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stevethehairington · 5 years ago

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Oh I love their first kiss but now I’m very curious, what idea did you have for how to rewrite it? 😃

well, as a writer one of my favorite things to write is The Buildup to a certain moment, and that got me thinking about the kind of buildup that would exist if Mickey like took his time with the kiss, i guess. and don't get me wrong, i love their first kiss too, and i think it was very fitting. but oh man could you imagine the breathtaking tension that would've existed in that moment if it hadn't been just a quick peck? like, god, the buildup would've been electrifying man. the palpable nerves, the exposed want and the vulnerability of it, the determination to make it happen because fuck if Mickey Milkovich is going to be one upped by some graying rich asshole who likes to buy Ian room service, god forbid (but also because, fuck, Mickey's determined to do something he wants to do even if it's terrifying, and he's determined to look that fear in the eye and say fuck you im not scared of this)

and so i was thinking what if Ian says his whole "he isn't afraid to kiss me" line and that sticks with Mickey, and he can't stop thinking about that, and he's terrified about the idea of kissing Ian because of what it means, but also he can't stop thinking about it. and the more he thinks about it the more he realizes that it's something he wants to do, like really fucking wants to do. and of course that terrifies him, but also he's not a pussy. and he's not going to let himself be afraid of that, especially not if Ian's grandboyfriend isn't afraid of it. he wants to show Ian that that old fuck isn't better than him or whatever.

and so i thought what if the whole robbing Ned's wife thing never happened or maybe it did and it went smoother idk that part isn't so important, but basically. that van kiss never happened and so instead Mickey maybe asks Ian to meet him at the dugouts one night, and he does this because he's going to do it. He's going to kiss Ian Gallagher. but then as he's about to leave to meet him he gets nervous. and he wrestles around with the idea of following through with it or not. in the end he goes, but he's late. and he thinks Ian might have left, might not have waited for him. but then he sees Ian leaning against the chain link fence, and Mickey can see the moment when Ian spots him and Ian huffs at him about being late or whatever but he's not angry and Mickey's kind of awed i guess? because... Gallagher waited? in the cold? for half an hour? for Mickey? and Mickey pointedly Does Not think about what that means. maybe he has a six pack or smth and he uses that as an excuse as to why he's late? and maybe they fuck first or maybe they don't idk, but they end up lying in the grass, staring up at the moonlight and it's quiet but its a comfortable quiet. and Mickey's In His Head and maybe Ian notices? or makes a comment about Mickey thinking too hard or something and then he's like no seriously what's up, is everything okay? and that's when Mickey decides he's going to do it. and so he rolls onto his side, and he looks at Ian. studies him. and this would be where that sweet sweet tension filled buildup would be because Ian would look over and he'd see that Mickey looks nervous almost and he'd try to ask whats wrong again maybe, but Mickey would cut him off and just be like shut up just shut up, i want to... i need... there's something i need to do so just shut up and let me do it and Ian would nod and he'd shut up and he'd just watch Mickey with those stupidly big green eyes and Mickey's heart would be hammering in his chest so hard he thinks it might bruise him from the inside out and he feels like a teenage fucking girl getting so wound up over kissing some boy, but god this isn't just some boy is it? it never has been. and he like shuffles closer to Ian, and he wouldn't touch Ian, but he'd get close, and he'd be able to clock the exact moment that Ian realizes what's about to happen, and im undecided but there's two ways this could go:

either Mickey could lean in, and Ian is stock still next to him, like he's afraid that one small movement could send Mickey running- and who knows, it could, Mickey doesnt even know. But then their lips are ghosting against each other's and Ian's breath hitches, and Mickey screws up his courage and his eyes flutter shut and he presses into it. And they just melt against each other, and it feels like a dam breaks in Mickey.

Orrrrrr it could go like this: Mickey leans in, and he hesitates, but then he darts in and kisses Ian. And its quick, just like the van kiss, its barely even a real kiss. and Mickey feels so nervous, like he could throw up or something and isn't that something, but he's still hovering above Ian and he's not moving and neither is Ian. they're just kind of looking at each other, Ian's eyes searching his, and it almost feels like everything is suspended in air. but then Ian's hand is coming up to cup the back of Mickey's head and guide him back down, and Mickey goes, he goes so willingly, and then they're crashing together again, and Mickey's inhibitions are shot to hell as he gives himself over to it, and his fingers find their way into Ian's hair, gripping tight, probably too tight, but Ian isn't complaining, isn't doing anything but kissing him.

and that's sort of all I've got in terms of what would happen! I haven't thought up of a way to end the potential fic, or what the aftermath would look like, because there definitely would be an aftermath. for both of them.

but yeah! thats what my little 'ol brain thought up the other night at like 2am lol.

#asks #ninjapirateunicorns #gallavich #shameless #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #i do want to write this as a fic eventually lol so hopefully ill be able to make it happen!#this got long and rambly i apologize lol #when i start talking about an idea i tend to just gush until its all out and it may not even be 100% coherent sometimes djsjsk #anyways.#i love thinking about all the different ways first kisses can go #i think its super fun to imagine how canon can be changed or how it couldve happened in a parallel universe w a different ian and mickey #mack writes #also i cant decide which kind of kiss i like better for this out of the 2 version i described bc like they both appeal to me v much #id love to hear other opinions on that part especially!!

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wrestlingisfake · 5 years ago

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Impact Fake Rankings, 7/14/2020

Men’s singles division - babyfaces

Eddie Edwards

Sami Callihan

Rhino

Willie Mack (Impact X division champion)

Crazzy Steve

Suicide

Men’s singles division - heels

Ace Austin

Moose (self-proclaimed “TNA world champion”)

Madman Fulton

Chris Bey

Johnny Swinger

Rohit Raju

The officially sanctioned Impact Wrestling world title has been on ice since the coronavirus pandemic started--first because titleholder Tessa Blanchard chose not to travel, and then because Impact released her and vacated the title. The belt will be awarded to the winner of Austin vs. Edwards vs. Trey vs. a mystery entrant on July 18.

In the meantime, Moose has unilaterally "reactivated” the TNA world title. Technically that championship was never defunct so much as it was renamed to the Impact world title. But Moose’s gimmick now is pretending that it’s a separate lineage, and that he’s defeated all the wrestlers from the TNA era, so he’s the “real” world champion.

I’ve listed Suicide here, although he’s a weird case. Usually one of the wrestlers on the roster plays Suicide in addition to their own gimmick, and in kayfabe they’re separate people. When more people were watching and covering Impact, it was an open secret who was under the mask--for example, Caleb Konley played the part until he left the company in 2019. Now the character is back but Konley seems to be gone, and nobody who would be able to figure it out seems to be paying attention. So for all I know Suicide and Crazzy Steve are the same guy, but whaddya gonna do?

Men’s tag team division - babyfaces

The Rascalz - Trey & Dez & Wentz

The Deaners - Cody Deaner & Cousin Jake

TJP & Fallah Bahh

Men’s tag team division - heels

The North - Ethan Page & Josh Alexander (Impact tag team champions)

Reno Scum - Adam Thornstowe & Luster the Legend

XXXL - Acey Romero & Larry D

Trey is being pushed hard in a feud with Ace Austin, but for the time being he’s still being billed as part of the Rascalz rather than breaking out for a true singles run. We’ll see if that changes in the next round of TV tapings.

The North are set to face the new odd couple team of Ken Shamrock and Sami Callihan on 7/18. If the challengers lose then I expect the team will be a one-and-done; of course if they win they’ll be champions and stuck together for a while. I have a hard time imagining any of these other teams being serious competition for the North or Shamrock/Callihan. Then again, it’s been widely reported that Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson are on their way here.

Women’s division - babyfaces

Jordynne Grace (Impact women’s champion)

Kylie Rae

Su Yung/Susie

Havok

Neveah

Alisha Edwards

Women’s division - heels

Deonna Purrazzo

Taya Valkyrie

Rosemary

Kiera Hogan

Tasha Steelz

Kimber Lee

As it happens they’ve been doing a couple of two-on-two feuds (Kylie & Susie vs. Valkyrie & Rosemary, Hogan & Steelz vs. Havok & Neveah). That’s not enough teams to build a tag division around, but I could see Impact deciding that it is. Back in the day they had a women’s tag championship, and since WWE has one now they’d probably love to remind everyone that they did it first.

No TV matches in 30 days: Jacob Crist, Katie Forbes, Ken Shamrock

No TV matches since March: Madison Rayne, Raj Singh, Rob Van Dam, Shera, Tenille Dashwood

Part-timers: Gama Singh, John E. Bravo, Konnan, Tommy Dreamer

Rayne, Shamrock, and Dreamer all have matches set for 7/19.

Crist is in a weird place right now. At the last set of tapings he turned on his brother Dave Crist to join Joey Ryan’s “Cancel Culture” faction. Now Ryan is gone, and he can’t even reset by undoing the turn because Dave is gone too. Forbes and Rob Van Dam were also in Cancel Culture, but it’s not clear how they can really continue with Crist without being an uncomfortable reminder of Joey Ryan.

I would guess that pandemic-related travel restrictions have sidelined the Desi Hit Squad (Gama, Raj, and Shera), Dashwood, and possibly Konnan. But there hasn’t been a lot of hard information about that sort of thing from promotions that actually get news coverage, let alone Impact.

Contract status unclear: Hernandez, Crimson, Jax Dane

Unless Impact puts your profile on their roster page or tweets that you’ve been signed to a contract, nobody really knows if you’re a freelancer or locked in. Hernandez has appeared in arm wrestling vignettes for weeks, but those were probably all taped in one day, and there may be zero plans to follow up with him.

Inactive

Daga (international travel restrictions)

Rich Swann (right ankle - fracture)

The last I heard about Daga goes like this: He and Tessa Blanchard are engaged and residing in Mexico. Blanchard didn’t want to come to the US to drop the title because, as a US citizen, she wasn’t sure she’d be allowed to re-enter Mexico. This hasn’t caused any heat between Impact and Daga, apparently, but the travel ban stuff probably affects him in a similar manner.

Swann’s ankle injury was nearly six months ago. I’m guessing he’s healed up by now, although with the weekly TV taped so far in advance he probably hasn’t had a chance to return to action. If he’s ready, I’d expect to see him no later than the 7/21 episode of Impact.

#impact wrestling #fake rankings

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r3albeatergang · 5 years ago

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I must have been five years old the first time I discovered pro wrestling. My earliest memories were asking my mother to let me stay up late enough to watch Thursday Night SmackDown on UPN. In a tiny piece of section 8 in the middle of West Bronx. I think it had to due with a mutual love for superheroes as a child. For two hours once every week, I got to see wars of superheroes live in my shared bedroom. It was a nice escape for a kid to have. Bad guy cheats, good guy wins. Everyone loves the hero. Everyone hates the villain. Simple enough for a five year old to understand.

My first favorite wrestler was Goldberg. Even if you never saw the stuff, you knew Goldberg was the prototypical wrestler imagined in your head. Staggering. Juiced to gills. Tribal tats and all black spandex. Screaming and sweating his bald ass off into a microphone. You saw this guy walking down a street, you know what the fuck he does for a living.

A little while after my introduction to SmackDown, I picked up on enough to know who was who and what was what. Why heels were violent. Why babyfaces put so much on the line every week. My new favorites tended to be smaller wrestlers that could make me laugh or get an ooh outta me from their Cirque de Soleil acts. Booker T. Rob Van Dam. Eddie Guerrero. Chris Jericho. These were the ones I felt could be a bit more relatable to someone standing 3 feet tall. I could tell most of them would be Marvel guys because they never shut up. Always had some catchphrase to hock on a t-shirt. Vivid costumes, music blaring through the CRT speakers, Mortal Kombat-style finishing move. How couldn’t I love this?

I moved from project housing to the suburbs of North Carolina when I was seven. Culture shock wasn’t big enough a word to describe my life. Too much adjustment to new circumstances meant I couldn’t keep up with wrestling world anymore. So it fell out. I heard kids on the metal slides of recess talk up a big game about John Cena but I was too out of orbit with the rest of the world to keep up on anything outside my new home.

I remember what brought me back into that orbit. I got off the bus from an exhausting day of fifth grade. I check into my family’s mail sitting next to our apartment’s front door. A catalog ad for junk television shows and movies new to HBO. Then I see it. Royal Rumble 2008. A 30-Man Free for All! Long story short, I was crash landing on wrestle world and I had no intention of leaving.

Four years later, I was in deep on mark life. 10th grade wrestling encyclopedia. Could tell you the history of the WWF, WCW, ECW, Total Non-stop Action, Ring of Honor, WrestleMania, Starrcade, CM Punk, Bryan Danielson, I was in deep. But to be honest with you, I was getting so bored of WWE by this point of my life. Following stories didn’t reward me. My favorites would do nothing of interest. Title matches were meaningless. Worst thing? It didn’t feel cool anymore. It was never cool, but more in that nerd cool. Like Toonami or cape movies. But now my wrestling didn’t have either. It was just this three hour addiction to mediocre fights featuring guys that didn’t give a shit anymore. I had my eye on other promotions across the States and worldwide but nothing was the same.

Fast forward to two months ago. I’m twenty-three at this point. Shackled in quarantine during the worst plague of a lifetime with my girlfriend by my side and my studies behind me. Nowhere is safe. Lockdown meant stay home and find some new way to entertain myself. I went through every comic I owned, half my video games, binged all five series worth a damn on Netflix until I decided....”Shit. I haven’t seen a match in forever.” An insight into New Japan Pro was the single spark I needed to get back deeper in the hole than I ever had been. Now I learning the history of puroresu from Rikidozan to Kazuchika Okada’s five time IWGP title reigns. I could sit through 70 minute matches commentated in a language I don’t speak a bit of like it ain’t shit. For the first time though, I knew I wasn’t looking at this like comic books. I was a 20something dork watching wrestling and analyzing that shit like it’s film school. It is. Maybe that’s why I’m obsessed. Maybe this stuff is theatre for proletariat. I’m not that quite far up my own ass, give It another year. Maybe Shakespeare was wrestling before it was Shakespeare. In an age where a Tarantino can riff on tropes for Westerns and get auteur praise, I’m never sure why wrestling can’t do the same. Maybe when we’ve collapsed into a post-plague apocalypse we’ll look at ancient Youtube clips of Bret Hart vs Stone Cold and wonder how a society that sophisticated fell so far into abyss.

In conclusion: there’s a straight line between Chekov and Curry Man vs Shark Boy.

#wrestling

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fromtheringapron · 5 years ago

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ECW Anarchy Rulz 1999

Date: September 19, 1999.

Location: The Odeum Expo Center in Villa Park, Illinois.

Attendance: 6,000.

Commentary: Joey Styles and Cyrus.

Results:

1. Lance Storm (with Dawn Marie) defeated Jerry Lynn.

2. Jazz defeated Tom Marquez via disqualification.

3. Nova and Chris Chetty fought Simon Diamond and Tony DeVito to a no contest.

4. Three-Way Dance: Yoshihiro Tajiri defeated Super Crazy and Little Guido (with Sal E. Graziano).

5. Justin Credible (with Jason) defeated Sabu (with Bill Alfonso).

6. Three-Way Dance for the ECW World Heavyweight Championship: Mike Awesome (with Judge Jeff Jones) defeated Taz (champion) and Masato Tanaka to win the title.

7. ECW Tag Team Championship Match: Raven and Tommy Dreamer (champions, with Francine) defeated Rhyno and Steve Corino (with Jack Victory).

8. ECW Television Championship Match: Rob Van Dam (champion, with Bill Alfonso) defeated Balls Mahoney.

My Review

Anarchy Rulz ‘99 takes place at a noteworthy point in ECW history. The promotion launched a cable show on TNN a month before the event. Normally this would be a cause for celebration, a major accomplishment for such a renegade promotion that persisted in the war between the WWF and WCW. However, ECW’s relationship with TNN was rocky from the start and its downfall would be one of the key components in hastening the promotion’s demise. They were also soon to lose its reigning heavyweight champion Taz to the WWF, who they’d been banking on to be a featured star on the TNN show. Stranger days were definitely ahead.

Perhaps reflective of the time period, the show itself is all over the place. It’s enjoyable enough, but there’s a lot of strange booking that totally loses me. It probably doesn’t help that I didn’t really watch ECW in its prime. A lot of it is presented to me completely removed from the context. Brawls transition into matches, matches unravel into brawls. It’s all pretty jarring to watch if you’re more familiar with the structure of, say, your typical WCW or WWF pay-per-view of the time. It also probably doesn’t help that ECW pay-per-views tend to not reveal a whole lot of backstory to the matches on the card. There are some scraps you can piece together in regards to the storylines of the time, but don’t expect the cinematic hype packages of your average WWE production that’ll help clue you in.

As for what works, I enjoy the opener and the two three-way dances quite a bit. The three-way for the ECW World Heavyweight Championship makes the bold choice to write out Taz minutes in, which results in us getting a taste of the Mike Awesome/Masato Tanka feud that continues to receive heaps of praise to this day. Amazingly though, in the trend of strange booking on this show, it doesn’t close out the night. The show lingers on for another hour or so, instead ending with a TV title match to showcase Rob Van Dam. It’s not a bad match or anything, but it can’t help but feel like a flat way to end things.

What really jumps out at me watching this show is that ECW seems to be peaking in terms of popularity and production values. From a commercial perspective, this is one of the most successful shows in the promotion’s history, especially in terms of attendance. The Odeum Expo Center may not be the grandest venue in the world, but it’s a major upgrade from the hole-in-the-wall venues of yore. ECW’s production always looked rough, and the promotion always prided itself on that, but things look much more polished by this point. We’re getting a product that still looks gritty as hell without it seeming they only have a budget of five dollars.

Overall, Anarchy Rulz ’99 sees ECW reaching some serious highs, with a feeling that things are soon to fall apart. There’s plenty of anarchy, and some of it is pretty fun, but there are definitely points where you’ll wish for a bit more order.

My Random Notes

So Cyrus decides to prove he’s brilliant and intellectually superior to everyone by culturally appropriating the bindi. Do I have that right?

Sad sign of the times: Simon Diamond cuts a promo about how women are only good for T&A and the crowd agrees.

I don’t think I’m breaking any new ground here by noting, but it’s amazing how often ECW equates “being extreme” with “being misogynistic and homophobic.” None of this shocks me, mind you, but it’s nonetheless aged appallingly. All the jabs thrown at Dawn Marie in the opening bout alone tells you everything you need to know. Also, how many times does the crowd chant about a male wrestler sucking dick?

Nova is dressed like he’s ready to joust for legions of tourists at the Excalibur Resort in Las Vegas. Tony DeVito, meanwhile, is dressed like he just finished some yard work around the house.

Amazing how many guys here would make up WWE’s mid card in the early to mid ‘00s. Super Crazy vs. Nunzio is definitely something that happened on Velocity once or twice. I don’t have proof, but I’m convinced it happened.

Who the fuck is Johnny Smith? Who the fuck is Judge Jeff Jones? Who the fuck is Tom Marquez?

I always roll my eyes at ECW using insider terms like “heat” or “getting over” or some shit. I’m sure it’s probably something that was seen as clever or edgy back in ’99, but it only makes me think about the cringe-worthy worked shoot garbage Vince Russo loves.

Slightly off-topic, but all the talk about ECW on TNN got me thinking about Roller Jam, which is a show I thought I just imagined but am happy to know it was real. I dare you to check it out. You’ll never dog the acting in professional wrestling ever again.

#ecw #wwe network #rvd #taz #wrestling #90s wrestling

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closetofanxiety · 6 years ago

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Mania Madness: Who’s Here for Enzo

I had gone back and forth on whether to go to WrestleCon. On one hand, there will never be a Wrestlemania closer to where I live, and as a wrestling fan, it feels like I should probably take in at least a sample of the carnival atmosphere. On the other, I didn’t really want to go. I’m never sure what to say at things like this. “Great wrestling you did many years ago, Arn, really superb”? I’m self-conscious at the best of times, and standing in front of, I don’t know, Sgt. Slaughter while he signs a picture is not necessarily the best of times.

Mark finally prevailed on me to go, partly because he said he’d drive to Stamford, where we could take the train into Manhattan. Mark is a good dude. He had a list of people he wanted to meet, and I had a list. We were going to do this. We were going to meet some old wrestlers and spend too much money and probably have to wear multiple wristbands.

We walked from Grand Central up to the Hilton on a beautiful spring day in Manhattan. I recommend this. You feel like you’re part of the great flux of modern humanity, strolling the New York streets, noticing things you’ve seen in movies or prestige television shows, wondering why the cops are blocking off the cross streets with bike racks. Was … was there a wrestling parade?

(No, thank God; a Scottish parade, it would later emerge.)

The Midtown Hilton is probably the nicest hotel WrestleCon will ever be held in. This is not to disparage hotels in New Orleans or Tampa or wherever, it’s just to say there’s a certain standard for Hilton hotels in Midtown Manhattan, and that standard is: high. I’m not sure what the non-wrestling guests thought about the thousands of people in black t-shirts wandering the halls, clutching shopping bags full of boxed action figures. Maybe they didn’t think anything of it; maybe they just assumed it was a New York thing. That’s what we thought when we saw a bunch of guys in kilts at Grand Central Station. Turns out they were in town for a parade.

Our first Wrestling Celebrity sighting of the day: Corey Graves and Renee Young, passing us on the escalator as they left WrestleCon. I wish I had made some kind of quip, or earnestly asked Corey to tell me the Rules of Punk, but I just kind of gawked. Story of my life, really. And now I’ll never know how to be a real punk rocker.

We were too late for Corey and Renee, but just in time for Pancakes & Piledrivers, entry to which came with our $35 tickets. The show was running late, and we both realized we didn’t want to stand around for another tardy indie show, so we saw, over the course of the morning, maybe three minutes of Pancakes and Piledrivers. On the bright side, it was packed. Lots of other people were ready for pancakes and, yes, piledrivers.

If you’ve been to any kind of fan convention, you know what this was like: big rooms (three in total) full of tables set up where you’d approach the celeb (or, you know, “celeb”), fork over some cash, and pose for a photo. There were also some vendor tables, but surprisingly, not too many of those. I was hoping for someone selling vintage memorabilia, but there were only a couple of action figure guys and one table selling inflatable hardcore match weapons (like, inflatable garbage cans and ladders … no, I don’t know, either).

This was a lot of fun, though, because there were so many famous wrestlers and wrestling-adjacent people that it felt like a cough-syrup dream you’d have after falling asleep in the midst of a chronological viewing of every Royal Rumble. Bill Apter! The Rock ‘n’ Roll Express! Sabu! Magnum TA just kind of hanging out! The woman who had the “Face Fuck Me Finn” sign at a Takeover a few years ago, who I would later discover now works as a wrestling manager!

This was not a typical fan convention where you’ll find, like, three or four wrestlers, one of whom is always Tony Atlas (although, to be sure, Tony Atlas was at WrestleCon). This was scores of wrestlers, including some really famous ones, all standing around, waiting to endure a meeting with you, the public.

Mark and I reasoned that we should probably track down the wrestlers who we imagined would have long lines first. This was a reasonable strategy, but as it turned out, none of the people we wanted to see had long lines. In some cases, no lines at all. Masato Tanaka? No line. Atsushi Onita? No line. Gail Kim? No line. Scott Steiner? No line. Arn Goddamn Anderson? NO. LINE.

Now, in some cases our timing was just good, showing up after a line had thinned out. But I was astonished, over the course of the day, at who had long lines and who did not. For the record, the longest lines:

Bret Hart (of course)

Shawn Michaels (sure)

Ric Flair (obviously)

Scott Hall (I guess)

Kevin Nash (fine)

Rob Van Dam (huh, OK)

Christian (eh)

Eva Marie (wait)

Enzo Amore (OH COME ON)

Rob Van Dam’s line never seemed to get shorter. It was insane. We were there for hours, and every time we’d pass the part of the hall where RVD was, there would be a huge line of people snaking around corners. Meanwhile, Sabu, the Sandman, and Francine were all standing around looking at their phones half the time. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I like Rob Van Dam. But if you’re going to wait in a long line, are you going to wait for the Whole F’n Show or are you going to wait for Ric Flair, who recently had a brush with death? Or Bret Hart, and you could ask him about his favorite subject, the Montreal Screwjob?

Sgt. Slaughter didn’t have a long line. Ricky Steamboat didn’t have a long line. Road Warrior Animal didn’t have a long line. I’m probably showing my age, but these dudes were big stars to me.

Jesse Ventura had a moderate line. Not as long as Eva Marie, who was right next to him. Mark got his picture with Ventura, and asked a question about “Predator” that delighted the former Minnesota governor, who talked about it so long that his minion taking the money hissed at me to move things along. Buddy: you go right ahead and tell Jesse Ventura to shut up.

That was the most memorable interaction we had over the course of the day. I made Scott Steiner chuckle with a joke about his match with Swoggle, but he could have just been polite. Mark had wanted to solve a Nitro Girl-related mystery (listen, inquiring minds wanted to know), and was able to talk to some of the Nitro Girls to get the straight scoop.

I did like watching the wrestlers interact. Sgt. Slaughter, wandering around because no one was in line for him, pretended to put Steamboat in the Cobra Clutch. “I never could get out of that hold,” Steamboat said. Arn Anderson came over to shoot the breeze with Ventura. Moose, who I don’t even think had a table there, excitedly came over to the Rock ‘n’ Roll Express to get his picture with Morton and Gibson. Mantaur is apparently really good friends with Billy Jack Haynes. The whole thing had the feel at times of a really weird class reunion, and I kind of wished there had been panels or something, where we could hear, say, Ventura and Arn and Ted DiBiase tell old road stories or something.

The crowd was pretty much what you’d expect: wrestling super fans from all over the world. Lots of different accents and languages being spoken. I didn’t really draw any incisive observations about our human family from any of this, other than to note that Vampiro didn’t seem to have a single non-Mexican fan come up to his table, but it was nice to be in a series of big rooms with people whose love of this goofy industry briefly transcended barriers that normally separate us. Also, lots of replica belts. So many replica belts.

In the end, I’m glad I went. I got to meet Gail Kim and Arn Anderson and Ultimo Dragon, among others, and it was a nice day in the big city. I’m also glad that from now on I will feel absolutely no pressure ever to attend another Wrestlemania weekend again.

#Mania Weekend #show reviews #makin towns

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d2kvirus · 3 years ago

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29/10/21 Fact or Fiction

Statement #1: You care about WWE and AEW’s weekly TV ratings. FICTION - The only people who seem to believe that AEW's TV ratings are the most important thing to scream about ever tend to be people who apparently have no identifiable personality trait other than "I'm going to shit on AEW in the comments of this article", often in articles which make no mention of AEW (but that isn't important right now...), except of course when Dynamite was flattening NXT in the ratings for months on end when apparently ratings didn't matter all that much because of reasons

Statement #2: A wrestler over 40 is past their prime. FICTION - Look at DDP for the most obvious example of why this isn't the case, as the guy hit his prime once he turned forty, or for another example how Minoru Suzuki or Shawn Michaels aged like fine wine and some of their very best work came once they'd passed the big 4-0. Obviously there's some wrestlers who clearly are past their prime once they hit 40, for one example off the top of my head Rob Van Dam, but it's not age which makes a wrestler past their prime - it's the mileage

Statement #3: Orange Cassidy would be better off in WWE. FICTION - Oh boy, imagine what Vince and Pritchard could do with Cassidy if they got their hands on him...so, no, Orange Cassidy would not be better off in WWE

Statement #4: During the COVID lockdown era, most of the empty arena TV shows put on by the big companies were lame and uncreative. FICTION - Ironically not having fans allowed some companies to flex their creative muscles and think outside the concept of there being a ring in the arena where matches would take place until they had reason to cease, for example WWE ran the Boneyard Match and Firefly Funhouse Match while AEW created Stadium Stampede and ROH started to really go back to basics and their TV product dramatically improved as a result, all matches they simply wouldn't have booked in the first place if their thinking remained firmly in the box. Were there a lot of filler shows in that period? Of course, but there were plenty of filler shows in The Back Before Times when there were crowds in the arena, just as there's plenty of filler shows now that crowds are back and we're supposed to believe that pretending the pandemic would disappear is going to magically make it go away

Statement #5: Heel turns are better than face turns. FACT - While there's countless examples of a face turn being the highpoint of somebody's career, for example Virgil turning face on Ted DiBiase is highlight of Virgil's entire career, but no face turn has ever become so engrained in wrestling lore like Shawn Michaels standing aside as Marty Jannetty threw himself through the barbershop window, or Hulk Hogan revealing himself as the third man, or CM Punk telling the ROH fanbase the story of the old man and the snake, or Larry Zbyszko blattering Bruno Sammartino with a chair, and so on

Statement #6: Everyone should subscribe to IWTV and watch Uncharted Territory every week. FACT - There's something to be said about watching somebody grow as a performer before your eyes, going from somebody who has potential they haven't realised to the moment something clicks and they grow into a performer you want to watch more of, and that's something Beyond Wrestling certainly does, and they're not the only company on IWTV that do that, plus their Life Of videos with the likes of Daniel Garcia, Trish Adora, Lee Moriarty et al give an interesting look at people working their way up in the wrestling industry

https://411mania.com/wrestling/411-wrestling-fact-or-fiction-wwe-aew-tv-ratings/

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aritamargarita · 5 years ago

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this series is too fun to write. i will be debuting golden era fic eventually. see i wanted to integrate the invasion ppv in this chapter but...

I AM SO UPSET TUMBLR GAVE ME TBE LIMIT. I HAVE TO SPLIT THIS INTO TWO PARTS THIS IS OUTRAGEOUSsss

will upload ch 6 as soon as i wake up. it’s 6:06 am and im tired but what do yall expect from the ceo of uploading at cursed hours??? i have so many interactions clumped together. im talking steph, triple h, edge, jericho and more. bc miss [name] officially moved to wwf, more people get to bother speak to her.

HOTEL ROOM; 11:34 AM

You were all pumped up today.

Having woken up at 8 am sharp, you had to do another show. Today was finally when you’d have your very first match. It’s been a couple of months since you’ve been out in front of a crowd, but you still knew your ways around the ring. Creative never told you who it would be though, so you were sure they wanted to keep it a surprise all around.

Torrie was awake too, unfortunately. It’s how you were here now, sitting on the bed painting each others nails as if it were a sleepover. She’s been treating you like a Barbie doll ever since 9. Not that you minded really.

Kinda.

“See?” She asks. “Isn’t this great, [Name]?”

“Yeah, yeah..” Rolling your eyes playfully, you grabbed her hand and painted the rest of them pink. “Try not to mess them up. I worked hard.” You say.

She tittered, trying not to move much. Her free hand had already been painted and all dried up. “I’ll do my best.”

Finishing up, you blew on them and let her hand go, which made her hold them up so they could dry a little faster. “Alright.” You say. “Now don’t come back to me for a week.”

“I know you don’t mean that. Not to your very best friend, no.” Torrie says, and she was right. You were only messing around.

“You think this place has decent breakfast?” You ask, and Torrie tapped her chin in thought.

“Maybe. You should go check and bring me something back.” She says.

“Anything for you, Torrie.” Jumping off your bed, you headed out. It was a pretty nice hotel though. Not too shabby. At least it wasn’t as janky as a motel.

“Oh, [Name]. You’re staying here too?” A voice came, and you turned to see Lita opening her door about 3 away from you.

“Small world.” You joke and she smiles tiredly. “I was going to see if there was anything else to eat. Caaare to join?”

Lita nodded slowly. “I don’t see a reason not to.”

The both of you sluggardly moving women headed to the lobby.

“I think I’d destroy some eggs right now.” You say, and Lita chuckled.

“Oh yeah?”

Later on, you did destroy some eggs, as they were pretty good and not too tacky. They didn’t taste too...artificial?

Earlier, an egg had gone down the wrong pipe, causing you to hack and sputter. Lita thought it was hilarious, but you thought you were going to perish.

You gave Torrie what she had wanted earlier, and you parted ways with Lita. You noticed other certain superstars were staying in the same hotel, but none of them you really talked to. You stuck by your guns, they would have to approach you first.

....Now you just wanted some cereal. The egg situation has made you completely bitter.

There really wasn’t anything else to do until later.

HOTEL; 4:00 PM

You were super anxious. The show was not officially until 7, and you wouldn’t have to officially leave your room until about 5 or so, but you’ve got goosebumps just thinking about going out there.

You were ironing your ring gear like crazy. It (thankfully) hasn’t even messed up from how intense and vigorously you were doing it. The way you paced around the room was even making Torrie nervous.

“Try to relax.” She tried to coax, but it didn’t really work.

“I don’t know. I’m just really really nervous. Maybe I’ll get a positive reaction or something. Or not. I’m heelish, so...” You began to blabber nonsense.

“Hey, [Name].” She came up to rest her hands on your shoulders. “Take some deep breaths. You’ll be fine!”

You did such, inhaling in and out slowly. You were sure you’d be fine. You shouldn’t worry about it.

Torrie held up your gear. “This is really cute, [Name]. It fits your style.”

BACKSTAGE; 6:00 PM

As you sat on a box in the hallway, you fiddled with your nails. You held up your hand and someone stepped into your vision. However, your hand obstructed your view.

“[Name], right?”

You lower your hand to see Shane McMahon, owner of your brand, WCW.

“Oh. Hello. Mr. McMahon.” You greet casually, though you felt quite awkward since he was considered your superior. Then again, the two siblings seemed to flock to you quickly.

“Just Shane is fine,” He clarifies and had given you a grin. “I’d like to speak with you about some things if that’s okay?”

You hop off the box. “That’s fine.”

Shane then offers you his arm. “Shall we?” You give him a coy smile, nodding. It masked your nervousness though.

“We shall.” You hold his arm and the two of you begin walking down the corridor, linked together.

“I’m sure you’ve already spoken to my sister, Stephanie, but since I’m the specific owner of WCW...I’d like to ask you a few things.”

“A few things?” You repeat, turning your head to look at him.

“Yep. It’s just about what you did in WCW before you came here.”

Oh boy. That sure was a doozy. You did a ton.

Your beginning was like two years ago. Practicing for many smaller promotions at the time and making sure your craft was perfected. At the time, you were not really interested in the WWF. The underdog, WCW, was what caught your eye the most. The people there were so unique, so profound and underrated.

You needed to give it a chance, or rather it needed to give you a chance.

You could remember your very first match with Kimberly Page about a year after your rough start. On that very day, you understood that wrestling truly HURT. Sure you would never take it for granted and be in it for the television time, but it seriously had you hurting for days. Bruises included.

Luckily for you, Madusa had been endorsing you from day one on the sidelines. Since you came to and from the WCW power-plant school, she didn’t let up on you one bit. She seemed to like coaching the new bloods, and would encourage you even after leaving with bruises.

You could also remember your segments with Miss Hancock. The two of you had a very formidable rivalry that people were pretty interested in. It was always ‘on sight’ with you two. Always backstage fights and so-called cat fights on the outside of the ring. Before it could truly be explained why you two had burnt ends, you two were cherry picked to be in the invasion and the storyline was wiped completely after she was officially Stacy.

Well, you couldn’t forget first cameo on WWF. It was infiltrating a match between Trish and Lita months before. You had jumped the barricade as instructed and rushed the ring to pummel Lita who was already on Trish in the corner. Good times. Everyone you met at that time was very kind to you. Probably cause’ you knew your stuff.

“....That’s all, really. There’s more but you’d probably get bored.” You smile, slowing down. Shane slows down as well.

“To be frank, I wouldn’t get tired at all. That’s pretty interesting actually. I’m glad we have another heavy hitter on the women’s division.”

“Another? Is the other one Jazz?” You ask. You knew her from ECW. Shane nodded at you and you were proud that you did your research before hand. No doubt, she was good.

“Just don’t look down on Torrie and Stacy though. They’re more than just looks.” You wag a finger.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got my eye out. It was nice speaking to you [Name]. But I’ve got business to attend to.”

“Okay. See you later then...Shane.”

BACKSTAGE; 6:45 PM

“Ugh! I can’t stay still!” You jump in place, walk around in circles, and your teammate Rob looks up at you from his stretching position.

“Take a chill pill, [Name].”

“I don’t know who we’re up against! I can’t chill! I haven’t been in a ring in months! I’ve stretched and jumped around like a million times, but I’ve got butterflies...!”

“You’ll do fine. It’s not a big deal.” He says. “Why don’t you sit down?”

Ignoring his statement, you completely drone on about something else. “Hey! What could be our official team name? What about...a portmanteau of our names?”

Rob shrugs. “I’m fine with whatever you choose.”

Before you could respond with a snarky comment, the door opens, and it’s a member of creative. You freeze, staring up at them.

“Thanks for waiting you two. The show‘s starting soon so we’ve got your card right here. You will be officially going against Lita and Chris Jericho.”

That shut you right up again. You ended up having words at all.

“Awesome.” Rob spoke up. “Thanks man.”

They nod and head out. You were still speechless. Of course they did that. Of course they put you against Jericho. Creative saw what happened. Lita was fine, you adored her because she was pretty damn cool.

But him? No way.

You finally sat down and put your hands on your head. This match was going to give you a run for your money.

“Look who finally sat down.”

“Shut up.”

The show officially started. You could watch the circular screen backstage and see the pyro go off in the entrance ramp. You were the first match of the night, which was nerve wracking and yet relieving at the same time.

SMACK!DOWN; 7:10 PM

You skipped down the ramp in a slightly cocky manner. You reached out your hand to some fans but snatched your hand back. It was pretty typical. Your partner was already in the ring, and as was your opponents.

You were the last to enter. Despite your jitters, you kept your smile and cocky demeanor. You headed into the ring and kept your distance, standing by Rob.

....

No way he was.

There was no fucking way he was doing this.

“WHOA, HOLD ON A....” You squealed as you felt your lower body be yanked up, and then struck with pain as Jericho twisted over you, putting his iconic submission on you. You did not realize it would hurt that bad. Witnessing it was a whole other story though, you underestimated this move for sure. He had to have been rubbing it in your face. The last time you technically had escaped when he planted a kiss on you instead of reigning his terror.

When it’s intergender, anything goes.

It seriously hurt your back though, holy hell. Rob wasn’t there to save you as he was knocked down by that dumbass earlier. You refused to tap out to him. It would be so embarrassing and it would only fuel his ego.

You clawed at the mat trying to reach for those damned ropes, but holy hell. It felt like it was way too far. It hurt so bad that you just had to lay there and groan. Maybe Jericho just liked seeing you in pain, as sadistic as it sounds.

You would crawl toward the ropes but he would drag you back into the center of the ring, all the while you suffer.

“HOW DOES IT FEEL!? C’MON, [NAME]!” He would scream at you, and you would yell back in pain.

Fortunately, Rob was able to recover. Rolling back into the ring, he had kicked Jericho down which made the blonde release the hold and give you mercy. When they headed out of the ring exchanging blows, Lita slid into the ring to fight you. The crowd seemed to perk up at this. They already enjoyed it when you two got tagged in earlier, but since you two were somewhat similar and were popular within your respective companies, it was kind of a dream match. You two were going to steal the show.

In other news, it was a damn relief he let you go. You held your aching back but then took your hand off as you and the red-haired woman initiated a lock up rather quickly.

“You okay?” She asks, and you made a ‘mhm.’ noise.

“I’m fine. Let’s keep going.”

At your confirmation, she released the hold and had kicked you in your stomach which caused you to keel over. Lita ran to the ropes, bouncing off of them to run back, you immediately stood up to give her a quick clothesline.

Lita hit the mat and she seemed to have been down long enough for you to go down and pin her. She did kick out at a late 1 though.

You stood up, feeding off the crowds energy and mocked the fiery red-head. Dramatically throwing up the Hardyz hand sign as she did when she was on the top rope, you grabbed a handful of her hair again. It was evident you were dominating this match.

At least, that’s what you thought. Lita had reversed the situation on you, elbowing your stomach from her knees.

It causes you to release the hold on her hair, and she recovered quickly to deliver a hurricanrana on you. It flung you across the ring, and you were already out of breath since you all have been going at it for a while.

Staring at the arena ceiling, you breathed heavily, catching your breath.

This was something you enjoyed. This was your first official match with Lita but you had already loved working with her. She was one hell of a worker.

When you felt her pin you, you kicked out at a late 2.

....

You were sure that you had to wrap this up quickly as the match was heading on 12 minutes. Hell, as tired as you both are, this should have been over already. Picking up the fallen Lita, you hit a nasty DDT on her before quickly dropping on top of her to pin her.

The sweet sound of the “1, 2, 3!” hit your ears when the bell rang. You stayed on top of Lita to whisper a small ‘thank you.’ and got up, happily jumping around the ring.

Referee raised you and Rob’s hand. Tonight, you both were the winners. Tired and slightly fatigued, you gave him a hug. He hugged you back tightly.

Alliance was going to take it all. You were the victors. This was all yours.

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littletroubledgrrrl · 4 years ago

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- “Sexercise”

Professional wrestling is known as sports entertainment, especially the WWF, which would eventually be known as the WWE, which stands for World Wrestling Entertainment.

Keyword: sports.

Besides steroids, sports involves a lot of athleticism as well as exercise and working out.

And of course, pro wrestlers exercise in the gym.

Since joining the WWF in 1996, you've seen some pro wrestlers exercise in various gyms and exercised with them even.

Gyms have locker rooms, a place you've had sex in with a few pro wrestlers.

In 1997, there's some wrestlers who are starting to get so much hotter and sexier in the looks department, though others are starting to lose their looks and leave the company!

Since you've exercised at a few gyms with these wrestlers as well as did other things, you have an idea.

In June of that year, both the WWF and WCW exercised at Gold's Gym in Venice Beach, California, and that's mostly a wonderful thing.

Why mostly? I'll tell you later.

After you exercised for a little while, you walked up to Shawn Michaels, the sex symbol of the WWF, who was busy walking on a treadmill.

You told him an idea you had planned in mind with him, and he loved your idea.

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

You looked around the gym, trying to find other wrestlers you wanted to do this plan with, until your eyes caught that wrestler you wanted.

You walked up to that wrestler, who was busy lifting weights or doing some bench presses or whatever, exercising, and told him an idea you had involving him.

Did he love your idea? Yes he did!

Some other wrestlers could see you talking with that wrestler, and seeing you talk with these wrestlers, they knew something was up.

When you talked with each wrestler you wanted, you entered the ladies locker room first, which was luckily completely empty.

Though, you wonder if you should do it in the ladies locker room or men's locker room.

Some of these other wrestlers, but not together, walked into the ladies locker room, which hopefully other wrestlers busy working out won't see.

Some of them actually could see you enter the women's locker room, wondering why there are a few men walking separately from one another and entering the ladies locker room.

After you got undressed and some of these other wrestlers you invited had pulled their shorts down, you were sitting on Davey Boy Smith's lap, where he was sitting on the end of a bench in the locker room, your back was right in front of his torso.

His cock was up your asshole, and you were bouncing and riding up and down his shaft, his hands were holding onto your hips as you rode him.

Shawn Michaels was in front of you, where he thrust his cock back and forth, in and out of your pussy hole.

This was before Shawn told Davey Boy he wanted to win the match Davey wanted to win to dedicate it to his dying sister.

The former Billy Gunn was now known as RockaBilly and he had his blond hair back, which is a good thing, and his erection was pointing in your face, where your fingers were wrapped around his shaft, pumping and jerking off his dick.

Rob Van Dam was standing on the opposite side of RockaBilly, his erection was pointing in your face as well, and your mouth was busy sucking on his cock, your mouth and lips going up and down his shaft.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Jeff Hardy were standing at both of your tits, their erections pointing at your nipples, where they rubbed the tips of their cocks around in circles on your areolas as well as jacked their cocks off.

They didn't jerk each other's cocks, as in Hunter jerking off Jeff's cock and vice versa.

You love having sex in the locker room, especially getting gangbanged, it gives you as well as these wrestlers the feel of being in a porno.

You just hope what you're doing in the locker room won't get you and these other wrestlers arrested for indecent exposure, but you're all doing this in privacy.

People get naked in locker rooms all the time.

Actually, you have thought of doing it on one of the exercise equipment in the gym, though you really might get arrested for indecent exposure, so will maybe these other wrestlers as well.

You regret that you didn't have an orgy in a gym's locker room back in 1996 with some other wrestlers you thought were sexy then.

While you were busy sucking on Rob's cock, precum was spilling out of the slit of his penishead, but of course, your mouth was there to swallow his cum.

Rob was leaning his head back, his eyes rolled to the back of his head over how good this feels, but he was still trying to look at you as well as your tits bouncing.

Precum was spilling down RockaBilly's shaft, helping make it slipperier, but some of his precum was splatting on your face, and that's what you really want.

RockaBilly, too, was leaning his head back over how good it feels to masturbate him.

Hunter and Jeff were leaning their heads back, their eyes rolling to the tops of their heads.

Luckily your eyes were closed thanks to one man's cock up your pussy and another's is up your asshole, and the feel of their cocks inside you made your eyes close.

Your face turned over to RockaBilly's cock, where you proceeded to start sucking on his erection, swallowing his precum on his shaft and dripping out of his slit.

Even though RockaBilly is getting hotter and sexier again, while you're sucking him off, you're imagining you're sucking RockaBilly in April of 1997, that's the hottest he's ever looked so far.

Your other hand wrapped your fingers around Rob's shaft, where you proceeded to pump up and down his shaft, your fingers feeling the precum that trickled down it.

Your hand pointed his cock to your face, although his penis was pointing at your face already, it wasn't really necessary.

Blood was filling up your clitoris as you were getting fucked by two men and was giving one man head while jacking another one off while two other men were rubbing the tips of their cocks in circles on your areolas, all of these wrestlers surrounding you are so hot and sexy.

Meanwhile, while Jeff and Hunter were rubbing the tips of their cocks in circles on your areolas over and over again, their precum was spilling down your tits as well as their shafts.

Despite Jeff and Hunter being so much hotter than Rob and RockaBilly in your opinion, you made them rub the tips of their penises in circles on your areolas because your nipples and areolas are very sensitive, and having two sexy men rub the tips of their cocks on very sensitive parts of your body is wonderful.

It isn't just your nipples that are sensitive, their penisheads as well as their shafts are sensitive as well, although these men in this gangbang's shafts are sensitive in general, and this is a huge joyride for all of them.

Hunter's hair was hanging down completely, no little braids tied in his hair, no ribbon tying his hair into a ponytail, just letting his long beautiful locks hang down.

As you were riding up and down Davey's cock, your tits were bouncing.

These wrestlers surrounding you were watching you ride and bounce up and down Davey's cock, they had ear-to-ear smiles plastered on their faces, loving seeing your tits bouncing.

While you were busy getting fucked, your moans were filling up the locker room, they could distinctly be heard from outside the room.

Some throaty, gravelly groans were even filling up the locker room and could be heard.

Wonder if people working out in the gym can hear you moaning?

Or even worse...Shawn, Billy, Hunter, Rob, Davey and you weren't in the gym and haven't shown up for quite a while, where could they be?

Though, you actually don't mind if people are watching you get fucked by who you think are the sexiest men on the WWF roster.

Speaking of moaning, when you were sucking on Rob and RockaBilly's cocks, separately, you were moaning while their dicks were in their mouths, their shafts feeling your breath on the side, which felt so good for them.

Jeff and Hunter didn't also just rub the tips of their penises around in circles on your areolas, but suddenly rubbed them up and down your areolas instead.

Some wrestlers working out in the gym were concerned.

Where's Shawn? Hunter? Why haven't they shown up?

One wrestler getting a drink of water by the fountain could hear some moans coming from the women's locker room, sounds like someone having sex.

You actually kind of wish some other WWF and maybe even some WCW wrestlers could join in on your gangbang, except they could jack their dicks off on your face.

Maybe next time, it could even be now.

One wrestler from WCW ended up walking into the women's locker room, only to find you having an orgy with various other WWF wrestlers you've fucked.

His eyes grew wild seeing that, so much, he rushed out of the locker room and told some other wrestlers that you're getting fucked in the women's locker room.

Other wrestlers probably knew you were getting fucked in the locker room, some didn't bother, others wanted to see it.

Pretty soon, some other wrestlers did see you having an orgy with various wrestlers, which made their eyes pop out and jaws drop, others had ear to ear smiles seeing them, roaring "yyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaahhh!" and pumping their fists.

Wonder if any of them are gonna pull their cell phones out and call the police?

You're really tempted to ask some other wrestlers now to join this gangbang and jerk off on your face, but they probably can't see your hand motions asking you to join.

Plus, you're picky about who you want to have sex with.

You should've asked this before you had this orgy!

Davey wants to put his hands on your breasts and caress them, so does Shawn, but they're gonna end up getting sperm on their fingers and hands.

However, Davey did proceed to start sliding his hands up and down your body, you could feel tingles of his hands when they ran up and down your body.

Jeff and Hunter (as well as probably some other male wrestlers) probably wanna suck on your tits, and you regret you didn't let them suck your breasts, but whatever.

Having you go through so much sexual pleasure by having someone's cock brushing in and out of your twat while another person caressed your body while thrusting in and out of your anus (and two men were rubbing the tips of their dicks in circles over and over your sensitive areolas), all of this felt so good, that you cried and yelped out so loudly you officially came on Shawn's cock, the tip of his penis drenched in your gooey, salty white cum, your clitoris thumping like a heartbeat.

But, it isn't over until all of these men cum.

Hearing you let out that high pitched cry and other wrestlers in front of you seeing your face scrunch up, that means you must've came.

Speaking of Jeff and Hunter, they've been on your tits for long enough, so your fingers slipped off of Rob and RockaBilly's shafts, only for your hands to reach out and wrap your fingers around Hunter and Jeff's shafts instead.

Your hands gently pulled Hunter and Jeff's shafts towards your face, which made their feet walk a bit.

They knew it was their turn next, and RockaBilly and Rob knew now it's their turn to play with your tits.

Rob and RockaBilly shuffled a bit towards your breasts, walking sideways, whereas Hunter and Jeff walked sideways until they stopped when they were next to your face.

You leaned your face into Jeff's cock, letting his penis enter your mouth, wrapping your lips around his shaft.

Your other hand was cranking up and down Hunter's shaft, jacking him off.

His shaft was slippery thanks to his precum dripping down it, but that's okay, actually.

Not only had it dripped down his shaft and gotten on one of your breasts, some of it shot out of his slit and got on your face, which is what you want.

RockaBilly and Rob had their erections in their hands, nudging the tips of their cocks on your areolas, where they ran the tips of their penises in circles over and over on your areolas, their shafts in the palms of their hands, jerking their dicks off.

RockaBilly and Rob were staring down at your tits, glazed in white precum, precum dripping down your breasts looking like melted candle wax.

Those wide ear-to-ear smiles were still spread across their faces, staring and looking down at your tits.

While you were sucking off Jeff Hardy, your mouth was sucking his precum on his shaft and swallowing it once it transferred to your mouth, gulping down precum that poured out of the slit of his penishead.

While you sucked him off, while Jeff was pretty hot in May and June of 1997, you were imagining you were performing fellatio on Jeff the way he looked in February of this year, how HOT did he look that month?

You couldn't decide what man to suck off first, they're both so hot!

Pretty soon, you heard Davey release a very throaty groan from his mouth, his eyes tightly shutting and his hands gripping onto your hips.

Yep, he came inside of you.

And he was the first one to cum in you.

You want to suck off Hunter before he officially cums, so you shifted your face to where Hunter's cock was, Jeff's cock exiting your mouth.

Hunter's cock poked into your mouth, where you began to suck his cock, swallowing the cum off of his shaft and dripping out of his penishead's slit, your lips circulating around his shaft.

Your head bobbed up and down his shaft, your mouth going automatically up his penis from you sucking his cock.

Your hand on Jeff's cock, however, continued to pump up and down his shaft, aiming his cock at your face.

Your eyes were closed just in case Jeff cums on your face.

Some of Jeff's precum did get on your face, while other precum trickled down his shaft.

Like the other men, yes RockaBilly and Rob did lean their heads back over how good it feels to masturbate, only to lift their heads up and look down at their cocks.

They weren't the only ones, Hunter and Jeff, too, did this, although Hunter and Jeff did try to keep their heads up and look at you.

Despite that Davey jizzed inside your asshole, you're not quite sure what to do, even he doesn't know what to do.

If he should still fuck you even though he came inside you, or get someone else to fuck your asshole.

Hmmmmm...

"Hey y/n" Davey said, tapping your arm with the tip of his index finger.

You're busy right now getting fucked, you can't really talk with him now.

He figures you're getting banged now, so...

Pretty soon, another throaty groan was heard, his eyes tightened and his mouth grimaced looking like he's in pain.

That throaty, gravelly groan came from RockaBilly, who came on one of your breasts.

RockaBilly's cock was getting more flaccid after he ejaculated, and you don't know what to do with him now that he's came.

You should've talked with him and the other wrestlers about this before you got fucked.

You'd love to have Jeff and Hunter's cocks both inside your mouth at the same time, that way they can both cum in your mouth, though it would also be awesome if they both came on your face.

One by one, but not a few seconds after the other, many various pro wrestlers jizzed on you or inside of you.

Shawn came inside your pussy, releasing a very gravelly groan out when he came, Rob was after him, exclaiming he's gonna cum only to follow that shout with his slit releasing his jizz, and Jeff and Hunter were the last ones to cum.

Hunter came inside your mouth whereas Jeff jizzed on your face.

Yep, after they all came on you or inside of you, it was over!

For them, anyway.

When you opened your eyes, you looked and noticed some wrestlers from WWF and WCW looking at you.

You figured that they were watching you, you could hear the roars and cheers coming from them.

Davey pulled you off of his lap, his flaccid penis falling out of your anus, your asshole having cum dripping out of it.

When Shawn pulled his cock out of your twat, cum was seeping out of your pussyhole.

And ppcocaine calls herself a cumslut, HA!

You actually let Shawn rub the tip of his cock on both of your areolas, but you didn't let Davey do it because his cock has been dirtied by your anus.

Before you could have sex with the new few men, you cleaned Jeff, Hunter, RockaBilly, Rob and Shawn's cocks by sucking them, in that order, but you didn't give them all blowjobs at the same time.

You didn't suck Davey's penis because, again, his penis has been up your germy asshole.

Once all of their cocks and dicks were clean, you saw Brian Pillman and Scott Taylor looking at you, and you invited those two to join you.

They were both excited to bang and fuck you, Brian walking up to you with his signature shit eating grin.

You wanted to confront other wrestlers who might be exercising in the gym, hopefully they'll say yes.

You told Davey to go talk with Bret exercising and tell him you're waiting in the locker room for Bret to fuck you in an orgy.

When Davey told Bret, he heard the sex noises coming out of the locker room, and he figured you were having sex in there, and if it wasn't you, it was Sunny.

Bret reluctantly did join in on your little gangbang, he shouldn't be such a putz and be okay with you fucking.

One wrestler you wanted to join you from WCW was one called Lex Luger, who was once hyped as being the next Hulk Hogan in the WWF, but that didn't go over too well.

You soon were having Brian fuck your cunt with his cock while you sucked off Scott Taylor and jerked off Lex Luger, then vice versa, whereas the tip of Bret's penis was running in circles on both of your areolas, fucking you like the previous men did.

You eventually let Bret get a blowjob and handjob from you.

Could these men have squeezed between Rob and RockaBilly getting blowjobs and handjobs while Hunter and Jeff were rubbing the tips of their cocks in circles on your areolas, and vice versa?

Maybe.

While you were sucking off Scott, while he is pretty cute, you were imagining he was someone hotter, like Shawn.

Brian was acting no different from the nutcase he plays in the WWF.

You know you and these wrestlers have a job, but you wish you could have all of the sex you wanted, even if you were busy having to rehearse lines and they were busy rehearsing matches and their script.

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Reading the one star reviews for Cardi B and Megan thee Stallion's "WAP" on iTunes as well as the recent comments for ppcocaine's "DDLG" music video, people are leaving comments saying things like "this is musical pornography!", "what's wrong with this generation of women?", "this generation is going downhill!", etc.

Imagine if they read my fanfiction, which is set in the 1990's?

My fanfics, especially the ones involving orgies, are arguably way more sexually explicit than "WAP" and "DDLG" could ever be.

Though, "WAP" is the biggest song in the world and perhaps the #1 song of this year, and "DDLG" is blowing up in popularity and those are things that are mainstream.

#wwf #shawn michaels #hunter hearst helmsley #jeff hardy #rob van dam #rockabilly #davey boy smith #90s #1997 #fanfiction

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littletroubledgrrrl · 4 years ago

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At the end of 2019, I created my own female pro wrestling original character who looks like early 90′s French Canadian singer Mitsou. I created her because I used to want to look like Australian pop singer Kylie Minogue and in my fantasies, I used to imagine looking like Kylie.

I’m pretty sure I created my female pro wrestling OC because Kylie Minogue looks like (and probably is) someone who wouldn’t be into pro wrestling (though, I doubt Mitsou likes pro wrestling).

However, I used to have a crush on 80′s comedian Sam Kinison, who was so overweight he didn’t really have a neck, and I used to fantasize of Kylie with Sam!

I have regretted having a crush on Sam Kinison though.

I have thought of wanting to introduce Kylie to Rob Van Dam because she had a sexual affair with Jean Claude Van Dam, who Rob looks like and got his name from.

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theultimatefan · 5 years ago

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Goldblum, Levi, Guttenberg Q&A’s, Cosplay, Live Podcasts, Creative Panels Head Programming At Wizard World Chicago; Most Included With Any Admission

Q&A sessions with Jeff Goldblum (Jurassic Park, Independence Day), Zachary Levi (Shazam, “Chuck”), Steve Guttenberg (Police Academy franchise, Cocoon), Cary Elwes (The Princess Bride, “Stranger Things”), Henry Winkler (“Happy Days,” “Barry”), Chris Sarandon (The Princess Bride, Nightmare Before Christmas), and “Charmed” (Holly Marie Combs, Brian Krause, Drew Fuller and Billy Zane) plus Kelly Hu (“Arrow,” “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles”) and more, workshops, cosplayer and comics creator sessions, adult and kids costume contests, live podcasts and more highlight the programming offerings at Wizard World Chicago, Thursday through Sunday at the Donald E. Stephens Convention Center. Most programming is included as part of the standard event admission and is in addition to the live entertainment options (dancing, music, etc.) all weekend.

Some highlights of the more than 200 hours of panels scheduled to date include:

Group sessions with “Buffy” stars Amy Acker and Emma Caulfield (Saturday, 11:30 a.m.); “Charmed” foursome of Combs, Krause, Fuller and Zane (Saturday, 12:30 p.m.); “Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles” voices Rob Paulsen, Barry Gordon, Cam Clarke and Townsend Coleman (Friday, 4:30 p.m.); “The Orville” cast Scott Grimes, Mark Jackson and Kelly Hu (Friday, 5 p.m.); “Heroes” foursome Greg Grunberg, Adrian Pasdar, Jack Coleman and David Anders (Saturday, 1:30 p.m.); The Nightmare Before Christmas stars Sarandon and Ken Page (Sunday, noon); “Arrowverse” trio of Hu, Matt Ryan and Teddy Sears (Sunday, 11 a.m.); Classic TV greats Winkler, George Wendt and Brad Savage (Saturday, 3:30 p.m.); “Batman vs. Superman” Kevin Conroy and Dean Cain (Saturday, 4 p.m.); and The Princess Bride reunion with Elwes & Sarandon (Saturday, 5 p.m.)

CONversations with Levi (Friday, 2:30 p.m.), Goldblum (Saturday, 3 p.m.), Guttenberg (Friday, 2 p.m.), Winkler (Friday, 3 p.m.), Powell (Saturday, 5:30 p.m.), Dan Fogler (Fantastic Beasts, Saturday, 2:30 p.m.) Mark Sheppard (“Supernatural”; Saturday, 1 p.m.), Melissa Joan Hart (Sunday, 1 p.m.)

Pro wrestlers Honky Tonk Man and Rob Van Dam (Friday, 4 p.m.) and “Women of Wrestling Torrie Wilson, Lillian Garcia, Lisa Marie Varon and Katie Forbes dish on their favorite ring promotions (Saturday, 1:30 p.m.)

Disney Trivia panel with Walt Before Mickey star Thomas Ian Nicholas (Rookie of the Year, American Pie), moderated by Handbook for Mortals author Lani Sarem and Samm Levine (Saturday, 6 p.m.)

Creator sessions with industry superstars Mike Watson, Kurt Lehner, Joe Wos, Mostafa Moussa, Jeremy Clark, Stuart Sayger, Gavin Smith, Josh Lyman and more

Blood Drive by Versiti Blood Center of Illinois, all weekend

Podcasts hosted by Seth Everett (Hall of Justice, Sports with Friends) and Mo Lightning (WrestlingAudio.com, 97.7 QLZ host); 3 Geeks, Plus Ultra My Hero, Toys Were Us Podcast tapings and Paranormal Podcasting panel by Hysteria 51, Blurry Photos, Freak of the Week, Bob After Dark and Blastropodcast

Interactive Workshops hosted by experts in Cosplay Foam Building/Foamsmithing; Intro to Sculpting; Intro to Resin Casting; Intro to Drawing; Cosplay Posing & Photoshoot; Cosplay Painting & Weathering; Worbla/Thermoplastics Cosplay (additional ticket required)

Psychologist Travis Langley will be on hand doing deep dives into fan favorite topics including "Supervillain Psychology: Who Wants to Be the Bad Guy?" "Broken Superheroes: Inside the Minds of Spider-Man, Batman, Jessica Jones, Deadpool, The Umbrella Academy and More!" and several others

Author Trevor Mueller will be doing three instructional panels - one on self-publishing, one on crafting fictional worlds and one on making webcomics; James Morris and Jared Bartemeyer will also conduct writing panels

Trivia panels on Family Guy & The Simpsons, Marvel vs. DC, Princess Bride, Stranger Things, and horror movies, plus daily Singo with FreeN’ Fun Bar Bingo

Fan- and industry-based panels on subjects ranging from Game of Thrones, geeks and depression, DC Movies, Black Panther, Dragonball Z, horror film characters, props, audio drama, the MCU phase 4, animation, Disney, Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, toy hunting, pop culture & comedy, dating, underground comics, tabletop games/D&D, brand building, webcomics, positive fandom, diversity in comics, streaming app and more

The Enchanted World Of Rankin/Bass Productions With Official Historian/Biographer Rick Goldschmidt

Kids programming all four days (and Kids 10 and under are free every day with paid adult)

World-famous Wizard World Adult Costume Contest, Saturday at 7:30 p.m. and Kids Costume Contests on Saturday and Sunday at 2 p.m.

Cosplay with special guests Hendo Art, Thousand Faces, Papa Bear, Galaxy Amethyst, LadyDragon Creations, Shield Labs, Wulfgar Weapons and CosAwesome Studios, throughout the weekend

Unless noted, programming events take place in the designated General Programming Rooms or show floor stages at the convention center. VIP tickets or additional costs may apply to ensure access to select activities, as noted.

A full list of Wizard World Chicago programming is available at http://wizardworld.com/programming-entertainment/chicago (subjects, guests, times and rooms subject to change).

Wizard World events bring together thousands of fans of all ages to celebrate the best in pop culture: movies, television, gaming, live entertainment, comics, sci-fi, graphic novels, toys, original art, collectibles, contests and more. The eighth event scheduled on the 2019 Wizard World calendar, Chicago show hours are Thursday, August 22, 4-9 p.m.; Friday, August 23, noon-7 p.m.; Saturday, August 24, 10 a.m.-7 p.m.; Sunday, August 25, 10 a.m.-4 p.m. Kids 10 and under are admitted free with paid adult.

Wizard World Chicago is also the place for cosplay, with fans young and old showing off their best costumes throughout the event. Fans dressed as every imaginable character – and some never before dreamed – will roam the convention floor and participate in the famed Wizard World Costume Contest on Saturday evening.

For more on the 2019 Wizard World Chicago, visit http://wizd.me/ChicagoPR.

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