#prime time wrestling

[astralbondpro]

February 6, 1989 -

Bobby "The Brain" Heenan goes through a window while supposedly filming a movie, and Gorilla Monsoon half-heartedly comes to his aid, on this episode of WWF Prime Time Wrestling.

[theempressar]

Love Bug Quips of the Day:

BBH: it's a good thing you aren't a betting man, Piper.

RP: (bad Irish accent)Oh...but I am me lad... what would ye care to wager?

BBH(confused WTF look) ...how bout a bar of Irish Spring?!! Speak English!!

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[rebuildingrob]

Feeling Forrest Gump

What major historical events do you remember? As of this writing, I’m 49. I feel like for much of my life – and that of my entire generation for that matter – we didn’t have a lot of world events thrown at us, until we were adults. But here’s some of the bigger ones, and how I remember them The death of John Lennon – I’m reluctant to include the death of a rock star on here, but John Lennon…

[ringthedamnbell]

The Wonderful History of WWF Prime Time Wrestling

The Wonderful History of WWF Prime Time Wrestling

Brian Damage Before Raw was a thing for wrestling on Monday nights, the World Wrestling Federation aired a show called Prime Time Wrestling. Its existence and impact is still heavily felt to this day with WWF fans who grew up in the 1980’s. This is the story of a wrestling show that was looked at fondly for more than the actual wrestling that aired on it. Continue reading Untitled

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Soundwave…

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[plainblackcanvas56]

(Inspired by the gifset linked below)

[mmahypewatch]

[divinesouldariax]

have i mentioned i finished The Path We Walk here yet?

[bigredsweetiepie]

I found this video a couple of days ago and it really cracks me up. It is a Paul Bearer segment where he comically goes step by step in how to embalm someone.

(emetophobia warning, and there is animal organs shown)

[astralbondpro]

WWF Prime Time Wrestling #195 // December 12, 1988

[theempressar]

Awwww My BOBBY RABBIT 🐰🐰🐰 I'll save you from that mean ole Undertaker 💪👊!!! Poor little scared bunny 💜💜💜 I've never seen him back track and back pedal and sweat so profusely 😭😭😭

His scared little Rabbit Face 😱😱😱!!

I'll protect you 🥰🥰🥰

[littletroubledgrrrl]

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

the worst part about watching tokyo ghoul rn is that i really want to finish it today because if i dont ill probably never get around to finishing it again but also every psrt of my brain is going "i could be watching prime defenders right now"

[purplesaline]

She still loves him this much

(The diaper is because she has an underdeveloped bladder and when she gets really excited or she's playing really hard her bladder will just release and she doesn't even realize it.)

She loves him so much

[callsign-datura]

CW: pet names, oral (fem! receiving), spelling his name on the clit "c'mon pretty girl, open up f'me," simon murmurs, his lips and peachfuzz scraping against the soft skin of your thigh, up to your knee as his hands roam up and down your legs. brown eyes focus on you as you keep your legs pinned together, an embarrassed whine leaving your throat as you tilt your head to the side.

"si, you don't have to," you said quietly, looking down at him with your big doe eyes as you reach out to cup his face. he leans into it, his eyebrows knit and the corner of his mouth quirks.

"why not, sweetheart?" simon was a man of few words, but the look in his eyes was enough to make you shrink underneath it. his looming frame rises and he stands, but you keep your legs together still as he rests his hands on your knees. his size always sends your heart aflutter, but now it was beating so rapidly in embarrassment.

"i-i haven't shaved. i didn't bother once you left, so..." it's been months since he left. he came home out of nowhere, his big bulky frame caging you against the wall before wrestling you onto the bed, prime and ready show you how much he missed you. your pretty pussy was all he could think about for the days leading up to his return, and now you were denying him because you hadn't shaved? he knew you wanted him as bad as he wanted you. he felt insulted.

"hah, love," he begins, a small amused smile curling his lips as he tries easing your legs apart again. "i've been gone f' months... thinkin' 'bout you, an' that pussy of yours, and y'think i give a shit 'bout hair now that i've finally got ya where i want ya?" he cocks his head to the side, overgrown blonde hair tickling his brow as your legs finally release and fall apart, his hands going down to grip the waistband of your panties, snapping the elastic against your flesh to watch you jump before he sinks back down to his knees.

he chuckles as your face reddens and you swallow, your head falling back to avoid looking him in the eyes when you feel his lips against your inner thigh. "c'mon now. y'know me better than that, sweetheart," his lips part and he bites down gently, smirking against your flesh when you jolt again. "much, much fuckin' better than that," he chuckles in amusement as he speaks, trailing his kisses down your inner thigh and peppering soft kisses and lovebites along the fat of your thigh before stopping just shy of your pussy. "pretty little thing, aren't ya? shaved or unshaved, i'll devour ya all the same," he whispers, his voice low but carrying enough intent to make your walls flutter on nothing. he moves a hand between your legs, using his thumb to spread your lips just enough to give him direct access to your clit, planting his mouth there as his lips curl and his hot tongue darts out to lave over you.

his tongue moves in hot, slow circles, your legs twitching at the content as you squeal and writhe pathetically. the contact after so long is almost too much for your body. one of your hands plants itself on his head and runs through the untidy locks, pulling gently to guide him closer. smugly, he obliges, but not before he lets loose a grunt and a teasing, "needy girl." before closing his lips around your clit and sucks gently, applying pressure against it with the tip of his tongue at the same time as his hands cup your outer thighs.

he releases your clit with a faint 'pop', his tongue sliding out and flattening against you, dragging upward from your hole to your clit, laving once again as the mix of your slick and his spit drip down onto the mattress beneath you, leaving a mess that's only likely to grow as time goes on. "mm. missed this fuckin' pussy," he grunts, his raspy voice making your clit twitch and the heat of his breath fanning over you. you whine in response, lifting your hips, seeking more friction. you sniffle quietly beneath him, lifting your head to look at him as his gaze flickers over your body before he sinks down again. he moves a hand between your legs and rolls his middle and pointer finger against your pussy, gathering his spit and your slick before he carefully pushes them inside as he starts lapping at your clit again. your needy pussy sucks his fingers in, and instinctively, he curls them, searching for a few moments before the pads find your g-spot. the sudden pleasure makes you jolt and your toes curl as you push your legs apart and rest your heels on the edge of the bed, lewd mewls leaving your lips as he grunts into your pussy. he doesn't thrust his fingers, just rubs them against your g-spot as he laps hungrily at your clit-- like a man starved. which he was. months left without the taste, feel, scent of your precious pussy left him hungry. he shifted as he kneeled, his hardening cock in his pants making the fabric strain against him, quickly becoming uncomfortable as he continues to eat you out. he doesn't care though, your pleasure in this moment matters more to him than that.

each mewl, whine and cry that leaves your lips makes his dick twitch. he has to stifle a whine of his own. his eyes flutter open, looking up at you to find bright, eager eyes staring down at him. your mouth is open, lips quivering and red from how consistently you bit them to keep quiet. eyes dilated and wide, rolling back once he starts rolling his fingers into you.

he chuckles quietly into you, shutting his eyes again to savor the taste and squeeze of your pussy. he can feel you getting close, so he continues-- a bit faster than before. the noises of your pussy are loud, lewd and embarrassing, but his grunts are louder. you whimper pathetically as the coil in your stomach tightens and the heat falls over you. his hand is planted firmly at the curve of your hip, gripping tightly to keep you in pace as he licks hungrily at your clit, alternating between lapping and circles.

as your squirming becomes more frequent, you feel his laps become a bit more erratic. through your hazy mind you don't connect the dots yet, too distracted by the incoming pressure of your orgasm. your hips lifted and you cried out. "s-si, please! gonna cum... m'close..." and he only chuckled into your pussy, mumbling a "cum f'me sweetheart, know you can. give it to me." then he starts the pace again. you realize then after his licks become more defined, that he's using his tongue to spell his name on your clit. the thought makes you gasp, the sound low in your chest as he suddenly applies a bit more force as he thrusts his fingers into you, purposefully angling them to hit your g-spot with the tips of his fingers over and over and over again. you wail his name and your walls clench, the warmth flooding you as that coil snaps. he groans deeply into your pussy, helping you ride through it as you reach your peak. it lasts a few seconds, and you mewl and whine pathetically, fingers tugging at his hair as he continues, helping you down from your orgasm with slow licks. he withdraws his fingers from you shortly after his tongue halts, and your hands come to your face as he rises between your legs and leans over you. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, shushing you softly as his hands run up and down your sides. Your arms thread around his neck and you mumble to him. "...were you spelling your name on my clit?" a pause. his rubs stop, and he hums quietly in amusement. "maybe. 've gotta make sure you know what name to moan. seems like it worked..."

you can hear and feel the smirk on his face, and you scowl playfully, hiding your red face in your hands as he laughs into your neck. yeah, it worked. and now he was gonna continue doing it.