.

You began to caress, smear and rub their precum on your tits, all of the wrestlers standing in front of you observing and watching this (that rhymed).

Triple H and Billy adored this, ear-to-ear smiles plastered on their faces, roaring "yyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhhh!", even Scott and Bob enjoyed this.

Bart somewhat enjoyed this as well, a slight little smirk on his face, but he wasn't as heavily into it as Billy and Triple H were.

Triple H isn't much different from who he plays in the WWF, even when the cameras aren't rolling, Billy's quite a bit of a scamp as well.

You removed your hands off of your breasts so they could see your tits, your breasts looking oily and shiny courtesy of you rubbing their precum on them.

"Fuck yeahhhhh!!!" Billy roared, he and Triple H both way too happy about this.

They were smiling so much, their smiles could spread out of their faces like Freaky Fred from "Courage the Cowardly Dog", or those people with ear-to-ear shit eating grins in Soundgarden's "Black Hole Sun" music video.

Billy and Triple H have beautiful smiles, by the way.

You shook your tits back and forth a bit, the two of them absolutely loving this, Billy making a wolf whistle with his other hand.

You didn't invite X Pac and Road Dogg to this bukakke session, because they're both ugly.

Sadly, Shawn isn't in the WWF anymore.

Your tongue slipped out between your lips once more, sticking it out horizontally as far as it would go.

You look ridiculous but whatever gets cum on your tongue.

These wrestlers lifted their cocks up above your tongue and proceeded to jerk off above your tongue and on your face, some of their precum getting on top of your tongue.

Your tongue crawled back into your mouth, closing it once it was inside your mouth, and swallowed their precum.

While these men were all jerking off, some of their precum was spilling down their shafts, which made their cocks slipperier, easier for them to masturbate.

Some of these men were breathing quite heavily, leaning their heads back and groaning over how good it feels to pump their cocks.

You would probably like to stick your tongue out and get all of these men's precum and maybe even regular cum to be on top of your tongue, but Bob and Scott are on the sides of your faces.

While these men are jacking their cocks off in front of your face, they're trying to not let their shafts and penises touch one another.

Getting jizzed on is wonderful, but maybe you should tell which man where you want them to cum on you.

Though, you're thinking of having all of these men jizz on your face, even the men who aren't all that attractive.

Speaking of cum...

"Oh-oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" Billy Gunn exclaimed, and he groaned when he came.

His dick was pointing at your tits, and he jizzed on your chest, his cum no longer clear, but white.

While ejaculating on your face is nice, it's also equally nice for him to cum on your tits.

Pretty soon, one after another, but not RIGHT after, these wrestlers officially did cum.

Triple H came on your face and a bit on your tits.

Bob and Scott came on the sides of your face, which is where you want them to cum on.

Bart jizzed on your face.

Oh, if only these men officially ejaculated on both your face and your tits (and maybe even your mouth as well!).

Your face looks like you have melted white candle wax, lotion or coffee cream on it.

When all of the men had came, you finished them off with blowjobs, cleaning their cocks and shafts off with your mouth and tongue.

Triple H and Billy both couldn't resist shouting "suck it!!" while you performed fellatio on them, separately, as well as doing the iconic "crotch chop" that goes with that phrase.

Sometimes, while you were sucking and cleaning one cock, you moved your face over to the other cock and sucked and licked it.

You'd love to put maybe two cocks in your mouth, specifically Triple H and maybe Bart or Billy Gunn's cocks, but they don't want their dicks to touch one another!

No homo.

Though, remember, Triple H did once say "I'm many things that are bi, but lingual isn't one of them!".

And the homoerotic innuendo D Generation X had...

Billy eventually went on to be in Billy and Chuck, a tag team with a blatantly homosexual gimmick and even almost had a same sex marriage, and Billy is also someone who eventually would wear short shorts, sometimes they'd be colored pink, with kisses all over them.

Hell, they compete in a sport involving muscular, sweaty, oiled up men groping and hugging each other, sometimes they're so close to each other, their genitals touch one another, while wearing tights and Speedo's and having their faces in each other's crotches, and they're afraid of touching another guy's wang?

When this little orgy was over, you confessed to these men another idea you had in mind was them...peeing on you.

Urinating.

Pissing.

On you.

Yes, inspired by when D Generation X peed on the Legion of Doom's bicycles.

They all couldn't help but burst into laughter, some of their eyes grew wild and big, but in shock.

While it isn't as disgusting or bacteria filled as something else you do in the toilet, getting peed on is a little gross.

But pee doesn't really contain almost no bacteria.

Donald Trump is a huge WWE fan and even in the WWE Hall of Fame, and of course, there's that rumored tape of him watching Russian prostitutes pee.

If only he was to see you get urinated on by some WWF wrestlers.

But Donald is a piece of shit so fuck him.

There's also that urban legend that Shawn Michaels invited 3 ringrats to a hotel room, whipped his cock out and peed in their mouths or faces (or both).

If only he didn't have to leave the WWF!

A notorious moment in the WWF eventually was when Triple H claimed he was gonna pee on the audience, and it's implied he "pees" on the audience while the rest of DX are bunched next to him, only for the camera to shift around them and show it's Triple H just cranking a Supersoaker.

Wonder if this little bukakke session was the inspiration for that moment?

[rawiswhore]

Bart Gunn x Fem Reader- “Do The Bartman”

I'm about to type perhaps the world's only Bart Gunn fanfiction.

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In 1998, the WWF has a new look, a new logo, a new era and a vast difference to the WWF of yore.

Stone Cold Steve Austin is now the face of the company, Bret Hart, Shawn Michaels, Razor Ramon, Lex Luger, Kevin Nash, Sunny/Tammy Sytch and other 90's WWF wrestlers are gone, Isaac Yankem is now Kane, Hunter Hearst Helmsley is Triple H and no longer a classy 1800's Jane Austen gentleman, and Marlena is now Terri Runnels.

The WWF audience went from hardly holding up any signs throughout the 90's to the entire audience filled with people holding up signs and posters.

This year, you're really blown up in popularity in the WWF, making people forget about Sunny, guest starring on various TV shows, being considered for movie roles, being on the cover of non-wrestling magazines, and even making headline news.

1998 is your year.

It's the year the Attitude Era really began and blew up, the WWF began calling itself WWF Attitude and they really cranked the attitude up that year.

Even though this year there are many things in the WWF that are really going over with the audience, which includes yourself, there was something in the summer of 1998 during the Attitude era that didn't quite connect and go over with wrestling fans, even back then.

What was it?

The Brawl for All.

Where lower card wrestlers such as the Godfather, Johnny Maro, and other wrestlers that don't headline the WWF a la Stone Cold and the Rock box.

As in, do Muhammad Ali/Joe Frazer/Mike Tyson/Evander Holyfield boxing.

Except these wrestlers have almost no training in boxing and it doesn't involve ears being bitten off.

Even during the Attitude era, the Brawl for All didn't go over.

There is a certain wrestler in the Brawl for All who never did quite make it big in the wrestling world besides perhaps with the Smoking Gunns and sadly, the Brawl for All.

Who is he?

Bart Gunn.

The former partner to Billy Gunn in the Smoking Gunns and a partner in the severely short lived, one night only New Midnight Express.

Bart is the Marty Jannetty to Billy's Shawn Michaels.

Bart looks so much better now with longer hair, no facial hair, and without that cowboy look he had a few years ago.

He was pretty cute in 1996/1997, but Billy was the hotter one, and in 1998 he's gotten a lot hotter.

He looks like Val Kilmer and Randy Orton with long hair.

Since Bart has grown his hair out and shaved his face, you've gotten a crush on him, and even though he really wasn't used that much in the WWF besides the Brawl for All, now is your chance.

The Brawl for All is when people see him the most during his sexiest (in your opinion).

One night, in August of 1998, when Bart showed up for every Brawl For All, after a match he did was over, he walked back to the locker room, shirtless and completely sweaty.

When he entered the locker room, you were waiting for him in there, standing there topless, albeit a towel was hanging behind your neck and covering your breasts, and some short boxing shorts.

The camera showed you dressed in this outfit, and the males (both grown men and underage boys) in the audience offscreen got out of their seats and started cheering, going "yyyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!".

You could even hear some of those corny "wolf whistles" in the audience.

You could hear the pops from the males outside, even if they were shown off screen.

"Well, aye carrrrumba Bart" you purred, walking up to him and your lips spreading a naughty smile, rolling the "r" in the word "carumba".

"Aye carumba, indeed!" Jerry Lawler shrieked. "Don't have a cow, Bart!"

You were standing right in front of Bart, your torso pressing against his torso, he looked surprised, his eyes growing bigger and mouth breaking out in a smile.

"Bart" you said, pressing your chest on his chest and your eyes looking up at him. "You're probably the sexiest man in the WWF right now".

Though, many women will beg to differ.

"Triple H grew that facial hair" you said, your eyes looking down at his chest and your index finger running up and down his sweaty chest. "That made me lose my attraction to him".

You stuck your bottom lip out and pouted in sadness.

"He is getting a little sexier now that he's shaved it this month" you admitted. "Though he's not as hot as he used to be".

Your eyes were eying Bart's body up and down.

Offscreen, some of the women in the audience got out of their seats and cheered, agreeing with you about how Triple H did lose his looks when he grew that facial hair.

"And Shawn Michaels hasn't been here during the majority of this year" you pouted, your face looking sad and glum, your eyes looking down at the floor.

All of the females in the audience screamed and shrieked their heads off, some of them going "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaahhhh!!" and one woman shouting "You go, girl!".

"Though he has returned" Bart replied, saying that matter of factly.

Your eyes looked back up at him again, your lips breaking out into a faint little smile.

"But only temporarily" you frowned, your lips turning down into a frown (that rhymed) and your eyes looking down at the floor again.

Which is a shame, he got even sexier when he returned in the summer of 1998.

"And Billy Gunn has cut his hair!" you whined.

Why did Billy cut his hair into that silly little Backstreet Boys hair?

Plus, Rob Van Dam is back in ECW, the Hardy Boyz and Davey Boy Smith cease to exist, and even Bret Hart has left the company.

"But there is that cute little Val Venis" you mentioned, your eyes looking up at him and your lips widening your face to create a naughty, shit eating grin.

You and Val Venis are a match made in heaven, considering he's a ladies' man and porn star, and your character is a slutty nymphomaniac.

Some women in the audience even got out of their seats and cheered for you.

Many people would ship you and Val and say the two of you should form a tag team together.

Val is pretty hot, but he's kind of a butterface.

"But he's not as cute as you are" you purred, wrapping and draping one of your arms behind his head, your forearm resting across his shoulders, your voice sounding sexy and seductive.

Though your voice almost always sounds sexy and seductive, that's your character.

And speaking of Val Venis, you may as well say this...

"Bart, your last name is Gunn" you mentioned. "Does that mean you have a big 'gun' in your pocket?"

One of your hands was in between his thighs, grabbing onto his balls, although they were covered by his shorts and the camera was showing you and Bart above the forearms.

Bart looked down when he felt you grab his nuts.

He couldn't help but giggle sheepishly and embarrassedly.

"And is your gun cocked, loaded and ready to shoot?" you added.

People in the audience, both men and women, yelled and shouted when you said that.

You sounded like Triple H with his sexual innuendo in D Generation X.

Bart was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Y'know, it's fitting you're a boxer in the Brawl for All" you purred. "Because you're a total knockout".

Ba-dum-tssssssh.

No, that sound effect didn't happen, but it may as well.

That joke is a classic corny dad joke.

"I may as well say that about her!" Jerry Lawler shrieked.

The camera then zoomed in to your face, where your face turned and you looked at the camera.

"I'm about to do the Bartman" you said. "And get bent!"

Wonder if the audience remembers that song and knows what it's referencing?

Everyone in the audience got out of their seats and cheered for you, not because of the Bart Simpson references, but because it's implied you're about to have sex with him.

Nobody better lay a finger on Bart (Gunn)'s butterfinger except for you.

The camera then zoomed out, now showing your head, neck and torso as well as Bart Gunn.

"You don't have to eat my shorts, Bart" you told him, both of your hands gripping onto the elastic waistband on your hips and pulling your shorts down. "But you can eat what's under them"

The camera didn't show your vulva or below your ass, but people could see you pull your shorts down.

Everyone in the audience, especially the males, got out of their seats and cheered their heads off, going absolutely nuts.

The camera then cut away from this, which definitely disappointed the people in the audience who hoped to see you and Bart get it on.

The whole point of this was to show some Bart Simpson-related sexual innuendo.

And next year, actually, at the end of 1999, when Stone Cold Steve Austin added beer to his character and gimmick, you, in a comedic moment, gave Stone Cold a white polo shirt, blue jeans, a box of pink donuts and a 6 pack of beer.

Why?

Because he, to you, looks like a redneck Homer Simpson with his bald head and beard, complete with his infatuation with beer.

Stone Cold Steve Austin and Vince McMahon is probably the most iconic feud of the Attitude era, and when you think about it, Stone Cold Steve Austin and Vince McMahon is like Homer Simpson and Mr. Burns.

Why?

Homer and Stone Cold are bald, bearded men who love beer, and Vince and Mr. Burns are Stone Cold and Homer's billionaire bosses.