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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 · 4 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/

#fact or fiction #factorfiction

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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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rawiswhore · 3 years ago

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Raven x Fem Reader- "Slut Like You"

I know I'm breaking my own schedule here, but I'm posting this because today is ECW's Beulah McGillicutty's birthday.

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During the mid 1990's, when the World Wrestling Federation was really aimed towards prepubescent kids by having wrestlers play plumbers, garbage men, repo men, racecar drivers, hockey players, baseball players, cowboys, evil dentists, magicians, etc., and there was almost no blood, violence, profanity, sexual content, etc., and WCW was a childish wrestling company that had a no blood policy (where wrestlers didn't bleed), hardly any sexual content and Hulk Hogan was still playing his "say your prayers, eat your vitamins!" babyface in the 80's, ECW was a wrestling company that was the polar opposite of those other 2 wrestling companies.

ECW, which stood for Extreme Championship Wrestling, lived up to its name.

ECW was dark, edgy, gritty, violent, sexual, bloody, and even rather shocking at times.

The arena and atmosphere of ECW was pitch black and that company was vastly and strictly for older audiences.

ECW predated the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era of the late 90's, and the Attitude era has often been said and even criticized for being a copy of ECW.

One of the most predominant stars in ECW was Raven, a male wrestler whose character was a moody, nihilistic, and even sociopathic grunge brat with a troubled childhood.

He really increased in popularity as Raven, and would still play his Raven character in wrestling companies like WCW, the WWF/E, TNA and Ring of Honor, and that's what he'll mostly always be remembered for.

On ECW in 1996, there was a moment where Raven wanted a wrestler named Stevie Richards to bring him the sluttiest, skankiest, scummiest woman he could find, and Stevie brought him Divine Brown, the same Divine Brown that had a sexual affair with British actor Hugh Grant that led to him as well as her getting arrested.

Despite that Divine Brown was a prostitute in real life, Raven turned her down, because she hadn't been with enough people.

Wow.

In 1996, shortly after that moment, during an ECW episode, Stevie Richards had brought you to Raven, where you were dressed in a rather provocative outfit that left little to the imagination.

Whilst you stood in front of Raven, your arms wrapped around the sides of his neck, albeit you weren't choking and strangling him, placing your hands behind the back of his head.

Despite that you're touching him right now and wrapped your arms around him, he isn't jolting away from you.

Although, you've touched him before. Many times.

"Hey baby" you murmured and greeted to Raven, your voice husky and sexy. "I've heard that you wanted the sluttiest, skankiest cum guzzling whore you've ever met"

While you said this to him, your index finger stroked up and down his curls behind his head while your eyes gazed up and down his body.

When you nudged your body in front of his, you could feel his erection pressing through his denim shorts.

"Well, what about me?" you asked him, your eyes quickly looking into his eyes. "You know what a massive slut I am"

Oh, he knows alright.

And so does Stevie Richards.

Not only have you fucked Raven as well as Stevie, but some other ECW alumni as well: Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Chris Benoit (yes, THAT Chris Benoit. He had a stint in ECW), Shane Douglas, and even Marty Jannetty had a short lived moment in ECW.

You also thought of fucking Steve Austin during his tenure in ECW when he had long blond hair, and that Steve Austin would eventually become Stone Cold Steve Austin.

You haven't just fucked some men in ECW, but even the WWF and WCW as well, from WWF talent like Razor Ramon, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Leif Cassidy, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith, and Shawn Michaels, to some of the WCW roster like Jim Powers, Lex Luger, the Renegade and Joe Gomez.

There's more men from the WWF and WCW you've fucked, I just won't mention them.

The mid 1990's didn't really have that many sexy male wrestlers with a few exceptions.

Some male wrestlers got way sexier in the looks department by the late 90's, like Shawn Michaels, and the WWF, WCW and even ECW added some more sexy men to those companies.

Speaking of which, you eventually fucked some more hot, sexy men of the 3 most popular wrestling companies of the 90's: Christian (the same Christian from the Brood and Edge and Christian), Jeff Hardy, Chris Jericho, Val Venis, Nova, Scotty Riggs, Test, Mike Awesome, EZ Money, Scott Putski, Billy and Bart Gunn, and more.

Not only have you had sex with these aforementioned men, you've even been gangbanged by them as well.

Raven has taken part of gangbanging you along with the men in ECW you think are the sexiest.

If you could, you'd let the sexiest men in the WWF, WCW and ECW all gangbang you.

You've had many male professional wrestlers cum in your twat as well as inside your mouth and on your face and tits, in fact, you've had many male professional wrestlers standing in front of you ejaculate on your face and in your mouth as well as on your tits while you sucked their cocks and jacked them off.

You've swallowed the semen of many male wrestlers you think are sexy.

Not only have you fucked a lot of male professional wrestlers, but also a lot of men in general.

"You know what a cock hungry, cum addicted slut I am" you mentioned while your index finger twiddled with some of his curls behind his head, your voice sounding whispery and sexy. "What do you say?"

Deep down inside, you reallyhope he doesn't turn you down.

You eventually had sex with even more men than in 1996.

The side of your bare, smooth, hairless leg was nudging against his leg.

Raven, meanwhile, was staring at you, his eyes examining you up and down.

He was thinking about you and what a filthy, dirty slut you were.

He even knows how you want to be gangbanged by men from ECW, the WWF and WCW all at the same time if you could, but you can't.

Like, you'd let Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Raven, Razor Ramon, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Shawn Michaels, Jim Powers and other hot men gangbang you.

3 different companies.

The best of 3 worlds.

"You can't turn me down, can you?" you asked.

Stevie Richards, on the other hand, has been watching this, where he's been smiling and giggling hearing you.

"You've got such a big, thick, juicy cock" you brought up, your eyes staring at his crotch, where you slid your arm off of his shoulder and one of your hands moved from behind his head, where that hand gently squeezed his denim covered groin. "Mmmmmmm"

After squeezing his groin, your hand let go of his genitals and gently grasped his wrist, where you raised his hand you grabbed up to your mouth, where you slid and entered his thumb into your mouth.

While his thumb was in your mouth, you wrapped your mouth and lips around it, where you gently sucked on his thumb.

As you sucked it, his thumb was sliding up and down and becoming damp and moist due to your saliva in your mouth.

Blood was rushing to his penis and swelling it up, his cock was growing harder and longer.

He has a huge dick, and his cock was growing longer and taller.

You pulled his thumb out of your mouth by separating his hand further away from it, your hand letting go of his wrist.

"I feel something pointing down there" you whispered to him, your mouth faintly smiling whilst you nudged and leaned your body closer to his.

You seem like Raven's kind of girl.

In fact, he might want to keep you.

He still hasn't answered your question.

"I can make you feel soooooooo good" you whispered as you stared at his chest, your mouth smirking while you placed one of your hands on his chest.

Your hand stroked vertically up and down his chest, over his fabric covered chest.

"Well, do you want her or not?" Stevie Richards asked.

"I'll think about it" Raven answered and murmured.

He was thinking deep down if he wanted you or not.

"I'll be sorry if you turn me down" you manipulated with a smirk on the side of your face with your eyes looking up into his beady eyes.

"Yeah!" Stevie exclaimed, clapping his hands and smiling.

He knows what's up.

You did eventually have sex with even more men in the future, whether they're men in ECW, the WWF or WCW.

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Considering Razor Ramon/Scott Hall might die a few days from now, I want to post a fanfic about him, even though it's similar to this fanfic I posted.

#raven #ecw #90s #stevie richards

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aritamargarita · 5 years ago

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ATTITUDE || 003

hi everyone. welcome back to attitude, i hope you are enjoying the ride so far. i am getting a bunch of good feedback and it really motivates me. thank you everyone for the support you’ve given me!! i love when you guys say you like this series. mwah ily 💞💞 chapter 4 might be coming sooner than you think. we’ll see

as far as partners go , i had decided to pick da best member fit for the job…. mr monday night….love him. idk but he kinda cute lmao. barely seen any ff / imagines for him soooo,,

a bit more characters than before featured here. hope you are excited because i sure as hell am and im the one writing it! some characters have short cameos but dw, you will see them again after you switch sides. kayfabe is like borderline, i be doing it half and half behind the scenes, blurring the lines.

reader gets their nose messed up. on sum becky lynch shit lol but guess what? they r supposed to give some bde. I KNOW IT MIGHT BE A LIL CHEESY BUT LISTEN ITS FOR DEVELOPMENT !!!!

also, make sure when you finish, i left a few notes at the end and it’s lowkey important. i just didn’t wanna make the top part too long lol

alright let me stop talking ik y’all wanna read!

BACKSTAGE; 8:10 PM

Storming backstage, you slapped your hand over your mouth. When Jericho kissed you, it just made you feel all tingly inside. It wasn’t normal, that feeling was weird. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, nor was it disgust you felt.

It was a total mess, you then put your hand on your burning face. You were still hot, and it wasn’t a good look for you, being all flustered. Having already walked a bit further backstage, you had realized that you were kind of hungry. Before any other matches started that involved you, eating something would probably boost you up. Not only that, but you had a very important segment to tape. You let the crew know that you were ready after that match.

Letting out a sharp intake of air, you prayed you didn’t see Jericho in catering. You made it though, and grabbed something small. It was just an apple, but it’ll keep you going until you go back to your hotel for the night.

Surprisingly, Torrie had been there too. She had a bit more to snack on than you did though, and she lit up when she saw you.

“Already a tough night, huh?” Her voice called out, and you turned, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.

“You just don’t know half of it.” You rolled your eyes.

“I bet!” She hummed. “Come here!” Beckoning you towards her, you pulled up a chair near her.

“So, why don’t you tell me all about it, huh? We’ve got time, and plus, I heard we’re already going to the same place later.” She grabs both of your hands and held them. You didn’t mind it, but noted that she was being a little touchy.

“Right, well, you know Chris Jericho, right?” You hesitantly ask, and she takes a minute to think before catching on.

“Yeah. That one primadonna from WWF?” She guessed, and you laugh.

“Mhm. Well, if you didn’t already see, he kinda kissed me. I wasn’t sure if it was meant for the small rivalry we had but it was just too quick…”

“That’s so cute!” She says, but it seems like there was more she wanted to say. “I hope you figure it out though.” She let go of your hands and got up, deciding to make an early exit. Cleaning up her area, she waved at you.

“See you in a few. We have a segment in 15 minutes.” Torrie reminded, and you seemed a bit taken aback. Not only was it that Stephanie did not include that you had to participate in any segments/promos regarding matches, but Torrie had just up and left in a flash. Was it something you said?

But when you thought about it, you had forgotten that you had a segment regarding your own personal gain. Your partner. You were finally choosing today.

The crew had gotten set up in the hallway. and you took one last bite of your apple before tossing it in the trash and heading out.

The segment officially started with you leaning against the wall. The camera slowly panned up on you, and the crowd had a mixed response at the sight. It was natural to have that, what with you being a newfound heel and all, but the people actually liked you, not just for your looks per-say. But for your talent in-ring too.

Before you perked up to see the man himself, Rob Van Dam. The camera then switched to him, and cheers had gotten even lowder. The crowd was starting to like it.

“So you did come!” You exclaim, getting off the wall. He held up a hand to wave. You opened your arms, going to go for a hug but you retracted your arms back to your sides. Which made him look at you in question.

He seemed to be more surprised than you were. He has never really spoken to you before one-on-one. And even if he tried, you just...skittered off. At this rate, he’s given up any chance of speaking to you.

He’s heard of you and seen you in Alliance group meetings, but just never got the chance to interact.

“Wait a second,” He interrupted, and you pause. “I recognize you. You’re that [Name] girl from WCW. The one that’s all ‘easy on the eyes’..”

You then couldn’t stop a smile from appearing. You were glad he knew of you, and did he really mean it, or was it just a backhanded compliment in a twisted sense? Don’t overthink it too much...

“Wellll….” You began, twirling a lock of hair on your finger, trying to look cute at the very least.

You wondered if you could pull off being a shameless flirt…?

“—I STILL have no partner.” You insinuated, waving your arms slightly for a dramatic effect. “I’m going to start becoming desperate…” You continue, not letting him talk just yet.

“Basically what I’m saying is, let’s just cut the sweet talk okay? I want you to be my partner.” You proclaimed in confidence. “I think you are the one that will lead us to the win. Just think about it. The amount of raw starpower that would be in the ring with us together.” You then opened your arms. “Doesn’t it sound interesting to you?”

“I guess, but what’s in it for me?” He asked, and you smile again.

“Duh! Stardom. I mean, like you aren’t already one, but helping me could go a long way. We’re on the same team, and we’re fighting for the same reasons. So please. I’m begging you!” You kind of dragged it on, because you had no clue what he could benefit from it. In all honesty, it was for your personal gain. Gotta be a heel somehow.

You stuck out your hand for him to shake, and with slight reluctance, he shook it firmly.

“It’s good working with you.” You smile. He was easy to convince, a little gullible if you will.

And while you didn’t complain about how laid back and relaxed he was, you just knew…

It was going to be the team of a lifetime.

Before you knew it, you had run into another woman from the WWF side. Walking down the hallway, she was the one who approached you first.

”Hey.” She greets, giving you a small wave. She also seemed to have a small smile on her face, which made her seem quite pleasant. You could have sworn you’ve seen her before too. Her fiery red hair was very distracting, and it wasnt a bad thing.

“I was on my way back to my locker room, but I had noticed you just leaving. Remember that thing you said earlier tonight? I was impressed by someone who’s somewhat new. I’m Lita. You’re [Name], right? The one who’s gonna be in the ring tonight with me.”

“Yeah, that’s me. I was only saying what popped into my mind quickly.” You shrug it off. “But was I really decent?”

“Considering half of our team has already been talking about you here and there; I’d say yes. Word gets around.” She laughed, and you groaned. It was absolutely insane how you were the talk of backstage..

You blocked everything out as you went onto cloud-nine. This was the second time you were notified people were talking about you, and you weren't sure whether to feel nervous or complimented. Who knows if it’s negative or positive? You just hoped it was only them trying to get in your head or something along the lines of that.

Two men came up behind her, which made you look up. They must have been a stable, because one of them spoke up.

“Lita, we were wondering where you went,” One said, and the other agreed. “We needed to talk to you.”

She apologized. “Sorry, I was just speaking to [Name] here.” She turned towards you and you felt your heart get faster as both turned their attention to you.

“[Name]. Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy.” She pointed to the respective boys. One had multi-color rainbow hair, and the other had pitch black hair. It’d most definitely be easy to set them apart.

You simply wave before clapping your hands together. “Hello, nice to meet you guys.” You greet. They both greet you back in a friendly way.

Matt tilts his head. “Oh, so THIS is [Name]. I was wonderin’ who they were all raving about already. I’m curious to see if ya’ live up to the hype.” It was noticeable that he had a southern drawl to his voice. You don’t know why, but you liked that. While you felt bad for thinking it, or maybe it was just your ‘ditzy’ side shining through, all three were very attractive.

It felt like Matt did all the talking, especially since Jeff stayed quiet for a majority of the time. He did keep his eyes on you though.

You slowly felt the situation getting awkward because you didn’t know what else to say, so you spoke up quickly. “I’m going to leave you guys to it. And you, Lita,” you say, a smirk on your face. “You better bring your best tonight too.”

Lita laughed. “I’ll make sure to bring it. I’ve got enough faith in Trish anyway. See you later, [Name].”

You really could've stayed and spoken more! But no, you just had to get butterflies. It’s too bad you had places to be anyways. Maybe in the future will you all speak again.

LOCKER ROOM; 8:25 PM

As the next segment went live, people already were excited to see it. They really loved to see some WCW girls. Of course...

Torrie was applying lotion to her right arm as you and Stacy approached.

Stacy opened up her mirror to take a look at herself as you messed around with your hair a little.

“Torrie, this is going to be so easy. I mean, Trish Stratus? What does she have to offer? Just make sure you hurt her out there. If anything happens, me and [Name] will back you up.” She encouraged, and Torrie looked up with a smile.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will. What I’m going to do to Stratus tonight won’t be anything compared to what we’ll do to her & Lita at InVasion come Sunday.”

You seemed out of it and off, but it was only a front leading up to a betrayal, but you moved your attention to the two.. “It’ll be easy. From what I’ve heard, they aren’t really all that. They’re just slobs.”

As soon as you finished the sentence, there was a knock on the door. It was that referee from the match before.

“Oh! Hey Nick.” Stacy greeted, and you snapped your fingers. So that was his name!

Nick greeted all of you. “Hey ladies, I just want you to know that even though they roughed me out there tonight, I’m a team player. And if everything out there goes to plan, I will be the referee for the arm-wrestling match.”

Torrie got a little closer to the ref, being pretty touchy feely again. “Thanks!”

While she was doing that, you just stared blankly at the wall.

“We’ve got this in the bag.” Stacy said, a smile on her face. “Isn’t that right, [Name]?.....Hello?? Earth to [Name]??”

She waved her hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of it.

“Yes! Yeah. Yeah. We do.” You answer, an uneasy smile on your face.

SMACK!DOWN; 8:32 PM.

It was time to hit the ring, as you three wait backstage for your cues, there was little chatter between you girls.

It didn’t last long because you three were first, and you tried to hold a smile on your face on the way to the ring, waving to the crowd as you went.

The bell rang, and the announcer had introduced you all.

“This is an arm-wrestling challenge! Making her way to the ring accompanied by [Name] and Stacy Keibler, representing WCW, Torrie Wilson!!”

As the three of you went down the ramp and got into the ring, you let out a sigh. Keeping up this distressed act would really be worth it. You leaned on the ropes and sat on the second one in anticipation.

It was then Trish and Lita’s turn to arrive, who seemed very confident.

“Approaching the ring accompanied by Lita, Trish Stratus!”

They entered the ring, and with slight arguing, they finally set up immediately.

“Go!” The WWF referee Earl Hebner yelled. They began to arm-wrestle.

You cheered Torrie on, and the whole thing didn’t last too long with their situation because Nick, the WCW referee had hit Earl, the opposing referee, sending him crashing to the ground.

It took a second, but it prompted Stacy to easily shift their arms to the side, which let Torrie win. The bell rung signifying her win, and Torrie kissed her bicep, taunting Trish.

The celebration wasn’t too long either because Lita had speared Stacy out of anger. You watched in disbelief, taking some steps back. By that time, Trish had rammed Torrie into the corner.

You grabbed Trish and yanked her off of Torrie, which prompted you two to begin exchanging blows. Torrie, who was slumped in the corner, crawls away.

In the midst of it all, Trish had decked you right in your nose. You saw a flash of white, and she seemed taken aback as you turned quickly and crouched down. Your eyes began to water and you moved your hand from your nose to see that it was bleeding. Because everyone had to stay in character, you had to deal with it.

You don’t know what the hell happened. She could have broken your nose. All you knew was that your face felt warm. After noticing she nearly did you in, Trish was concerned and felt very guilty. Even then, you, Stacy, and Torrie had ended up being defeated by Team WWF’s women.

You three staggered out of the ring with your respective WCW coach. Heading up the ramp, you all looked back in the ring where the opposing trio celebrated.

By then, blood had already began to drip down your face, some staining your attire. You didn’t realize it was pretty bloody, but you instinctively licked your lip and was met with the taste of copper. Gross. You then wiped your nose, and it felt like it wasn’t going to stop leaking.

You hit backstage and Stacy who was distracted at first, looked at you.

“Oh my god, [Name]!” She squealed, her eyes widening. “You’re bleeding!”

It alarmed Torrie and she looked at you. “Go to the medic before it gets worse!”

You smile. “I know.” Your teeth were stained slightly with blood, but regardless you listened to them. You immediately had to hit the infirmary. Despite what happened, you kept a smile on your face. Your eyes were now on the verge of spilling tears, but you refused to cry.

Now, you sat calmly on the bed as the doctor tilted your head forward. He advised you to take it easy, but regardless you’d be okay for certain matches. That was a given though, despite anything, you had to do your job. Your nose wasn’t exactly broken, but instead bruised. Trish had damn near knocked your lights out and you snickered at the fact. He left the room to grab an ice pack.

Speaking of Trish, she opened the door. She looked at you and took a deep breath.

“Hi. [Name]?” She asked, and you nod. “I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She says, walking towards you.

“It’s fine. It was an accident, if it was on purpose, I’d be really mad.” You say, and Trish still seemed quite distressed.

“But I feel really bad. I don’t know. Sorry. This just...never happened before.” She apologized again, being unsure what to say and you shook your head.

“No worries. If you get any flak at all, I’ll make sure to put them in their place.” You assure, and she gave a small smile.

“If you say so.” She gives in, and looks at you. “Can I sit?”

“Yes.” You say, and pat the spot next to you. She sauntered over and sat down.

“Jeez,” Trish began, grabbing your face in her hands. “I really did rock your world.” She says, and you playfully roll your eyes.

“You sure did. Feel bad?” You ask.

“I already apologized. You want me to beg on my knees?” She snickers, letting go of your face.

The doctor had came back with ice and you put it on your nose.

Trish decided to get up and leave. She was able to clear the air, and because you were nice to her about it, she felt reassured. She was a nice woman, maybe you two could become friends.

You look down at your free hand, covered in some splotches of blood, and you then looked down at your shirt, covered in dried blood. It looked like you murdered somebody.

Yeah, you’re gonna be just fine.

some lil notes; hEYyyY. i know it looks a bit short sometime but the word count was like 3k ;__;. ill make up for it next chapter. besides that i wanted to say how excited and off the walls i am for the next chapter. and because of that im gonna tell you right fucking now what you should expect. even more interactions with superstars, E&C finally appears, more team xtreme action, more jericho stuff, finishing up tonight’s matches, possible hotel interactions and stuff. i was also thinking of involving reader’s match in chapter 5, and eventually maybe going into detail a little about her wcw run. i think also what i like the most is the custom move set i could make combining moves. i usually like to describe matches if it isn’t boring..

i know a few underrated superstars and stuff, like i have a lot of plans for this series like im already planning our future chapters hehe

once again, i thank you for reading, i will see you next time. ;)

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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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