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i know this is an old trend but i suddenly remembered about it and so i just had to do it because its literally them hfdjskfhdsk (reference below)

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Hello! I know CodyRoman/Rheigns isn’t your usual but I would love to know your thoughts on it?

Well hello Pillow. Yes, you're right, they're not my usual, so I'm not as clued up on them as I am my favs (hence why I've been sitting on this ask for months) but I'll give it a go;

To me, Cody and Roman are two sides of the same coin - forged the same, minted the same but ultimately are polar opposites. To explain what I mean, let's start with their most obvious similarities. Both men are nepo babies, descended from widely respected lines of wrestling royal families. Both were products of WWE, beginning their wrestling careers in its developmental system and working their way up to the main roster. Both men carried the weight of heavy expectation on their shoulders as a result of their last names and lineage.

But above all else, both men struggled, not just with that pressure, but also with the whims of shoddy creative and more precisely, a certain someone in charge of the company at the time...

And this is where their paths divide. A decision was made, the coin flipped. One chose heads, the other tails. Cody left the company. Roman stayed.

Finally freed from his shackles, Cody thrived. Rebuilding himself on the independent circuit, he met other like-minded individuals, who wished to challenge the WWE's monopoly, and together they started AEW, a company to rival the wrestling juggernaut. At last he had the power to carve his own image and path, he had the adoration of the fans and yet... something was missing...

Meanwhile, Roman carried the company Cody had left behind, To mixed results. His controversial rise to the top made it clear that the powers-that-be had chosen Reigns as its new poster boy and were keen to shove him into every wrestling fan's face. Much like John Cena before him, this divided the crowd, however, not as evenly split as his predecessor. Babyface Reigns floundered when it came to winning the fan's affections and not even the usual tricks, like a seal of approval from The Rock himself, could sway the haters.

Fast forward a few years. Things have changed yet again.

At Wrestlemania 38, Cody Rhodes returns to the WWE and makes his intentions clear - he wants the title that his father, the late great Dusty Rhodes never got the chance to hold. The WWE Championship!

And who is holding that title, but Roman Reigns. No longer the 'blue-eyed' greenhorn who stumbles over his promos and smiles awkwardly through the pain, he is now the Tribal Chief, the Head of the Table. He has his cousins, his Bloodline, around him, he has his Wiseman Paul Heyman and together they have dominated the WWE landscape, casting a shadow of brutality and fear on anybody who defies them, including within their own ranks.

Cody fails his first attempt. Over the following year he understands why. Roman is strong because he has his team and if Rhodes is to defeat the tyrant, he must gather allies too. However, Cody does not bully others into joining his cause like Roman does, instead he chooses a different approach. Friendship. From rekindling old relationships to making new ones, Cody, once again, forges strong bonds with those that share a common goal and together, on a historic night at Wrestlemania 40, they succeed in overthrowing Reigns.

Cody becomes their new leader, igniting a bright new dawn for the company. However, he is forever haunted by the other side of his coin. Reigns returns a humbled and desperate man who has lost everything, including his Ula Falla, to a monster of his own creation, Solo Sikoa. Having been dismissed by everybody he once considered brother and publicly humiliated in the ring, he turns to Cody. The man who defeated him. The man who took down and shattered his Bloodline. He needs him to do it again.

Because that's the problem with Roman; he's never succeeded at anything on his own. His name and family ties can only get him so far but he's always needed somebody else to have his back, whether that be the Bloodline, the Shield or even the boss himself. Cody on the other hand, has done everything himself. Unlike Roman, Cody doesn't have the eyes of a dynasty on him, entrusting him to elevate their good name. What he does is for himself, a destiny of his own design. Roman's path was laid for him by his family and he was expected to walk it, never once allowed to deviate from the set trail.

Until now...

Now both men are at a crossroads (pardon the pun!). Cody is finding that life at the top comes with a price and those friendships he made on his way up are harder to maintain when he holds the biggest prize in the company around his waist. Meanwhile Roman is a chief without a tribe, no title, no purpose. This is his chance to redeem his past crimes and do things the right way this time around but as always, his pride keeps getting in the way.

Wrestlemania 41 is five days away. Both men are set to main event their respective nights. Roman is facing the demons of his past, while Cody is defending the soul of the company itself against the now soulless John Cena. How will things play out for these two - we'll have to wait and see!

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Whoomph! This is the perfect night for Thlayli - a pot of Royal Tea and fresh new Punkintyre fics to read! I am one very happy bunny!

Highlights include; the image of furious, humiliated Drew in a pretty blue dress and lipstick (with his boxers showing too 🤤), the change in dynamic - Punk is such a sub, he can't help himself, the red smears of lipstick/blood on Punk's chin, the parallels with WM40 and of course the little nod to Underpunk!!! (That was for me, wasn't it? Right? 🤭)

Dude (Looks Like a Lady)

characters: Drew McIntyre, CM Punk

relationship: you guessed it, punkintyre

rating: mature

tags: cross-dressing, blow jobs, choking, internalized homophobia (for 2 seconds), degrading, name calling

word count: give or take 1800

summary: after Bash in Berlin, Drew loses a bet he'd made with Punk, forcing him to cross-dress, a bet he is not very happy about losing.

I don't write smut usually, this is my second attempt

anyway, please enjoy~~~~~~~

Punk slowly opened the door to Drew’s private locker room, still in his slightly blood stained ring gear. Drew sat on a bench, lazily turning his head upward to look at the man walking in.

“Get out, Punk,” Drew demanded, staring at Punk's sly smirk. He was in a terrible mood, in denial about the results of the match. Punk couldn't win, couldn't beat him. It had to have been pure luck, there's no other possible explanation.

“Remember the bet?” Punk asked, “The loser of the strap match has to cross-dress for the winner.” He was overjoyed, seemingly excited to see Drew in women's clothes. It would be so embarrassing for him! Such a big, muscular man, in a gorgeous, delicate dress.

“I do remember. At least let me rest, I'm tired.” Drew leaned against the wall, his hands gripping the bench. He was so exhausted and beat that he didn't even care about the bet, he agreed to it, he'd go through with it.

“So I can just go ahead and get you some stuff to wear?” Punk inquired, inching closer to Drew.

“Yup.” Drew only gave a short answer, desperate for Punk to just let him rest, give him time to reflect on his mistakes. He knew Punk wouldn't go easy on him, he'd make him go all out, holding back nothing.

Punk ran his hand through Drew's sweaty, wet hair, before quietly mumbling, “You’ll be my pretty girl.” He smiled, retracting his hand from Drew's hair as the Scotsman met eyes with him. He waved goodbye to him, leaving the room with a small pep in his step, despite his slight limp from the match they just finished.

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“Just stand still a little bit longer,” Punk said, sitting on the edge of the sink in his hotel room, to Drew, standing in front of him, looking unimpressed. He thought it was so stupid, the smirk Punk's face was painted with as he carefully put red lipstick all over his lips. It was humiliating, the way this far less superior man had power over his appearance.

As the final bit of deep red lipstick was put on his lips, Drew huffed, staring at Punk like he was the worst man on earth.

“Calm down, big boy.” Punk jumped off of the sink, walking out of the bathroom, and sitting on one of the beds in the main area of the hotel room.

Drew gazed at himself in the mirror, disappointed in himself for letting this happen. Letting himself lose, and letting Punk toy with him like this. It only boosted Punk's ego, maybe even to new levels.

He walked out of the bathroom, watching as Punk laid clothes on the bed for him. A blue dress, short, with a corset design. It was amongst other things, though he focused solely on the humiliating dress. He felt nauseated as he glanced at Punk’s shit-eating grin, how proud that man must’ve been, how many deranged thoughts went through his notoriously malevolent mind. His intentions were never good, his morals were never there.

“You gonna change in front of me?” Punk laughed at his own joke, Drew not even reacting. His body was still exhausted, he wanted to beat Punk up, wanted to watch him bleed, wanted to put him in that stupid dress and see how much he likes it. Yet, all he could do was come closer to him.

Punk sat there shirtless, only wearing sweatpants. He intently watched Drew come closer, before holding the clothes and accessories out to him.

“I hate you Punk, you succubus. You have the whole world under your spell, except me. I know what you are.”

“Oh really?” Punk dismissed Drew, instead gesturing for him to grab the clothes from his hands.

Drew snatched them, storming off to the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him, locking it and starting to take his shirt off.

“That shade of lipstick looks great on you!” Punk yelled as the door was slammed. He knew how irritated Drew was, and he loved it. It was the greatest feeling, teasing his worst enemy. Drew couldn’t stand it, he hated being made into a mockery, and Punk took advantage of it for his own gratification.

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Drew walked—stumbled— out of the bathroom, in that dress that complimented him so well. His boxers underneath were practically showing, the dress that nightmarishly short. He could barely walk, the heels he was forced to wear impaired his balance. His fists were clenched, his face bearing an expression of pure anger.

Punk laid eyes on him and a smile crossed his face. He was gorgeous, but, Punk was straight. He couldn’t touch Drew, no matter how alluring he looked. “You sure I’m the succubus?”

“What do you mean by that?” Drew stumbled to the bed, sitting as far away as he could from Punk.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Punk responded, his gaze set on Drew, though the Scotsman couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes wandered. Punk’s eyes were practically undressing him.

“The view would be better if you were on your knees,” Drew joked, pointing at the floor. He laughed, until he noticed Punk’s expression change and his face flush. “Is that a no?”

“It- it's a.. a, you know, go fuck yourself, or something,” Punk retorted. His thoughts were racing at a thousand miles per hour, his face almost as red as Drew’s lipstick. It was amusing to Drew, the way Punk’s confidence slipped away, his ego he's so known for, vanishing on the spot.

Punk became so lost in his own thoughts, he didn't notice Drew inching closer to him.

Didn't notice until he felt himself be shoved down, his back hitting the bed with a thud.

He stared up at Drew, eyes wide, confused. He wasn't a faggot, he didn't—couldn't— like this. It wasn't him, wasn't CM Punk. But here he laid, with Drew straddling his chest. He could see right up Drew's dress, could see Drew's boxers, and his-

No, no, this wasn't right. Was it? He's not a homophobe, but this was him and Drew. Two men who have fought for ages, argued for longer, hated each other for a decade. Could he really put all that aside?

None of that mattered, none of it, when Drew wrapped his hands around Punk's neck. “I'd bet this is what you wanted, yeah? This is the whole reason you made the bet. You're a whore, it wouldn't matter to you how you ended up,” Drew spoke.

He added pressure to the sides of Punk's neck as he heard the Chicagoan choke out a quiet ‘yes’.

Punk began feeling slightly light-headed, moving his arm to hold onto Drew's. His eyes began getting watery, glossing over as he stared into Drew's crystal blue eyes. Strands of hair obscured parts of Drew's face as he leaned down, biting Punk's bottom lip until it bled.

He released Punk's neck from his grip, instead running his hands through Punk's hair. Their mouths stayed so close they were practically breathing each other's air. Red lipstick stained the skin beneath Punk's bottom lip, small drops of blood dripping down his chin from the bite.

Punk didn't care about their rivalry anymore, all he needed right now was Drew. He felt paralyzed, weak to the Scotsman's every action.

He couldn't move unless Drew said so.

Couldn't talk unless Drew said so.

Couldn't think unless Drew said so.

And when Drew got off of him, and pulled him up by the hair, he went with it, until he was standing up. He looked up at Drew, the Scotsman was so tall with those heels, almost a giant.

He felt two strong hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. He didn't say a word, didn't make a noise, didn't even hesitate. He watched Drew sit back down on the bed, beginning to spread his legs.

“Get closer,” Drew demanded. He watched Punk crawl to him, noticing the parallels to Wrestlemania 40, when the roles were reversed. When Drew was the whore, the one crawling, though he did it to taunt. He placed his hand on the side of Punk’s cheek, letting the Chicagoan’s head rest on his thigh. He could feel Punk’s warm, soft breath, as he relished this moment of peace.

Punk slightly tilted his head upward to look at Drew, lipstick still staining his upper chin, and the blood now being close to drying. He moved even closer, close enough to lift Drew’s dress up only to press his tongue against the bulge in the younger man’s boxers.

In response, Drew bucked his hips up, pulling his boxers down to expose his hard and already leaking cock.

Without hesitation, Punk lapped up the precum beading at the tip. He took Drew’s cock into his hands, lightly sucking at the tip, before pulling away and kissing it.

Drew stared into Punk��s lustful eyes, that succubus, so eager to please. He’d never seen Punk look so content with something before, not even complaining once. He had braced himself for Punk to pull away and say something awful, and completely ruin the moment, yet, that wasn’t happening. “Have you done this before?” He asked, not giving Punk even a second to answer, taking a fistful of the older man’s hair and bringing his mouth back down on his cock. “You whore. How many other men have had their dicks in your mouth? You’re not even gagging!” Drew exclaimed… as Punk gagged.

Drew groaned, pushing Punk’s head down farther, thrusting into the hot, heat of the older man’s mouth. He watched saliva drip down his chin, collecting dried blood off of his lip. It was a gorgeous sight, seeing Punk wrecked like this. Punk did an amazing job keeping eye contact as well, looking at Drew with those beautiful, hazel eyes that had started collecting tears.

Before long, Drew was pushed over the edge, time feeling as if it slowed when he came down Punk’s throat.

He swallowed every drop.

Drew leaned back, his breathing almost sporadic as he came down from his high. Maybe cross-dressing wasn’t so bad, if this was the outcome. He lazily laid Punk’s head back down on his thigh, a few drops of saliva falling onto it.

“I know you’ve done that before, you arsehole, you had to. I know it. You can’t fool me,” Drew insisted, running his hand through Punk’s hair, practically petting him.

“I mean, maybe once or twice,” Punk replied.

“With who.” Drew had to know, maybe to kill whoever had the pleasure of receiving that before he did. Whoever got to see Punk in this vulnerable state.

“So first, it was The Und-” Punk was interrupted, Drew talking over him, not letting him even finish saying who it was.

“Such a whore.”

“And the last time I did it, was in 2023. With a guy really similar to you,” Punk continued.

“So you just do it with all your rivals? Everyone gets to put their dick in your pathetic mouth? Don’t tell me more. I don’t wanna know.” He was jealous, imagining all the fucked up scenarios in his head of how it all happened. He couldn't help but assume the worst, what if someone else hurt him?

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This'll do nicely, thank you! Off to enjoy now! 😊

I come bearing a gift (the oneshot is out 🤭🤭)

OOOH! GIMME GIMME GIMME! Link please??🙏

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“Stubborn, mouthy and beautiful? The perfect package!” (I couldn't agree more, Drew! ❤️)

Retired Punkintyre! I will hold this close to my heart and cherish it forever! Thank you so much Doughnut, you are the best!! 🥰😘😘😘😘

My beloved friend DN, I'm here with a humble request.

After my recent thoughts about Punk shaving his belly, I've been wondering how much happier he'd be if he didn't have the pressure of parading around practically naked anymore. He could let his body hair grow, eat what he likes and accept that he's balding a bit and that's ok.

Since retirement au's are a specialty of yours, I can't think of anybody better to bring this to life. Please? 🥺🙏

"Pray To Aphrodite"

*contains sexual acts, CM Punk*

Doughnut Team: @afterdarkprincess

Chicago was always known for its constant rainy days. Hell, it rains twelve days out of every month! Today was no different as the sun was hidden by clouds and raindrops beat against the window. Most people would think it's scary but not for CM Punk. The sound of rain was like music to his ears while the coolness of the weather felt good for his tired old bones. He was woken up by his dog, Larry, licking his hand.

“Alright boy, I'm getting up” Punk mumbles as he opens his eyes. He looks at the alarm clock on the bedside dresser and sees it's 5 am. “You like waking me up at the ass crack of the morning don't you?” He asks his dog quietly so as not to wake up his husband. Punk looks over his shoulder to see if Drew is still asleep before he makes his move. When Drew is indeed asleep, Punk then gently moves his husband's arm from around his waist.

The action causes Drew to groan and roll over in his sleep. “Big guy can sleep through a thunderstorm” Punk says jokingly as he gets out of bed. He walks out of their bedroom with Larry trailing behind him. He makes it to the kitchen when he sees Drew's cat, Toby, sitting right beside Larry. “Lemme guess, you want food too?” Punk asks, Toby meowing in response. “Of course you do, you fucking turkey” Punk says with a laugh as he goes to one of the cabinets.

As he reaches up to grab the cans of food, he feels a sharp twinge in his arm. “Shit” he hisses under his breath as he holds his elbow. Punk feels both pets rubbing against his legs to comfort him. “Daddy's ok guys, just need a minute” he says as he grabs some water and a bottle of pain meds. Even after sixteen years he still feels the effects from injuring his arm. He downs the pills with water. While he waits for those to kick in, he grabs the cans of pet food from the cabinet.

After feeding the pets, Punk decides to grab a pudding from the fridge to enjoy. He used to not be able to enjoy stuff like this due to the strict diet restrictions at work but after years of dealing with it, he just started ignoring them and enjoyed himself. He's sixty years old, he's allowed to eat pudding! He grabs a spoon and leans against the counter as he enjoys his treat. “Fuck, this shit is so good” Punk says happily as he watches it rain outside.

While he enjoys his snack, he looks down at it and realizes something. “Holy fuck, I'm eating an old man food” Punk says as he continues eating in silence. He throws away his trash and lets out a yawn. “Being old fucking sucks” he says to himself as he walks back into the bedroom. Punk stops when he walks in front of the full length mirror on their wall. He just stands in front of it and looks at what time has done to him…

His hair and beard have finally gone fully gray. He still has that tiny bald spot in the back that he used to be so worried about. He's learned to love every part of himself over the years and bald or not, Drew is still gonna love him regardless. His body still looks fairly the same minus he's more softer than muscular these days with some parts of his body losing the battle with gravity. He stopped using razors years ago so now he looks like a walking carpet. The only time he shaves is when he trims his beard or cuts his hair.

He even grew out his stomach hair again because everybody loved it when he had it for some reason. He mostly did it for Drew though because his husband admitted loving when Punk was a hairy guy. So now his body is covered in gray hair. Speaking of Drew, the biggest change was the silver band on his ring finger which matches Drew's black one. It's hard to believe that he's been married for sixteen years, especially to a guy he thought was his worst enemy. Yet, they both grew up and realized that what they thought was hatred was actually hidden feelings that turned into something beautiful.

Punk has been happy with Drew ever since. He just smiles as he continues looking at his wedding band, not knowing that someone else was awake in the room. He feels hands gently grab his waist, causing Punk to gasp. He looked up and it was Drew himself. Time has taken its toll on Drew as well with some parts of his body being softer and his hair going gray in some places. He's fifty-four and still looks built like a statue. Punk can't believe he's this lucky.

“Babe, come back to bed” Drew mumbles, voice rough from sleep. “In a minute Drew, I was just looking at something” Punk says quietly. Drew looks at Punk through the mirror and smiles. “You look like Aphrodite” Drew says sweetly which confuses Punk. “What are you talking about?” Punk asks as he looks up at his husband. “Aphrodite was the goddess of beauty and that's what I'm looking at right now” Drew explains, causing Punk to blush. “Now you're just delusional” Punk says, causing Drew to smirk.

“Maybe I am, but isn't that what most followers are?” Drew says, causing Punk to whimper. “Follower?” Punk asks quietly as Drew presses himself against him. “You always told me to pray to you, so let me show you how devoted I am to you my beauty” Drew says seductively as he starts kissing Punk's neck. “Oh fucking hell yes” Punk says as he turns around and kisses Drew. His husband then picks him up and drops him onto the bed. “I'll be right back” Drew says as he goes to the bathroom.

While Drew is in the bathroom, Punk grabs some Viagra from his dresser drawer. The only thing that fucking sucks about him being old is that his cock barely works. Thank God that Drew's dick still works though. He pops the pills into his mouth and swallows as Drew comes back into the room with a bottle of lube. His husband shucks off his boxers as well as Punk's and crawls towards Punk on the bed.

Anytime Drew towers over him, he feels even smaller than he already is. He looks down and sees Drew's cock is rock hard and dripping. The thought of that being inside him has Punk getting hard right off the bat. “You look so beautiful under me right now” Drew says sweetly, causing Punk to blush even more. “S-Shut up!” Punk stutters, causing Drew to laugh. “Always so stubborn but you make up for it with your beauty, I love that about you” he says as he roams his hands all over Punk's body.

Punk stays quiet as Drew squirts some lube onto his hand and slathers his cock with it. “You ready for me to show my devotion to you, Aphrodite?” Drew says as he aligns his cock with Punk's hole. “Please” Punk says desperately as Drew leans in and kisses him. He moans during the kiss when Drew goes all the way inside his ass on the first try. The stretch always feels so welcoming to Punk, it's like losing his virginity all over again. “You feel so good around me love” Drew says sweetly as he starts slowly thrusting.

“You feel good inside me, sometimes I forget how big you are” Punk says with a moan. “Only the best for my goddess” Drew says affectionately as he smothers Punk's face with kisses. “Don't stop calling me that” Punk admits which delights Drew. “Someone's got an ego” Drew says teasingly as he starts thrusting faster. “You've known that for a long time you smug asshole” Punk says as he grabs onto the sheets as leverage.

“Stubborn, mouthy and beautiful? The perfect package!” Drew says as he continues pounding into Punk's ass. Punk isn't necessarily tight down there these days but somehow his husband makes him see stars every time. “You're so tight for me goddess” Drew says with a groan. “Don't lie to me Drew” Punk says as he lets out a loud moan, Drew finally beating on his prostate. “I only speak the truth beautiful” Drew says as he starts nibbling on Punk's neck.

Punk whines from his aching cock being neglected. He wants to cum so badly but he knows that his husband will never let him jerk off. So he tries to hold on until Drew's ready to cum as well. Drew's constant assault on his neck is definitely not helping. His cock is steadily leaking precum to the point that it's made a little puddle around the base. “Drew” Punk whines as his prostate gets battered like a drum.

“Close?” Drew asks, Punk nodding in response. Drew just nods as well as he kisses Punk again. His husband thrusts into one last time, causing Drew to cum inside him while Punk cums all over both of their stomachs. Drew just lays on top of Punk as the older man plays with his hair. They enjoy each other's company in silence while listening to the sound of rain outside. “I love you” Punk says as he looks up at the ceiling. Drew gently pulls out and looks at his husband. “Love you too, Aphrodite” Drew says as he grabs tissues and cleans them both off.

“Yeah, you're definitely gonna keep calling me that when we're intimate from now on” Punk says, causing Drew to laugh. “Knew that would work on you” his husband says as he cuddles Punk from behind. “Yeah yeah it worked! Now go to bed! You wore my old ass out and I want cuddles” Punk says as he goes to sleep. “Whatever you say beautiful” Drew says as he kisses the top of Punk's head and goes to sleep as well.

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I love a woman with a loud ass laugh. I love a cackle. I love a guffaw. Love when a bitch laughs so hard it scares the dog. Be unapologetic in your joy.

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I come bearing a gift (the oneshot is out 🤭🤭)

OOOH! GIMME GIMME GIMME! Link please??🙏

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i may in fact be crying over this edit i found

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Punk: (Leaning against the wall, smirking, blood trickling from his lip) Is that all you got?

Seth: (Kneeling beside him, possessive hand on Punk's jaw) Don't tempt me, Punk. You know I can make this a lot worse.

Drew: (Towering over them both, voice low) Leave some for me. I haven't had my fun yet.

enjoy freakies

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So I bought the poster!

just saw someone selling this poster on ebay and am getting major underpunk vibes from it. they look like such a couple wtf. @thlayli-ra where u at?

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CM PUNK & RANDY ORTON WRESTLEMANIA XXVII (4/3/2011)

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sources say that on triple hs birthday cm punk sang happy birthday while dressed as marilyn monroe

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fuck it, Toshiro Mifune fancam set to Kate Bush

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Everybody getting fucking cut.

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DREW MCINTYRE SMACKDOWN (4/11/25)

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can I say something