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[kliqrulez]

Something I made and never got around to posting it.

FYI I was gonna put Bret in this (instead of taker) but I couldn’t find a good clip of him and Shawn 🥲😭

Anyways… here it is…

[take-taker-taken]

Hey there! Asking for a fic Undertaker/ Shawn Michaels.

Celebrating a milestone: birthday, anniversary, official retirement, etc.

Xoxo

Hey, look @theundertakeriscoming - I finally finished your ask! Have some lovely fluff ☺️

Anniversary Surprises

The bed is moving and Taker frowns as it stirs him from sleep. Why is the bed moving? He cautiously cracks one eye open and the outline of his husband fills his vision. As he comes fully awake he becomes aware of Shawn’s gentle weight across his hips as the blonde straddles him and he rubs a hand across his eyes.

“Good morning, sleepy head! Rise and shine!” Shawn grins and then drops down on to all fours, catching himself on his hands before dropping a kiss on to the tip of Taker’s nose.

“What time is it?” Taker mumbles, reaching out to grope around on the bedside cabinet for his watch.

“Just after six,” comes the reply and then Shawn bounces in position like an excited puppy. “I didn’t want to waste a single hour of today.”

Taker frowns, letting his watch drop back on to the cabinet. “Why? What’s today?”

Shawn’s grin doesn’t falter as he chirpily replies, “Our anniversary, silly!”

The bigger man feels a cold chill race down his spine and his brain goes into instant overdrive. Anniversary? Today?

“I mean, not our anniversary anniversary,” Shawn adds, seeing Taker’s look of consternation. “But it’s the anniversary of our first date and that’s worth celebrating, right?”

Taker breathes a quiet sigh of relief as he smiles and stretches. “Sure; what did you have in mind?”

Shawn gives him a cheeky wink before tumbling off and diving beneath the covers. “This, for starters,” comes his muffled reply and Taker smiles again as he feels the blonde’s lips against his thigh.

“No arguments here,” he mutters quietly, settling one hand behind his head and snaking the other one down to find Shawn where it soon meets the waistband of his sweats and he rubs his thumb in lazy circles on the golden skin.

Half an hour later he’s still laying there, fairly sure that Shawn has managed to suck his brains out through his dick. The blonde is sprawled across his chest, lazily tracing the tattoos on his right arm with one finger. Sensing impatience will not be long in surfacing, Taker plants a kiss on to the golden locks.

“I need to go shower - got any other plans for today?”

Shawn grins and nods. “Absolutely. Go get your shower and I’ll head downstairs and start breakfast.” As if on cue, Taker’s stomach growls and the blonde giggles as he’s dragged up and has a kiss planted on his forehead.

“I’ll be down in 15 minutes,” Taker says, untangling his legs from the covers.

Shawn sees the bigger man off to the bathroom with a slap to his ass, quickly jumping out of the way of retaliation and then heads downstairs.

When Taker wanders into the kitchen 20 minutes later dressed in his own sweats and a t-shirt, he’s greeted by a bare-chested Shawn wearing a tall, white chef’s hat embroidered with ‘Chef Michaels’. It had been a joke gift that Taker had given him not long after they got together and he’s secretly pleased that Shawn kept it.

“Is there any coffee?” Taker asks as he wanders over and slips his arms around the blonde who’s busy whisking eggs in a bowl.

“Fresh pot just brewed,” Shawn replies, tilting his head back against Taker’s shoulder so that he can claim a kiss. “Pour me some, too?”

Taker kisses him again and then relinquishes his hold in favour of caffeine as he fixes them both a cup and adds the usual dash of cream to Shawn’s.

“So, what made you decide that the anniversary of our first date needed celebrating?” Taker asks as he returns to the stove and snags a piece of bacon from the pan. He crunches on it as he sits down at the table with his coffee, making an appreciative noise as the salty tang fills his senses.

Shawn tips the egg mixture into the pan and then turns around. “Nothing in particular; it just occurred to me that we’ve come a long way since that first date. If you’d never asked me, then who knows where we’d both be - I’d never have been brave enough to make the first move.”

Taker smiles; that’s just the kind of admission so typical of his husband. Everyone always assumes that he’s loud, brash and outgoing when in reality he’s anything but.

“Well, I couldn’t risk anyone else moving in on my blue-eyed boy now, could I?”

Shawn ducks his head and actually blushes which makes Taker chuckle quietly. “Guess not,” he replies and turns back momentarily to check the food.

“We having pancakes, too?” Taker asks, and Shawn looks over his shoulder and nods.

“Keeping ‘em warm,” he replies and indicates the oven.

Within five more minutes they’re both piling their plates high and eating in companionable silence and then Taker retrieves the coffee pot and they finish it between them before filling the dishwasher.

“Figured we’d go fishing when we’ve cleaned up here,” Shawn says and Taker turns to him with a smile.

“That’d be perfect - I’ll go pack the rods.”

“Already done,” Shawn replies and Taker pulls him into a hug.

“You really did plan all this out, huh?”

Shawn smiles up at him, standing on tiptoes to kiss him softly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Not one bit,” Taker says as he smooths Shawn’s hair back out of his eyes.

An hour or so later they’re sat in the boat, pressed close together in a secluded spot. They remain in silence for the most part, just quietly swapping stories of days and adventures gone by as the mood takes them. Shawn rests his head on Taker’s shoulder and closes his eyes with a smile as he enjoys the closeness and for the millionth time or more thanks his lucky stars that the big guy chose him. The sudden vibration down the line startles him and then there’s the momentary excitement of reeling in the catch and tossing it into the bucket. Taker’s catch follows swiftly behind and then over the next hour a few more.

Taker gazes into the bucket and then looks back up at Shawn. “Time to throw ‘em back?”

“We could,” Shawn agrees but then as the bigger man moves to take hold of the bucket he grabs his wrist. “Or, we could cook them on the grill at the cabin.”

Taker smiles and begins to nod before looking slightly crestfallen. “We didn’t bring anything for a stay at the cabin.” Their bolthole in the woods is a good hour drive further on from where they are - in the opposite direction from home.

A pleased little grin tugs at the corner of Shawn’s mouth. “Well, no. We didn’t bring anything… but that’s OK, because I took some stuff there yesterday.”

The lopsided grin becomes a full smile as Taker leans in and kisses him. “Thank you,” he murmurs against the blonde’s mouth. “You really did think of everything. I love you.”

“Love you more,” Shawn replies and repositions the bucket. “Row us back?”

Taker nods and takes the oars, muscles rippling and Shawn enjoys the view as he propels them smoothly back to the jetty. They empty the boat, load up the truck and then hit the road again with Taker singing along to the radio.

Eventually the sparse scenery becomes thicker and they drive along tree-lined roads which after a couple of turns become tracks until eventually the log cabin comes into view. Shawn jumps down from the truck, unlocks the door and they amble inside.

“Is the hot tub on?” Taker asks, snagging Shawn around the waist.

Shawn turns in his hold and wraps his arms around the bigger man. “Of course - I set it all up yesterday.”

“Then the grill can wait.” He grasps the hem of Shawn’s shirt and the blonde moves his hands, allowing it to be drawn up over his head. Casting it aside, he smooths his hands firmly over the tanned shoulders and Shawn’s eyes close then flutter open again at the unspoken promise of what’s to come.

He glances up into hooded green eyes. “So, you liked my little surprises today?”

Taker leans down and kisses him softly; lips, nose, forehead. “I really did. Thank you.” He wraps his arms around him again, holding him tightly. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Shawn murmurs into his chest. “So much.”

TTT

[sleepy-achilles]

Shawn-I think I have an idea Vince!

Taker- Me mme mme me me mme mme

Shawn- Shut up deadman!

Taker- Hey! Don't call me deadman you fuckin' whore!

Vince- Undertaker, did you just say the F-word?

Taker- Whore?

Shawn- No. He's talkin' about fuck, You can't say fuck in meetings you fuckin' deadman.

Vince- Shawn!

Taker- Why the fuck not!

Vince- Undertaker!

Austin- Dude you just said fuck again!

Vince- Steve!

Kane, through his voice box thingy and mask- Fuck!

Vince- Kane!

Taker- What's the big deal, it doesn't hurt anybaody. Fuck, Fuckitty fuck fuck fuck.

Vince- How would you like to go see JR?

Taker- How would you like to suck my balls?

Everyone else- Huh! (gasps)

Vince- What did you say!

Taker- Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, What I ment to say was, *pulls out a dx branded megaphone* How would you like to suck my balls, mr. Mcmahon!

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode three: HEAT.

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT !!! whew chile y/n got some haters *rolls eyes*, do y’all think taker is over exaggerating or are his actions justified?? me personally i think TRAITOR !! you’re supposed to be the leader not a sour mf ?? anyways y/n world domination for the win. three episodes in and we're scrapping for an interactions between shawn and y/n here LMAO

10:06 pm, backstage.

you knock on the men’s locker room door twice and wait. tapping your foot against the floor, you were quickly falling impatient. what the hell was taking him so long?

you roll your eyes, “if someone wants to see me, they better come to me” you mumble to yourself.

this was a waste of your time.

as soon as you took a step to walk away, the door behind you opens. you sigh as you turn around, there he was.

“about time” you mutter.

“I don’t want to take too much of your time” Taker began. well, you already damn did. “but I have one question for you.” he said. “okay?” you reply, shifting to your left foot.

“what makes you think you’re good enough to be called champion?” he asked.

excuse me?

you blinked a couple times in disbelief of what you just heard. “I beg your pardon?” you ask. “you heard me” he crossed his arms, well your ears must’ve translated something wrong. did he just seriously ask you that?

“what the fuck makes you think I’m not good enough?” you ask back. “well, you haven’t been here long enough, and you probably don’t even know what this championship means to begin with, you didn’t even work your way up. you just debuted and Vince gave it to you” he explained.

you scoff. “who the fuck do you think you are?” you exclaim, he is taken aback. no one ever talks back to him, no one. but here you were.

“I’ve worked really fucking hard to get to where I am now, and I have held multiple championships throughout my career. I know damn fucking well what this championship means. I am more than enough, I’m holding it and I am capable of defending it” you point at him.

“I was New Japan’s longest reigning women’s champion and I still am for a fucking reason. just because you’ve done well in your career and you’re not a champion right now, doesn’t mean that you can go around and degrade others. you’re the one who’s not worthy enough to be champion, because you clearly are a hating, sour old bitch!”

“what did you just call me?” he raised his voice, “a hating, sour old bitch.” you answer even louder, getting in his face.

“do you know who you’re talking to? I can end your career if I want” he yelled. “I can end yours if I wanted to as well! you’re one broken hip away from retirement anyways” you spat.

by now those who where in the locker room had their ears pressed against the door, wanting to know what the commotion was about. “don’t fucking try me, little girl” he raised his finger.

“who the fuck do you think you’re threatening?” you yell, pushing him into the wall behind him.

and that’s when everything went to shit.

those who were in the locker room immediately ran out. Lex, Davey, Kevin, Sid and Ahmed Johnson all held The Undertaker back. while Bret, Owen, Randy and Steve all were holding you back. you feared no one. not this guy, nor the next. you’ll hurt him if that’s what it takes.

“let me fucking go! I’ll beat his bitch ass the fuck up, I swear to god. let go of me!” you scream. your belt had fallen on the floor and you were wiggling around like a wild animal.

“what the hell is going on here?!”

it was Vince.

you were still being held back by the four men when the boss walked up to you.

“what are you two doing?!” he angrily asked, “ask him” you belted, “he’s the one was trying to start shit with me for no reason.”

it didn’t take long before the situation was diffused. Taker was pushed back into the locker room by Vince and those who held him back. Steve threw you over his shoulder and Owen carried your championship, a frown settled on your face. who the hell does that fucker think he is?

Owen closes your locker room door, and Randy sits besides you. “do have any idea of how dangerous what you’re doing is?” Bret asked, arms crossed over his chest. “no, and I don’t care”.

Bret sighs rubbing his temples, “sweetheart, you can’t just pick fights with people like that” Randy says wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “he’s the one that started!” you throw your hands up, “how would you feel if someone you don’t know, questioned your worth as champion and they don’t know jack shit about you, huh?” you ask.

“he did what?” Bret asked, stepping towards you. “okay, okay, hold on” Owen says sitting on your other side. “how did this happen?” he asks.

you explained to them how it all began, from finding the note on your door to the moment he began questioning you.

the room fell silent, and the silence was deafening. “why would he even think of saying that?” Steve asked, you chuckle. “ask him, he’s your friend after all”. “do you want me to talk to him? I can make him apologize if you want” Randy said.

oh, Macho Man. you’re too sweet for that to be what you’re known by.

you shake your head, “let him figure out that he’s wrong by himself. and even then, I won’t accept his apology” you say. “now, you’re just being petty” Bret said.

“justified” you and Owen say in unison.

“do you know how much heat that’ll give you?” Bret asks. “yup” you answer.

“y’know” Steve began, “he’s not the only one ‘upset’ that you’re the champion” he says. you’re just confused now, “why are any of these men - boys, actually, because what is this behavior - concerned about my position as champion?” you ask. “no idea, but you definitely have the locker room torn” Steve replies.

“it’s not like I’m a threat or anything” you huff.

“some think of it that way” Randy said, leaning back. “how come?” you look up at him. he shrugged, “why do you think Hogan tries to burry anyone he can? anyone that is rising above those already established is deemed a threat” he explained.

“but we’re not even in the same division..?” you say.

“ya never know” he says.

11:00 am, the next day. madison square garden; catering.

“you pushed him?!” Lita asks, you’re standing by the food in catering loading up your plates. “and I’ll do it again” you chuckle.

“have you lost your mind?!” Chyna asks as you walk towards a table. “if that’s what we’re calling it, then so be it” you shrug.

both girls are a little worried, you weren’t taking this as seriously as they thought you would. “babe, you’re the locker room’s number one enemy right now” Lita says looking into your eyes. “not exactly” you say, eating some berries.

“Steve said that the locker room is torn, so I have some people who are on my side.” you continue. “aren’t you worried?” Chyna asks, “of what?” you ask. “well, The Undertaker is like Vince’s lapdog..” she trails off. you shake your head.

“and I’m Vince current champion and his biggest signing so far, also me and Alundra’s match got a full five stars and the RAW it was on, apparently, is now the highest rated RAW in history” you boast. “not to sound like an arrogant bastard but, what’s Vince gonna do? replace me?”

they both put their hands up, “I mean, if that was me, I’d tell everyone about my accomplishments. on the first night no less!” Lita says. “wait, can we talk about that real quick? ‘cause we never actually-”

“Y/n?”

all three of you turn around and face the door, to be met by … Shawn?

"what?" you ask, "can we talk?" he asks still standing by the door, "we are talking" you turn back around. Shawn groans, "can you come here?" he asks, you shake your head, "you can come here" you answer. he groans again, "just come here!" he demands.

jeez, why's he so persistent? and whiny too, damn.

"it's not like I'm the one who wants to talk" you sigh as you get up, he meets you half way and pulls you outside the cafeteria. "can I help you?" you ask, "about your match last night" he began and you immediately roll your eyes and cross your arms. "look, If you're gonna complain about me being champion, like your friend, you might as well save your time. I don't want to hear it" you say looking away.

"what? no, no. that's not what I'm here for" he says, oh? you look at him, body facing the opposite direction, out of the corner of your eye, you can see him look you up and down, he's been checking you out every time he's seen you for a while now, because he know it gets on your nerves.

"what is it then?" you ask

"the match went just a bit too long for my liking-"

you frown, his liking?

"and who the fuck are you?" you ask, second time you’re asking that in less than twenty four hours. you sigh right after, you just debuted but you're already so sick of those backstage 'figures' trying to dictate how they want things done on you.

"the guy who was in the main event!" he answers, you give him a confused look, "okay, and?" you ask. "and? my match had to be cut short because your ass went over the time you were given!" he blurts. "by two minutes! two minutes, really? is that what you're mad about?! you ask, "two minutes mean a lot!" he defends.

you chuckle, hands still against your chest. "you're just tryna pick a fight" you say. you suddenly look at him, "did he send you here? is this what this is about?" you ask poking your finger into his chest. If this was The Undertaker sending someone to talk to you, then that would be quite cowardly of him.

"this has nothing to do with him!" Shawn exclaims, "this is about you reducing my in-ring time!"

"by two minutes?!" you ask holding up two fingers. he can't be serious, this whole conversation is waste of your damn time. "you know what? just fuck off man. I don't need this right now" you say and you begin to walk away.

he grabs your arm and pulls you back towards him, Shawn traps you between his arms as each one rests by your sides against the wall. "where do you think you're going?" he asks, you look up at him.

"what the fuck are you doing-"

"excuse me y/n?"

you both look to your left, and a staff member was standing there. "I know my timing is not great... but Vince would like you to come to his office" she says before quickly walking away, sensing she's interrupted something.

you look back at Shawn and you make eye contact, you're both quite for a second. what even do you say in this situation?

you quickly push him away from you, walking away like nothing happened. you glance behind you with a slight frown and he's still standing there, all this boy had was the audacity.

what the hell was the point of any of this?

you decided to stop by your locker room, you wanted to take off your hat. it felt a little weird to be wearing it all day, and inside no less. it felt as douchey as wearing sunglasses indoors, not as bad, but just as weird.

on your way there you bump into Bret who seems to be heading to the men’s locker room. you both catch up with each other’s day and you feel yourself loosen up a bit from all the shit you heard ten minutes ago, it’s always nice to be around him.

you were talking about your next training sessions when you approached your locker room door, then you saw it. again.

a bright yellow note, stuck on your door.

did your whole fight yesterday not give him a reason to not try to boss you around? like … at all?

“oh, what’s that about now?” Bret asks, you take the note into your hands and you’re once again met by the messy handwriting.

“you don’t disrespect a veteran, expecting a Jack Daniel’s later” -Taker.

Bret looked at you, then back at the note, then back at you. this was not good.

he can visibly see rage slowly build its way up inside you and your eye slightly twitches.

no one tugs on superman’s cape,

no one spits in the wind,

and certainly no one tells Y/n Y/l/n what to do.

“everyone keeps trying me today” you laugh, a laugh out of annoyance and anger.

you could hear two voices arguing as you enter the office.

it was Vince and The Undertaker.

you can feel your spirit deflate as you close the door behind you, “hey” you sigh as you walk towards both men. “take a seat y/n, we need to talk” Vince says.

“we fucking do” you say.

you sigh, sitting on a chair next to Taker, you both side eye each other. you contemplate whether or not you should confront him about the second note, why wouldn’t you? this fucking behavior needs to be stopped.

“listen” you start as you turn towards Taker, “I don’t know who the fuck you think I am, but I am not the one to fuck with. do you understand that? doesn’t matter how fucking high up in the ranks you are, you’re still just some fucking guy” you point at him.

“I don’t need ‘locker room leader’ shit from you or from anyone else. yes, I disrespected a veteran - who started with me first - and judging by the way you’re continuing to behave, I will continue to disrespect you. I am not your punching bag, nor am I your fucking wallet. no, I’m not buying you a fucking Jack Daniels, and if you ask for anything else from from me, apart from forgiveness, a Jack Daniels will be smashed over your head. do you get it?” you ask, leaning back in your chair.

Vince and The Undertaker are stunned. no one has ever spoken to him like that, let alone in a threatening manner, let alone a woman, yet here you are.

there’s a first for everything right?

they’re even more shocked when you hurl a piece of paper at Vince. he unfolds the scrunched up note, reading it, and Vince’s head falls into the palm of his hand. he sighs loudly and Taker’s jaw clenches as he looks away.

“you know why you’re here, don’t you?” Vince asks. “oh, he knows alright” you answer.

“we’re here because you wanted to be extremely rude-”

“I wanted to be rude?!”

“stop it you two! you’re in a professional environment, act like it!” Vince hissed. “oh, we’re professionals alright” Taker remakes.

“don’t copy the way I talk!” you mutter.

Vince sighs and rubs his temples, “why are questioning her as champion? I enjoyed her match, the fans bought it. hell, that’s the best women’s match we’ve had in a while, plus if I didn’t think she’s good enough I wouldn’t have signed her to begin with” he says.

you smirk.

“well, how do you expect anyone to feel about someone coming in, and just having their place on the top carved out for them?” Taker asks, “be happy for me? maybe? I don’t know, give me some fucking advise maybe, you’re the veteran here, aren’t you?” you ask.

he rolls his eyes, “see? she’s being rude again” Taker sighs. “can you or can you not tell the difference between being rude and defending myself?” you snicker. “defending yourself doesn’t mean getting in a fight with him!” Vince reasons.

it was Taker’s turn to smirk.

“that’s exactly what self defense is” you cross your arms, “what does self defense have anything to do with this?!” Taker asks.

Vince loudly sighs, “do I need to make you two hold hands like kindergarteners?” he asks, “just apologize and move on!”

“NO!” you both reply.

if this motherfucker wants to question your worth and do this much, he might as well show for it. you sink back into your seat, hmm…

show for it?

show for it!

“show for it!” you say out loud. both men look at you confused, “what?” Vince asks.

and it was like a lightbulb moment, you got an idea, a great idea. “I have an idea” you say, “well, share it with us then” Taker huffs.

[heartbreakertaker]

Finding this pic of young taker awoken the need inside me to read an AU on him and shithead 90s shawn, who’s desperately trying to seduce him

[mr-wrestlemania]

Forever in love with the trope of Kane and Undertaker having someone who brings out their humanity. Maybe they detest it at first but then slowly become protective of that special person. Because all their lives there was little room for healthy interactions. With Paul out of their lives they had to deal with their demons or let it consume them.

I'd like to think X-Pac was one of the first people Kane had that feeling with up until his betrayal. He sunk deeper into the darkness, but Daniel Bryan reminded him he was more than just The Big Red Machine. Maybe he was hesitant at first, being reminded of X-Pac when he found himself growing fond of Daniel.

Taker probably keeps his cards close to his chest on who brought out the human in him, but Shawn Michaels definitely was one of them. Pushing his body to its limits, burying him in their first few matches to remind him he could be beaten. Their matches pushing him even further after Taker fell back into his dark persona.

Rotating these daydreams in my brain like a microwave. Sigh.

[wrxsslin-hours]

In your post about Shawn’s messy love life, you mentioned how undertaker was a gentle giant to shawn. Could you write about some of undertaker’s gentle giant activities? Love your writing!

Taker Has a Soft Spot for Shawn, headcanons

The Undertaker x Shawn Michaels

a/n: anon, writing this added 3 years to my life. Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy ;3c

| Despite Shawn being the most annoying man in the locker room, Taker managed to tolerate him enough to spend more than 5 minutes with him. Shawn thinks it’s because he’s too pretty to ignore, but it’s actually because Taker only knows two places backstage: the locker room and the parking lot. If he did manage to wander off to other rooms, Taker would get an earful from Bearer. Between his manager’s squeak toy voice and Shawn’s constant ramblings about how pretty he looks, Taker would choose the latter. Shawn only started actively gravitating towards Taker after his fallout with Diesel. Taker is not a brick wall, as much as Shawn wants to believe. For the first time, Shawn was left speechless by Taker’s voice, prompting a double take.

"What’s up with you and Diesel?" Taker asked, towering over Shawn as the blonde ranted about how good it is to finally have a hotel room all to himself. "We’re not on speaking terms. From now on, this doll is sold separately," Shawn blinked, then added, "Wait. You can talk?!"

| Taker began to enjoy Shawn’s company, much to his own surprise. It reached a point where Taker would wait for Shawn to freshen up after shows so they could go to the hotel together. This meant Taker had to spend a solid hour sitting in the now-empty locker room, listening to Shawn’s distant singing of his "Sexy Boy" theme in the showers. Most of that hour was just Shawn trying to find where he kept his shampoo and whatever else he used to clean himself. As a favor (more for his own sake than for Shawn's), Taker would prepare Shawn’s things on the bench beside him. Shawn greatly appreciated it and mentioned that Taker didn’t have to do that. However, for the sake of Taker’s boredom, he would happily do it if it meant they could leave earlier.

| Taker would let Shawn wear his entrance gear. Shawn gets a kick wearing Taker’s overly large necktie and purple gloves. It would usually go as Shawn getting his hands on Taker’s gear after their matches and wearing it for the rest of the show backstage. There was a time when it was raining and Shawn’s rented car was in the middle of the parking lot, and that meant they would get wet just running towards it. Not wanting Shawn’s hair getting ruined, Taker plopped his wide-brimmed hat on Shawn’s head and used his coat to cover the smaller man as they booked it to the car. That was the moment when Shawn started to fall hard.

| Shawn liked to party a lot; Taker knew that well. Whenever Taker had to book Shawn’s hotel room for him (since the blonde was too busy dancing on tables and tormenting Lawler by the bar immediately after shows), he would scribble down the hotel room number on a piece of paper and bury it in Shawn’s front pocket for the blonde to find later. But when Taker knew Shawn would be too drunk to differentiate his lefts and rights, Taker would find out where Shawn is drinking and wait for him outside the bar. Taker would have to carry Shawn all back to the hotel and make sure he’s all clean and tucked up for bed. Shawn would often find ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table, and his clothes from the night before would be folded neatly on a chair.

| Shawn would often have to stand on the tips of his toes to whisper something to Taker, and the dead man would unconsciously lean down to make it easier for Shawn. That led to Shawn accidentally kissing Taker on the cheek. Shawn easily waved it off, but that was a moment that haunted Taker’s mind for weeks.

| Taker would subtly stand in front of Shawn whenever Diesel passes by.

| Taker would notice if something was bothering Shawn. He would know if it’s something that really bothers the blonde when his ear isn’t being talked off. Whenever that happens, Taker would just scoot closer to Shawn while they’re sitting on the bench, not saying a word, and offer his arm for Shawn to lean his head on.

| Shawn found out that Taker gives the best hugs. Sometimes, Taker would think Shawn doesn’t like it too much since he doesn’t really give off any warmth—since, you know, he isn’t alive. So, Taker wears his coat before hugging Shawn to give some sort of heat. But he decides to forgo the coat when Shawn says he likes feeling his skin.

| Taker carries Shawn around when he’s too sore to move. Shawn worries about it, protests that it doesn’t hurt that bad. But Taker wants to hear none of that and continues to carry Shawn around on his back.

[edgessunflower]

Day 19 Marigolds: Voice within

Pairing: Kevin Nash x Fem reader

Description: Kevin helps you use your inner voice when the odds are stacked against you leading to a second chance for the two of you

Gif credits to @stratusfactory

"You need to take control God knows what the hell will happen if you don't" you sigh talking to Shawn and Kevin as you wait to walk out with The undertaker as his valet. You yell when you feel a sting on your rear end and laughter squeezing the cup of water you had "I told you to stop and you're gonna fucking stop now" you hit Aldo Montoya in the jaw full force before kevin stands in front of you surprised by this action since the two of you had been broken up for the past three months due to the strain of your schedules and the pull of your careers "You're not gonna put your hands on her your gonna go through me first" shawn pulls you away as kevin basically threw him across the hall opening the door to see kevin and bradshaw beating the hell out of montoya before walking alongside taker and Paul Bearer to the ring backing away when Sycho Sid started stalking towards you before throwing you into the barricade falling into the crowd when he hits you turning when you hear the horn of a truck seeing kevin deal with sid before he carries you backstage seeing the big bruise on your back sitting in his locker room with an ice pack looking up when he sets little yellow and orange flowers in your lap "I wasn't expecting how today has been but I'm proud of you for earlier with montoya" your heart melts as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I know things have been hard and how this business is but if you're in then I am on a second chance for us" your heart melts as he pulls you in his lap "You are the sun in my life it's been too damn rainy and cloudy here lately without you" you laugh before the two of you share a soft kiss with both marigolds tucked in your hair falling asleep in his lap during the rest of Raw waking up in his car smiling when you see that he had took you to his house having a late dinner along with him icing your back laying in his arms where he looks to see you asleep kissing the top of your head with a tender smile on his face carrying you upstairs and changing you into a nightgown feeling while again with you in his arms after so long both of you determined to make things work this time and not let your careers and the hours on the road push you apart again.

[littlegalaxychild]

Yandere American Badass

Alright, this is a continuation of The Undertaker x Reader

So, when Undertaker became American Badass, your name changed too

You aren’t Persephone anymore, you are now Angel

A trophy Housewife to a biker gang leader

MATCHING BANDANAS!!!

When Taker rides out for his matches, you are sitting behind him holding on to his waist

You are his valet now, no more wrestling for you

Mainly because you are a mom now

Which means if Triple H and Stephanie Darling or Shawn Michaels darling can’t take care of your baby while you are valeting then you will take your baby with you which caused the infamous breastfeeding accident

But other than that one accident, you and the baby when Taker is not wrestling are always near him

When he is cutting promos you can bet that you will be standing (or sitting on his lap) near him so he can keep an eye on you

Taker loves it when you wear red or black lipstick since it matches his bandana also lipstick marks

During this time you will wear a biker jacket over a long white dress and occasionally a baby carrier

Also, you know that Sara tattoo Taker had, well instead of that imagine a halo with flowers wrapped around it in its place

When Taker was wearing a braid, you were the one who was braiding it.

When you were pregnant, the bump look huge on you

He is super possessive of you in this state because there is a lot of young talent coming in and flirting with you since your such a attractive milf

You get gifted a lot of chains like necklaces and earrings made of chains

Since Taker is judge, jury, and executioner of wrestlers court, you are the same for Darling court which is like wrestlers court except for the darlings

When you guys are home, you will be sitting at his feet with the dogs surrounding you and him holding a beer. Depending on if you take your punishment well, you get a small mat to sit on

Nsfw warning

This man is the ultimate dom

You have to call him daddy, sir, or master

YOU WILL GET SPANKED IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW HIS ORDERS

This man has the biggest breeding kink like once you are cleared to have another baby, he will be putting another baby in you

This man also has a size kink mainly because he is so tall and you are so short

If you try to escape with your baby, then expect the worst spanking and fucking of your life

HE WILL COLLAR YOU

Y’all will live in a constant dom/sub dynamics

ROUGH SEX EVERYTIME!

It will be hard to walk around after very VERY rough sex

This man has the biggest housewife kink!

[prettyboymichaels]

Summerslam Spectacular!

hello and good news, everyone! as tonight is summerslam (though I will not be partaking), I have added yet more items to my etsy store (MaidensGoods), link here! [ X ]

added to the shawn designs from a few weeks ago:

and some brand new bret and taker ones!

the hitman sunglasses also come in black, and the taker coffin also comes in purple!

and as always, my redbubble is full of wrestling designs for all three, including a few for dx, chyna, and one for dusty rhodes! check those out here: [ X ]

enjoy summerslam, if you're going to be watching it!

[hunterfak]

I need more Hunter x wrestlers!! Give me more Hunter x Kevin Nash, give me more Hunter x Shawn, give me more Hunter x Taker etc etc,,idc who it is I just need more fics with Hunter in them asap🙏🙏🙏

[wannawrasslewithjayrasheed]

Shawn Michaels Vs Stone Cold Steve Austin pt. 1

Today for my first post in awhile, Im going to quickly talk about Shawn vs Stone Cold at Wrestlemania 14 in Boston, Massachusetts.

So after his second Royal Rumble win Steve is on his way to the top of the ladder of the World Wrestling Federation...and fast. If you werent watching back then go back and watch footage, the man was occoming off of his casket match at the Royal Rumble vs The Undertaker Shawn was set to face off against Austin. Unknown to the audience was the fact that Shawn was seriously injured after he and Undertaker had an accident in the ring where Taker went for a back body drop in an attempt to send Shawn over the ropes to the outside. While going over Shawn clipped his lower back on the edge of the coffin at ringside. If you have good eyes you could see that was a nasty spill but he was a real pro during the match not showing any signs that he was injured. The next morning Shawn was said to be unable to move from his hotel bed since the adrenaline had worn off from the night before. As the weeks went on Shawn was seen less and less, because as it came to light that he was injured he knew he would have to take some time off.

The following month at the Pay Per View No Way Out of Texas

Shawn was scheduled to team up with Hunter Hearst Helmsley and the New Age Outlaws in what was a more fully fleshed out version of Degeneration X who just made their debut several months ago in August, but became an official team the following September. They were scheduled to go up against Owen Hart, Cactus Jack, Chainsaw Charlie aka Terry Funk (RIP) and none other than the man himself...Stone Cold Steve Austin.

Since Shawn was injured he couldnt participate in the match and still be expected to perform next month for their biggest show sooo.. yeah they weren't going to risk losing their main eventer in what was basically a throw away PPV. So then the picture above became this since they wanted it to build suspense.

Yeah they threw in Savio Vega in what had to be their most random pair ups to date and this is post the New Generation era. Not that Savio was a bad competitor he was actually a favorite of mine. But due to a lack of time, Ill spare you all the details and will just say Stone Colds team kicked ass and won... NEXT STOP WRESTLEMANIA at the Fleet Center in Boston!

Stay Tuned for part 2 when I talk about the following month going into wrestlemania and part 3 where I will review the match where i will give a play by play commentary! Like I said JUST STAY TUNED!!

[take-taker-taken]

WARNING - the chapters that comprise this section of The List will contain CNC (consensual non-consent). It will mention rape. There will be humiliation. It will involve weapons. This particular part is mainly corporal punishment. The sub will not always be treated / spoken to kindly. If you’re happy to read such things then feel free to continue.

The List - CNC - Part Four

As you huddle on the floor, gradually getting your breathing back under control, you become aware of the curious feeling of being surrounded. You lift your head and peek around and sure enough, two pairs of boots are inches away.

“I knew you’d choose those,” Mark’s voice floats above you.

“So I’m a tit man - sue me,” comes Shawn’s reply. “Already know what you’re gonna do next.”

Mark huffs out a laugh. “Yeah,” He says. “She doesn’t though.”

Shawn nudges you with his boot and when it makes you huddle in even more he curses and does it again, but harder. “Get on your back, slut - should be familiar.”

You slowly roll over on to your back with your knees raised up and cross your arms over your chest. In response he kicks lightly at your knee so that you drop your legs flat and then he follows you down and sits astride you. He takes hold of your arms and works to pull them away from your body; you do your best to resist but he’s far too strong and he easily forces your hands up and over your head before his gaze roves hungrily over your breasts. As soon as he lets go you begin to move them again and so he grabs them and shoves them back down, holding them there as he looks down at you with a stony expression.

“Leave ‘em there, or I’ll get him to stand on ‘em.” He warns with a nod over to where Mark is standing. “Probably break your fucking wrists.”

You swallow a whimper and just lay there as he slowly lifts his hands away, watching to make sure you’re going to obey. He reaches behind his head and removes a silver chain that’s draped around his neck. At first you think he’s taking his necklace off and then as he lifts it free of his hair you grit your teeth - it’s a set of clover clamps. Fuck… this is going to hurt.

Keeping the clamps in one hand he uses the other to toy with your left nipple. Not viciously like he did before - it’s a gentle, teasing touch and of course the bud turns hard under his ministrations. You’re expecting him to put the clamp on right away but instead he takes his time to play with the other one, until both have been coaxed into firm peaks. He leans down and traces the tip of his tongue around each of them in turn and you whimper as the skin tightens further.

He shifts his head so that his mouth is next to your ear and whispers, “I think you enjoyed that… didn’t you, fuck toy?” He raises up again and you close your eyes briefly as your stomach flips over at the name but say nothing; when you open them he’s dangling the chain over your face as he smirks down at you. “Know what these are?”

Deciding to play dumb, you shake your head and he traces his fingers over your breasts again.

“Remember me saying I wanted to hear you say ‘please’ some more?” He doesn’t wait for an answer as he rattles the clamps in your face. “These are gonna make that happen.”

Without any further preamble, he deftly attaches the clamps to your nipples and as the pain lances through your flesh you scream. It’s the sort of reaction that you’d normally work to keep a lid on but no such pretence is needed here. Before you can move he lunges forward and holds your wrists to the floor as you struggle beneath him.

“Fuck! Take them off, please! Take them off!”

He looks down at you and smiles, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head. “Nuh uh - they look real pretty.” He moves a hand in order to pinch the chain between thumb and forefinger, holding it loosely though it sways some. “And the best part? If I give this here a little pull… they’ll get tighter - wanna try?”

You shake your head and your voice cracks a bit as you speak. “No… please don’t… please!” You’re breathing hard as you try to cope with the pain, your hands clenching repeatedly into fists though you leave your hands over your head for fear of reprisals if you move. You close your eyes and let yourself feel the fear, the helplessness, the pain and yes… the arousal.

“You said she kicked you earlier?” Your eyes open when Mark speaks, though you’re still mostly distracted by the sharp pain in your nipples and the fact that Shawn still has hold of the chain and thus controls whether it goes up a couple of notches.

You gain a couple of degrees of relief when he lets the chain go and kneels back up in order to look at Mark. “Yeah, when I was putting her in the truck.” He says and then gets to his feet but continues to stand astride you. “She was mouthing off with some BS about people coming over and then she slammed her foot right into my kidney, little bitch.”

“Well, that sure ain’t the kind of behaviour we expect. Get her up here.”

For a frightening moment you think Shawn is going to drag you up via the clamp’s chain but as he bends over he’s reaching towards your arms and unthinkingly, you bring them down from over your head to aid the task. Given that it’s achieving his aim he doesn’t rebuke you for moving and just hauls you to your feet and you stand there with your head down, teeth gritted against the pain in your chest. You gasp as a hand goes into your hair to drag your head back and you find yourself looking up at Mark. You again have a moment of wonder at how he’s emanating this air of being a stranger but then you have to concentrate because he’s speaking.

“So you’ve been cussing, being violent - and you even spat at him,” he’s saying, indicating Shawn with a nod of his head. “Can’t be letting you get away with all that now, can we?”

You don’t say anything because even though it’s clear to everyone that your actions over the course of this scene were entirely to be expected, you know that no good will come of answering back.

“I’m kind of an old fashioned guy,” he goes on as he releases your hair and his hands move to his waist. “So I’m gonna give you some old fashioned discipline.” Your breath catches as he unbuckles his belt and slides it from the loops - it’s an aspect of impact play that’s been as yet untouched on your list, though not for much longer. “Get her bent over,” he says to Shawn and as the blonde walks by you he pats your cheek but you shy away from his touch which makes him huff with laughter.

There’s another table at the far end of the cabin, pushed up against a wall and next to a door that you notice for the first time. You briefly wonder where it leads to but then Shawn’s back and setting the table in question down a couple of feet away.

“C’mon, get over.” He pulls you by the wrist to stand beside it and then pushes on the back of your neck. You go quietly into position, though set your forearms on the wooden surface to prevent your clamped nipples being squashed against it. Without relinquishing his grip on your neck, Shawn runs his other hand firmly down your back and on to your ass cheek which he squeezes hard and then smacks. You whimper but this time it has a different tone because it’s becoming harder to play act against the rising tide of lust.

“A good dozen should do the trick, what d’ya think?”

You swallow, wondering whether the question is directed at you and then feel relieved that you didn’t try to speak as Shawn smacks your ass again and replies, “For starters.”

There’s a brief silence and then you feel Mark’s huge hand between your shoulder blades. You have a mad thought that it’s weirdly comforting to have both of them touching you at the same time but that’s quickly driven from your brain when the belt comes whistling down and lands squarely across your backside. For a second you feel virtually nothing and then as the sting spreads over your skin you gasp and then cry out. There’s a pause that you recognise dimly as an opportunity to call red but you decline. Shawn’s hand is still on the back of your neck holding you down, and then you feel Mark’s lift from you and hear him changing his stance. In that moment you realise that first stroke had just been a taster and ball your hands into fists beneath yourself as the leather snaps down again.

“Ahhhhhhh, FUCK!” Still held in place by Shawn’s powerful grip, you stamp one foot against the floor as though it will shake off the pain.

“Still cussing, girl?” Your outburst seems to have earned you a break just two strokes in as you hear him issue another order. “I don’t want to be getting my ears assaulted all the way through this - can you gag her, please?”

“Sure can,” You hear the reply and then you feel Shawn’s fingers at the waistband of your panties and he has them down and off before you can react. Next thing, his grip is back in your hair as he drags your head up, pushing the material at your mouth. “C’mon bitch - open up, you’re good at that.” You begin to make a muffled protest that never gets the chance to be anything else as he forces your panties into your mouth. You taste yourself on the fabric but then get distracted by his other hand worming its way under your chest. You try to pull away, certain that he’s seeking to mess with the clamps but then you feel a totally foreign object being urged against your fingers. You move your head and realise that it’s a golf ball and then you understand - you can’t speak right now to use your colours. You clutch on to the ball and he gives your hand a quick, gentle squeeze before withdrawing and pushing your head back down. “That’ll shut her up,” he says and you hear Mark make a noise of satisfaction.

He doles out another four hard strokes with the belt and you squeeze the golf ball for dear life and yell into the makeshift gag. Through the pain your brain starts to swim in that beautiful, serene way and in your mind’s eye you see yourself as they probably see you - bent over with your pussy dripping as a leather strap strikes your pale skin in such an intimate way. You can picture the welts, bright pink with the edges oh, so slightly raised up. You scream into the fabric as the leather connects twice more and then your head is raised again by Shawn and he’s looking right at you. You meet his gaze and then after a few more seconds he lets your head fall and the belt snaps across the back of your thighs once, twice and then another mighty crack across your ass.

You scream one final time, your head lifting up as the blow sears into your flesh and then it drops again and you hear and feel the thump as Mark sets the heavy belt down next to your head. There’s a moment of silence and you’re dimly aware of Shawn’s hand gently kneading the back of your neck. The very second you find it comforting, it leaves you and you hear him speak again, his voice back to that dark, sneering tone.

“Get her upright; it’s time to get those clamps off. I wanna hear her begging again.”

TO BE CONTINUED…

Previous | TBC

[sleepy-achilles]

Idk if saying I was a monster high boy and that clawd and draculaura were and still are my favourite might explain a lot about my current life decisions...

[tameodesza]

Last updated: October 20, 2024

💡Welcome to the hub of all of my fics!

💡Shawn Michaels-centric; BretShawn’s my OTP 🫶🏽

💡 I’ll occasionally write other Shawn pairings as well

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Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

💍 Househusband AU

Shawn is a stay-at-home husband to one of the greatest wrestlers of all time - Bret Hart. This is a collection of short stories and headcanons showcasing their love for each other as they navigate the trials and tribulations of marriage.

🌷 Love’s Maze

Shawn suffers through a painful heartbreak after ending his 7-year toxic relationship with Marty Jannetty, but Bret is there to help pick up the pieces.

  🍼 Daddy’s Boy AU:

The Wrestling Promoter’s Kid: Shawn Michaels is Vince McMahon’s son, which impacts not only his career, but his relationship as well.

Daddy's Disapproval: Vince disapproves Shawn’s relationship with Bret

🧟‍♂️ Dead Ends (zombie au)

As an unknown virus spreads rapidly amongst society, Bret and Shawn are forced to depend on each other for survival. This is the story of how this unlikely pair attempts to navigate through the post-apocalyptic world while growing to love each other along the way.

👑 Prince AU

Headcanon 1: Shawn, a 28-year-old prince, and Bret, a 35-year-old farmer, live completely opposite lives. But despite their difference in social status, their paths cross in ways they least expect.

Headcanon 2: Shawn's courting process has begun, and this focuses on Shawn’s courtship adventures with Mark and Ric.

Strawberry Prince: Prince Shawn begins his courtship with Bret, but all it takes is one day for them to fall for each other.

Bittersweet: Prince Shawn informs his parents of his decision to marry Bret, but when their disapproval threatens to tear the pair apart, a plan is concocted to unite the lovers once again.

🎯 One Shots

House of Horrors: Bret takes Shawn to a spooky attraction for spooky season.

Modus Operandi: Bret had worked a lot of odd jobs throughout his career, but he never thought his film degree would lead him to the set of a porno.

Closure: They were lovers once. Two halves destined to entwine. But life had a way of beating them down, cracking their happy façade, leaving two broken halves that could never fit again.

Second Chance: Shawn needed to see Bret one last time, to see if they could salvage whatever scraps were left of what they once had.

🗒️ Other Headcanons

Harry Potter AU: Slytherin!Shawn x Gryffindor! Bret

Kevin Nash x Shawn Michaels

💔 The Affair AU

Infidelity: Shawn begins a tumultuous affair with Bret after Kevin leaves for WCW.

Confession: Shawn is pressured to come clean about his affair with Bret Hart.

🎯 One Shots

Envy: Kevin comforts an upset Shawn after Kevin wins the WWF Championship belt

Stripped: Shawn does a promo nearly naked and it leaves Kevin hot and bothered.

Cotton Candy Kisses: Kevin tries to win a prize for Shawn at the county fair but it doesn’t go according to plan

The Bodyguard: Men threw themselves at Shawn all the time, but he felt empty inside. He was an object used to fulfill their needs. And at the end of the day, they went back to their lives, to their loved ones who were unaware of their dirty little secret named Shawn Michaels

Boundaries: Diesel understood that Shawn had some kinky clients, but he’d never seen Shawn so battered after a session

Undertaker x Shawn Michaels

The Valley: In Death Valley, Halloween wasn’t a night to play tricks or seek treats. It wasn’t a night to disrespect the dead by wearing them as costumes. Rather, it was the one night the dead could walk amongst the living.

Multi

To All the Men Shawn's Ever Loved: Shawn and his 5 boyfriends. {shawn/marty/kevin/bret/taker/hunter}

Three's Company: Hunter had done a lot of crazy things for Shawn. But he was thrown for a loop when Shawn approached him one night, throwing around the idea of an open marriage. {shawn/hunter/bret}

[omegawhiskers]

Why I started watching WWE again

The earliest memory I have of professional wrestling is The Undertaker/Yokozuna feud. This fond memory was the catalyst to moulding my enjoyment to this form of entertainment.

Years later I began watching WWE/WWF on a full-time basis because it was aired weekend mornings. The Stone Cole Steve Austin/Vince McMahon feud hooked me. As a child, it was an awesome to see an authority type figure getting their ass kicked. Both McMahon and Austin produced classics moments in wrestling history. I bought PPV’s on VHS such as St Valentine’s Day Massacre. I must of watched that tape a couple of times a day over the next few weeks.

WWE became a part of my life. I made it my business to watch Raw and Smackdown every week; I even watched Velocity and Sunday Night Heat. I couldn't get enough! I tried to get my hands on stuff from independents and in 2004 I did some pro wrestling training. But if WWE was such an important part of my life then why did I stop watching it?

2017 wasn’t the worst year in WWE. The Chris Jericho and Kevin Owens feud was fantastic, The Hardyz returned, Kurt Angle was inducted into the Hall of Fame, The Shield reunited, and Samoa Joe made his debut. Despite all of this, a babyface Roman Reigns just couldn’t get over and Jinder Mahal was WWE Champion. I’m not even going to go into the House of Horrors match, but it was something. But it’s OK to have bad moments. They can teach you to never repeat those mistakes again…or can they?

2018 was worse. Some moments left a bad taste in my mouth such as Dean Ambrose turning heel on his fellow Shield member, Seth Rollins. This was the same night that Roman announced that he had leukemia. What the fuck was Vince thinking? The storyline was uglier than a dog’s dinner. Dean would leave the company less than a year later. WWE also went into a controversial deal with Saudi Arabia. The Saudi PPV saw Shane McMahon win WWE World Cup tournament becoming the ‘’Best in the World’’.  This is the same PPV where Shawn Michaels came out of retirement for an awful tag team bout. The worst part to 2018 was on December 17, when Vince McMahon came to the ring followed by Stephanie McMahon, HHH and Shane. Stephanie would go on to say ‘’We haven’t been doing a good for you lately.’’ She would rattle on about not listening to us, the fans. We were told that we were now the authority. This was such a surreal moment.

Months prior we got the first All In PPV that would eventually lead to the formation of All Elite Wrestling. The All In card was stacked and displayed some incredible matches that left me wanting more. I started to binge watch BTE on YouTube as well as a history The Bullet Club. I began to attend Irish wrestling shows from Over The Top Wrestling. The first shows I went to featured Will Ospreay, Gunther and Pac. Seeing new talent and the interesting ways they told stories was refreshing. Witnessing smaller promotions putting on better shows compared to a billion-dollar company creating mediocre content was shocking to me.

Appointing us - the fans - as the authority figure was a great rib by WWE as they continued to sling crap in our faces as 2019 saw The Undertaker battling Goldberg in another Saudi show that resulted embarrassing bout. You can visibly see the disappointed on Taker's face post-match. Kurt Angle would have his retirement match against Baron Corbin. Angle is on my mount Rushmore, so for his career to lead to anti-climax was a disgrace. Seth Rollins was on a babyface run and I was enjoying it, until the infamous Hell in the Cell match with The Fiend. This match should have been a decent bout, but the arena was casted in ugly red light and the finish came in form a DQ. During a live reaction broadcast WWE were putting out at the time, X-Pac said ‘’You may not ask me back for one of these but how do you get DQ’d in a Hell in a fricking Cell match.’’ I often ask myself this. Things would get worse when Kofi Kingston was squashed in seven seconds against Brock Lesner. Kofi’s six-month title reign came to an abrupt and miserable end and so did my love for WWE. At this point I felt cheated and insulted. How can I continue to watch a product that simply didn't care?

At the tail end of 2019, AEW was launched. The new promotion featured new faces, different styles of wrestling and an opportunity for talent to thrive. I gravitated towards this. I periodically watched WWE clips, but it was clear Vince was out of touch. Talent were also fired during the pandemic. It was as if Vince didn't care anymore. Remembers Erik Rowen’s spider? On top of all this, Vince's scandal was aired across the internet. During this insane time, Vinny had the balls to appear on Smackdown just to wave his ego around.

So, what's changed?

I watched night 1 of WrestleMania and I was impressed. The highlight was Rhea Ripley vs. Charlotte Flair. I liked what I saw with the Bloodline storyline. It was great to see Cody Rhodes, and a heel Dominik Mysterio intrigued me. I kept up with things and noticed consistent story telling. With Vince gone, it felt like everything was moving in a cohesive way. Yes, Vince gave us years of entertainment, but he also held on for too long and it was clear it was causing damage.

I decided to tune back into WWE full time and write about my viewing experience. If you’ve read my past posts, then you know that I still have issues with WWE, but I’ve never seen a promotion do anything perfect. I think WWE do a much better job with their women’s division and keeping storylines simple and clear, but they lack on match quality with many silly finishes. They play things safe, but that's okay. For now I'm enjoying the ride. And that's good enough.