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[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

The Montreal Screwjob: What Happened and How It Lead To Bret Hart in WCW

I know what you’re probably thinking when you see the title of this article and it’s probably right . I am going to be discussing one of the most controversial topics in professional wrestling. The topic of the article will about the infamous Montreal Screwjob at the WWF Survivor Series Pay-Per-View in 1997. I will not be bashing anyone , however , I will be giving my honest opinion. I ask you to do the same without starting an argument. I understand that this divides fans , however, this is an important part of wrestling .

The Montreal Screwjob, also known as The Montreal Incident was a highly controversial incident that took place at Survivor Series on November 9, 1997 in Montreal , Quebec , Canada. This incident was not part of the Shawn Michaels and Bret Hart storyline , however , it was a shoot. A shoot is something that happens in professional wrestling that is not a part of a storyline. The incident was planned by WWF Owner and Chairman , Vince McMahon , Shawn Michaels , and a few other employees of the WWF. Bret Hart did not know about their plan. Thus , the shoot was planned to stop Bret Hart , who was the WWF Champion ever since the late summer of 1997 from leaving the WWF with the championship and signing with Ted Turner’s and Eric Bischoff’s World Championship Wrestling, the rival of the WWF . Hart was set to join WCW in 1997, being with the WWF for most of his career , signing with the company in 1984.

Bret Hart didn’t want to lose his championship to Shawn Michaels as the two had a feud outside of Kayfabe. The actual ending of their championship match for Survivor Series was supposed to end with Michaels losing the match via disqualification , while Hart was declared the winner and retained the championship. Therefore , he would’ve had to lose the championship at a later date or he would’ve to forefeit. Hart and Michaels would have a heated rivalry outside of the ring and in the locker room , with both parties being known to argument. Nevertheless, one of their arguments led to a backstage fight before an episode of RAW in Hartford Connecticut. The two fought after Michaels accused Hart of cheating on his wife with Sunny , a popular Valet. This caused Michaels to be suspended for sixty days . Hart said he tried to work things out with Michaels by talking about how to be professional and earn each other’s trust. He also claimed that he would’ve not had an issue losing to him if Vince asked him to do so. Michaels disagreed with everything and this led to Hart’s refusal of losing the championship to him at Survivor Series.

The day before Survivor Series , Shawn Michaels was set to meet with Vince McMahon and his aides , Pat Patterson , and Gerald Brisco , in a hotel room to plan out how to manipulate Bret Hart so he would lose the WWF Championship. It is unknown about how many WWF employees knew about McMahon’s plan. Jim Ross has stated that he never knew about what was going happen, therefore , he was accused by members of the Hart family of being involved . He also claimed that Jerry Lawler didn’t know about what was going on either . Nevertheless, Hart and Michaels met with Pat Patterson to plan out what was going to happen during their match . The plan for the match was to have Michaels use Hart’s signature move , the Sharpshooter , on him as the referee, Earl Hebner , was going to be knocked out . Also part of the original match plan , a second referee was going to be coming to the ring alongside Bret’s brother , Owen Hart and their Brother - In - Laws , ‘ The British Bulldog ’, Davey Boy Smith , and Jim ‘ The Anvil ’ Neidhart . The original referee would start to recover from being knocked down and Michaels would make a pin , with Hart kicking out . The end of the match would be a disqualification.

The match didn’t end as it was planned to do so. During the match , fans kept telling Hart he sold out as he made his way to the ring and booed Michaels. The fans that told Bret he sold out didn’t know that he signed with WCW. Michaels disrespected the Canadian flag by rubbing it against his lower body , dry humping it , and picking his nose with it during his entrance to the ring for the match . Both competitors would take the match in the crowd with McMahon and other WWF officials following behind them. More officials kept coming to ring as they were called upon. Hart first started noticing that something was wrong when he saw Ross and Lawler not calling the match and saw Sgt Slaughter standing with McMahon at ringside . Earl Hebner would be knocked down after Michaels hit him with Sweet Chin Music.

Mike Chioda , the substitute referee who was to be accompanied by Owen , Smith , and Neidhart began letting officials know that Hebner wasn’t supposed to be back in the match yet . Pat Patterson did the same thing , leaving the new Hart Foundation in confusion, as they were supposed to run to the ring to help Bret. Michaels had Hart in the Sharpshooter during this. He had a tight hold on Hart as refused to give his leg to Hart in order to let him break free. Michaels glanced over at Hebner , suspecting fans to know that he was in on the Screwjob as well. Earl Hebner called for Mark Yeaton, the timekeeper to ring the bell as he arose to his feet. McMahon elbowed Yeaton to get his attention, and said “ Ring the fucking bell! ” to him . Shawn Michaels was declared the winner and new WWF Champion. Hart heard everything as tried to trip Michaels . He knew that he was screwed out of retaining the championship.

After Michaels was declared the winner , Jim Ross questioned what happened . Out of anger knowing what happened , Bret Hart spat in Vince McMahon’s face with Shawn Michaels being confused by what’s going on. McMahon soon told Michaels to get the belt and get to the back. He left the arena in a hurry with Gerald Brisco and his tag team partner , Triple H, by his side. McMahon and most of the officials that participated in the match hurried to get to the back as they knew Hart was angry . Hart went on an angry rampage by breaking equipment as the fans began to become angry and jeer McMahon . The rest of the Hart Foundation ran down the ring to calm Bret down. Bret thanked the fans by telling them he loved them and traced ‘ WCW ’ with his fingers to the cheering and appreciation of the fans before following his family backstage .

While backstage , Hart began to question Michaels. Michaels claimed he didn’t know about what happened and why it did . Vince and his aides locked themselves in his office . The Undertaker watched the match from McMahon’s office and went to Hart to express how bad he felt for him . Undertaker also made Vince come out of the office and told him he needed to apologize to Bret. McMahon went to speak to Hart with both Patterson and Brisco , along with Bruce Pritchard. His son , Shane , followed . Hart had his family with him. The Undertaker had to move Michaels far away in the locker from everyone because he knew how Shawn was and he would interrupt. The Undertaker also made sure the other talent stayed out of the locker as they were discussing the outcome of the Screwjob. The discussion got heated with Hart punching McMahon. Triple H and other officials were confronted by Bret’s ex-wife , Julie . Owen had to escort her away from them before it got out of hand . McMahon left with a black eye and sprained ankle .

Shawn Michaels stated in his autobiography that McMahon told him not to carry his newly won WWF Championship out to the ring on RAW the next night and not bring up what happened. Michaels agreed to do so and wouldn’t bash Hart. Meanwhile in Bret Hart’s autobiography, he claimed that he had the support of The Undertaker and other talent . After learning about how Hart was disrespected, many WWF threatened to leave the WWF to follow him to WCW and not show up to RAW. One of these wrestlers was Mick Foley. Foley would return to RAW after talking to Jim Cornette. Rick Rude was one of the wrestlers who followed Bret and made his return to WCW two days after what happened . Hart and Rude were friends outside of the ring. Jim Neidhart and Davey Boy Smith left the WWF as Owen was still under contract with the company. Owen took a break and came back with the Blackhart gimmick. This gimmick was a Vigilante one which meant Owen wanted justice for his brother and his family. Vince would claim Bret Hart screed himself in an interview with Jim Ross on RAW. WCW commentators, Tony Schiavone and Mike Tenay , would jeer both Shawn Michaels and Vince McMahon. Eric Bischoff would keep teasing Hart’s arrival and the nWo claimed he would join them as soon as he made his debut . Due to the controversy, Vince McMahon’s character , ‘ Mr. McMahon ’, would be created . This gimmick made McMahon a power hungry and toxic boss who would bully talent who went against him. He would also pick his favorite talent to hand a championship to.

My Final Thoughts:

If you all , my readers, want me to be honest abut this article , I will. I was getting angry writing it . I am a fan of Bret Hart and went back to watch this on Peacock. I was only a newborn when it happened , I was born in 1997. I’m also a fan of Shawn Michaels. To me , the Montreal Screwjob is one of the most horrible things that happened to someone in wrestling. It showed how evil someone can be. And I actually felt bad for Bret. What do you think about this ? Sound off in the comments or my ask box . If both of them were in their prime today and it happened , where do you think Bret would’ve signed ? To me , he would’ve signed with AEW if this happened today.

Love You All,

- Kay

[edgessunflower]

Heartbreak hotel

Pairing: Kevin Nash x Fem reader

Description: A night at the heartbreak hotel leads to passion and the real feelings between you and Kevin to come to light

Pic credits to @romanthereigns

Gif credits to @stratusfactory

You had heard of the heartbreak hotel from Chyna and Hunter along with a story or two from Kevin but you had never been until now as you and kevin walk in to meet with Shawn. "Welcome Y/N! You're gonna enjoy being here" you laugh seeing shawn dressed in pink before you were shown around in awe feeling like the first time you ever stayed in a fancy hotel early in your career when you just valeted for the Hart foundation then the Blackjacks, you decided to check in and stay at the hotel after a few hours of the fun filled day with shawn and mostly kevin who never stopped making your heart skip a beat and your mind short circuit every time you were around him even when everyone else was around it still felt as if the two of you were the only people in the room being brought from your thinking by a knock on your door being completely caught off guard when you opened the door to see kevin on the other side. He walks in before you can say anything which made you worried by him being silent as you closed the door and looked at him feeling your heart shake at the look on his face, "There's just something different about you that I can't explain" your heart stops at his unexpected words as he towered over you while he slowly crossed the gap of space left between the two of you with his hands on your shoulders only making heat flood your body and your heart completely quiver and pound in your ears in the dead silence of staring at each other with your hand on his arms while his slightly cold hands moved from your shoulders to each side of your face while strands of your hair were between his fingers that sent a flutter through you. "Don't make me say it, I can't say the words" he caressed your cheek with his thumb before he suddenly leaned down and kissed you making the air disappear from your body, no other words were said as the kisses grew passionate and heated while lifted in his arms before he set you down on the bed running your hands down his chest feeling goosebumps on his skin almost feeling exposed when he removes your shirt but it's replaced with the budding desire and pure attraction between the two of you that finally hit the surface as your bra is thrown across the room leading to your hands tangled in his hair while he kissed your chest unable to look away from his hands running down your body. This moment with kevin was filled with more than heated desire or a lustful moment but rather a vulnerable and emotional moment built on a growing attraction and a wonderful friendship that bloomed into something more tender and intimate that neither of you expected but wouldn't change while being molded as the room echoed with low grunts and muffled moans, "I love you so much my sweet girl, my beautiful sweetheart" soft caresses and tender kisses are shared between whispered confessions and endearments before you followed him to the bathroom sitting on the shower chair as he washed your hair and cleaned your body and dried you off before cleaning himself up followed by brushing each other's hair until both of you were under the covers with nothing separating your bodies from each other dozing off with his hand running along your back while laying on top of him and your head tucked under his chin, "I love you my diesel" he smiled at your low tired voice before falling asleep not without pressing a kiss to his hand and him pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

[rawiswhore]

Various Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Queen of the Magazines"

There used to be all different kinds of wrestling magazines.

Besides WWF/WWE Raw magazine that would usually just showcase a photo one wrestler on the cover (or a tagteam or a faction), there were these wrestling magazines that had various wrestlers, wrestling managers and valets from different companies on the cover, like Pro Wrestling Illustrated is an example.

When your wrestling popularity was growing in the late 1990's, you appeared on the cover of a wrestling magazine alongside other wrestlers from different companies.

There was a small photo of you on that cover holding a towel that covered your naked torso, with your forearms holding that towel.

There was a caption of that photo of you that read your name and "Can't keep her clothes on!".

This image of you could've easily have been in that Beauties of Wrestling magazine, which was a magazine that had photos of beautiful women in pro wrestling like Sunny, Sable, Nancy Benoit, ECW women, WCW women, etc.

That picture of you was from a photoshoot you did for WWF Raw Magazine.

On the bottom left side of the magazine's cover was a photo of a sweaty Rob Van Dam standing sideways with strands of his hair sticking out.

On the bottom right side across from the magazine was a photo of Scott Hall sweaty and standing---it was a picture of him from a WCW Nitro episode.

Sandwiched between Scott and Rob was a photo of a long haired Chrsi Jericho having a WCW match against Raven.

Across from you on the upper righthand corner was an image of WWF newcomer (or rather, newcummer) Val Venis.

This magazine cover had so many sexy male wrestlers on the cover and that's a good thing, you just wish there could be more sexy male wrestlers on this cover, like Triple H and Shawn Michaels.

[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!

[aritamargarita]

Idk the context for this pic but LUNA VACHON PLS 😩💕

Omg Luna ❤️❤️❤️

now if im not mistaken the context was luna replaced sherri as shawn’s valet, i learned that this was wrestlemania 9

i wanted to post a clip of it but give me a minute to find it again

[imfreefallinall]

A Love Affair (Valet Shawn Imagine)

Hello everyone, Happy 2019!

This time, I am taking you back to the 1800s, when (and where) Queen Victoria ruler her kingdom like a badass. I am so in love with the tv series that I have decided to write an imagine inspired by it. English is not my first language, therefore writing like a kid in the 19th century was quite difficult, BUT I made my research and it turned out pretty well. Most of my characters existed in the past- well, Shawn didn’t of course.

I am back with a new imagine which could turn into a mini-series or it could have a spin-off. If you want this to happen, please remember that feedback is always appreciated!

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing it.

5,1k words

Love, B.

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London, March 1840.

(Jane’s POV)

“Lady Jane, niece of the Duchess of Buccleuch, Your Majesty.” I said, bowing in front of the Queen. My first day at Buckingham Palace.

“Duchess, Lady Jane, I am delighted by your presence at court. I believe I will enjoy your company very much. You have our permission to accommodate in your apartments, we will meet at 40 minutes after 14 hours for my daily walk in the park." Queen Victoria replied, smiling kindly at me while I lifted my head again, holding my hands tight together to make them stop shaking.  I excused myself and exited the Throne Room with my old aunt, never turning my back to the Royal Family as Mama taught me when I was little. I followed my aunt into our apartments, mesmerized by the golden greatness of the palace and its hallways. Shining, crystal chandeliers hanging from the decorated ceilings, large paintings adorning the walls.

”You need to straighten your back while you bow, Jane.”  the Duchess scolded, giving me a quite disappointed look.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. I will practise as soon as my engagements will permit me to.” I answered, eyes looking at the floor. I hoped the Queen did not notice my lack of composure.

“Not today then. You heard Her Majesty, you better hurry and change your attire. We need to be ready to follow the Queen in all of her appointments when she requires our company. Do not forget to prepare your watercolours and your paint brushes. It is good use to gift Her Majesty with a painting to show her your abilities. God knows if she will find you useful.” she told me with her usual cold tone. I nodded in silence and excused myself, moving to the other room to change my dress and shoes into something more comfortable than the ceremony dress I wore to meet Her Majesty Queen Victoria and His Royal Highness Prince Albert. A little knock on the door caught my attention while I was selecting the best brushes of my collection. I opened the door slowly, ready to bow at whoever was in front of me.

“Jane, you must not open the doors by yourself. We have the guards for this reason.” the Duchess exclaimed from the nearest room. That old woman had eyes everywhere.

“I am sorry, ma’am. It will not happen again.” I confirmed, sighting a little before turning my head to the door. A handsome, tall man was standing uncomfortably in front of me. He was wearing simple, cotton clothes and his hair, although had been visibly brushed to give them some order, were messy on his head. He smiled kindly, plump limps adorning his face that had now turned bright, embarrassed red. He was carrying a golden tray, a letter laying on it.

“Correspondence for the Duchess of Buccleuch, ma’am.” he exclaimed, extending the tray in my direction. I admired his smile, flattering my eyelashes fast to come back to my senses once I realized I was staring too long.

“Thank you, I will consign it to her.” I smiled, taking the golden paper in my gloved hands. The boy bowed his head a little, retiring himself and walking down the hallway. I could have sworn he was muttering to himself.

“Give it to me, Jane! I am not too old to open a letter by myself.” the Duchess said, taking the envelope from my hands and sitting in her armchair.

“Go, do something, Jane. I am sure you will find something else to do instead of standing there, looking at me.” she added and I nodded, dismissing myself and walking out of our apartment.

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Buckingham Palace, Summer 1840.

“The Queen is pregnant, Jane, so you must practise your musical skills in order to delight her whenever she requests it. In her conditions, she will not have many engagements and you must amuse her during her period of rest.” the Duchess ordered and I assented, accepting for the thousandth time a new order.

“Yes, ma’am. I will be in the Green Room, exercising myself at the piano.” I bowed at her and walked down the stairs, losing myself in those infinities, golden hallways.

“It seems to me that you might be in need of help, My Lady.” a masculine voice said behind me. I turned and curtsey at the blonde, good-looking man dressed up in a classic English red and white uniform.

“Yes, Sir. I was searching for the Green Room to play the piano but I must have lost my path. “ I answered, intertwining my hands in front of me and straightening my back, the corset digging in the soft form of my hips and obliging me to stay rigid.

“I will be honoured to walk you to your destination. I believe I have not had the pleasure to make your acquaintance before. I am Lord Alfred Henry Paget.” he said, lifting his hat with his right hand while walking by my side.

“Lady Jane, niece of the Duchess of Buccleuch, My Lord.” I replied, reverencing again. If I was obliged to introduce myself once more in this way, I would be sickening straight away. Fortunately, we walked in silence down various hallways.

“I believe you are very talented in the matter of music. I would like to hear your favourite piece, Lady Jane.” he proclaimed entering the Green Room.

“It would be a pleasure to me, Lord Alfred.” I replied, sitting in front of the instrument with my handwritten score in front of my eyes. I played for what felt like hours, waiting for Lord Alfred to excuse himself in order to let me finish but he seemed too delighted to acknowledge my tiredness so I had to keep playing and playing until a knock on the open door gave me the perfect excuse to rest my hands.

“Please, do not stop playing, Lady Jane. Your music is nectar to my ears. “ the Lord said, requiring me to start again.

“Pardon Sir, I would never interrupt your activities but I have correspondence for you, Lord Alfred.” the same servant I met multiple times during my stay here spoke vehemently but politely. I turned slightly my gaze to look at him, my hands dancing expertly on the keyboard.

"You are my favourite page boy for a reason, Shawn. You can go now.” the Lord replied and I repressed a surprised smile. The boy, Shawn, curved his head down and exited the room.

"I would like you to sit with me, Lady Jane. I believe your hands feel heavy after such an impeccable performance.” added Lord Alfred after he read the letter, making me almost sighting in relief. I sit on the bench in front of his chair, hands in my lap.

"May I say that I have never heard a respectable man like you call a servant by his name, Lord Alfred.” I questioned politely, looking at the man sitting with the letter now opened in front of him.

"I recognise you are right, Lady Jane, it might result inappropriate but Shawn and I grew up in different parts of the same house. It was not unusual for my kid self to play with him. I believe he is as respectable as me when it comes to names and not noble titles, My Lady. " he answered calmly, making me smile a little.

"I find it very kind of the Queen to permit you to take your servants here at Palace. " I replied while he nodded.

"Being Chief Equerry and Clerk Marshal of the Queen has its privileges, beyond its duties, My Lady. In fact, I must excuse myself but I must go to solve some of my obligations. Hearing you play was a pleasure, I do hope I will be able to do it again soon.” he exclaimed, almost happily, while we both stood to greet each other.

"It was an honour, Lord Alfred.” I smiled politely, bowing after he kissed my right hand.

"If you happen to get lost again, please ask me or Shawn for help. I would never want you to miss your engagements because you could not find the right way, Lady Jane.” I giggled a little, nodding slowly.

"You have my word, Lord Alfred.” I agreed and he smiled one last time before wearing his hat on his head again and walking out of the small salon. He was a respectable man and a tempting marriage prospect, indeed, but he could not make my heart race in the same ways as his valet.

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Anglesey, Irish Sea, January 1839

(Shawn’s POV)

"Shawn, my reliable friend, I have a great tiding for you! I have been chosen to be the Queen’s Chief Equerry and Clerk Marshal. We are moving to Buckingham Palace, dear friend! Please, guarantee that all my essentials are packed before Saturday at 13 hours.” my master, Lord Alfred, ordered kindly. I nodded and bowed my head.

"I am pleasantly happy but not surprised for your achievement, Sir. I will personally pack your chest with all the things that are necessary.” I obeyed, making my way into the Master’s estate to prepare all the items of baggage.

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Buckingham Palace, March 1840.

"Everyone, listen! Today the new Ladies-in-waiting of the Queen will arrive. The Queen will host a luncheon and you will all be expected to greet them with their noble title or calling them Lady. Everyone will be needed today, so forget about your normal role because you will be demanded to do whatever will be necessary, including serving someone who isn’t your master. All clear? Now, go and do your work.” Mister Penge, the servants’ supervisor, explained with his usual harshness what were our daily tasks. Clearly, being Lord Alfred’s page did not exonerate me from normal tasks. Soon, I was asked to deliver envelopes all over the Palace, ending right in the wing reserved to the Queen’s Ladies. I knocked at the white and gold door, the Royal Guards looking at me dubiously. A young, beautiful girl opened the door, a smooth move like she was used to doing it every day. I doubted she was.

"Correspondence for the Duchess of Buccleuch, ma’am.” I spoke kindly, my cheeks immediately burning red because of her eyes scanning my clearly not noble attire. I took advantage of her distraction to admire the way her dress hugged her small frame perfectly. It was rather simple to be worn by a Lady like her: blue and long, without any particular pattern but pearled lace adorning her round, full chest and her slim waist. Then I looked at her round, natural rosy face: blue eyes shining, matching the Royal environment surrounding us, and blonde, curly hair framing her cheeks softly, leaving her pierced ears free to make those big, celestial blue earrings reflect the pale light of the sun.

"Thank you, I will consign it to her.” she smiled, locking my eyes with hers while her delicate hands, covered with matching blue gloves,  took the letter from the tray. I nodded, bowed and made my way back into the servant’s floor, scolding myself for being too insolent while looking at her. She is a Lady and, therefore, not someone made for me.

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Buckingham Palace, November 1840.

"Shawn, please, deliver this letter to Lady Jane. I believe I saw her walking in the garden after she left Her Majesty’s apartments. I am surprised her aunt, the Duchess, left her alone so please, hurry. I would really like to meet her soon. I give you custody of this letter.” Lord Alfred issued me with this duty and I nodded immediately, placing the letter on the golden tray and walking out of the Palace. The air was cold but fresh, the sky was promising white snow. I walked for a few minutes before finding Lady Jane sitting on a marble bench, her wooden easel in front of her and two palettes of watercolours placed on the table at her right. A thin brush placed in her left hand, lifted in the air and moving suavely to imitate the forms of the white flowers blossomed in the garden in front of her.

"I am sorry to interfere in your activities, ma’am, but I have a letter for you from Lord Alfred.” I announced, moving to be in her sight. She started a little on her seat, brush falling from her hold. I knelt to the ground, taking the tool in my bigger hands and offering it to her with the letter.

"Thank you, you can put the letter on the table.” she answered weakly, her usual warm smile long forgotten. I assented, placing the envelope far from the big cup full of coloured water to preserve it from being soaked. I bowed and started to walk away, before turning again.

"I would not want to sound unkind, but I believe it is getting cold outside and your dress does not seem warm enough.” I said hesitantly.

"I believe you are right, indeed, but going in my apartments would mean meet my aunt and I would rather not right now. Thank you for your carefulness.” she replied, smiling faintly. I nodded again and bowed, starting to walk away once more. I could not leave her like that, though. I might not own a title but I am a gentleman, still. I turned again.

"I am afraid I have no right to offer this but, since I have no right to enter your apartments, ma’am, I could take you my coat to fight the cold? Or I could ask Lord Alfred and take you one of his warmer coats, I am sure it would be much more appropriate.” I spoke again and this time she turned to face me.

"I would like to be left alone, please, so do not call Lord Alfred.” she answered, turning back to draw a harsh line on her canvas. I sighted, ready to recite my excuses, but she interrupted me.

"I would also like to wear your coat, please. I do not want to pass a cold to our very pregnant Queen.” she added and I smiled, relieved, running in my dormitory and going back to her. I placed my only coat, one gifted to me by my old father before my departure to Buckingham Palace, on her small shoulders. She smiled, placing her hands on mine to adjust the cloth.

"Thank you so much. Would you mind moving those flowers for me? " she asked kindly, almost giving me the chance to say no.

"Yes, ma’am. Guide me.” I replied, making my way to the small flowerbed. I started to move the flowers as her wish, making myself comfortable between them.

"This is perfect, please, hold them in this way for a little bit longer.” she commanded, sounding more like a girl and less like a lady. Sitting there, in the humid grass, I wondered how old was her, if she was happy about being at court or if she was happy in general. On any other day, if someone asked me, I would have said that she was, indeed, happy. But that day, maybe for the usual, grey sky of London, or maybe for the way a lock of her hair fell from her unkempt hairstyle, I would have answered that being a Lady was an attire too tight for her to wear.

"Please, Shawn, talk to me. Some company would make me work faster.” she spoke, her face hidden by the canvas she was working on.

"I am 22 years old and I grew up in Lord Alfred’s dad’s estate. My mother was a seamstress and my dad a squire but I was raised to be everything Lord Alfred wanted me to be: a friend, a rival in a fencing match or a musician. I am grateful because I got the chance to listen to Lord Alfred repeat his lectures or exercise his skills and, in this way, I learnt to write, to read and some science and astronomy too. Being able to read gave me the opportunity to admire the world’s greatest poems like the Odyssey or Shakespeare’s plays. Personally, my favourite is Macbeth, not only for the history it tells but mostly because of the teaching it shares with us: always choose honesty before power. And I do follow this example even if, in my opinion, a man who lived in the 17th century could have been more kind to the poor, crazy Lady Macbeth. I also like music, in fact, I can play the piano and some instruments with strings. I really enjoy looking at paintings and I know many famous artists but, unfortunately, my hands are not as delicate as yours: I would make a horrible painting if my hands were allowed to touch, even lightly, a brush.” I spoke, hearing her soft giggles coming from the seat she was sat on.

"Such a curious man you are. Please, come here. I would really like your opinion on my painting.” she said, placing the brush in the cup and standing up. I walked forward, brushing my hands on my trousers to take off the humid terrain. I stood behind her, my big frame hovering over her, allowing me to see her canvas. It represented the garden, with those white flowers that lasted all winter and that she seemed to love. The harsh line she angrily painted before was now moulded to resemble a cloud in the sky. I then recognize my figure, almost laid in that carpet of flowers that looked like snow. She did not paint my face, just some light strokes to resemble my lips, nose, eyes and eyebrows.

"Wow...this is...not what I expected, to be honest, but it is a real masterpiece. I believe your hand has a magic touch on this canvas.” I congratulated her, still mesmerized by her talent.

"I hope you do not mind, Shawn, but everything seemed too grey and sad before you came here with your charming, warm smile. I thought I needed to bring the same warmness into my painting, in order to balance the cloudy sky I see every day from this golden prison.” she answered, turning to look at me. I lowered my chin a bit, our eyes intertwined once more while I admired the smile that was gracing on her fine lips.

"I am honoured, Lady Jane.” I said, looking back to the painting. She was too beautiful.

"Just Jane for you, I beg." she whispered, surprising me with her request. I smiled and nodded, looking back at her and allowing myself to get lost in her beauty once more.

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(Jane’s POV)

"Her Majesty, The Queen of England and His Royal Highness Prince Albert are delighted to announce the Servants’ Christmas Ball in honour of the newborn Princess Victoria. It will take place this Saturday, the 23rd of December in the basement. " The servants’ supervisor announced. A small smile appeared on my face, my gaze running around the Throne Room and laying on Shawn’s excited face. Our meetings became more frequent: it could be in the gardens, when he delivered letters and spent more time than necessary by my side as I tried to teach him the French technique to use watercolours, or I could play the piano for hours, waiting for him to casually walk by and play with me, hoping no one saw us. We smiled for a few seconds at each other, then I turned to look at the Queen, sat on the throne, happiness and relief surrounding her. She was made for being a Queen. The pregnancy had made her uncomfortable and she felt useless; now she was ready to reign over her kingdom again and what better than a ball to celebrate? She loved balls. I loved balls too.

Returned to our apartments, I dismissed myself from the Duchess and I sat at the small glass table, brush in my hand as I started to draw the dress I would have loved to wear at the party. I was expected to wear the dress the Duchess would have found more suitable for me, but I would have loved to wear a rather simple dress, without all of the elaborated patterns and diamonds. Maybe a plain green dress with a little fine lace on the hem and my favourite pin, the last gift my mom left for me: a pin with an emerald and some small pearls. I hope Shawn would have liked me better in a simple dress. Maybe, if I asked nicely, I could have gotten the dressed I was more pleased to wear.

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(Shawn’s POV)

"Shawn, I believe your ceremony suit does not fit you well enough to be seen by Her Majesty. So I asked my tailor to create a new costume for you, I believe we have the same size. And certainly, I would never want people to deem I do not treat my servants, once in a while.” Lord Alfred declared, handing me the suit.

"Thank you, Sir. I am very grateful for this.” I replied, taking the soft cloth in my hands. I hoped Jane would have found me classy enough to share a dance with me.

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Buckingham Palace, the 23rd of December.

I was thrilled. The basement was decorated with green plants and good perfumes, a small Christmas tree in the corner with small candles to lit it up. I shaved and cleaned as much as I could, trying to be the best version I could be to deserve the company of Jane. I wore the suit, which probably cost as much as three years of my salary, and I was surprised it fitted so good on me. I looked almost...noble.

20 minutes after 19 hours, the trumpets started to play and we all lined up to greet the Queen. She was absolutely gorgeous, indeed, but the woman walking three steps behind her was breathtaking. Jane was wearing a long, green velvet dress, tight around her chest and loose around her hips. A small pin in the middle of the neckline and her hair tied up in a low bun made of a braid, the same white flowers she loved perfectly arranged between her locks.

"Maestro, please.” the Queen said, motioning to the small orchestra. The Head Master took her in his arms as they lead the dance, servants and noble joining them soon after. I walked slowly to the other side of the small living room, standing beside Lord Alfred and Lady Jane.

"Lady Jane, may I have this dance?” Lord Alfred said after a while, offering his hand to the lovely woman near him. She seemed uncomfortable, the Duchess her aunt whispering in her ear, clearly trying to convince her to accept. She was almost nodding, lifting her hand to lay it in my master’s.

"I believe, Sir, this ball is meant to intertwine servants and nobles. It would not be a good image if two nobles danced with each other. I am sure Miss Skerret would be pleased to dance with you, Lord Alfred.” Mister Penge exclaimed, showing my friend Nancy to my master. He nodded, not pleased but not angry, taking Miss Skerret’s hand and going into the dance floor. Mister Penge looked at me slightly, nodding a little in Jane’s direction and walking away to dance with the Queen. I smiled, turning to face Jane.

"Lady Jane, may I lead you to the dance floor?" I asked kindly, stretching my hand for her to take it.

"I would be honoured.” she smiled, placing her soft hand in mine with no hesitation. I squeezed it softly, leading her where the others were dancing and we started waving together, her hand on my shoulder and mine leaned delicately on the upper part of her back.

"I have reason to believe your aunt was not delighted by this ball, My Lady.” I spoke softly, looking at her shining blue eyes. She giggled, hand holding mine a little bit tighter.

"I am sure you are not mistaken, she has not stopped showing her disappointment since the ball was announced. I find it almost disrespectful, it is something the Queen really looked forward too.” She reasoned, her feet guiding mine during the Walzer we were dancing to.

"Was she? I hope she was not the only one.” I replied, distancing myself from her warm body just enough to let her twirl a few seconds, welcoming her back in my arms soon after.

"Indeed, she was not. The whole court is reunited here, tonight. I find this amusing and a good event to lighten everyone’s state of mind.” She laughed, twirling again and ending closer to my chest. We danced for a few minutes, switching partners for the next five dances before I had the chance to address her again.

"Would it be inappropriate if I admitted I missed all of you?” I whispered softly, my hand moving slightly on her back. I knew the corset was probably hurting her, her shoulders tensed and her movements not as smooth as when we danced once, in the dark of the night.

"It would not if I admitted I missed all of you too, certainly.” She smiled, her eyes looking lovely in the Christmas light.

"I wish we could be closer, just like we were when you were getting my horse ready.” She added, her face getting close to my shoulder. I sighed, memories of the time we passed as normal young persons full-filling my head.

"I wish, indeed, but I am afraid this will be the closest we will get to be tonight.”  I replied, my fingers intertwined with her in a desperate attempt to satisfy the need of caress her cheek.

"Maybe I could forget my gloves on the wooden chair I see in the corner, and you would be expected to bring them to me.” Jane suggested, her warm breath caressing my neck, making me shiver.

"It would be a shame, ma’am, if you did not have the chance to wear this morbid gloves again.” I agreed, my thumb brushed softly against the uncovered skin in the middle of her shoulder blades. We stayed silent for the rest of the night, gifting each other with hidden smiles. When the Queen retired, her Ladies-In-Waiting and the rest of the nobles followed her. I stayed with my equals, cleaning until I noticed her small, light green gloves methodically placed on the chair’s seatback. I put them in the pocket of my jacket, breaking a smile as the perfume of my beloved Jane filled my senses. As I finished my duties, I climbed the stairs and patiently wait for Jane to arrive. When she did, she was wearing a dark coat on her nightgown. Her hair was no longer organized in a complicated way, only a simple hair comb to keep it from falling on her face.

"I am sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but I am afraid you may have forgotten your gloves downstairs, after the ball." I played my role, her small hand wrapping around my wrist and guiding me to a darker hallway.

“Thank you, Shawn. I would have not know what to do with myself if I did not get them back." She whispered, her hands brushing against mine to collect the gloves and placing them in her pocket.

"May I have the pleasure? One more dance with you.” I smiled, my arms embracing her tenderly.

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(Jane’s POV)

How could I resist his loving smile? I knew the Duchess was probably waiting for me, but forgetting for a few minutes of who I was and what I was supposed to do sounded too sweet to refuse. I placed my head in the crook of his neck, his warmness feeling familiar.

"You looked..exquisite tonight. But would you mind if I...?” he whispered, his hand coming up and wrapping around my hair comb, extracting it slowly to let my hair fall freely on my shoulders and neck.

"I love seeing you..unbounded. Less like a Lady, more like a beautiful, young woman.” Shawn explained, his fingers brushing sweetly against my cheekbone, moving my messy hair to reveal more naked skin. I smiled shyly as he started to hum a slow harmony, his head lowering to caress my neck and my cheekbones with the soft curve of his rosy lips. I closed my eyes, his fingers moving more hair behind my ears, his kisses coming to my cheek. I opened my eyes again, uncertain if I would enjoy more this moment blind or not, only to find his brown eyes already staring at me with a glimpse of hope and tenderness.

"My beloved Jane...I wish I could be the man for you, and we both know I am not. But for tonight, I want to forget and just be a boy in love with a girl.” he whispered, his breath warm on me. I smiled in disbelief.

“You love me?” I questioned, my hand lifting to twist the lonely curl who fell on his forehead around my small finger. He took my free, and for once naked, hand in his, kneeling to the ground and kissing it in a slightly way.

“How could I not, my angel? Your skin is like silk under my callous finger, giving them rest after a rough day. Your eyes are always so full of admiration when I speak about music and art, even if I am just a valet. Your hair, blonde as the grain of August and perfumed like the flowers you adore. And your lips, my love...” he said, standing back on his feet and taking my face in his hands “...your lips look just like my deepest desire, the one I try to hold back so fiercely.” he murmured, his nose stroking lovely against mine.

“Please, my dear...do not hold it back. You are my only wish.” I replied. He smiled brightly at my words, nodding before pressing his lips on mine. A slow, uncertain kiss at first and a passionate embrace then, his arms closing around me and mine tugging kindly at the hair at the base of his neck. The humid sound of our lips parting and reconnecting was the only one filling the air as his tongue tapped gently against my lower lip, begging to meet mine and to capture it in a dance as sweet as the one who concerned us before. As we parted one last time, the midnight bells ringing in distance, he pressed a kiss on my forehead guiding my hands to rest over his strong chest to feel the fast beat of his heart.

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[deepdisireslonging]

Power Struggle

The reader used to work for Wardlow. Now she works for MJF and he is intent on breaking her spirit. But she’s fighting back with everything she’s got.

Pairing: None

Warnings/Promises: angst, whump (reader forced to wear a shock collar), MJF is an asshole, (spoiler: happy ending)

Word Count: unknown

Note: I was thinking about this all day and couldn’t do anything else until I typed it out. Feedback is super appreciated.

It had started off beautiful enough.

Being a barista at Claudio Castagnoli’s favorite coffee stop had it’s advantages. Chatting one day about how’d you wanted to get into wrestling without the sweating lead to him getting you trained as a valet. Eventually he introduced you to Wardlow, and you two hit it off right away. There was a gentleman’s agreement that they wouldn’t meet in a match for a while. And Claudio promised to be there if you needed him.

For a while, you were happy. Wardlow appreciated your quick wit and quicker jabs against his opponents. You liked that he made you laugh and bought ribbons for your hair to match your bright ring clothes. Your partnership won Wardlow a second championship.

Then MJF began to strangle your dreams.

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“I’m so glad you two agreed to my changes.” His smile was sickening.

While Wardlow cocked his head, you snatched up the contract he just signed and flipped through. A new paragraph on page three made your blood run cold.

“How does it look, Y/N?” He leaned back in his chair. Shawn Spears snickered over his shoulder. “How does it feel, knowing that if your Wardog loses our match, not only does he lose his championship, but he also loses you.”

Wardlow gripped his pen like a weapon, “Max-”

Your eyes flickered through the text. Each word worse than the last.

“Don’t hate me because you can’t read and because your girl can’t do her job. As such, I’m ensuring she gets a better education in wrestling either way.” He watched your eyes shine with tears you’d die before letting them fall. “Even if you win, Y/N is going to start working for me. Unlikely, but if you manage to retain your championship, we might be able to come to a bargain. Keep in mind,” he yawned, already bored with the havoc he’d wrought, “that clause also keeps you from enacting a rematch for six months when you lose.” He reached across the table for the hand you had spread out to steady yourself. “I can’t wait for you to see what real power looks like.”

With a roar, Wardlow flipped the table. But MJF was already gone, his mission accomplished and plenty of doubt sown.

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The referee was distracted with a fake ring. Wardlow knew MJF’s tricks, and was able to disarm him of one illegal weapon. But Max brought a second. A mixture of a low blow and a sharp punch to Wardlow’s jaw dropped him. Max shouted and bounced off the ropes, drawing the ref’s attention. It looked clean. And the pin was set.

You tried to back away from the ring as MJF raised the title above his head. But you bumped into Shawn Spear’s chest.

“Where do you think you’re going, lovely?” He spun you around, making you watch as MJF placed a boot on the back of Wardlow’s neck and posed. He made eye contact with you. Spears held you in place while MJF dismounted the ring.

“I’m going to make your life hell,” you spat. When he raised his hand to slap you, you set your jaw.

“Hmm.” His hand lowered gently back to his side. “We’ll have to do something about that mouth, won’t we?” Wardlow stirring in the ring caught his attention. You winced as his strong grip started to drag you up the ramp. He included you in his pose on stage where everyone and Wardlow could see you standing by his side, and the championship over his shoulder.

{*}

Weeks passed. You did your best to live up to your promise of making MJF’s life a living hell. If he gave you an order, you did exactly as he asked, but with a twist. He stopped having you bring his morning coffee after you blasted cold air over it in your car on the way to the office. It was obvious he wasn’t going to trust you with any paperwork. You refused to give any input to his plans to rule the AEW roster. He retaliated where he wished. Your usual bright clothes “clashed” with his look. At first he let you wear muted colors, then chose completely black outfits for you to wear. Little by little, any control you had over your budding wrestling career was taken from you.

At ringside, there wasn’t much you could do, either. Spears had his back most of the time. And you were told to “stand there and look pretty” next to the time keeper’s table. It didn’t stop you from shouting your usual cutthroat opinions at MJF. The last one ended in a shouting match after he dismantled some poor competitor. 

“I will break you, Y/N. You might as well accept it,” he’d said.

You never thought he’d go this far.

“Miss Y/N, you’re looking extra gloomy this evening.” His bright smile made you want to punch him.

“It’s easy to do when your forcing me to work for the least talented man on the roster.” A smile tugged at your lips when he glowered.

MJF smoothed his lapels. “So rude. And I even had a present to give you.”

“I don’t want it.”

His eyebrow arched. “Are you sure, sweetheart? I thought something inspired by Wardlow might bring a smile to your face.”

The thin, velvet rectangular box he pulled from his jacket was probably untrustworthy. He flicked it open, revealing a necklace crafted to look like a red ribbon with a small paw pendent inset with a green stone. At least it would be a pop of color. Gently, he pulled it out and circled you to put it on. Something heavy clicked behind your neck. The red band was too thick to be a ribbon. It sat it the middle of your throat like a choker. It was too tight. But when you reached back to adjust it, there wasn’t a clasp, but a lock.

MJF fiddle with a key between his fingers as he walked around to stand in front of you. “Good girl, standing there while I put your collar on.” After dropping the key in his pocket, he checked his smart watch.

You growled, “listen here, Max. I-” and then a small electric shock stopped your voice, making you gasp.

He held up his watch to show you the button on the screen. “I figured I might need something to help you behave tonight. Your friend Claudio’s teammate, Wheeler, has requested a title match and contract signing. Don’t worry, I already checked. You’re not mentioned on it.” MJF adjusted his cuff links, then reached for your neck. He grabbed the front of the low-cut top he picked for you to keep you in place. Simply so he could flick the charm. “And don’t even think about trying to get away. The range is good for up to five miles. Your job tonight is to use that sharp tongue of yours against Wheeler and the Blackpool Combat Club when prompted. Anything more, and we’ll have problems. Understood?”

You nodded, but removed MJF’s hand from your blouse.

“I want to hear you, sweet-cheeks. Say ‘I’ll behave, Max’ for me.”

Gritting your teeth, you forced out “I’ll behave-” but another zap stopped you.

“Oops. Sorry.” Max flicked the button on his screen from a red one to a blue one. “It has a setting against loud bitches. Anything above a whisper and I’ll know.” He smiled at you. “I’ll try to remember to turn it off when we get to the ring.” Turning on his heel, he called back. “Fifteen minutes till show-time.”

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You did as he asked. No twists or way out this time. Not when he kept his fingers centimeters away from the screen on his wrist. Wheeler had been shocked to hear your sharp words. Even Claudio, who understood and enjoyed friendly competition, glared at you from time to time.

While MJF rambled on and the contract was passed around for signatures, you tried to make eye contact with Claudio. He ignored you. You kept your hands tightly gripped together on the table. If you reached for the collar, to adjust it or hint to Claudio of it’s use, you were afraid MJF would set it off. The only one who would meet your gaze was Mox. But your pleading eyes did nothing to even pause his angry fidgeting.

“In two weeks, I’m going to raise this championship above your head, Yuta.” MJF stood, holding the belt up high. “Regal, I hope you’ve trained your boy well. I’m looking for an actual challenge.” He threw the mic onto the table and held out his hand towards you. Your pause made him hiss at you. “Take. My. Hand.”

Shivering, you did. MJF squeezed it tight, as if to break your fingers. He led you around the table to leave. Passing Claudio, you mouthed, “help.” But with the speed MJF was going, you weren’t sure he saw it.

Backstage, he was instantly surrounded by Tony and a film crew. He made a show of checking his watch, then nodded to send you off. A few lonely steps later around the corner, you bumped into Wardlow. 

“Y/N?”

With a gasp, you grabbed his arm. “You’ve got to get me outta here. Please.” Your whispers hopefully wouldn’t carry far enough for MJF to know something was up. You glanced over your shoulder to check. “I’m not going to make it two weeks, much less the last three months of his contract. He’s controlling me by-”

He sighed. “I’m trying. But according to everyone I’ve asked, the contract I signed is legal. As my valet, it sealed you in. They won’t let me fight him. And if I try to attack him like I did when he had a deathgrip on my contract, they’ll fire me.” He laid his hands on your shoulders. “Not that it did Max any good, but it wouldn’t free you.” Gently, he smoothed down your hair. “I’m doing my best. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too-”

“What could you be sorry about, Y/N?” MJF came around the corner.

You stepped back and pushed Wardlow away. MJF didn’t seem to care.

Wardlow’s lip curled towards a snarl. “She’s sorry she can’t work for me.” He made eye contact with you, holding the snarl as if to push you emotionally away. “As she said a second ago, I was the one who put her here.”

MJF slid a hand around your back to your hip, tugging you close. “That you did. Don’t worry. She’s in better hands.” He nuzzled his nose against your collar. Wardlow stormed past to the sound of MJF’s laughter and your silence.

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Those two weeks passed by with MJF constantly jabbering on about how easy it was going to be to beat Wheeler. Even if the whole Combat Club could be ringside, which he was working on preventing. Your snide comments did nothing but zap you. It felt worth it. Until you poking holes in MJF’s plans made him adjust them to be fool-proof. After each zap, MJF would sit close to you to shush and hug you. He claimed all of this was training and for your better good.

The only time you didn’t have the collar on was when he had Spears teaching you how to interfere from ringside. Another aspect of your training he said Wardlow had neglected. You didn’t bother pointing out that Wardlow didn’t need interference to win a match. After Spears had run you ragged, he helped hold you in place, pinned against the apron, so MJF could put your collar back on.

By the time the pay-per-view arrived, you were a nervous wreck. You tried to remain strong, but every way out was blocked. You couldn’t even tell anyone. MJF was your constant companion. Whispering in your ear things to tear down your confidence. Ramping up the voltage to keep you completely silent when he had to leave you alone. When he trained or fought, he made sure Spears had the watch.

During the match, only Regal was allowed at ringside. You could be there, but Spears stayed in the back as part of the agreement. He fully expected you to help as needed. Spears was more than willing to punish you if you let an opportunity pass. Thankfully, one never came up. MJF used his own shortcomings to ensure his win. While Regal led a battered Wheeler out of the arena, Spears cheerily skipped down to the ring. He dragged you in behind him for MJF’s celebratory speech.

“Smile,” MJF ordered. He maintained eye contact with you as he accepted the control of the watch. The smile you managed wasn’t enough. “A real one.” He wasn’t satisfied until you dug deep for your retail smile.

But before he could address the crowd, the rest of the Blackpool Combat Club and Wardlow slid into the ring. Mox dragged Spears out one way, followed by Claudio. Wardlow tackled MJF, but a low blow reversed the power.

You risked calling out his name. One step towards them, and their scuffle activated your collar. Your scream cut short. It was more intense than anything MJF had hit you with before. Claudio came to your aid, but you are arching and writhing in pain, clawing at the collar. “The watch!” you rasped.

Hazily, you watched the two of them take MJF to the ground. Wardlow smashed the watch against the apron. When he got back to you, you were in a cold sweat and shivering with aftershocks. His fingers reached for the back clasp.

“Key. You need a key.”

Claudio was already on it. He had to practically throw Mox to one side to rummage through Spear’s pockets. But he found it. And soon, you were free.

Wardlow held you close while you shivered. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You tried telling me, and I was wasn’t listening. If Britt Baker hadn’t seen MJF wrestling that thing on you...” He couldn’t finish.

“I’m sorry too.” Claudio sighed. “I promised to have your back. Then blocked you out when you were being forced to say those terrible things.”

“I don’t blame you. Either of you.” You wiped away your tears. “But what can I do? MJF still has control over me for another few months.”

“Not any more.” Wardlow directed your attention to the stage. “Baker raised hell when she found out what Max was doing to you. Khan tore up the contract. And now Max is going to pay for it.”

The man in question had just managed to crawl to the top of the ramp. He stopped in front of six pairs of boots. Britt Baker stood there, flanked by Kris Stratlander, Nyla Rose, Athena, Jade Cargill, and Anna Jay. Their differences were put aside. For you. MJF screamed the entire time they dragged him out of the ring.

Wardlow tilted your face up. “We would all completely understand if you want to leave. This is more than anything that should have happened to you.”

“Leave?” You accepted the help getting to your feet. “Nuh-uh. I’m just now getting the hang of it.” Weakly, you offered a real smile. “Besides, we’ve got to get your title back.”

Claudio snickered. “What if I wanted to try for it next?”

You shared a look with Wardlow. “Then I guess... let the games begin.”

((*))

Wrestling Masterlist

[eveningsinlondontearsmeapart]

Trouble

Type: one shot | imagine about Shawn Mendes Rating: Rated R for Sexual Content Word Count: 3000+ Paring: Shawn + Vanessa  Enjoy! 

Vanessa finished putting on her lip gloss and she was out the door. Grabbing a ride with her friend to their favorite nightclub. She quickly fixed her hair in the mirror before getting out of the car. Her friend threw the keys to the valet as she got out of the car.

"Take care of the car," the girl said as she linked arms with Vanessa. "Let's have fun Nicole," Vanessa said. "Let's" Nicole smiled as they walked in.

They went straight into the club and went up to the v.i.p room. Vanessa orders a drink before sitting down, checking out the scene. She grabbed the drink from the bartender when it was ready, taking a few sips.  

"I'm going down to the floor, see who's here," Vanessa said as she stood up. "Be careful girl," her friend said. "Always" Vanessa smiled as she walked downstairs.

Vanessa made her way to the bar, leaning against it just looking around. She noticed a guy standing at the bar, he was wearing a suit. He spotted her and started to make his way towards her. He nodded at the bartender and got two drinks sent down to where Vanessa was standing. He finally made it to her, standing by her sliding the drink towards her. She bite her bottom lip and grabbed the drink, taking a sip as she looked at him.

"Did I get the right drink?" he questioned. "It's alright," Vanessa said. "Oh really," he asked as he took a sip from his drink. "Yea" she smiled slightly. "Sorry for being so rude, My name is Shawn," he said. "I'm Vanessa," she said. "You are beautiful," he said. "Thank you" she took another sip from the drink. "I'm sure you've hear that all the time," he said. "And?" she asked. "Just saying" he looked at her. "Guess you just have to come up with something better," she said as she walked to the dance floor. "Guess so," he said as he placed his drink down and followed her.

She started dancing to the beat of the music. Running her hand through her hair, down her body. He smirked and moved closer to her, placing his hand against her hip. Moving with her to the beat of the music. She turned to face him, grabbing his tie keeping him close to her. Once the song finished she led him up to the VIP lounge.

"Who are you?" he asked. "Someone very important" she whispered in his ear. "Nice" he smiled and looked at her. "Yea very important," she said before leaning in closer to him. "Very" he pushed her hair back behind her ear. Tilting her chin up with his thumb, kissing her lips softly.

She kept the kiss between them as she moved closer to him. Grabbing his tie once again as he placed his hands against her hips. He smiled against her lips as he softly pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. Placed his hand against her neck, as she looked at him. She leaned back in and kissed him softly, pulling at his bottom lip.

"Whoa, who is this?" Nicole asked as she entered the VIP room. "Uh?" Vanessa said as she pulled away from Shawn. "Who is this cutie?" Nicole asked. "This is Shawn," Vanessa said. "Shawn, this is my friend Nicole," Vanessa said as she looked at him. "Nice to meet you" Shawn nodded towards Nicole, without taking his eyes off Vanessa. "I'm over here," Nicole said. "I know but I have the best view in front of me," Shawn said. "Getting better" Vanessa smiled and placed her hand against his chest. "Thank you" He smirked. "Whatever" Nicole said as she rolled her eyes.

Shawn sat down and pulled Vanessa to him, allowing her to sit on his lap. She leaned in and kissed him as she rested against him. When the bartender made his rounds Shawn ordered them a few more drinks. She took him back down to the dance floor, their bodies moved as one. Vanessa turned and danced against him, leaning her head back against him as his hands were on her hips. He slid his hand up her body placing it against her neck as he moved with her. Placing his lips against her neck as she moved. She turned to face him, grabbing his chin and kissing him passionately. He placed his hand against her neck as he kept the kiss between them. Pulling on her bottom lip, driving her crazy as he pulled away.

"Let's get out of here" he whispered in her ear. "Yea let me go tell Nicole," Vanessa said as she looked at him. "Alright," he said. "Come on" she grabbed his hand and led him back upstairs.

They went up to the VIP lounge and said their goodbyes, especially to Nicole before leaving. He led her outside and waited for the car to come around.

"You can't drive, we are drunk," Vanessa said. "I'm not driving," he said as he opened the back door. "Oh," she said as she got into the car. "Yea" he chuckled slightly as he got into the car as well.

She moved closer to him resting her head against his shoulder. Playing with his fingers as they arrived at his place. He got out of the car and held his hand out for her. She grabbed his hand and got out of the car. They went into his house and he slipped his shoes off at the door. She followed him and also took off her shoes.

"I'm going to get some water, make yourself comfortable" he kissed her cheek before going into the kitchen. "This is your house?" she questioned as she started to look around. "Yes," he said. "Wow," she said as she started to go into his room. "Must make a lot of money," she said. "Something like that," he said as he followed her into his room. "Something like that?" she looked at him. "Yea" he smiled and pulled her to him. "You are a mystery," she said. "So are you" he leaned in and kissed her softly.

She smiled against his lips before kissing him back. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he grabbed her hips. Lifting her onto the dresser, moving down to kiss her neck. Sucking gently against her neck, leaving a mark as he slowly started to move down her body. He placed his hand on her back and started undoing her dress. She started to undo his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as she wrapped her legs around him. Keeping him close as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. She leaned in and kissed his neck, slowly kissing down his collarbone. He moaned slightly as he pushed her dress off her shoulders. Moving his lips down to her breast. She leaned her back and started to moan as he moved between both boobs. He wrapped his arm around her waist, picking her up and moving them onto the bed. She pushed her hips up so he was laying on the bed and she was on top. She stood up and slipped her dress off before making her on top of him. He smiled and leaned up kissing her softly, rubbing his hand down her sides. Grabbing her ass as he started to suck against her neck again. He pushed his hips up pushing her down on the bed. Moving her hands above her head as he started to kiss down her body. Slowly making his way down to her panties, looking up at her.  He smirked and grabbed her panties with his mouth, slowly pulling them down as she raised her hips. Pulling them down the rest of the way with his hand, throwing them onto the floor. He kissed up her legs, up to her thighs as she started to moan. He kissed up her stomach, making his way back up to her neck.

"I won't show you everything" he smirked as he kissed her. "What?" She questioned. "Don't worry" he said as he stood up and undid his pants "When could I see everything?" she asked as she sat up. "When I make you mine" he tilted up her chin and leaned down kissing her softly.

He helped her up to her feet and bent her over the bed. Spreading her legs, placing her hands behind her back. He slipped a condom on before moving behind her. Sliding himself into her, pulling her up with her arms. His lips against her neck as he started to thrust into her. He placed his hand against her neck, keeping her close to him. Thrusting deeper into her as she laid her back against him.

'Fuck" she moaned. "Like that?" he moaned in her ear. "Yes, don't stop," she said. "Bend down and arched that back for me" he gently tugged at her ear lobe.

She bent down and arched her back, moving her hips back towards his. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her, harder and faster. She edged closer to a climax as she started to squirm from his thrust. He held her hips tighter so she couldn't get away from him, making her climax against him. She grabbed the sheets and screamed into the bed as she came. He slowed his thrust down so she could enjoy her climax. Once he knew she was over the first one he pulled out, turning her over pushing her back against the bed. Pulling her towards him, resting himself on her pussy, leaning down kissing her softly.

"Don't tell me you are done after just one" he smirked. "No one has ever made me move then once," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Guess you never had the right guy," he said as he slipped himself back into her. "Fuck" she moaned as she arched her back. "Good girl" he leaned in and kissed her, pulling at her bottom lip.

He thrust into her, slowly but going as deep as he could. Making sure he hit her spot with each thrust, driving her crazy. She moaned as she grabbed the bedsheets again.

"This time I wanna hear you scream," he said as he looked at her. "Yes," She moaned as she looked at him.

He leaned down and started to suck on her neck as he started to thrust harder. He grabbed her ass as he continued to thrust. He could feel her getting closer to another climax.

"Cum for me baby" he moaned into her ear. "I'm close," she moaned. "Let it out, don't hold back" he nibbled at her earlobe again.

With a few more thrusts she climaxed against him again. He held her hands above her head as she screamed, moving her hips towards his. He was close as well so he continued to climax, allowing her to ride hers out. He climaxed as well and pulled out, laying on the bed beside her.

"Wow," she said as she tried to catch her breath. "Yeah wow," he turned onto his side so he was facing her. "You are amazing," she said. "You are too," he said as he traced little patterns on her stomach.

He pulled the blanket around them as he placed his arm around her. They both fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning she woke up with a splitting headache. She shuffled in the bed and realized he was gone. She sat up and looked for her phone, which was on the nightstand with a cup of water and pills. She took the pills and took a few sips of the water, checking her phone as well. She had a bunch of missed calls and texts from Nicole. She texted her quickly letting her know that she was ok. Vanessa got out of the bed and put her panties and his shirt on. She made her way downstairs where she found him in the kitchen.

"Good morning," he said. "Morning," she said as she leaned against the wall. "How did you sleep?" he questioned. "Like a baby," she replied. "I have clothes ready for you in the bathroom, and breakfast is on the table," he said. "Clothes?" she questioned. "Since you didn't go home, I just thought you wanted something else to wear" he kissed the top of her head. "But my shirt looks good on you as well," he said. "Thank you" she nodded. "Alright well I have to go, see you soon?" he asked as he tilted her chin up. "Yeah maybe" she nodded as she looked at him. "Alright," he said as he left the house.

She ate the breakfast he made for her and got dressed. She grabbed her phone before heading out the door. She called a cab to get home. She rushed into her apartment and grabbed her bag for school, she was going to be late. The moment Vanessa left the apartment Nicole pulled up. They always rode together to class, Vanessa got into the car and they took off.

"Explain," Nicole said. "What?" Vanessa asked. "Last night," Nicole said. "I was at my apartment," Vanessa said. "You were not, now spill," Nicole said.

While Nicole was driving Vanessa told her everything about the night before. How amazing Shawn was in bed and just everything that happened. They pulled up to the school and went inside, they stopped by Vanessa lock quickly to switch books.

"Mr. Henry retired so we have a new history teacher," Nicole said. "Good, Mr. Henry was horrible," Vanessa said. "Yeah, he was. Seriously hope this teacher is hot" Nicole laughed. "Stop it, you know that is against the rules," Vanessa said as she shut her locker. "I know but a forbidden romance is so hot," Nicole said as she linked arms with Vanessa. "It would be, plus the thought of being caught would make the sex amazing," Vanessa said. "Sounds like you had an amazing time last night," Nicole said. "I did," Vanessa smiled.

They went into their normal classroom and took their seats. Still talking about the new gossip around campus.

"Did you hear about Luke?" Nicole asked. "What about him?" Vanessa asked as the new teacher walked into the classroom. It was Shawn from last night. "Whoa," Vanessa said. "Uh oh," Nicole said. "He can't be," Vanessa said. "No, he can't be" She took a deep breath in. "Good morning class I'm Mr. Mendes and I'm the new teacher," he said as he wrote his name on the board, when he turned around he saw Vanessa and he froze for a second.

Vanessa avoided eye contact with him throughout the whole class. He tried to ignore that she was in the classroom as well but it was difficult. Once the class was over he asked for her to stay back for a second.

"How old are you?" he asked after everyone else left. "I'm 21," Vanessa said. "How old are you?" She questioned. "I'm 28," he said. "This is so wrong," he said. "We are both of age so what's the problem?" she crossed her arms. "There isn't a problem with us but with the school," he said. "No one has to know anything," she said. "No one can know," he said. "Does this change anything" she questioned. "What do you mean?" he asked. "About last night and wanting to see me again," she said. "Of course not," he grabbed her hand. "I enjoyed last night," he said. "I did too, clearly," she smiled. "I know you did," he said. "Plus I want to see 'everything that you said last night," she said. "Once I make you mine" he sat down in his chair. "So make me yours," She said as she sat on his desk. Opening her legs slightly allowed him to see she wasn't wearing any panties. "Bad girl" he smirked. "Yea I am," she said.

He moved his chair closer to her, placing his hand on her thigh. He moved his hand under her skirt, brushing his thumb against her. She gasped softly as she looked at him, he moved her legs further apart. Resting her foot on his lap as he moved closer. His phone went off and he realized they couldn't do this in school.

"You should go," he said. "Can't just turn me on and leave me hanging," she said. "We can't do this here," he said. "Now I want you" she pouted softly. "I know but not here," he said as he stood up. "See you want me," she said as she rubbed against his boner. "I do but not here," he said as he grabbed her hand. "But I'm a bad girl," she said. "I'm sorry, you should go," he said. "Fine," she said as she walked out of the classroom.

He watched her walk away, the ache of wanting to touch her grew stronger. He started to walk behind her, grabbing her arm and pulling her into the teacher's bathroom. Locking the door before picking her up and placing her onto the sink. Pushing her legs off as he undid his pants. Allowing himself out as he kissed her, placing his hand around her neck.

"Don't make a sound," he said. "Of course not," she said.

He pulled her hips towards him and slipped himself into her. Thrusting deep into her and fast, sucking against her neck. He continued to thrust into her, she moaned against his neck to stay quiet.

"Shh," he said as he continued to thrust into her. "Sorry" She whispered, trying not to moan.

He continued to thrust into her bringing her to a climax first, this time he wasn't too far behind her. He climaxed as well and pulled himself out of her. Slipping himself back into his pants. He moved back between her legs, placing his hand against her neck.

"Wow," she said. "You have got to learn how to be quiet," he said as he brushed his thumb against her cheek. "Sorry, this is my first time sneaking around," she said. "I know, you'll learn," he kissed her softly.

They both left the bathroom and she went on her way. Making her way back to her locker switching books. When she closed the locker this time someone was standing there. It was the dean and she knew she was in trouble.

"You need to come with me," the dean said. "Yes sir," Vanessa said.

She took a deep breath in and walked with him to his office. She sat down and started to wonder what was going on. Mr. Mendes also walked in and sat next to her. Did the dean know about them or was it something else?

[heelbucks]

heartbreak girl - h.h.h

this is a request from a lovely anon who asked for s on the alphabet list! hope you enjoy!

includes: 90s!triple h x reader, being hbk’s younger sister, hunter being a massive softie, soulmate au. 

word count: 825

“Shawn, why do you keep scaring guys off? Now I’ll never find my soulmate!!” You groaned, pulling your sleeve over your wrist. Once you turned sixteen, two emblems that represented you and your life partner appeared. You had half of a broken heart and a skull with a crown and cross behind it. Now at almost 22, you’ve yet to come close to finding the one. 

“Not my fault I don’t think anyone is good enough for my baby sister.” your brother shrugged, plopping on the couch in your apartment. “I’m not a child anymore Shawn!! Stop babying me!” your voice was laced with venom. “All of my friends already know their soulmates and I haven’t even come close!” 

Shawn sighed. “Fine, you want me to stop babying you? Come wrestle with me. A lot of the boys have eyes on you and I need a valet for my upcoming feud.” “So, get Sunny to do it.” You rolled your eyes. “It’ll be good for you, you’ll love it. Plus, Vince is looking for more female talent.” 

Reluctantly, you agreed. “Awesome! Because I already told him you said yes and that you’d start training with The Kliq immediately.” “I hate you.” “Love you too baby sis. Here’s your ring gear. You start tomorrow morning.” He threw a spandex sports bra and tights at you, in his signature zebra print. “Heartbreak Girl, really?” “We’re siblings, it works. It’ll tie you in easier.” 

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You woke up and made your way with Shawn to the stadium they were playing that night. Of his colleagues, you only knew Sunny because she was always around. You had your hair up in a ponytail, and had on a white tee and leggings. Shawn said workout clothes for training and that’s the best you had. 

“Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” You smiled at the men who towered over you. “It must be nice to finally meet the better Michaels.” You chuckled. “Oh I like her, she’ll fit in just fine.” The only other girl said. “My name’s Chyna. There’s Kevin, Scott and Sean.” 

“Hey, sorry I’m late! I had to talk to Shane abo-” The most stunning man you’d ever seen came running down towards the ring. “Oh can it Hunter. You’re always late.” Scott quipped. 

“Who’s this lovely woman in front of me?” He rolled into the ring and stood in front of you. “Y/N, I’m guessing you’re Hunter?” “You’d be correct. It’s lovely to meet you Y/N.” Hunter grabbed your hand and placed a chaste kiss to it. Your face flushed, as you heard your brother from behind you. “Watch it Helmsley, that’s my baby sister.” You could've sworn you saw a smirk crawl up the 6’4 man’s face. 

“I’ll be careful. Let’s get started shall we?” You began with basics, learning how to properly take a bump, how to do your brother’s finisher, and how to cut a promo. All the while, Hunter taking every chance to be close to you or compliment you. 

“Alright, I think she has enough to last her for tonight. Vince won’t use her until we think she’s ready.” Shawn said, stretching his arms. “Speaking of, I gotta go speak to him about something.” Hunter jumped up and winked at you before adding  “See you guys later. Bye gorgeous.” 

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hunter’s pov

“Come on boss, she’s new to this and at least she already knows me. D-X is on it’s way out.” I pleaded with Vince to let me have a match with Shawn tonight, pretending it was for Y/N’s sake. The minute I realized she was Shawn’s sister I knew she was my soulmate. I thought it meant my soulmate was meant to hurt me or just didn’t exist. 

“Fine. It’ll be such good shit!” “Thank you, I appreciate it.” 

On my way out of Vince’s office, I bumped into someone and heard a thud. “Ow. You’re built like a brick wall.” I heard the feminine voice say from the floor. “Oh fuck. I’m so sorry Y/N! Are you alright?” I reached my hand down to pull her up. I spotted a symbol that looked like mine. 

“Y/N, can I see your arm?” I tried to hide my excitement. My soulmate was so close to me and yet my so-called best friend was hiding her from me. Then, I saw it. The same tattoo I’d been desperate to find on someone else. 

“It’s you…” She smiled up at me and I spun her around in my arms. 

“Princess, now that I’ve found you I’m never letting you go.” I kissed her forehead before placing her back on her own two feet. “I’d be disappointed if you did.” She smirked. I leaned down to kiss her, finally being able to kiss my life partner. 

“Now this! We can work with!!” I heard Mr. McMahon’s voice from behind us. “It’ll piss off Shawn.” “I’m in.” “That’s my girl.”

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Kay’s Advice For Going To Wrestling Shows

Hello Everyone! First things first , I wanted to thank you all for taking time and reading my blog and sharing the content on it! I appreciate all of you! I decided to switch things up a little today with this article. I’ll be sharing a few things I learned from going to different wrestling shows whether it’s a WWE, AEW , TNA, etc or an Indie show. My Brother- In - Law is a wrestler. I hope this article can help!

1. Cleanliness- If you are at any wrestling show , please make sure you pick up after yourselves. This helps event venue staff in the long run if it’s a show for a huge promotion such as WWE , AEW , etc. If it’s at an Indie Wrestling show , please do the same as you would at a huge show. This is one of my biggest pet peeves when I go to a show . I was an All Star Cheerleader and I saw people not picking up after themselves a lot . Also , please wear deodorant when you come to a wrestling show! No one wants to smell body odor when they are trying to enjoy wrestling !

2. If you are standing outside an arena waiting to hopefully meet or see your favorite wrestlers , make friends! You might even meet some of your social media friends! I did ( shout out to @slutfortheeclaymore and her awesome family !) . Also , if you meet your favorites , be nice and talk to them! I’ve met a few , Johnny Gargano, Candice LeRae , Raquel Rodriguez ( she signed my sister’s , @sjones41488 ‘s notebook for her birthday), The Miz , Shelton Benjamin . I had two amazing interactions . Johnny Gargano singled me out and told me he loved my vintage Shawn Michaels shirt I wore when I met him , and Drew McIntyre made eye contact with me and waved at me. Same rules apply for going to meet and greets. I met AJ Styles and he is phenomenal!

3. Let’s Talk About Legends Appearing At Indie Shows - If a wrestling legend appears at an Indie show you are attending, please respect them! If it wasn’t for them , you wouldn’t be watching the wrestlers you are now! Go up to their table and talk to them! Ask them questions , buy their merch , take photos with them etc. I’ve met a few legends myself and I can say , I’ve learned a few things . You might even get to see them wrestle too. I’ve watched George South wrestle a lot and let me tell you , he is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. He asked me to work his merch table at a show I was at and it was an honor to do so. I couldn’t turn it down. When I met the legendary Manager/Valet , ‘ The Perfect 10 ’ Baby Doll, I got to help her by taking photos of her and other fans. That was an honor for me as well. I’m grateful for both of those opportunities. Also, if you a wrestler, manager, etc, when a legend steps into your locker room , please show respect by helping them out . You could help them set up their merch table , carry their gear bag, shake their hand, etc. To me , this is a sign of respect. I’ll be attending WRESTLECADE this year and I’ll be meeting Kevin Nash and seeing other legends. And this goes for anyone , if a legend tells you a story about their time in the business, please listen.

4. PLEASE RESPECT WRESTLERS! I am so sick and tired of seeing articles and videos about wrestlers being ambushed at airports when they got off their flights to go to their next show. And do not wait outside of their hotels! That’s their private time! Incidents like this make me wish there was more security around wrestlers like there is for a celebrity like Taylor Swift. They are human like us! And if you are at an Indie show , please do not try and start fights with the wrestlers . The show doesn’t run smoothly of that happens and that is the last thing promoters don’t need other than talent getting injured. I’ve seen it happen. Also, DO NOT BE A CREEP TOWARDS WOMEN WRESTLERS! After seeing and hearing about creepy men harassing wrestlers such as Skye Blue , Alexa Bliss, and the guy trying to take photos of the feet of the NXT Women’s roster , I feel like this needs to be said. If you do this , you’re gross! I’ve noticed on AEW that Saraya calls creeps out when they do this! And don’t bully wrestlers , like I said , they are normal humans too and have feelings.

5. Don’t bully other fans at shows because of who their favorite is. I’ve seen videos of Roman Reigns and Cody Rhodes fans fighting at Wrestlemania over their match . It isn’t cool . Those fans are there to cheer on their favorite wrestlers just like you. Also, don’t be a creep to female fans either!

6. Wear Comfortable Shoes- Please wear comfortable shoes if you go to a huge show because you’ll be doing a lot of walking that day. I like to wear Sneakers or Athletic shoes, I find them comfortable when I go to shows. Or if you cosplay as your favorite wrestler, find a shoe that is comfortable to you . I don’t recommend wearing heels or sandals. You don’t want your feet to hurt or get stepped on.

7. Make sure you have some extra money on you! What I mean by this is bring some cash other than having your cards on you just in case if a card machine is down. This will help you in the long run in order to buy concessions and your favorite wrestler’s merch. But , getting something to eat is way more important than buying merch!

8. THIS ONE GOES FOR ALL WRESTLING SHOWS! - If a 10 bell salute is going on , please join in on the moment of silence. It shows respect to someone in the business who has passed away. I can’t stand it when someone talks during one because I think it’s disrespectful. And it’s okay to show emotion during it too.

9. At an Indie Show - If you are asked to stay out of the locker room, please do so. It’s rude and disrespectful if you are a fan trying to barge in on the talent getting dressed. The only ones in there should be the talent and promoter. Wait outside to meet the talent. And be respectful to their significant other ( if they have one) and their families . Also , if a show is doing a meet and greet for talent , go to that!

10. The Golden Rule - HAVE FUN! As a fan , professional wrestling shows are one of the most fun things to ever go to! If you haven’t been to one , that’s okay too! I hope you get the chance to go to one soon! The environment of a show is great!

My Final Thoughts:

These are just my tips for going to any wrestling show. I hope the advice I gave in this article is helpful to everyone ! Are you attending a show this year or going to WRESTLECADE? And what are some of your tips for going to wrestling shows ? Let me know and I might do a part 2!

Love You All,

- Kay

[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.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- "Boys Will Be Boys"

I hope this fanfic won't offend the fem readers, but viewer discretion is advised.

I also hope I haven't titled a fanfiction this already!

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By the end of the 1990's, the women's division in the World Wrestling Federation were beginning to be viewed and treated as sex objects with a few exceptions.

When the Attitude era was arguably emerging, Paul Levesque was leaving his Hunter Hearst Helmsley blueblood gimmick behind and trading it for Triple H.

He didn't become his the Game gimmick after abandoning Hunter Hearst Helmsley, but he became much more modern.

Speaking of which, Triple H and Shawn Michaels at the end of 1997 formed D Generation X and they lived up to their name.

They were immature, disrespectful, obnoxious and rude.

During a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired at the end of 1997, there was a moment where Triple H and Shawn were sitting at the commentary table whereas you were standing in front of them wearing nothing but a towel covering your naked body.

Shawn and Triple H both had their long hair hanging down in this moment.

"It's a good thing we're sitting down by this table!" Shawn said with a smile into the microphone, referring to himself and Triple H.

"Yeah, maybe we can see under her towel!" Triple H answered back, which got a lot of male fans cheering.

What Shawn Michaels said was a boner joke, as in he and Triple H are hiding their erections under the table.

Some male fans behind Triple H and Shawn were trying to look up under your towel.

"It gets cold during the winter!" Triple H chirped into the microphone. "And she's naked under that towel!"

"But I don't see her nipples!" Shawn replied. "If only she'd walk to the ring with her back turned in front of us!"

That was referring to if you stood next to the ring in front of the commentary table, Triple H and Shawn (as well as the fans behind them) might see your vulva hanging out of your towel.

"Good thing we're not wrestling tonight!" Shawn stated with a smile. "I couldn't wrestle with her half naked distracting me!"

They were basically acting like 2 horny 12 year old boys acting like they just saw women's breasts for the first time.

Triple H and Shawn didn't have to say this on commentary, they could've said this standing in the ring with you in between them.

"Thank God she's with us!" Shawn stated with a smile into the microphone. "But if only she'd distract us if she was our opponent's valet!"

They need to be saying more about the match going on instead of gushing about you.

"My tights feel even tighter when I'm near her!" Shawn admitted in the microphone.

That's another erection joke.

On the other hand, throughout Shawn and Triple H objectifying you, you were looking at them with a smirk on your face, like "boys will be boys!".

Surprisingly, Shawn and Triple H didn't try to pull your towel off.  

Some male fans behind Shawn and Triple H were reaching their hands and arms out trying to pull your towel off.

But you luckily were standing away from them.

There were some male fans in the audience wanting you to stand on top of the commentary table so they could look under your towel.

[luciadiosa]

Its always you - Part 4.1

Part 3.2

The Shawn Fall events took off. He even called up Lassiter and Juliet. Apparently, he and Gus sat across from this Despereaux and talked to him. You were probably on a hot track and wanted to lie in wait

 At the exact moment when they were hiding on the pier, you were already standing at the entrance of the aforementioned restaurant. Heavens were you glad that you had dressed up nicer. Although you saw on the Internet that the restaurant belonged to the upper league, it was even nicer live.

 "Y / n", you hear behind you. Pierre gets out of the expensive car, hands it over to the valet and went to you.

 "Without your last name I couldn't even go to the table." You reprimand him with a smile.

 "I know. We have table 7. “, he replied as if it is nothing and accompanied you to the table. He doesn’t want you to know his last name and bring it in any connection. He doesn’t want bringing up some other identities either. It wasn’t necessary.

 He adjusts the chair and sits across from you. “The lobster is very exquisite,” he mentions when he accepted the menu.

 Was he trying to signal that you could choose what you wanted? “I find the preparation of lobsters terrifying. Besides, I don't think the meat of the lobster tastes like anything.”

 He looked up from the menu, amused. "It was just advice." You order and Pierre chooses the wine he wants for both dishes.

“So the one of your company is your cousin?” he asks.

“Yes. Shawn. My mother is the sister of his dad. Lucky me, noone knows and connect my last name with him.” you answers and smiles relieved. You love Shawn but he is he.

“What’s your job?” you try to change the suspect. You wouldn’t like to talk about Shawn and your date recognizes this.

“Art trade.” Pierre answers shortly.

“That’s why you visit the exhibition. I wonder why you mistake Monet and Manet. Shouldn’t you know it better?” you infer.

The man in front of you laugh quietly. “I did not.” he reacts. He looks at you and in his opinion he never see someone beautiful like you. Your hair, your bright eyes and laughing burned in his memory. Like a painting he sees and wants.

“I said it because of you. You were my view that day, not the landscape.”

A red blush gets on your cheek and he loves how he embarrasses you with it.

 “Don’t be shy.”

“I am not. The most man I date didn’t even know any artist. Noone of them knows Monet or Manet and noone give me the compliment I look like a painting of such artist.” “I believe i am not like other man.”

Part 4.2

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If anyone reads this. I hope you like it. <3

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 002

*outstretches arms like randy orton*

hey guys it’s me. back with another banger. but before you read this, i hope you’ve read rated sweethearts by nellie! (and i hope you read the bret hart fanfic by anon!!) if you didn’t, READ THEM NOW OR ELSEEEEE IM TAKING THE CEILINGS OUT YOUR HOUSE‼️

if you did, good! i won’t take your ceilings! the final chapter had me giggling and twirling my hair!! and reading oc inserts are kind of a guilty pleasure, it was a super cute concept!!!!

might actually change my format for chapter to match how my requests look. idk yet. writing for these superstars really gives me a change of pace, i can’t describe the feeling but wwf in the 90′s >> 

THE TOUR WITH Shawn Michaels continues. You feel like you’re a bundle of nerves in his presence. What a damn night so far. You hope he couldn’t tell how shaky you were. So much for first impressions, eh?

“Did I ever catch your name?”

No, no he did not. He was so busy with whisking you away from Vince that he didn’t get a second to even stop and ask your name.

“It’s [Name]. Nice to meet you, Shawn, right?”

“Shawn Michaels. You’ve heard of me?” He reaches out his hand and you feel a bit better shaking his. “Wow, you’re cold.”

“Sorry.” You apologize with a smile. It was pretty cold back here, they needed to turn the air conditioning down or something. “Maybe like once or twice, but this is the first time I’ve seen you.”

“You’ll see me more often.” He vaguely responds. Before you can question him, he moves on. “ECW, huh? That’s all I’ve been hearing lately, how extreme they are.” Shawn says, gently guiding you down the hallway. “I take it you fit in that category?”

“Yeah.” You laugh nervously. “I’d say so.”

Shawn was staying oddly close to you for this whole tour. It’s not like you really minded, but you’ve never met this guy before and to put it simply: he was definitely eye candy.

“You don’t look extreme if you ask me.” He gives you a once over again (he really needs to stop doing that…). “Almost like you’re too cute to get in the ring.”

“I could prove you otherwise.” If it’s one thing you didn’t like, it was people implying that there’s no way you could wrestle.

It’s like he takes it as a challenge. “Oh yeah? If you think you can hang with the big boys, then why don’t you show me a hold?”

“Right now??”

“Yup. Right here, right now. I’m waiting.” He says with a smile. And you couldn’t resist, it was almost like his smile could tempt you into doing anything.

Maybe, just maybe, you already had the slightest crush on him. The crazy part was that you just met! But you couldn’t fight the feeling of lightheadedness whenever he even spared you a glance.

So when he asked you so sweetly to just try and put him in a hold, you oblige. You come over and twist his arm, a little bit too hard. “Here’s one—“

“Woah there,” Shawn is taken aback with how quick you started to put him in an armlock. He lets out a strained laugh. “Some strength you’ve got there.”

Made him think for a moment. The women here, aside from Chyna, couldn’t even do a simple armlock.

He didn’t think you were valet potential. You had some wrestling potential and Shawn wasn’t sure how Vince couldn’t see that.

In that moment, he’s come up with a genius idea. Something he hasn’t done in quite a while.

“You want to wrestle, don’t you?”

Those words made you ease your armlock.

“Yeah, why?” You hoped he wouldn’t ask you to sleep with him to get to the top. You’ve already been offered that opportunity countless times and it was insulting to even think you’d go that low. He’s good looking but you wouldn’t let yourself fall that low.

“If you can help me out, I’ll put in a good word to Vinny Mac. My friend’s got a match. I’m sure he’s gonna need some help. You see, he isn’t so fond of you,” Which was somewhat of a lie, his “friend” just didn’t care for you as much. “So he’ll definitely appreciate your help.”

It was a pretty good way to get into the action…but who was this guy that didn’t like you? On one hand, you couldn’t care less. But on the other, you wonder what you could’ve did to get on his bad side.

It’s your first day here and people already don’t like you? This is bad.

“Yeah, yeah sure.” You agree a little too easily. “Who’s your friend?”

“His name is Hunter. He’s the blonde guy. He’s going against this weirdo named Goldust, he’s a walking freakshow. I’m sure him and his valet, Marlena might pull some tricks out their sleeve, so I’m thinking we could bring our own tricks.” He puts a hand on your shoulder. “You’re the perfect person to bring out.”

Goldust and Marlena. Seems easy enough. You could definitely think of a way to distract them long enough for Hunter to secure the win.

“Okay. I’ve got it.” You nod.

He’s pleased you agree. “Great. Listen, I’ll let you in on a little secret. You see any guys with pink parading around backstage, don’t talk to them. They’re nothing but bad news. You should stick around with me and my gang instead. I have a feeling they’ll like you.”

Again, you just nod. There’s something about Shawn Michaels that made your brain go hazy. “Sounds good to me. Should I just come out there?”

“Yeah. Right in the middle of the match. I’ll fill them in on what you’ll do tonight so Chyna won’t try and attack you. She’s like our enforcer. She’s got black hair, so make sure you look out for her.”

You weren’t exactly sure who Chyna was, but you damn sure didn’t want to find out if she was their enforcer. She sounds terrifying. “Your group?”

“Name’s D-Generation X. And we don’t take too kindly to people telling us what to do. They think we’re degenerates. Rebels, delinquents, you name it.” He sounds like he’s bragging, but you’re very interested. “You should consider.”

“I think I will.” You say. D-Generation X, eh? It had a nice ring to it. It’d probably be perfect for you too. You’re an outcast, a misfit from another company.

You feel like you’re ready to introduce them to the true meaning of extreme.

RAW IS WAR // 7:14 PM

You changed clothes again.

You already were wearing something, but the thought of being seen in the public eye had made you excited. You wanted something that would get their attention, something that would scream, ‘[Name] is here’!

So you did just that, finding the best possible outfit to put together. You could hear the crowd behind the curtain. The fact you’d be coming out in about 5 seconds made you a little nervous.

This wasn’t ECW, so you didn’t know how the crowd would react to certain things. You preferred the smaller crowd, even if they were a bit rowdy. Both sides had already been announced, so it was only a matter of time before your cue.

…You probably should go now, actually. The match must’ve been going on for quite a while. Throwing the curtains to the side, you make your way down to the ring.

‘Hooooly hotness!’ Shawn yells from the commentary table. ‘Check out who’s coming down to the ring!’ Vince slowly turns to look at him in annoyance, but before he can even speak up, Shawn keeps going. ‘Looks like she’s on a mission! Hope she’ll come and sit over here with me.’

He really did. You didn’t have to, but he kind of hoped you got tired and took a seat nearby.

You had no clue what he was saying, but you still made your way down. There’s a woman with black hair, so you can only assume it’s Chyna. You took a spot standing next to her. She looks at you momentarily before turning her attention back to the ring.

Hey, she looked nice tonight! You loved the silver jewelry she had dangling from her black top.

“I like your shirt.” You compliment. She says nothing. You figure she didn’t hear you the first time, so you repeat it louder. “I like your shirt!!”

She turns to you in confusion, then realizes that you were the one talking to her. “…Thank you.”

You gave her a small smile. Maybe you were being dramatic. She wasn’t really scary at all, just quiet. You look back up to the match.

Those two were really going at it. The sound of bodies hitting the mat just kept echoing in your ears. Goldust drags Hunter into the corner, hitting him with as many chops as possible. He then pulls him closer and gives him a bulldog.

Goldust tries to pin him, but Hunter kicks out at two. The former lifts him up and irish-whips him to the other side of the ring, but Hunter dramatically falls out of the ring onto the floor.

Marlena walks over to him. This doesn’t look good, you were about to rush over and try to defend him, but Chyna stops you.

The referee was distracted with Hunter and Marlena, so it was the perfect time to capitalize.

“[Name], right?”

You turn over to her. She was going to talk to you?! Sweet! You eagerly nod and she looks down to your feet.

“Lift up your leg.” She ordered. A strange request, but you follow through nonetheless. She grabs onto your ankle and removes your shoe.

JR makes note of this on commentary. ‘It looks like Chyna is grabbing this young ladies shoe!’

Vince can only shake his head. ‘Shawn, maybe you should get your minions under control.’

‘Cry harder about it!’ He fired back. ‘We’re just evening out the odds!’

“Hey!” You complain. “What’re you doing?!“

“I’ll give it back!” She yelled, sliding into the ring. Using your fancy shoe, she slams it into Goldust’s temple. And instead of giving it back to you like she promised, she launches it into the crowd.

“MY SHOE!!” You scream. No way she just did that! To top it all off, she got rid of the evidence?! She could’ve slid it back! Now you had one shoe on and one shoe off. You’re shoeless. Kind of.

‘Oh, the humanity!’ Shawn dramatically says.

Hunter gets back into the ring, a grin on his face. He gave crotch-chop just to rub it in, but then picks Goldust up to give him a Pedigree.

You still couldn’t believe Chyna threw your shoe into the crowd. She comes over to you.

“I didn’t want the referee to see the shoe,” She explained. “Don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you.”

You sure hope so. You’d drag her to shoe shops left and right if you had to.

With one easy count of three, it was over just like that. Marlena was pissed. She comes over to your side and points at your foot. “That was your shoe, wasn’t it?!”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t the one that threw it!” You hold your hands up in defense. Even though Chyna got rid of your shoe, you weren’t going to throw her under the bus like that.

“Yes, you did!” She accused, pointing a finger at you. “There’s no other person it could’ve been! You definitely didn’t just walk out here with one shoe on.” Marlena was getting awfully close. Was she going to attack??

“Maybe I did! You don’t know that.” So you get closer as well. If she tried to hit you, you were definitely going to fight back.

“It’s obvious!”

Another voice came from behind you. “Ladies, ladies!” Shawn grabs your attention for one second and Marlena tries to use this to her advantage, grabbing your hair.

What the fuck? You try and scratch at her arm so she can let you go. When that didn’t work, you rear your arm back to try and hit her.

Almost. Someone was pulled you off.

Marlena lets go of you because she was pulled back by the referee and you try to claw at her. The culprit pulling you back was Shawn, so you try to wriggle out of his grasp to get at her. He had enough of you trying to get away, so he opts to hoist you up and over his shoulder.

“Can’t behave for one second, can you?” He teases. “I wonder if all ECW girls are like this..”

You couldn’t even respond because of how heated you were. Marlena’s going to get what’s coming to her soon. As soon as Shawn let you go. As sooooon as you hit backstage.

Little did you know, he definitely wasn’t letting you go as Hunter, Chyna, and some other man in a suit was following you two up the ramp.

Tonight isn’t starting out so well….

accidentally made reader a simp. SHE FOLDED SHE FOLDED BUT WHO WOULDNT?? reader being a member of dx? tell your friends to tell a friend!! pass it on! hart foundation cameos next lol

[corikane]

Lord of the Rings

Lord of the Rings

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings (2021) by Destin Daniel Cretton The most recent Marvel offering. I watched it twice now, but it’s difficult to review when I don’t have the film at hand to rewatch certain scenes, to remind me of the story. And there’s a lot of story in this one. What’s it about? Shawn (Simu Liu) is a valet at a hotel in San Francisco, together with his best friend…

[twentiethcenturymoviesandtv]

The Princess Bride: The Story

The story of The Princess Bride doesn’t even open with the actual story at all.  In fact, it opens on something out of the realm of fantasy entirely: in a little boy’s bedroom, circa 1987.

This is The Grandson (Fred Savage), and he is home from school, sick.

The Grandson is interrupted from his video games by his mother, who tells him that his grandfather is here to visit him.  The Grandson is less than pleased.  His grandfather will pinch his cheek again.  He hates that.

True to form, The Grandfather (Peter Falk) enters the room and does just that, but he’s not here for any ordinary visit.  He is here to keep The Grandson company while he is sick.  It turns out that he has brought the Grandson a book to read to him: The Princess Bride.

The Grandson isn’t exactly blown away by the title, but the Grandfather assures him that this is a story full of adventure and excitement.  The Grandson reluctantly settles back to listen to the story, admitting that it doesn’t sound too bad, and that he’ll try to stay awake for it.

The Grandfather begins to read: (Spoilers below!)

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl named Buttercup (Robin Wright), who lived on a farm in Florin.  Working on the farm for her was a young man named Westley (Cary Elwes), who Buttercup calls ‘Farm Boy’.  Buttercup loves ordering Westley around, but oddly enough, every time she gives him an order, he responds with a smile and a quiet: ‘as you wish’.

The Grandfather reads that as it turns out, ‘as you wish’ is Westley’s code for ‘I love you’.  

Eventually, Buttercup figures that out, and realizes herself that she loves him too.  However, they don’t have much time for pursuing their relationship, as Westley decides to take to the high seas to see his fortune.  Shortly after leaving, we are told that his ship was captured by the Dread Pirate Roberts, who is famed for never leaving captives alive.

Once the news arrives, Buttercup locks herself in her house, and declares that she will never love again.

Five years pass, and the ruler of Florin, Prince Humperdinck (Chris Sarandon), announces to his kingdom the identity of his new bride: Princess Buttercup.  

The Grandfather explains that Buttercup may have agreed to marry Prince Humperdinck, but she doesn’t love him.  The only joy she takes anymore is riding her horse, as it provides an escape from his company.  As she leaves the castle grounds on horseback, she meets three interesting figures: Vizzini, a short Cicilian, (Wallace Shawn) Inigo Montoya (Mandy Patinkin), a Spanish swordsman, and Fezzik (Andre the Giant), a giant.  They claim to be lost circus performers, lulling Buttercup into a false sense of security, an instant before they abduct her.

Vizzini, Fezzik and Inigo load up their boat and prepare to push off with Buttercup on board, while Vizzini explains his plan to frame Guilder, Florin’s sworn enemy, for the death of the princess, who they plan to kill once on Guilder’s shores.  Vizzini also reminds Inigo and Fezzik that he hired them to help him start a war.  The trio head out to sea, preparing for step two of their plan and noticing that they are being followed by a strange ship in the distance.

The next morning, they discover that their pursuer has gained on them, now considerably closer.  Vizzini isn’t worried however, as they are approaching the Cliffs of Insanity, and there, he is certain, they will lose him for sure.  The group docks in a secret harbor and all climb onto Fezzik, who climbs a rope hung there previously.  Their pursuer, a mysterious Man in Black, docks shortly after, and immediately sets to climbing himself.

Despite Fezzik’s great strength, the Man in Black gains on them pretty quickly.  Fezzik beats him to the top, but not by much.  In an attempt to stop him, Vizzini cuts the rope that the Man in Black is holding onto, but it doesn’t work: the Man in Black manages to hold onto the cliffside, continuing to make slow, but steady progress towards them.

Vizzini decides to take Fezzik and the princess and move on, leaving Inigo to deal with their pursuer once he gets to the top.  Inigo, as it turns out, is an incredibly accomplished swordsman, who has been training for years, ever since a man with six fingers on his right hand killed his father and left Inigo scarred.

“I was eleven years old. And when I was strong enough, I dedicated my life to the study of fencing. So the next time we meet, I will not fail. I will go up to the six-fingered man and say, ‘Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.’.”

All of this he explains to the Man in Black.  Inigo helps him up the cliff by throwing him the rope, allows him to rest, and even shows him his superior sword, before commencing with the fencing match.  It’s an impressive setpiece, one that demonstrates both swordsmen’s abilities and wit, but in the end, as good as Inigo is, it’s not quite good enough.  The Man in Black knocks Inigo out, and continues on after Buttercup.

Vizzini, seeing the Man in Black still approaching, leaves Fezzik behind to deal with him, his way: brute force.

Eventually, the Man in Black shows up and Fezzik fires one warning shot with a boulder, just to let him know that he could have killed him.  He then offers a ‘fair fight’, as fair as it can be.

“We face each other as God intended. Sportsmanlike. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.”

“You mean, you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword, and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?”

They commence the battle, and while Fezzik’s incredible size and strength give him an advantage, eventually, the Man in Black manages to beat him with a chokehold, knocking him unconscious.

While all this is going on, Prince Humperdinck and his men, led by Count Rugen (Christopher Guest), are searching for Buttercup.  Humperdinck, as it turns out, is a great tracker, and somehow gathers exactly what went on with the Man in Black’s battle with Inigo.  He continues to follow the Man in Black’s footprints, which lead towards Guilder, admitting that it could be a trap.

Meanwhile, the Man in Black catches up with Vizzini, who has Buttercup at knifepoint.  Vizzini freely admits that he can’t beat the Man in Black in a fight, as he’s already bested his swordsman and his giant.  The Man in Black agrees, and offers an alternative: a battle of wits, to the death.  Winner gets the captive.

The battle of wits begins.  Vizzini pours wine into two goblets, and the Man in Black takes the goblets, and, keeping his actions hidden, pours iocane powder (a deadly colorless poison without odor) into one of the goblets.  Turning back around, he places the goblets before Vizzini.  

“All right. Where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun. It ends when you decide and we both drink, and find out who is right… and who is dead.”

Vizzini demonstrates his ‘dizzying intellect’ by stalling, going around with circular logic a few times before distracting the Man in Black, switching goblets while his back is turned.  He then chooses the goblet in front of him, (the one that had been in front of his opponent) in utter confidence, drinking only after watching the Man in Black do so himself.  In the middle of his gloating, however, he falls down, dead.

The Man in Black unties and un-blindfolds Buttercup, taking her along.  Surprised, Buttercup remarks on the fact that it was the Man in Black’s cup that was poisoned the whole time.

“They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder.”

Behind them, Humperdinck discovers the scene of the wrestling match with Fezzik, and again, correctly deduces the events of the tussle.  A little further on, he discovers the empty container of icoane powder, and the footprints that Buttercup and the Man in Black left behind, gathering that they’re gaining on them.

Meanwhile, the Man in Black allows Buttercup to stop for a breather, where she informs him that he won’t get away with this: her fiance will hunt him down.  The Man in Black doesn’t seem very concerned.  Buttercup also tells him that she knows who he is: he’s the Dread Pirate Roberts, her beloved Westley’s murderer.

They spot Humperdinck and his men riding towards them, far in the distance, and while he’s distracted, Buttercup pushes the Man in Black down a steep hill, telling him that he can die for all she cares.  As he falls, he calls out Westley’s familiar catchphrase:  “As..you..wish!”

Realizing that the Man in Black is Westley, Buttercup throws herself down the hill after him.

Humperdinck, watching the fall, concludes that they are heading for the fire swamp, not remarking on the unusual method of transportation.

Westley and Buttercup are reunited, but before they can get much further romantic celebration, the Grandson pipes up, griping about this development.  To pacify him, the Grandfather skips ahead: to the Fire Swamp.

The Fire Swamp is a dark, cramped forest, with areas that spontaneously erupt into flame, patches of lightning-fast quicksand, and Rodents of Unusual Size.  Despite these perils, Westley and Buttercup press through, while Westley explains to Buttercup how it came to be that he survived an attack by the Dread Pirate Roberts.

As it turns out, when he was captured, he managed to catch Roberts’ attention with descriptions of Buttercup and his love for her.  Curious, Roberts let him live, bringing him aboard as his valet for quite some time.  Every night, Roberts would say the same thing:

“Good night, Westley. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning.”

But he never did, obviously.  During this time, Westley learned as much as he could about fighting and survival, until one day, Roberts called Westley in to talk to him.

“Roberts had grown so rich, he wanted to retire. He took me to his cabin and he told me his secret. ‘I am not the Dread Pirate Roberts’ he said. ‘My name is Ryan; I inherited the ship from the previous Dread Pirate Roberts, just as you will inherit it from me. The man I inherited it from is not the real Dread Pirate Roberts either. His name was Cummerbund. The real Roberts has been retired 15 years and living like a king in Patagonia.’”

After a few narrow escapes, Buttercup and Westley come out the other side of the Fire Swamp, but find themselves cut off by Humperdinck and his men.  Afraid for Westley’s life, Buttercup surrenders on one condition: Westley is to be returned to his ship, unharmed.

Humperdinck swears it, wholly dishonestly, and orders Count Rugen to deal with him.  Before he’s taken away, Westley notices that Reugen has six fingers on his right hand: the key trait of the man Inigo Montoya was looking for.

Rugen orders Westley taken to the Pit of Despair, where he is healed of his wounds and then strapped to Rugen’s torture machine, a device he constructed specifically to suck the life out of his victims.  Meanwhile, Buttercup begins to suffer nightmares about marrying Humperdinck, feeling guilty about turning her back on Westley when she knows he’s still alive.

With the wedding ten days away, Buttercup tells Humperdinck that if he insists on marrying her, she’ll kill herself.  Humperdinck convinces her to accept a deal, promising to send his four fastest ships to try to get word to Westley’s ship to tell him of the wedding.  If Westley still wants her, he’s welcome to her.  If he doesn’t show though, Buttercup has to consider marrying Humperdinck as an alternative to suicide.

Reluctantly, she agrees, not knowing that Westley is nowhere near his ship.

Humperdinck later reveals to Count Rugen that he actually hired Vizzini and Co. to kill Buttercup themselves, framing Guilder for her murder so that he could have an excuse to go to war with them.  Humperdinck then explains that, with Buttercup recovered safely, the plan has been changed somewhat: on their wedding night, after the ceremony, Humperdinck is going to kill Buttercup himself, blaming Guilder so he can still get his war.

To help with this plan, Humperdinck calls in his chief enforcer, telling him that killers from Guilder are planning to murder Buttercup, saying that he wants security measures to be taken.  He orders the Thieves Forest to be emptied, and for security on the castle to be expanded so that no-one can get in.

Ten days later, on the day of the wedding, the king’s brute-squad rounds up the thieves from the forest, all except one troublesome Spaniard: Inigo Montoya, who is drunk out of his mind and waiting for Vizzini, unaware that he’s dead.  Before the king’s enforcers can attack him, Fezzik, a member of the brute squad, steps in and nurses Inigo back to health and full strength, filling him in on all he’s missed in the meantime.  He also tells him that Rugen is the six-fingered-man that Inigo has been chasing nearly his entire life.

Once Inigo is restored to full vim and vigor, of course, his first goal is to find Rugen and take his revenge for his father.  However, Fezzik explains to him the security measures around the castle: thirty soldiers, far too many for both of them to take on.  Inigo concludes that the only way they can win is if they have one more ally: the Man in Black, Westley.  Inigo and Fezzik immediately set to looking for him, even though they have no idea where he might be.

Meanwhile, Humperdinck’s enforcer tells Humperdinck that the Thieves’ Forest has been emptied, and there is only key to get into the castle, which he himself has.  Humperdinck has him double the guards still more, and as the chief enforcer leaves the room, Buttercup enters.  She’s onto Humperdinck, and knows he’s lying about the ships to tell Westley.  However, she tells him that it doesn’t matter: Westley will come for her anyway.

Humperdinck, now enraged and abandoning pretenses, locks Buttercup in her bedroom and races to the Pit of Despair, turning on the torture machine that Westley is hooked up to on it’s highest setting: killing him.

Westley’s dying scream is so loud that it can be heard throughout the kingdom, literally.  Inigo and Fezzik hear it and follow the sound to the forest, as Inigo has deduced that this scream can only belong to the Man in Black.

Arriving near the area of the Pit of Despair, Inigo asks his father to guide his sword to the Man in Black, so he can find him and have revenge.  Somehow, the sword does seem to ‘take over’, leading him to the entrance of the Pit of Despair.  Entering in, Fezzik and Inigo discover Westley’s body.  Only momentarily discouraged, Inigo tells Fezzik to grab Westley’s body, to take with them on their way to “buy a miracle”.

Inigo takes them to a man named Miracle Max (Billy Crystal), who tells them the good news: Westley is only ‘mostly’ dead.  Max initially wants nothing to do with this, but eventually relents thanks to prodding from his wife, Valerie (Carol Kane) and the promise that Westley will humiliate Humperdinck, who fired Max from his previous job.  He gives Fezzik and Inigo a Miracle Pill for Westley and sends them on their way.

Westley is revived, but he is weakened, as the pill is slow to take full effect, and can’t really move on his own.  Thankfully, his brain is working fine, and he comes up with a plan to storm the heavily armed gates using nothing but themselves, a wheelbarrow, and a holocaust cloak.  They dress Fezzik in the cloak, put him on the wheelbarrow, and set the whole thing on fire, moving towards the gates with Fezzik bellowing to all that he is the Dread Pirate Roberts.  Terrified, the guards flee, leaving only the King’s enforcer, who the trio take the gate key from.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, Buttercup’s wedding is underway.  With the commotion going on outside, Humperdinck starts getting nervous, and has the Impressive Clergymen (Peter Cook) speed through the rest, claims Buttercup as his wife, and takes off.

Once in the castle, the trio comes face to face with Rugen and four of his men.  Inigo dispatches the foursome in seconds, without taking his eyes from Count Rugen, and delivers his practiced line:

“Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.”

Rugen flees.

Inigo runs after him, but runs into a locked door that he can’t break down alone.  Fezzik props Westley up and comes to assist, and while Inigo chases after Rugen, Fezzik returns to find Westley gone.

Inigo continues his battle with Rugen, and although he sustains a few wounds, he continues to goad Rugen with his catchphrase, gaining strength until finally, he runs him through.  Rugen dies, and Inigo’s father is avenged.

Meanwhile, Buttercup arrives at her chambers and prepares to kill herself, stopped by the sound of Westley’s voice.  After another happy reunion, Westley explains that since she never said ‘I do’, technically, she’s not married.  In the middle of this discussion, Humperdinck enters the room, declaring he’s going to make sure he kills Westley for real this time.  Westley threatens right back, challenging Humperdinck to a battle ‘to the pain’, describing how Westley will dismember Humperdinck, leaving him in a painful state of awareness of his freakishly mutilated appearance, forcing him to go through life as monstrous on the outside as he is within.

At this, Humperdinck drops his sword, and allows Buttercup to tie him to a chair.

Inigo enters the room, vengeance taken care of, and offers to take care of Humperdinck as well, but Westley, saying that he wants Humperdinck to live with his own cowardice, turns him down.  Fezzik arrives outside the window with four white horses from the prince’s stable that they can make their escape on.  Westley offers Inigo the job of the next Dread Pirate Roberts, the foursome ride off into the sunset, and Buttercup and Westley enjoy a kiss, one that this time, the Grandson doesn’t object to hearing about.

The book finishes, and as the Grandfather gets up to leave, the Grandson asks if he can come again and read it some other time.

The Grandfather smiles and nods, parting with the words: “As you wish.”

The end.

So, now’s as good a time as any to discuss something that tends to ‘plague’ The Princess Bride: the story doesn’t really make sense.

Humperdinck comes up with an overwhelmingly complex plan instead of just killing Buttercup himself.  Somehow, Westley knows exactly when and where Buttercup was taken so he’s able to follow her.  The fight scenes are civil, the villains never actually follow through with the simple solution, Inigo can identify the Man in Black’s scream, loud enough to be heard kingdom-round, and follow it to the forest, and the ghost of Inigo’s father momentarily possesses his sword and leads him to the cave.  Westley miraculously has enough strength to drag himself to where Buttercup is going to try to kill herself.  Fezzik somehow has a holocaust cloak with him.  Buttercup and Westley’s relationship is founded on, as the end credits say, ‘storybook love’, an ideal more than an actual relationship.

This is a story that is so unrealistic, with so many lapses in logic and leaps to conclusions that it could very easily be rendered completely ridiculous.  However, miraculously, it’s not.

The Princess Bride is played extremely sincerely, albeit with a hint of tongue in cheek.  Inigo’s grief is not played for laughs, and neither is Westley and Buttercup’s love.  Dialogue may be funny, but the overall story is meant to be taken seriously.

Occasionally, the story’s ridiculousness is tempered by the Grandson’s questions and interruptions, waved off by his Grandfather so that he can continue on with the story, but overall, the audience is left to contend with this bizarre world where these things just happen.  Characters don’t seem surprised by anything.  In fact, they take everything in stride, nodding as though this is the only option that makes sense.  Even stranger, their attitude is contagious: until you stop to think about it, the audience just nods and goes along too.

In another story, they wouldn’t get away with this.  Plot holes would be torn wide open by fans pointing fingers, demanding to know how this happened.  In The Princess Bride, it doesn’t seem to matter.  And there’s a pretty simple reason for that:

The Princess Bride is a fairy-tale.

This is not supposed to be a ‘fantasy’ story, not in terms such as Ladyhawke, anyway.  This is a fairy-tale, a storybook.  The rules are different here.  When events happen, the how is not important, only the why matters.  It doesn’t really matter how Westley finds Buttercup, because true love always brings them together.  It doesn’t matter how Fezzik has the holocaust cloak.  What matters is that it works out, and they get to continue the story to get the fulfilling end of the story, for everyone.  In the end, good wins, evil loses, and the good guys all get what they want: revenge, true love, and the prince’s humiliation.  

In a way, it’s almost anticlimactic: there’s no final duel with Humperdinck, Westley’s too weak to even stand for too long, and Inigo doesn’t even get to finish him off.  Like the Grandson complains about: Humperdinck lives, and the good guys merely escape.

So…is this a satisfying ending?

Yeah, actually.

The question of The Princess Bride was never one of ‘will Westley kill Humperdinck’, because that’s not what Westley’s story is about.  As swashbuckling as Westley’s story is, it has nothing to do with revenge or things like that, like Inigo’s is.  Westley’s end goal, his reason for going on, is exactly what he tells Miracle Max from the great Beyond:

“True love.”

Westley couldn’t care less about Humperdinck other than the fact that he’s getting in the way of his and Buttercup’s storybook love.  Humperdinck is an obstacle to his true goal and drive, and he’s not worth the killing.  Once he’s out of the way and Westley and Buttercup are reunited, Humperdinck ceases to matter to Westley.  If the story had been from Miracle Max’s point of view, Humperdinck would have died or at least, have something more horrible happen to him, but since Humperdinck never really succeeded in doing much of anything throughout the story, he’s actually so pathetic that he’s not worth Westley’s time.

So, yeah, Humperdinck is left to live with his cowardice because his death wouldn’t have provided the characters anything except maybe catharsis, and honestly, that’s not really a good enough reason to off your villain.

On the other hand, Inigo’s villain, Count Rugen, is killed, for a very simple reason: that’s the logical end to fulfill Inigo’s story.  It does no good for Westley to kill Rugen, or for Inigo to kill Humperdinck like he offers to do, because it doesn’t contribute anything to the respective hero’s story.  In the end, the story balances out perfectly, and both heroes get what they want: revenge, through Inigo’s climactic battle with Rugen, and true love.

Westley’s driving force is reuniting with Buttercup, and as a result, the climax of the movie, the real climax, is when they reunite for the last time, proving Westley’s previous words true:

“Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while.”

In short? The ending fits as perfectly as Westley and Buttercup themselves.

Thanks so much for reading!  Join us next time for an analysis on the genre and themes of The Princess Bride!  If you liked it, please leave a comment or a like, and I hope to see you in the next article.