#world wrestling federation

[cynicalclassicist]

Good way of putting it with our wildlife!

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

Wrestling lore is really funny to explain to non-wrestling people, mainly because you have to suspend your disbelief much more than you would do for stuff like anime or superhero fiction. Think of it like this; it’s normal for a shonen anime protagonist or a superhero to demonstrate they have superpowers usually because it’s established early on. That also goes for other parts of the lore, such as the world-building, the MacGuffins, and the history of that world.

But in wrestling, characters and storylines change all the time and are ongoing (I’ve seen the term “longform storytelling” used). So you end up with HUGE leaps in logic, such as:

1) There’s a supernatural being from hell who temporarily became a biker gang member, and then went back to being a supernatural being from hell

2) There’s a male model who gave out grooming tips who eventually evolved into Captain America/Homelander.

3) Triple H committed burglary on camera. He invaded Randy Orton’s home, beat him up, destroyed some of his property, and then threw Orton out the window. But it’s all fine because he’s the good guy, so he’s still employed by the WWE.

4) Dominik Mysterio is beefing with his dad, who literally fought for child custody of him in a wrestling match. Keep that in mind anytime you see Dominik not getting along with Rey.

5) Edge got sent to hell, but is okay now.

6) CM Punk was once a cult leader, but stopped doing that after he lost his hair. Then he became the opposite, as in he turned into an anti-authority rebel.

7) A lot of wrestlers, such as Sheamus and Shawn Spears, apparently used to work at WWE as background staff/security guards.

8) Real life famous music artist Bad Bunny is part of the lore and he actually beat a world champion (Damian Priest) in a match. And I don’t mean Bad Bunny is playing a character. In the WWE lore, Bad Bunny is playing himself.

(Feel free to add on any other leaps in logic from pro-wrestling)

[cinematicwasteland]

[not-ur-boy-toy]

HBK and this outfit lives in my head rent free, seriously has to be one of my favourite casual outfits he has,,

[baddawg94]

Wrestlemania X7

4-1-2001

[joearlikelikeswrestling]

[pepsidogonline]

[glitterxdeath]

cinematic masterpiece?? camera man deserves a raise

[lghockey]

Lol

[blowflyfag]

WWF RAW MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 1998

[wrestlinghistorywithkay]

Razor Ramon ( Scott Hall ) , Diesel ( Kevin Nash ) , and Shawn Michaels at a WWF House Show , 1994

[90s-suplex]

stone cold possessive sex 🤤🤤 he’s kind of inexperienced with his feelings and doesn’t let you know how jealous it makes him feel when other people from the roster flirt with you. he needs to have you for himself but he gets so chocked up with his words when your presences graces his view, further intensifying his desire for you

I’ve been waiting for something like this 😖😩 ty for sending this in :D

tw: afab!reader, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex, mirror sex, choking, scsa sucks at processing his feelings lol, established relationship

nsfw below the cut, mdni

Austin was tired.

Tired, exhausted, and pissed off—which in itself was nothing unusual if it weren‘t for this weird, nagging feeling in his chest that had been bothering him all evening.

It had started when he walked in on Kevin Nash and you in his very own locker room. No, he didn’t catch you two doing anything particularly indecent, but there was something in the air.

A few weeks ago, you had started getting involved in a storyline with the NWO. So, chatting with Nash backstage was only normal. But he could swear there was a mischievous glimmer in Nash‘s eyes, sizing Austin up when he walked into the room. The condescending pat on Austin's back by Nash before he left the room didn't go unnoticed.

During the car ride after tonight's show, Austin kept to himself mostly. He drove in silence, while you seemed to be overflowing with emotions, almost talking his ear off. 

He didn‘t register what you were saying, absently nodding to whatever it was you were telling him about, as he was too busy with reminiscing about tonight's events in his head. 

When it came to you, Austin had eyes on the back of his head. He wasn’t oblivious to Nash's stares. And it wasn't just Nash, it was damn near the whole roster, even that sleazy sumbitch Flair.

He hated it—hated their lingering eyes on you, hated their advances toward you when they thought he wasn‘t looking. 

Your carefree laughter echoed through the car, seizing him out of his thoughts. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, finally listening to you. Of course, you were talking about the storyline, excited you‘d be scheduled for more TV time. You seemed so happy. 

He shifted in his seat and tried to shove his thoughts into the back of his mind. 

But he couldn’t. Nash's stupid face flashed before him, making his gut boil. 

That fucking asshole. He wanted to knock his shit-eating grin right off his face.

Fuck him. Fuck all of them.

He gripped onto the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white but remained silent.

For now.

There was a right time and rightplace for everything.

After unlocking your shared hotel room with his keycard, he ushered you inside.

Austin's demeanor wasn’t out of the ordinary. These days, he usually fell straight into bed after a show, dozing off quickly, so you didn't suspect anything by his silent behavior. He was probably tired, you figured.

You were just about to unpack your bag when suddenly, Stone Cold was walking up to you with quick steps and a stern look written on his face.

The hotel room door fell shut with a deafening noise. Suddenly you found yourself pressed up against Austin, with his hand on the back of your neck staring you down.

"You‘re so naive."

His voice was calm, but you could hear the underlying irritation in it. 

What the hell was he talking about?

You were confused. Mere seconds ago, everything was just fine.

Looking up at him all doe-eyed, you asked, "What‘s wrong?"

Stone Cold blinked slowly and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, only to close it again seconds later. Instead of replying, he only let out a small grunt and clenched his jaw.

"You okay?“ you asked again.

A few moments passed and nothing happens.

Then everything seemed to happen all at once, very quickly.

You were pulled in for a kiss. His lips were hot and heavy against yours, causing your heart to sink to your stomach. You gasped at this sudden outburst and had no idea what had pushed him over the edge like this. The hands on your neck started squeezing, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you moan into his mouth.

Placing your hands on his chest, you broke the kiss by backing off slightly. He didn‘t move away an inch.

"W-What-," you stuttered but lost your train of thought when his icy gaze bore into you. 

"Wanna show you something," he murmured.

Dropping his hands to your lower back, he guided you towards the dresser besides the bed. You stumbled a few steps backward until the back of your legs bumped into the piece of furniture.

You stare up at him expectantly, eyes wide and sparkling with curiosity. 

The look on your face had his insides twitching again. You were in his head more than he was willing to admit. 

He silently cursed not only himself but also you. He knew fully well that whatever the two of you had going on wasn‘t going to last. Sooner or later you were going to leave him. Austin wasn't easy to deal with. This whole thing was bound to backfire. 

His hands were on your skin again and he grumbled to himself at the thought. He didn‘t want to think about that. Not right now. 

With one swift motion, he reached behind you, knocking off the useless clutter on the dresser.

Cradling your body in his arms, he kissed you again, so feverishly it made your knees buckle. His hands were roaming hungrily all over your body, pressing his firm frame into you, reveling in the cute, muffled noises he drew out of you. But this wasn’t enough. He could never seem to get enough of you. 

Soon, he was biting your lower lip, then along your jaw, before biting and sucking along the sides of your neck. You felt dizzy.

You were sure this was going to leave marks. Realizing you didn’t mind, you melted into his touch.

Austin broke away and slid his hands under your shirt, taking it off. Cool air hit your skin, but you felt yourself heat up under his gaze and you wanted to kiss him again. You leaned forward, but he spun you around, making you face the mirror behind you.

You were met with your reflection, with Austin right behind you, his hands on your shoulders. 

You shuddered as his hands slid down the sides of your body while squeezing your soft, exposed flesh.

You watched as he put one hand around your neck while hooking his fingers into one of the belt loops of your jeans, tugging on them slightly.

"Take 'em off," he instructed while not breaking eye contact.

His touch had left a trail of goosebumps on your skin and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed under his stare, so you hesitated. Burning up from the inside, you reached down and fumbled awkwardly with your jeans, averting your eyes to unbutton them.

"Eyes up here," he chided. You flinched, but complied.

You raised your gaze as you slid down your jeans but kept on your underwear.

He stared at you through the mirror for what feels like an eternity. You wondered if he was waiting for you to pull down your panties.

Just before you were about to do so, he let go of your neck and took your face in his hand instead, squishing your cheeks.  His other hand was splayed on your stomach.

"What a pretty sight, huh?"

Running his thumb across your lip he continued, "I can't blame anyone that wants to have a piece of this."

The hand on your stomach wandered downward at a tantalizingly slow speed. Eventually, he reached your panties and started toying with the waistband.

"But they don‘t get to see you like I do," he spoke, his breath fanning across your cheek.

He yanked down your panties causing you to suck in a sharp breath of air. You felt so exposed - and how couldn’t you, with your panties pooled around your ankles and Stone Cold looming over you from behind in front of the mirror? Exposed and helpless.

And aroused.

"They don‘t get to have you like I do," he spoke slowly and placed his hand on your hip.

Who the hell was he even talking about?

You frowned. Was he… jealous?

Sure, there have been occasional flirty remarks here and there by some guys backstage, but as far as you were concerned they were always lighthearted. Nothing more. Besides, you'd never betray him and cheat on him. No reason to get jealous.

He scoffed as if he had just read your thoughts.

"You‘re so naive.." he repeated for the second time this evening. "But that‘s okay. I'll always be close by."

Austin pressed himself into you. You could feel his erection poking through his jeans.

"Can you feel how much I want you right now?" he mumbled lowly

"Every guy back there wishes he was in my place," he paused.

He rumbled, his voice thick with desire, "You don‘t need anyone else but me."

His voice always had a way of making you go weak in the knees. He couldn‘t wait any longer. Neither could you.

His hands fumbled with the zipper of his jeans, hastily freeing his cock, which was already leaking precum at the tip.

He adjusted your hips and you propped yourself onto the dresser, giving him easier access. He exhaled sharply as he dipped his fingers into your cunt, realizing how wet you were. As he coated his dick with the gathered slick on his fingers, he didn’t fail to notice how impatient you were. You arched your back and pouted at him through the mirror.

He aligned himself at your entrance, gripping your hips with both of his hands. You yelped when he shoved his cock into you abruptly, without warning. 

He remained like this for a few seconds before slowly pulling out again, only to ram himself back in, groaning at the way your walls stretched around him.

The pain quickly subsided and you moaned at the full feeling of him inside you.

His speed started slow but his thrusts were brutal, knocking the air right out of you. He had you heaving for air in no time.

"How‘s it feel?" he teased, "Huh?"

"Tell me how I make ya feel."

You bit your lip, struggling for words. You couldn't answer.

Austin’s movements came to a halt, almost pulling out fully. He dug his fingers into your skin, as you were still panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. 

In an attempt to get him back deeper into you, you grinded your hips against him. He could obviously tell you were enjoying this, but he wanted to hear you say it.

Needed to hear you say it. 

"Don‘t I make ya feel good?"

Still biting your lip, you nodded.

His gaze was glued to your reflection. Seeing your dazed-out expression, eyes clouded and glazed over with lust, made his cock twitch, and it took him a great deal of self-restraint not to immediately thrust back into you.

"M-More," you finally managed to mewl, grinding your hips. "Please," you huffed.

Complying to your pleas, his hands slid up your back, pushing you forward. Now, you were halfway lying on the dresser on your stomach. This way you could see him towering over you in the mirror, easing himself back into your dripping cunt. He grabbed your wrists, pinning both of them behind your back with just one hand.

"Look at you," he growled and rutted into you, setting a fast, merciless rhythm. Your body struggled to keep up.

"Look at you," he repeated and chuckled darkly. "Such a pretty lil‘ thing. And so desperate.."

"Only f’me," he groaned in between thrusts. "Ain‘t that right?"

You moaned. His words opened you up even more. 

His other free hand reached forward again, encircling your neck and pulling you up slightly. 

"There ain't nobody that can make you feel like I can," he mumbled to himself as if he needed to reassure himself.

As soon as he started squeezing your neck your legs turned to jelly. You were so close. 

His grip on your wrist got more possessive. At this point, his breathing had become unsteady too. He was fighting the urge to come right then and there.

"Look at me," he barked.

Your eyes shot up to the mirror, but you barely managed to keep them open. Everything was too much, the tension building inside your stomach becoming unbearable. You came with a series of wrecked noises and he kept fucking you through your climax, almost collapsing under him.

But with your walls pulsating around his cock, he couldn‘t help but come shortly after you.

When he pulled out, there were strings of his come dripping out your swollen cunt, and he groaned in appreciation.

You were his. 

And he was going to ruin you.

[not-ur-boy-toy]

Shawn and close-ups go hand in hand so well,,

Also his stubble is amazing 😩

[baddawg94]

Edge and Christian

Hardy boys

2000’s WWF Magazine