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magnoliacharmed · 1 year

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Don’t Stop

18+, Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels one shot

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Tags: Daddy kink, brat Shawn

Word count: 841

Summary:

Shawn just needs some good old fashioned fun. What better way to get it then by acting a little bratty with Bret?

“I fucking love you Bret.”

The air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Did Shawn really just say that? No, he couldn’t have. The sex was so mind blowing that Bret was just imagining things, he had to be. He questioned the statement with a slow thrust inside of Shawn. The feeling of the larger man’s cock brushing against his prostate made Shawn whine.

“You love me?”

“Well— your dick. Not so much you.”

Ouch.

Bret smacked Shawn’s toned ass so hard it was probably going to leave a bruise. Thankfully he had the foresight not to do it on the tattooed cheek. He wanted to slide out of him right then and there. Why should he keep making him feel good when he was being such a jerk? He knew how the blond could be sometimes, choosing the exact words that would push his buttons. It was time to put a stop to that. Bret roughly wrapped his fingers in Shawn’s wavy hair and pulled his head back. His other hand remained on Shawn’s hip, fingers digging deeply into his flesh.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say. Apologize.”

Another whimper escaped from Shawn at the feeling of being pressed against Bret’s chest. Shawn did mean it— he loved Bret. Was even ready to admit that he was in love with him. But he didn’t want the mushy, overly romantic sex that those words brought. Tonight all he wanted was to get fucked. So he pushed the feelings aside and turned up the attitude.

“Say sorry, Shawn. Or I’ll pull out right now.” The strained disappointment in Bret’s voice strengthened his accent. It made Shawn smile so big he looked delirious.

“Ugh, okay. I’m sorry. Keep fucking me.”

There was so little sincerity in Shawn’s voice Bret wondered why he even bothered to pretend. If they had a mirror in front of them he’d probably see Shawn rolling his eyes, and not for the reasons they were supposed to be rolling.

“Why should I? That wasn't — good — enough.” Bret moved to wrap his arm around Shawn’s stomach. His words were followed by hard, slow strokes. Strands of his brunette hair stuck to his sweaty forehead in anticipation. After a too long moment of silence, Bret agonizingly began to pull out of him.

“Please, please, please don’t stop, daddy. I’m sorry.”

That was new. It was so new and so hot Bret chose to ignore how extremely not sorry Shawn was.

Bret’s brown eyes zeroed in on Shawn’s cock as soon as “daddy” left his mouth. It twitched and leaked, a pretty picture that made Bret’s vision white out. Shawn must have been waiting a long time to call him that. As soon as Bret heard it, he started to pound away. Tears of pleasure built in the corners of Shawn’s eyes that Bret reached up to wipe away. His voice was almost primal as he growled right into Shawn’s ear.

“You like how daddy makes you feel, huh? Is that why you’re acting like this?”

He’d never heard him sound like that before. They’d had some passionate, intense sessions in the past. Escapades that were enough to make Shawn blush when they randomly came to mind. Nothing like this. Shawn made a note to himself that he’d have to put the brat act on more often.

“I love it, I love you, fuck, Bret —“

Shawn felt Bret release hot inside of him. His scalp was starting to ache like a motherfucker from the iron grip Bret had on his hair. It was worth it though to hear his worn out breathing. Shawn laughed to himself; he knew he was the only one who could make the other man feel that way. Whether Bret wanted to admit it or not.

Bret shoved Shawn back down on the bed hard. He laid there in the soft, white sheets not saying a word. His head was swirling way too much to come up with a quip.

“‘I love you daddy.’ You don’t know how pathetic you sounded.” Bret tried to mock him, tried to act like the disgust was real. Really, he wanted to hear Shawn say it one more time. Maybe two or three more times. An infinite amount of times wouldn’t be bad, either. The way Shawn’s normally deep, gravel-lined voice hitched up an octave or two when Bret began to grind into him would be etched in his memory forever.

“Psh, you liked it. Don’t even act like you didn’t.”

Shawn lifted his head up and turned his sparkling blue eyes to Bret’s tired face. He winked and let his head fall back into the sheets with a plop. Blond hair shook down and across his shoulders as he rolled onto his back, cock hard and already wanting more. The charm was on in full force and Bret was having a hard time not indulging him.

“You wanna go again, daddy? I promise I’ll be good this time.” Shawn laughed, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

#bret hart x shawn michaels #bretshawn #shawn michaels #bret hart #wrestling #wrestling fanfic #wrestling smut #hartbreak #magnoliafanfic

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rawiswhore · 3 months

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Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Bret Hart x Fem Reader- "Wrongfully Accused"

I hope this fanfiction won't offend readers, but viewer discretion is advised.

However, it is posted on International Women's Day, which is a day that can also sympathize women who were abused.

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Throughout mostly an entire decade being a babyface good guy in the World Wrestling Federation, Bret Hart turned heel in 1997 and became a bad guy.

During the summer of 1997 after Shawn Michaels accused Bret Hart of having "Sunny days" (having sex with her), Bret was standing in the ring whereas Hunter Hearst Helmsley and you were standing behind the ramp leading up to the ring.

Hunter had his long hair hanging down during this moment.

Into the microphone he was holding, Bret had accused you of having sex with and sleeping with Hunter.

To add insult to injury, Bret added that you slept with Hunter just to get in the WWF.

What Bret said made your jaw drop and your eyebrows raise in shock.

There were fans in the audience cheering for Bret, whereas others were booing him.

Hunter became infuriated after Bret said that.

Despite you and Hunter not showcasing signs of having sex on television, in magazines and pay-per-views, it was fairly obvious you and Hunter were having sex.

Especially considering in WWF Raw magazine issues where you and Hunter would be in bubblebaths together snuggled up next to each other.

"Even if she did, so what?!" Hunter remarked into the microphone back at Bret, where Hunter's face furrowed and scrunched in anger. "It's fairly obvious!"

Many fans in the audience were cheering for Hunter saying that.

"Weren't you accused of having Sunny days not too long ago?" Hunter asked Bret, which made the audience get out of their seats and cheer for Hunter saying that, even though Hunter played a heel as well.

During your time as Hunter's valet/manager, because he played this rich aristocratic blueblood, some fans in the audience were holding signs calling you a gold digger.

You even received nasty letters and insults from fans calling you a gold digger.

This moment of you being accused with having sex with Hunter was inspired by the early 1960's Profumo affair, where a 19 year old showgirl named Christine Keeler had a sexual affair with John Profumo---the Secretary of State of War in the Conservative Government.

Maybe this fanfiction isn't completely inspired by Christine Keeler's affair with John Profumo, but hey.

Ironically enough, next year, Bill Clinton would undergo a major scandal when he was caught having an adulterous affair with Monica Lewinsky while he was still married!

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While I did inspire this moment after the Christine Keeler/Profumo scandal, is it okay to post this fanfiction on International Women's Day?

#hunter hearst helmsley #wwf #bret hart

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excellentexecution · 11 months

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@brothersgrim asked: "Happy birthday." The Deadman says, taking a seat on the locker room bench beside Bret. There was an ease about his movement that most people never saw. He's learned how to let his guard down around the Hitman. Ironic, he knew. But the Federation wasn't a place of logic, nor was it a place of friendship - so he took whatever kindness he could get.

He's a simple man, and his present reflects that. Just the product of an afternoon or two spent at the forge. A small pendant in the shape of the Hart Foundation's crest, cast and hammered in iron and strung on a leather cord, wrapped in simple brown paper.

Happy Birthday, Bret!

Chocolate cake with chocolate buttercream - still did the sweetness of his birthday cake linger on his tongue - the best birthday that Bret had the privilege to celebrate. Understated with only a handful of guests, a locker room wasn't the typical spot for such festivities, but it was better than nothing. Better than a lonely hotel room. Nicer than just himself and the glow of a small screened TV, infomercials with bold lettering and flashy effects. Bret was celebrated just as he always liked: in the company of decent folk and wonderful friends. There were balloons and streamers strung about the locker room space. Decorations that spanned the colors of the rainbow, confetti on the tiles and in strands of hair, a banner that read out the special occasion in huge print. A table in the corner that held the cake upon it - small presents but nothing too grand - lukewarm beers stolen from the bag of some other poor wrestler on the roster. A feud that ran deep enough as to cut into the Hitman's birthday get together, perhaps. A scheme that smelled of juvenile foolishness and petty revenge; several smirks admitted as much from behind buttercream covered lips.

But there was one guest on the list that Bret was happiest to see. Quiet upon his entrance into the party, but never able to hide himself from the Hitman, clothed in his best black striped suit and hat. Undertaker had actually come. Never forced to, for the man was always offered a choice by Bret, but wanted to be there out of his own will. A freedom that he didn't always have but this time took. Accepted it, for both himself and, maybe, for Bret, too, there was no hiding the happiness that his arrival brought. A wide smile nearly broke Bret's face in half. A blush upon his cheeks almost overpowered every other sense. Even when the soft murmurs of fellow partiers could be heard over the loudness of a boombox, soundtracks played to volume peak, there was none other that Bret paid more attention to. Especially once a wrapped gift found its way into his hands, rested upon his lap.

"Oh, my God, Taker." Bret said, breath completely taken away and heart turned to mush. "Did you make this for me?"

Necklace taken out and admired, only seconds passed before the leather cord slipped over the Hitman's head, the Hart Foundation crest laid against his chest. It was beautiful. Created just for he, it was the kindest present that could've been received. A statement - one that followed no rules except for Bret's and Undertaker's own - a literal token of friendship that none could take away. It would be kept safe forever.

Bret smiled, knowing that anything more would've invaded privacy, touch a boundary not to be crossed just yet between companions, but ever still wanted to offer a gesture in return, "thank you. This is the best gift I could've ever gotten tonight. I mean that. I don't wear jewelry much, y'know, but I'll sure as hell be wearing this every day from now on. It's amazing. Taker, I appreciate this very much. I appreciate you being here with me. Thank you. You've made my birthday even better, brother."

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#[ brothersgrim ]#[ Muse: Undertaker ]#Best There Was // Best There Is | WWF Era #[ Bret's NEVER taking this necklace off ]

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aj-the-cat · 3 years

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sweet! here it is (almost) verbatim then: some soft shawn/bret, gently bathing each other in their hotel room after a match, when everything's sore and they just wanna sleep, and then cuddling softly in their hotel bed. I live for tender moments and there's nothing more tender than some quiet bathing and some soft snuggling

So soft, I love it! Please enjoy!

(Note: Im REALLY REALLY REALLY sorry it took so long! Thank you for being so patient!! School's been busting my ass, especially with my full schedule with band. ❤️❤️)

Softly Now

Masterlist

Bret Hart and Shawn Michaels

Warnings: None

"Watch it, Tex-mex, you bruised my ribs earlier."

Canadian and Texan arms linked around each other, holding each other up as they walked down the hotel hall from the elavator.

Shawn took the key from his mouth and unlocked the door to their shared room. He took steady steps into the room and walked to the bed, where they both collasped in a heap.

"Remind me to never do an iron man match again." Bret sighed out as he rolled over. Shawn remained where he was and looked over at Bret. "Same here. Even for the title."

(Future AJ here breaking the fourth wall. Shawn would do another iron man match against Kurt Angle in 2005, but it was only 30 minutes. Now back to the story.)

The WWF title hung loosely off Shawn's hips. The boyhood dream had finally come true, and all Shawn could think about was a nice nap and Bret cuddling him.

Speaking of Bret, he was snaking his hand up to Shawns hair to play with it. Fingers wrapped into the roots and the blonde nuzzled into his hand.

Bret scooted closer to Shawn, now skin to skin with him, and wrapped his arm around him. Shawn nuzzled in, putting his head in the crook of Bret's neck, placing soft kisses and playful bites on Canadian skin.

Giggling, Bret took his hands from Shawn's hair and placed them on his hips, then dove his head into his hair. Sweat and the slightest hint of Shawn's conditioner filled his nose and he pulled back.

"You stink." He said playfully. Shawn stopped his kisses and lifted his head to Bret. "Well so do you but you see me complaining." He stuck his tongue out and put on a pouty face.

Bret laughed, and turned over fully to put his hands on Shawn's cheeks. "We need a bath." Shawn lifted an eyebrow. "We? Is this an invitation to-"

Bret cupped his hand over Shawn's mouth. "No. Now lets get up and take a bath, how's that sound, hm?" Baby blues looked into chocolate browns, and Shawn nodded slowly. "Good boy."

The hand covering Shawn's mouth lifted and went under his legs, lifting him up bridal style. Bret carried Shawn towards the bathroom, careful not to touch any sore spots from their match that night.

Inside the bathroom, Bret set Shawn down on the counter and started up the water, making it an ideal temperature to soak. Shawn watched curiously, eyebrows raising as Bret grabbed a bottle of bubble bath formula.

Soon a sweet smelling bubbly mixture formed and Bret stopped the water, and went out of the room to grab a towel from the linen closet. "You can get in the bath, Shawn." He called from the hall.

Shawn hopped off the counter and stripped out of his ring gear, which he didn't bother to change out of at the arena, and got into the warm bath.

Bret came back from the hall and set a fluffy towel down on the counter and dropped a blue wash cloth into the soapy water. Shawn didn't care anymore and closed his eyes. Bret took a cup from the side if the tub and dunked it into the water, pulling it up to pour on Shawn's hair.

Relaxing into the water, Shawn didn't notice Bret massaging some shampoo into his hair. Bret made sure to use careful and relaxing touches as he shampooed Shawn's golden locks.

Bret finished and grabbed the cup again, dunking it into the water and pouring it on Shawn's hair, shielding his eye's so he wouldnt get soap in them. He repeated this process until all the shampoo was gone.

Shawn opened his eyes when Bret tapped his shoulder and lifted the wash cloth from the water and grabbed a bottle of body wash. He took the cloth and the body wash and began scrubbing himself, slightly irritated Bret didn't scrub him.

When he was done, he gave the contects back to Bret and took the cup and washed the soap off himself. By now, the water had gone lukewarm and the bubbles were dissipating.

Bret grabbed the towel and signaled Shawn to get out of the bath. He closed his eyes as Shawn rose and he wrapped the towel around him.

Shawn stood, dripping wet with a towel around his whole body and leaned into Bret, and Bret wrapped his arms around him, and leaned against the counter.

"I love you, Bret."

"I love you too, Shawn."

#bret hart #shawn michaels #fanfic #wwf #wwe

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prettyboymichaels-ao3 · 3 years

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Rewind, Rewire, Reword - Chapter 1: Where Did I Put That Map Again? (Pt. 1)

It’s the week before Wrestlemania 12, he’s preparing to give Shawn Michaels the fight of his life in their 60-minute Iron Man match, and his little brother has decided to drag him out to socialize on an otherwise perfectly ordinary Wednesday night.

Surely, this decision won’t take the course his life was on – and the course his relationship with Shawn was on – and send it into a tailspin.

(Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels ABO AU; NOT Kayfabe Compliant; Words: ~2k; Rating: M; Notes, trigger warning/s, tag list, and chapter under the cut!)

my massive bretshawn abo au is here! as I only have two-ish more scenes to write, and 10 chapters already written to publish on here (separated into smaller “parts” for tumblr, which means I technically have 21 chapters; they’ll be published fully on ao3), I’ve decided to try for an every other day publishing schedule to give myself more time to fully finish this book of the series. so. :) I’ve read and edited and reread and re-edited this more than almost any other fic I’ve written, so HOPEFULLY. I don’t want to edit it MORE after finally PUBLISHING it. sigh. anyway.

tw for: attempted sexual assault. it doesn’t actually occur, but this IS the jumping off point for the fic, and it will be referenced throughout. the tw “references to attempted sexual assault” will be used in any chapter that references it

tag list: @track12to13; @piratewithvigor; @sinderellanightwolf. tell me if you want to be tagged for any future chapters!

It was times like these when he wondered why he ever bothered going out at all.

They’d gotten to California two days before, early, the way they usually did, leaving the morning after their last match to get a head start and not arrive completely burnt out. They’d spent those two days getting acquainted with their hotel room, their rental car, and the stadium gym they were going to be using the next two weeks. However, “California” didn’t just mean “new match”, it also meant “new towns”, which meant “new opportunities to make Bret socialize”. He’d told Owen, repeatedly, in a variety of ways, that the last thing he needed was a fucking wingman, let alone his happily mated younger brother as a wingman, but he’d just brushed off everything he’d said and dragged him out anyway. “You have almost two weeks to prepare,” he’d scoffed, forcing him to change basically as soon as they got back to their room. “When’s the last time you really let loose?” he’d offered, trying to hustle him out almost before he’d had his shoes tied. “I promised mom I’d try something the last time we talked so would you stop digging your heels in, please,” was his final explanation, as he was hailing a cab to take them out of the city and to some smaller town a little less than an hour away, where they’d be less likely to get recognized, because getting mobbed in a bar or a club was always… not great, to say the least.

But it just really wasn’t Bret’s scene. It just really, really wasn’t. He wasn’t twenty anymore, he couldn’t power through a hangover the way he used to, and he wasn’t in the mood anyway, the way he hadn’t been for the last two years Owen’d been trying to set him up. He’d gotten used to being single by now, he’d even gotten used to his mother’s passive aggressive comments about it every time he called home, and, yeah, being used to it didn’t mean he liked it, but trying to find a date at this point in his life wasn’t exactly easy, at thirty-eight years old, in his line of work, with his designation. Honestly, he didn’t know why Owen was still trying so earnestly; the odds of Bret finding a decent prospective partner at some random club in Somewhere, California was so low it might as well be in the ground.

As such, instead of socializing, the way Owen wanted him to, he’d nursed a glass or two at the bar, had a fairly interesting conversation with an older woman who happened to be the designated driver for a group of girls giggling on the dance floor, and eventually called it quits after hitting the bathroom two hours in. It wasn’t even ten-thirty yet, you’d think he could last a little longer, and he could, he was just… bored. His bar mate was corralling her wayward group to leave, and Owen was having a grand time failing miserably at darts with what looked to be a group of regulars, so he just told him he was heading back to the hotel, refused to be guilted into a game no matter how many times Owen batted his eyelashes or how disappointed he looked, paid his tab, and slipped out into the night with a sigh and his hands deep in the pockets of his jacket. It was only slightly cooler outside than it was inside, and it was much less crowded – a few smokers, on the other side of the street, and two people eating a pizza and using the box as their plate a little further down from that. Definitely less busy than Anaheim would be this time of night, and equally less well lit.

There was also, though, something he almost didn’t hear over the noise of the bar:

“…an’t change your mind now!”

“I agreed to go home with you, not you and your fucking friend–”

His foot still raised from where he’d been stepping to the curb to hail a cab, he cocked his head to the alleyway the voices had drifted from – and, there it was, he hadn’t been hearing things, because there was an incredulous laugh, a dull thump, and a pained grunt before another man said, amused, speaking over the rising growls, “C’mon, baby, you really think you’re in a position to turn us down? You’re the one about to go into heat, it won’t matter whose knot you’re taking soon enough.”

Bret was moving before the end of that sentence, rounding the corner to find three figures pressed up against the stone wall beside an open dumpster. They were mostly hidden from the orange street lamps outside the mouth of the alley, but he could still see rough impressions, and they weren’t very promising: two holding the third prone while the third tried to fight back, thrashing and almost snarling with how viciously he was growling, but he was getting nowhere fast, with how successfully he was being restrained. One’s nose was buried in this man’s throat, the other’s teeth visible in the low light as he grinned, and Bret felt his expression twist and harden as he stepped forward. “Hey! You’ve got three seconds to walk away before I make this a fair fight.”

That certainly got their attention, and he saw them all turn his way, their eyes flashing a little in the dark. Parts of their faces were highlighted now – the barest crests of their jaws, their cheekbones, their hair – but he could see the moment their nostrils flared and he was written off as nothing but a nuisance, which was only confirmed when one of them scoffed. “Run away, little beta, this doesn’t concern you.”

And then he turned right back around to continue scenting the man, the omega, who headbutted him so hard in the nose Bret could hear it crack from here. The man howled, staggering away and clutching at his gushing face with both hands, and Bret watched as the omega took advantage of the other man’s stunned disbelief to kick his legs out from under him and send him tumbling to the ground.

Bret didn’t waste any time. He stalked forward, hauling the one on the ground up by the collar of his coat and the waistband of his pants so he could toss him bodily into the open dumpster. The open, empty dumpster, if the clang of metal and yelp of pain were anything to go by. There was a choked off squeal from behind him, and he turned just in time to watch the omega’s leg come back down and the second perpetrator crumple into the fetal position, clutching his groin. That one quickly joined his friend in the dumpster, courtesy of Bret, and the groans and squeaks that resulted from that collision were incredibly satisfying.

He wiped his hands on his jeans before turning back to the omega, raising his hands placatingly when he, too, was met with a sharp, threatening growl. “Hey. You okay? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

There was an extended moment of silence. “…Bret?”

Oh, perfect, he’d been recognized– …Wait. He knew that voice. He squinted, edging closer, and fuck, now that his eyes had adjusted a little–

“…Shawn?!”

When it sounded like the men in the dumpster were starting to try and gather their bearings, Bret put his hand on – on Shawn’s shoulder and pushed him out of the alley and past the bar, letting his hand fall away and trusting Shawn to follow him as he lead them past another two buildings to turn the corner onto another block, and then a little further still, directly under a street light, far enough to see them coming if they tried it. After getting their asses handed to them so thoroughly, not just by their intended victim but by a little beta to boot, the alphas shouldn’t come sniffing around looking for seconds, but you could never be too careful.

“Jesus, Shawn, what the hell was that?” he hissed, shrugging his jacket off and settling it over Shawn’s shoulders in one fluid motion.

Or he would have, if the man didn’t take an immediate step back and bare his teeth at him, rubbing his arms. Bret scowled. “Can you stop being so stubborn for two seconds–”

“I’m two seconds from kicking you in the fucking balls, Bret, don’t test me,” Shawn barked, taking another step back for good measure. His voice was hoarser than it usually was, and Bret was a little worried about what he’d do if it cracked.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, sucked in a breath through his mouth, and blew it out through his nostrils. “Look,” he settled on, staring at Shawn hard, who stared right back. In the orange light illuminating them, he could more clearly see his rumpled clothes, his wrecked hair, his blotchy face, but if he could compare him to anything right now it’d be a cornered animal. “Just – put it under your nose, okay? I know I don’t have much of a scent, but it’s gotta be better than whatever the fuck they were giving off.”

Shawn scoffed, but flexed his fingers from where they were clutching at his biceps, moving his eyes to his jacket. “Gee, when’s the last time you took a high school health class?”

“In high school, asshole, now take it.”

Shawn curled his lip, looking ready to keep arguing, but, shifting his weight on his feet, decided it wasn’t worth the effort, and snatched the jacket from Bret instead. He paused once he had it, glaring at him like he was expecting him to say something, and when Bret just crossed his arms and gave him a look, he finally shoved it under his nose and took a deep breath. Half the tension in his body released in one fell swoop, and with it came a hitch as he buried his face in the leather completely, his hands starting to shake.

Bret, deciding to give him a modicum of privacy, looked behind Shawn to make sure they hadn’t been followed (they hadn’t) and moved to the curb to finally hail a cab. Two of them passed, occupied, before he heard Shawn move up next to him, his jacket still stuffed under his nose. His eyes were a little red, and a little wet, but his cheeks were dry. “I wanna puke,” he rasped, muffled into the leather, and Bret gave a humorless snort.

“If you’re gonna, do it here,” he said, waving at another taxi, and this one actually responded, starting to pull up. “I sure as hell don’t wanna smell it all the way back to Anaheim.”

That earned him a grumble, more lighthearted than anything he’d heard out of Shawn’s mouth tonight, and Bret hid his relief by walking around the idling cab to talk to the driver at his window, digging out his wallet. “You got a divider?”

“Sure do, brother,” the cabbie told him, jerking his thumb to the backseat and the tinted glass that separated him from it. “Got some wet wipes back there, too. Just don’t leave any stains, huh?”

Bret frowned, because that made it all too clear what he thought they were planning on doing in his backseat, but threw a handful of twenties into the driver’s lap anyway, enough to make his eyes widen comically. “That’s to get us to Anaheim. There’s more where that came from if you get us there in forty.”

“Hell, brother, I’ll get you there in thirty,” the cabbie exclaimed, and Bret straightened back up after giving him the hotel’s address, waving at Shawn to get in on his side, which he did one-handed, slamming the door behind him as Bret followed suit. The divider deafened the cabbie’s music to a low rumble, and, as they pulled off, Bret started digging around in the mesh pocket attached to the back of the driver’s seat until he emerged with the aforementioned wet wipes. He tore the pack open, pulling half of them out in one go and passing them over to Shawn, who took them automatically with the hand that wasn’t holding Bret’s jacket to his nose, but gave him a look that said he had no idea what Bret was trying to do here.

He gestured to his own throat. “For your scent glands,” he explained, and he could see the moment the light went off, because Shawn started scrubbing at either side of his neck like a man possessed. Bret used the rest of the wipes to clean his own hands and stuffed them into his pocket after he was done, sinking back against the creaky plastic seats like they might swallow him up, lack of give or no.

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darkarfs · 2 years

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If you're still doing those asks! 1., 13., and 17.

1. Favorite feud I'm giving this to Bret and Owen Hart, which went from the spring of 1993 all the way to the summer of 1994, dotted with amazing matches and milestones, especially for the mid-90s. Johnny Gargano and Tommaso Ciampa's feud essentially defined what a feud should look like after 2010. The never-ending "destined to do this forever" of Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn. Special shout out to Kurt Angle and Shawn Michaels in 2005, because it gave us the "Sexy Kurt" promo. 13. Favorite entrance gear/attires My instinct is always to go with Bayley's Iron Man themed gear for the first ever Iron Woman match at Takeover Respect:

But true to life, my favorite entrance gear of all time is the Great Muta, coming out as a golden undead pirate:

There are golden bones UNDER the jacket.

Now that I think of it, his Venom/xenmorph entrance was pretty rad, too

17. Favorite bad/awful matches you somehow still enjoy?

My go-to for this is always Hollywood Hulk Hogan vs. the Ultimate Warrior at Halloween Havoc 1998. It's slow, it's stupid, it's quiet, it's too goddamn long. Hogan tries throwing a flash paper fireball at Warrior. It gets off his fingers and immediately floats back into his face, singeing off his eyebrows and his nostril hair.

Hogan qualifies again for his monster truck sumo match at Halloween Havoc 1995 against the Giant. Y'ever want to watch two monster trucks just kinda push on one another for about 8 minutes? Now you can! And then the Giant falls off the roof of the building, survives, and we're NEVER told why or how.

For total shitshow potential, Brock Lesnar vs. Goldberg at WrestleMania 20. Shoulda been a hoss match for the ages, but both men's contracts were up, both were dissatisfied and grumpy, and the Madison Square Garden crowd let them fucking HAVE IT. So they phoned it right the fuck in. I found myself laughing the whole time.

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theasshat59 · 3 years

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Howdy everyone today I’m going to be talking about a series I do on the app Amino that I’m bringing over here. Now to give y’all a taste for the Series I’m gonna put 10 matches from Season 1&2 (10-6 in this part 5-1 in the next) in chronological order with some context for the matches. So please have a read and tell me what you think.

Match 10

Context:Alexa Bliss won the Raw women’s championship on Episode 3 of MyWWE and from then had assistance in her reign from Mickie James. Although on the build to summerslam she was thrown two opponents in Bayley and Ronda Rousey. In the Summerslam main event could Alexa beat the odds or did one of her opponents push her off her pedestal?

Alexa Bliss(c) vs Bayley vs Ronda Rousey Summerslam S1. For the Raw women’s championship.

Before Alexa could enter Bayley would hit a bulldog on Bayley then the pair would exchange strikes until Ronda knocked Down Bayley. Ronda would then go for a rolling piper’s pit but Bayley would turn it into a Oscar. Bayley would then try for a bayleyplex Into the corner but Ronda would reverse into a hip toss. Followed by a step up knee strike. Ronda would then hit a barrage of punches into the corner before Bayley would kick her away and would hit a springboard crossbody out of the corner. Bayley would then hit a bayley to belly when finally Alexa would make her entrance

Alexa theme would hit and she’d make her way to the ring.

Alexa would slam Bayley into the mat with by her hair she’d then hit a bliss DDT on Ronda. Bayley would then hit a lou threz on Alexa until Alexa pushes her out of the ring. Alexa would then go for a arm wringer on Ronda but Ronda would death stare her so Alexa would run out of the ring. So Ronda would laugh until bayley went for a bayley to belly but Ronda reversed into a judo throw. Ronda would hit piper’s pit for a two count. Ronda would go to the top rope for a crossbody but Alexa would grab her foot but Ronda would kick her off before bayley hit a super bayley to belly on Ronda for the three count eliminating her. Alexa would then roll up bayley but bayley would roll through and would hit a German suplex Alexa would go to the Apron where Bayley hit a rope assisted stunner. Bayley would then put Alexa on the announcer table and would hit a macho elbow drop from the top but oh wait no she didn’t Alexa would get pulled off the desk by mickie James mickie would hit a mick kick then she’d go for mick ddt but bayley would reverse into a bayleyplex into the barricade. Alexa would then roll bayley into the ring and would hit a bliss DDT for a two count. Mickie would then throw in a chair as Alexa hit insult to injury then She’d go for a twisted bliss but bayley would put her knees up then she’d bayley to belly Alexa into the chair she’d pin but Mickie would break it up. Bayley would then break the chair over Mickie’s head. She’d then Bayleyplex Mickie our of the ring But Alexa would roll her up but Bayley would turn it into a roll up of her own for the win. After the match Bayley would hit a bayley to belly. Mickie would try to help Alexa but Alexa would push her away and would go backstage.

Winner:Bayley

Match 9

Context:After Bayley seemingly snapped on Summerslam she’d attack her opponents viciously but still kept her smiley demeanour, however after losing in a tag match with Allie she had to have a rematch with the woman who made her snap, on Alexa’s terms. Alexa acting bold decided to challenge the new raw women’s champion to an Iron-woman match. Did Alexa’s scheme work, or is Bayley just the better woman?

Alexa Bliss(c) vs Bayley vs Ronda Rousey Summerslam S1. For the Raw women’s championship.

Bayley(c) vs Alexa Bliss in the first and only iron person match in MyWWE history at HIAC S1

[B]30:00 (Alexa:0 Bayley: 0)

Alexa would slap Bayley repeatedly until Bayley caught her hand and hit a dropkick Alexa would hit a wheelbarrow arm drag then she’d go for another but Bayley would roll through the Arm drag and would hit a running double axe handle followed by a bayleplex, She’d then go to the top rope for a macho elbow drop but Alexa would push her to the floor she’d then climb the ropes and would go for a crossbody but Bayley rolled through and would slam Alexa into the barricade.

Alexa would jump the barricade but bayley would follow her but Alexa would hit a wicked right hand Bayley would fall into the crowd but the crowd pushed her back up so she could hit a gut kick followed by a uppercut. Bayley would then slam Alexa into a wall by her hair. Bayley would then Irish whip Alexa and would go for a clothesline but Alexa would dodge her and would then hit a blissful DDT for the pin.

[B]25:00 (Alexa: 1 bayley 0)

Alexa would then hit insult to injury followed by a a leg crusher. Alexa would grab a chair and would put it on Bayley’s leg and would repeatedly stomp. Bayley would start crawling away in clear agony but Alexa would then lock in a figure 4 Bayley would start crawling then she was passed a crutch from the crowd she’d use it to get out by hitting Alexa she’d then try to stand but she couldn’t so she used the crutch but Alexa would hit a chop block.

[B]20:00

Alexa would drag Bayley back to ring side and would hit a dragon screw she’d then slammed bayley’s leg into the steps. Alexa would throw bayley in the ring followed by a ladder she’d then open the ladder on its side and would wrap bayley’s leg around it. She’d then slam the ladder. Then she’d set up the ladder and would go up a couple runs for insult to injury.

[B]15:00

Alexa would head to the top of the ladder and went for twisted Bliss but bayley rolled out of the way and would then hit a bayley to belly for the pin.

[B]13:00 (Alexa:1 Bayley: 1)

Bayley would then climb the ropes but would crash to the mat when Alexa dropkicked her leg. Alexa would then try to pull up Bayley but bayley hit a stunner. Bayley would the. Go to the top rope and when Alexa got up she hit a elbow for a two count. She’d then hit a Bayleyplex into the ladder. But then Mickie James would come out of no where and hit a dragon screw on Bayley and would help Alexa up. “COME QUICKER NEXT TIME” Mickie would then Slap Alexa and would hit a Mick DT and would pull Bayley on her 1...2... alexa kicked out. Mickie would try for a mick kick but Alexa caught and through her out of the ring but Bayley would roll her up 1...2... kick out.

[B]9:00

Bayley would go for a bayley to belly but Alexa kicked in her knee and would go for a bliss ddt but Bayley reversed into a northern lights. She’d then go to the top rope but Alexa would meet her up there. Alexa would hit a super bliss ddt, but they’d both hit the floor hard and only got up at 6:00.

The pair would exchange punches until Alexa hit a wicked right hand and would go to the steps for a double axe handle but Bayley caught and hit a bayley to belly into the apron and would roll her in the ring for a two count. Bayley would then hit a macho elbow drop for a two count. Alexa would then hit a code red for a two count. Bayley would then hit a single leg dropkick but would hold her leg in pain until Alexa went to the top rope but Bayley met her hair and hit a super Bayleyplex for a two count.

[B]1:00

Bayley would hit a rock bottom but Alexa would get up and would hit a bliss ddt for a two count.

[B]00:30

bayley would hit a right hand and but again only a two count. Bayley would then hit a sunset flip into the corner.

[B]00:20

Bayley would then go to the top rope but Alexa would meet her there.

[B]00:15

Alexa would go for a super bliss ddt but bayley got out and the pair exchanged punches.

[B]00.10

But bayley would then hit a super bayley to belly. And as the ref counted 3 the timer hit 0.

[BC]Winner: Bayley

Match 8

Context:Becky Lynch became the first MyWWE smackdown women’s champion but after her first defence she was injured until her return at Summerslam where she won back the belt. From then on she’d have championship open challenges on smackdowns to prove her claims of being The Man. However after Natayla failed to defeat Becky at TLC Natayla didn’t take it well and would attack Becky. Natayla soon decided since neither had lost a match to submission yet she’d challenge Becky to an I quit match. Was the niece of the Legendary Technician Bret Hart in her battleground and took the belt home? Or did Becky truly live up to being the man?

Becky Lynch(c) vs Natayla at Royal Rumble S2 in an I Quit match for the Smackdown Women’s championship.

Natayla would hit a Dropkick Followed by a gut lift powerbomb Sending Becky to the corner where Natayla hit some elbows until Becky kicked her away she hit a middle turnbuckle clothesline Becky would attempt a pump handle exploder but Natayla hit a massive elbow followed by a back Drop kick sending Becky to the apron. Natayla then hit a back suplex on the apron then Natayla hit an Alabama slam onto the barricade. Becky would crawl into the ring then Natayla followed by Becky hit an enzuguri Becky then attempted a suplex into the corner but Natayla reversed into a slingshot suplex off the ropes then hit her signature stomp/basement Dropkick. Natayla then pulled up Becky by the hair then hit a powerbomb no Becky punched her then locked in a rope hung arm bar. Natayla would then lift up Becky and went for a powerbomb to the out side but Becky Reversed into a ddt no wait Natayla reversed into a suplex no Becky would stop it and then hit a Bayleyplex to the outside but both would be nearly unconscious. Becky would pull up Becky but Natayla turned it into a Alabama slam no she hit a air raid crash instead. Laughing Natayla dragged Becky to the stage by her hair. Natayla then locked in a Sharpshooter But Becky would crawl until she got to the ramp and she got given a chair that she’d use to hit Natayla until she let go Becky would get up and drove the chair into Natayla then hit a float over Ddt into the Chair. Becky would get up and gave the chair back the the fan. Becky would then go backstage and moments later Becky dragged out a trash can with kendo sticks and barbwire bats in it and she dragged a table Becky would lean the table against the minitron and pulled up Natayla and went for a Bexplex but Natayla pushed her into the table but got hit with a punch then a flurry of them until she tumbled over the bin Becky would raise her fist but would fall to her knee after she got Hit in the back with a kendo stick. Natayla admiring her kendo stick thought up and idea. Natayla from behind would choke Becky with the kendo stick “come on Becky Quit in front of these idiots who actually think you’re not an Irish idiot. Natayla would continue to choke and Becky would start going purple but Becky saw the bin in front of her and grabbed it and hit Natayla over the head with it leaving a bitch shaped dent in it. Becky would caught blood but soon caught her breath. She’d go for a clothesline but got hit with a nattie by nature no Becky dodged and hit a spinning gut kick followed by a Lou threz Becky would punch Natayla until she busted her open. Natayla then pushed Becky through the curtain to the backstage area. Natayla would follow her and the pair would exchange punches until Natayla whipped Becky into a crate. Then into the camera.

After about 3 minutes another camera caught up to them. They were now outside in the parking lot. Becky would uppercut Natayla onto a car but as she got up Natayla would hit a sit out powerbomb into the windshield destroying it Natayla then hit a basement Dropkick sending Becky into the car. Natayla would try to open the car door but it was locked then Becky kicked her in the head breaking the window. Natayla would go to one knee until Becky unlocked the car and Smashed the door into Natayla. When Becky got out of the car she was covered in blood and glass. She’d look back at the car “it’s a rental anyway” Becky the pulled up Natayla and hit a bexplex onto the hood then Becky got on the roof and locked in a dis-arm-her Natayla would nearly quit but she would eventually Push Becky off the car onto the road off the car park. Natayla would then walk back to the ring and grabbed a mic “I’m winning this thing in the ring so Becky either quit or get your dick in this ring Natayla threw the mic out of the ring. Soon Becky would Storm the ring and stared at Natayla and without a second doubt she hit an headbutt that gave me a headache Blood would pure from both foreheads but neither fell and Natayla hit a nattie by nature then rolled out of the ring and would hold her head at medics ran to her but she pushed them away and grabbed a ladder and rolled in the ring and leaned it in the middle rope and jumped on it to hit a double axe Handle when Alexa Bliss’ theme hit and Alexa brought the table to ringside and set it up and go to the apron but got kicked in the gut Becky would jump up but Natayla threw her to the apron next to Alexa and Natayla hit a double powerbomb through the table. Natayla then tossed Becky into the ring then Irish whipped Becky into the ladder no Becky whipped her instead. Becky would then roll out of the ring and dragged an Anvil out! Becky couldn’t lift it so she rolled into the ring and hit a springboard super kick to Natayla sending her out of the ring. Becky went for a powerslam but Natayla reversed by hitting a powerslam of her own onto the Anvil. Becky would stay on the Anvil. Natayla then grabbed a sledgehammer “time for some forging” Natayla would swing the hammer at Becky but Becky Rolled off it and luck she did because The Hammer head split in half and went flying. Becky and Natayla would run in the ring but Natayla hit a gut kick then hit a stalling suplex onto the ladder. Natayla would get on the Ladder but Becky Rolled off and swept her legs then she climbed to the top turnbuckle and hit a back leg drop causing her to injury her leg. But Becky would get up the get back on the ladder but Natayla kicked her injured knee and hit a running powerslam off the Ladder onto the mat. Becky would get to her hands and knees and Natayla hit curb stomp Natayla locked in a romeo special but Becky got her legs free and flipped onto the ladder and while still holding Natayla’s arms went for a hurricanranna but Natayla turned it into a last ride on the ladder then Natayla went to the top rope (not turnbuckle) and hit a Canadian destroyer on the Ladder followed by a sharpshooter on the Ladder after awhile Natayla would pull as much as she could then wrapped her arm around Becky’s neck Becky would scream “I QUIT” after a minute or two.

Winner:Natalya

Match 7

Context:”Bayley would dominate Raw since her championship win at Summerslam even seriously injuring one of her opponents in Allie, however fellow 4 horsewoman Sasha Banks was also a prominent figure as Divas Champion, after a failed attempt to take the Raw women’s championship Sasha was challenged by Bayley to a Royal Rumble match for both titles as Bayley was still angry from Sasha Attacking her once tag partner in the early episodes of the series, Did Bayley continue her reign through Sasha? Or did Sasha get another opportunity to lose in her first defence again?

Bayley(c) vs Sasha Banks(c) for the Raw women’s and divas championships at Royal Rumble S1.

The pair circled the ring until Bayley hit a running double axe handle Bayley would the Stand over Sasha and continually punched her in the face until Sasha Grabbed the ropes and used them to propel herself out of the ring to the floor. She’d Start getting up as Bayley Followed Bayley went for a butterfly Suplex but Sasha rolled through and whipped Bayley into the Apron by her hair. Sasha rolled Bayley back into the Ring and Climbed to the top rope no Bayley met her there and hit a back breaker onto the turnbuckle Bayley would pull her up “this is for Being a bitch in NXT” Bayley hit a chop “this is for ruining my championship run on Raw” bayley hit two chops “this is for Being in the spot like in Boss and hug” Bayley hit two chops “this is for betraying me” bayley hit a massive chop sending Sasha off her feet. But Bayley pulled her back up and trapped her in the ropes

“And this is Because You deserve worse” Bayley constantly hit chops until The Ref pulled her away. Sasha would hold her chest but would stare at Bayley and hit a roundhouse 1...2... kick out Sasha would then pull up Bayley for three amigos but Bayley would Knee her in the head and hit a ddt. 1...2.. kick out. Bayley would lock in a STF Sasha would crawl to the ropes but before she grabbed then Bayley pulled back Sasha determined would stretch out her fingers and middle finger just touched it but It was enough Bayley had to let go. Bayley then went for a German Suplex But Sasha blocked Bayley would go again but Sasha wrapped her legs around Bayley. Bayley would charge at the corner but Sasha stopped it then hit a modified deadly night shade 1...2.. kick out. Bayley would get up using the ropes and hit a back elbow when Sasha approached. Bayley then went to the middle turnbuckle but Sasha Dropkicked her over the ropes but Bayley held on but she was upside down Sasha went to the top turnbuckle and hit a double knees onto the apron although she did injure her knee but Bayley took most of the damage as her head bounced off the apron

Sasha would then hit a elevated swing neckbreaker off the apron restarting the count. Sasha would throw Bayley into the apron. Sasha rolled back in the ring and bounced off the ropes and hit a suicide dive causing both to go through the Spanish announce desk.

Sasha would toss bayley back in the ring 1...2... kick out Sasha would start crying. Bayley would sit up which was a mistake because Sasha hit a basement meteroa and went straight into the pin 1...2... kick out. Bayley would get up and the pair exchanged punches until Sasha hit a massive slap turning Bayley around. Sasha then hit a back stabbed into a bank Statement Bayley would nearly tap but while Sasha still held on Bayley stood up then hit a sidewalk backbreaker when Sasha got up Bayley hit a gut kick followed by a bayley Driver no Sasha pushed her into the ropes and on the rebound hit a code breaker. Sasha then went to the top turnbuckle but Bayley somehow met her there and went for a bayleycanrana but Sasha punched her causing her to land on the apron Sasha would catch her breath but Bayley would go back to Brooklyn as she hit an Avalanche reverse Frankensteiner but this time to the outside!

Bayley Rolled in the ring

Bayley knocked down the ref.

Sasha would then barely conscious rolled in the ring and Bayley hit a bayley to belly as the red got up 1...2... kick out. Bayley would then throw Sasha to the apron then she hit a elevated flat liner 1...2... kick out bayley shocked pinned again 1...2... kick out Bayley then climbed to the top Turnbuckle and hit a Bayley Elbow drop no Sasha dodged and locked in a Bank Statement Bayley would the scratch at Sasha’s eyes and rolled Sasha up 1...2...3!

[BC]Winner:Bayley

Match 6

Context:After Becky’s lost she was drafted to Raw however after Elimination Chamber she disguised herself and became smackdown women’s championship number one contender. Natayla angered by this continued her attacks, but Becky fought back and soon it was set, a Death match. Was Becky’s connection to Smackdown too strong for her to not win, or did Natayla find her element in brutality and perfected her technique in it?

Natayla (c) vs Becky Lynch in a death match at WM S1. For the Smackdown women’s championship.

Both rolled out and and Natayla grabbed 3 chairs, a ladder, table with barb wire, and a pane of Glass, and Becky Grabbed a barb wire kendo stick, and a bag with mysterious content and the put it in the ring. Natayla set up a chair near the corner and Becky leaned the table in the other corner. The pair would stare at each other then Becky went to toss Natayla into the table no Natayla tossed her into the chair. Becky would sit on it and Natayla went for a Dropkick but No Becky gave her a flying forearm. Becky then grabbed the kendo stick and whaled Natayla with it Until Natayla Rolled out. Natayla then grabbed a table from the apron and put it in the ring and looked for something as this happened Becky exposed the wood in the corner of the ring. Natayla then Rolled in the ring with a flammable liquid but Becky grabbed her and went for a bexplex into the exposed ply Natayla reversed by giving her some elbows then threw her into the table. Natayla then slammed Becky’s head into the barb wire until Becky started bleeding and Natayla hit a German 1. Kick out. Natayla then Pulled up Becky looking for a powerslam onto the chair and hit it. Natayla smiled then hit a running powerslam through the table. Natayla then Pulled her up and slammed her face into the chair and kept her face on it. Natayla then grabbed a other chair and hit Becky’s head with it. Becky Rolled out of the ring. Natayla would follow but Becky tosses her over the barricade. Becky then grabbed the top part of the chair and pushed it in the ring. Becky Rolled out to get the other part of the steps but Natayla hit a clothesline from behind. Natayla then hit a stalling suplex onto the steps. Natayla then put the bottom part of the steps in the ring and put the steps back together near the ply wood. Becky Rolled in the ring and hit a float over ddt. Becky then Pulled her up and whipped her into the steps no Natayla hit a STO into the steps. Natayla then Pulled Becky to the top of the steps then hit a scoop slam off it onto the ply. Natayla pinned putting her feet on the steps 1...2... kick out. Natayla then Suplexed Becky onto the steps no. Becky reversed onto a DDT onto the ply. Becky then grabbed the kendo again and went to attack Natayla with it Natayla kicked her drop. Natayla would lock in a camel clutch but held the kendo stick around Becky’s neck. Soon Becky Gave her Elbows causing Natayla to let go. Becky rested in the corner with her head on the turnbuckle. Natayla would hit Becky’s back with the kendo stick until it broke. Natayla then grabbed then glass but Becky went for a dis arm her but Natayla pushed her into the corner but Natayla hit an elbow and went to the middle turnbuckle but Becky smashed the glass over Natayla’s head. Becky then set up the table near Natayla and lit it on fire. Becky then went for a bexplex but Natayla reversed into a back body drop to the outside. Natayla then went to the outside to trying to whip the blood from her face. Natayla then tossed Becky into the ring and powerslamed Becky onto the broken Glass. Natayla then grabbed the bag and emptied it out. Tacs. Natayla then set up the ladder and grabbed Becky and carried her up the ladder. Natayla then climbed the other side of the ladder and hit a super falcon arrow through the flaming table. Natayla then dragged Becky onto the tacs and locked in a Sharpshooter. Becky would had blood all over her face and the ref checked and she was out.

Winner:Natayla

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Heels:

Jericho defeated Edge 10:34 with a codebreaker.

Triple H lost to Stephanie McMahon in 19:46 by Snu Snu, and just one vote.

Charlotte used Natural Selection to defeat the Freebirds in 3:19

Ric Flair defeated Jake “The Snake” Roberts in 59:48 with a flying crossbody from the top rope (and just one vote)

CM Punk played possum and caught “Macho Man” Randy Savage coming off the top rope for a one-vote win on a GTS at 23:21.

After blocking a quick RKO attempt, Mr. McMahon stunned Randy Orton at 3:17.

Ravishing Rick Rude had the sleeper on Iron Sheik for five minutes before Sheiky baby broke free and humbled the Ravishing one old country way at 21:04 (one vote difference).

While the referee wasn’t looking, “Rowdy” Roddy Piper bashed a coconut over Bobby “The Brain” Heenan’s coconut for a win at 18:12 (one vote difference).

Faces:

Sting defeated Ricky “The Dragon” Steamboat at 9:19 with a Scorpion Death Drop.

When Bruno Sammartino went for an early bear hug attempt, John Cena ducked it and hit the Attitude Adjustment for a win at 1:36.

Ultimate Warrior and Daniel Bryan went on the criss cross for a solid 90 seconds before the goat hit him with the running knee for the win at 1:41.

Despite several quick tags, Rey Mysterio hit the West Coast Pop on each of the Von Erichs for the win at 11:13.

Roman Reigns got the unanimous win over Shawn Michaels...or HB-Schizzle hit Sweet Chin Music at 12:51.

Mick Foley kicked out of the big boot and leg drop then reversed the Greco-Roman Knuckle Lock to the Mandible Claw for a one-vote win at 25:59.

Despite getting through his greatest hits, Bret Hart ran into the Bionic Elbow of Dusty Rhodes at 15:27.

The Rock thought he was cutting a joint promo with Stone Cold Steve Austin but got hit with the Stunner and 3-count at 12 seconds.

Gimmicks

Gangrel spit that red liquid into the face of Bray Wyatt, who gave him the Sister Abigail for the unanimous 6-second win.

After 8:37 of showboating and puffing his hair, Gorgeous George passed out from the sight of worms spewing out of the Boogeyman’s mouth.

Arrive. Tombstone. Leave with the hoes. Undertaker defeats Godfather in 5 seconds.

Stand back! That’s gotta be Kane! Despite an heroic effort, The Hurricane loses in 7:38.

Ricki Starr hit some fantastic ballet moves to avoid and counter, much to the crowd’s joy. However Val Venis was able to hit the Money Shot at 8:14

After a close battle, that saw Virgil take a Bexploder onto a table full of Olive Garden, “The Man” Becky Lynch countered “The Million Dollar Man” Ted DiBiase’s Million Dollar Dream with a Stunner for the 1-2-3 at 28:47.

Some thought this would go to a time limit draw, but after breaking up a Perfect Plex, Razor Ramon was able to hit the Razor’s Edge on Mr. Perfect for the win at 57:13.

Brother Love got in a few verbal jabs, but Goldust shattered the dreams of the red-faced one at 1:51.

WrestleManias

19 defeated 21 by one vote.

10 defeated 20 by one vote.

3 defeated 6 with 76.9% of the vote.

14 defeated 25 with 61.5% of the vote.

30 defeated 31 with 84.6% of the vote.

17 defeated 28 with 61.5% of the vote.

26 defeated 5 with 61.5% of the vote.

18 defeated 24 with 61.5% of the vote.

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What-If Verne Gagne Made Hulk Hogan Champion?

The Era of The Territories died before I was born. There’s pros and cons to their execution. Up until Vince McMahon gobbled up the industry like Pac-Man devouring dots there were multiple regional territories with their own established stars. The Carolinas has Ric Flair. Tennessee has Jerry “The King” Lawler. Texas featured the Von Erichs. They would run their respective territories, sometimes wander beyond and do inter-promotional programs typically ending in disqualifications to save face. Back in those days, before television really changed the landscape, promoters could getaway with jerking around their fans with constant indecisive finishes. Chances are the people who paid the ticket price to see the action were the only ones who are ever going to see it.

Ever heard of “The Dusty Finish,” well get a load of what Verne Gagne of the American Wrestling Association put his customers through in the early eighties. Gift wrapped Hulk Hogan after Vince Sr canned the star for appearing in the film “Rocky III” Verne took the young Hogan under his wing teaching him almost all of what would make him the monolith he’d become. Gagne told Hogan to not drop down after one drop kick. Telling him it should take three or more to take him off his legs. Gagne molded Hogan into a monster in the ring. Initially, Hulk was supposed to be a featured heel like during his days in the WWF. But his charisma compounded by his cameo in “Rocky III” endeared him to fans of the Minneapolis based wrestling promotion. And in a few short months Hogan found himself in the title picture feuding with the long toothed, well read heel Nick Bockwinkel.

Bockwinkel had entered his fifties earlier in the 1980s, but you couldn’t have guessed his age if you only watched him in the ring. He always kept himself in tip-top shape, didn’t party all night like Ric Flair. He was a clean cut, midwestern man who Verne still entrusted to safeguard his companies most prized possession even late into his career. Bockwinkel before Hogan and after had great matches I highly recommend you check out. Preferably his one-hour marathon against a young, babyface, Curt Hennig. Yeah. Mr. Perfect was once in the AWA. So was “Mean Gene” Okerlund. Bobby “The Brain” Heenan. Scott Hall. Wendi Richter. Jesse Venture. All would become heavily featured players in the WWF/WCW when NWA fizzled.

Though Hogan was the star, and his current champ Bockwinkel was nearing fifty, Verne was hesitant - and later would outright say he didn’t see the 29-year-old as championship material or a prop he didn’t even need. Either Verne is lying or he poorly read the changing wrestling with the invention of television. The era of the babyface chasing the dastardly heel forever and ever was over. Promoters needed to shift towards more decisive finishes and book accordingly or face the same consequences Verne swallowed which squashed his once flourishing company. It’s quite the tragedy too. Verne knew his wrestling and could spot talent. Same could be said about Dusty Rhodes. At the end of the day what carries you over in a wrestling war isn’t talent, but business-savvy.

In his better days, McMahon knew sometimes it was better to go with what the fans wanted rather than persist with what he thought was right. He pulled the shoot on The Ultimate Warrior, ultimately giving way to the rise of Bret Hart, and Shawn Michaels. He later would do the same in the late-90s with “Stone Cold” Steve Austin. Neither were Vince’s cup of tea in what he perceived as championship material, but what mattered to him most was the all mighty dollar. But old Verne wasn’t as flexible and never really was. Come April 1983 he knew the long-standing Hogan/Bockwinkel had run its course and it was time to bestow the honor of champion to the younger star. Problem was, Verne couldn’t see beyond Hulk was a power wrestler, not too big on finesse and mat-style which was the makeup of the AWA. There’s also elements in this story that make Verne come off as a shitty, grubby businessman, and a downright creep. First, he demanded the bulk of Hogan’s merchandising sales (Hogan was printing his “Hulkamania” shirts and selling them outside of a trunk during House Shows) and his money he made wrestling for Japan; even though Verne had nothing to do with that promotion.

Actually, there might be some logic in Verne wanting a substantial cut in the money Hogan made overseas. See, he wrestled for a promotion called New Japan Pro-Wrestling. Verne had a partnership with a man named Shohei Baba — he would wrestle under the synonym “Giant Baba.” Baba worked as a promoter of All Japan Pro-Wrestling. The chief competitor of NJPW. Verne probably figured if he could squeeze Hogan for his NJPW paycheck he’d kick it to Giant Baba and subsequently AJPW and undercut the other promotion in the process.

The logic in Verne wanting the money though is nonexistent. Like McMahon when The Rock left the WWF to takeover Hollywood, he saw it fit to demand a chunk of his talent’s paycheck. Why? Because Vince McMahon made The Rock. Everyone knows that! Except he didn’t. The Rock made The Rock. In the wrestling world it doesn’t matter whether the boss acknowledged your existence before you made it big. All that mattered was he signed you to your deal and deserves the credit for those long hours you put in to climbing the ladder. Forget the fact that if it were up to Vince The Rock would have never turned heel, join The Nation of Domination and save his fledgling career.

I guess Verne can feel a little more secure in his belief he made Hogan into what he became. After all, he did instill the in-ring tactics that would carry him to superstardom. Regardless, the money Hogan made working NJPW was his, and it wasn’t like the AWA wasn’t doing gangbusters at House Shows and well in the black thanks to him.

The creepy aspect of this story was Verne was trying to set Hogan up with his daughter. Why? Well, he viewed the AWA as a family business and for whatever reason he didn’t trust his son, Greg, to succeed him so to keep the promotion in the family he wanted his champion to marry into it. You don’t believe me? In 1988 Larry Zbyszko marries Verne’s daughter. In February of ‘89 he wins the vacant AWA title in a Battle Royal.

It’s dysfunction like this is how you get an atmosphere like the one in the St. Paul Civic Center, the crowd absolutely becomes unglued as “Eye of the Tiger” roars through the speakers as the beach blonde haired heroine marches down the isle filled with purpose. He wears a black shirt that says “We Want The Belt” and on the back “Now Or Never.” You don’t get more prophetic than that last statement. Now or Never, Verne, and he chose Never. Hogan didn’t win the strap that night in St. Paul, and would soon leave the AWA. While the promotion enjoyed a few successful years before going defunct in 1991, you can trace their fall to “Super Clash” nine-years before.

So what-if Verne wasn’t a character out of a Leon Trotsky Socialist manifesto novel? What-if he just let Hogan keep his money and gave him the belt? Would the AWA still be around today? Hard to say, but I’m going to veer on the side of no. Hogan parading around with the AWA strap isn’t going to deter Vince from courting Hogan. We’re talking about the man who tried to convince Harley Race to no-show Starrcade ‘83 and take the NWA belt to his promotion.

One of the few ways Verne and the territories could have kept the bad wolf of New York from their doors was if they handed together to take him on. But nobody took the threat seriously until it was too late to sufficiently combat it. Another scenario is Ted Turner up and buys AWA with the NWA to form WCW. Having Turner on the wrestling scene against Vince was like Godzilla vs Mothra. WCW only started turning rotten when the Time Warner/AOL merger pushed Turner out of an influential role with the company. A more feasible scenario is Verne and Greg simply accept Vince’s offer he made at the St. Paul airport before turning around and exclaiming “I don’t negotiate”. But, if they did merge with the WWF the fate of the AWA is probably similar to Stu Hart and his Stampede Wrestling promotion. Their talent pool would be severely depleted and the promotion transforming from something that is on par — if not superior to the WWF to nothing more than a minor league farm system for New York to routinely pluck talent from.

If Hulk Hogan of all people suddenly become the most loyal person in the business and remained a stalwart of the AWA he arguably has a greater cast of heels to run through than he did in his first run as champion in the WWF. Stan Hansen, Leon White (A.K.A Vader), Larry Zbyszko, Curt Hennig, Jerry Lawler. While it’s highly questionable whether Hansen and Lawler would be willing to job to Hogan because of their value to other promotions, their feuds still print money at the gates and perhaps fans are just so happy to see Hogan as champion they don’t mind the constant string of D.Q finishes.

What does McMahon do? Rumor was his second choice was Paul Orndorff. A very good, if not great heel wrestler that is commonly forgotten due to the fact he jobbed to Hogan throughout the eighties. But Vince is more creative than that. He had to have an ace up his sleeve of Hogan alluded his grasps. Ric Flair? The Von Erichs? Maybe he pulls the trigger and makes Roddy Piper or Ricky Steamboat champion? Steamboat was only 31 by the time Iron Sheik beat Bob Backlund for the belt to set the table for Hogan. But Vince didn’t like skinny, short guys as his main champion. It’s why you see wrestlers like Daniel Bryan constantly marginalized despite showing time after time he can main event.

The AWA gave the wrestling world countless stars that would make this article too long if I were to list them all. But, like most promoters in the territory era, Verne had a limited grasp on how to maximize his profits and couldn’t see behind his own biases and greed.

#AWA #Wrestling #Hulk Hogan #Nick Bockwinkel #Verne Gagne #Vince McMahon #WWF #WWE #NWA #1980s #Minnesota #St.Paul #AWA Super Sunday #what if #alternate universe #free coinage of silver

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Nitromare: We Got Some Hot Action in the Ring Tonight

The date: Monday, November 15, 1999

The place: Little Rock, Arkansas, the Alltel Arena

The occasion: One month into the Russo-Ferrara tenure at WCW and “one fo the most important nights of 1999,” according to Tony Schiavone

H/t to Mark for the screen caps

We open up with an actual wrestling match. Or, I guess, an approximation of a wrestling match. Norman Smiley comes out in full football pads. Jimmy Hart comes out in a Renaissance Faire suit of armor. I never understood why they call medieval cosplay events Renaissance fairs. Different time periods, folks.

This is a terrible travesty, and Brian Knobbs comes out to hit Smiley in the head with an unprotected chair shot. The 1990s, ladies and gentlemen. The crowd is hot, at least. They are cheering Norman and booing Hart and Knobbs. I tell you what, Knobbs had a transcendentally cascading mullet deep into the 1990s. Good for him. Norman gets the pin in 4:46 after one of the worst table spots I have ever seen in my life.

“There’s more competition here than you’ll see in the World Series or the Super Bowl,” Bobby Heenan says. That seems preposterous, but the ‘99 Series saw the Yankees sweep the Braves, and the Super Bowl was a lackluster win for the Broncos. So ... maybe? Maybe Brain is correct?

We get recap and a backstage skit where some of the Nitro Girls scuffle. Russo was really eager to make the Nitro Girls into wrestlers.

The Outsiders come out. This is the episode where Nash has a horrific makeup job to make him look like Sid Vicious, which has attained a degree of immortality in wrestling social media circles where people post out-of-context screen captures. In fairness, it’s a pretty uncanny likeness: Big Kev looks like a “Spitting Image” puppet version of Sid.

Sid comes out to a big pop. Ah, this is the one where he says “You are only half the man I am, and I have half the brain you do.” This is kind of a classic episode for devotees of Sid’s unintentional comedy.

Backstage with Russo, who still hasn’t appeared on camera, berating Kim Page and telling her that she has to wrestle Asya. Russo is mad because Kim doesn’t want to be a Nitro Girl anymore. This is ironic, as Russo didn’t want the Nitro Girls to be Nitro Girls anymore.

Booker T comes out for a handicap match against Creative Control, the latest identity for Ron and Don Harris. I believe they were “Skull” and ... “8Ball” (?) in the WWE during the Gang Wars period. Here they are guys in suits enforcing the will of Russo. The crowd is still really hot. They love Booker T. The Harris Twins win clean (well, as clean as you can get in a handicap match) and the crowd is livid. Then the lights go out and the mysterious woman from last week is in the ring. She and Booker T go to town on the Harrises. WCW really wanted their own Chyna, boy.

Backstage with the Harris Twins being berated by Vince, who brings up their unsuccessful WWF gimmicks, namechecks Dutch Mantell and scoffs, “Yeah, remember DOA? That was really over.” If there was one thing WCW’s still-huge TV audience couldn’t get enough of, it was INSIDER MINUTIAE.

Evan Karagias comes out to wrestle your older cousin who never seems to hold a job for more than a couple of weeks. Approximately: a normal-ass guy in jeans and a tank top. This is Johnny Boone, the WCW referee that Karagias scrapped with last week. The commentary team does a bad job of explaining this. Madusa interferes, hypnotizing Johnny Boone with her womanly wiles, and Karagias gets the roll-up win in 2:50.

We cut to Dr. Death Steve Williams coming into the building with “Oklahoma,” one of the worst ideas of the Russo era. This was Ed Ferrara doing an impression of Jim Ross that included mocking Ross’ Bell’s palsy.

We have a five-way Piñata on a Pole match between El Dandy, Juventud Guerrero, Psicosis, Silver King, and Villano V. Most of the match is devoted to Ferrera’s shitty Jim Ross impression. Steve Williams looks like he would rather be getting a root canal. The average “BAH GAWD HE’S BROKEN IN HALF” YouTube parody clip is a better JR impression than Ferrara, who was last heard from teaching creative writing at the for-profit, accreditation-challenged money pit known as Full Sail University.

The match ends in a no-contest when Dr. Death runs in and beats up all the luchadors. It sucks. Everything about this sucks.

Goldberg vs. Curt Hennig with a needlessly complicated stipulation that involves Hennig’s career. It’s a good nasty brawl that starts in the back before the bell rings. Hennig could still perform at a high level even in this shitshow. He taps out to what might charitably be called a figure four in 4:23. Goldberg celebrates his victory by spearing and jackhammering Hennig, who has not lost his WCW contract despite losing the match, because he tapped out rather than getting pinned. Or something.

The Misfits come down with Vampiro, for a match against Berlyn. Or maybe it’s a handicap match? Or a tag match? Berlyn and the Wall (hur hur) are wrestling four guys, although three of them are the Misfits. One of the Misfits who is not Jerry Only (Doyle?) takes a chokeslam from the wall, and lands on his neck rather than his back. That looks extremely painful.

The Wall and Berlyn have the match won, but start fighting amongst themselves instead of getting the pin. Maybe one was from East Germany and one from West Germany. At any rate, after some arguing, the Wall gets the pin on Vampiro, who then gets whipped by a chain-wielding Berlyn.

For some reason, Torrie Wilson is being forced to referee a match by a still-unseen Vince Russo. She has to wear a bikini while doing it, because of course she does. She protests. “Have a cream soda!” Russo says, for some reason. Then he dismisses her by saying “Go on, hit the skids,” probably meaning “hit the bricks,” but “hit the skids” was certainly a fair summation of Nitro’s trajectory under Vince Russo.

Sid Vicious and Rick Steiner are wrestling. It immediately turns into a brawl through the crowd, which the crowd loves. Someone in the audience has a sign that says “Big Johnson, Inc.” This is all Sid, because Rick Steiner had pretty much had it by this point in his career. Sid powerbombs Steiner through the wooden stage, which is pretty great.

“The Millennium is upon us,” Sid tells Tenay backstage.

We’re backstage and the Barbarian and Gerry Flynn (Gary Flynn?) are having an “MMA-style fight” for some reason. There’s no explanation for any of this. “This is WCW’s version of a fight club,” Tony Schiavone says. Tony: the entire wrestling promotion is a fight club.

If this had been a real fight, Barbarian would have killed this guy, whoever he is. Barbarian is one of the famously legitimate tough guys in wrestling history.

I don’t know why this exists on this program. It ends.

Asya and Kim Page are going to have what a fan’s sign describes as a “cat fight,” with a bikini-clad Torrie Wilson officiating. “Oh Lordy!” Tony shouts. She’s not good at being a referee, because she gets into a (JOEY STYLES VOICE) catfight!!!! with Asya. Then the Filthy Animals come out and take Torrie away. Kim puts a sleeper hold on Asya, although there is now no referee, sexxxy or otherwise.

One thing this terrible exercise in self-hatred has taught me: I really like Kim Page.

David Flair comes out with a ref shirt and a crowbar. Kim Page runs away. Asya beats the shit out of Flair, dropping the elbow onto his crotch. “Right in the Man Department!” Heenan says, and I laugh out loud.

Flair turns it around and starts beating on Asya. The Revolution comes out and saves her. A match that started out as Asya vs. Kim Page ends as Dean Malenko vs. David Flair.

Now we have Scott Hall vs. Chris Benoit, another match in the never-ending heavyweight title tournament. “How Bout Those Hogs,” a sign in the crowd asks.

Hall comes out with Nash. Benoit comes out with Bret Hart, because Canadians stick together. Benoit was a Stu Hart guy too, if I recall correctly.

This could be a decent match. Hall still had gas left in the tank at this point, and Benoit was on the road to becoming arguably the best in the world.

It starts well, with both guys trying to take the measure of the other, eventually settling into an exchange of truly brutal chops. Hall gets the upper hand with the help of Nash. Hart is not doing much to help Benoit beyond pointing sternly at Nash.

“Marry Me Julie!” a sign in the crowd pleads. Julie: think hard about this.

Benoit rallies and knocks Hall out of the ring. Nash begins beating on Benoit as referee Nick Patrick looks on. For some reason this is not grounds for a disqualification. Bret Hart walks over and is very cross indeed, but doesn’t do anything. In the ring, Sid runs in and powerbombs Hall. Benoit gets back in the ring and hits his diving headbutt, then gets the win via submission. The whole thing takes 9:38. It’s OK.

Another match in the longest title tournament in history, because this will never end. Ever. This time it’s Bret Hart vs. Billy Kidman, and Rey is joining Tony and Brain on commentary. It’s pretty good, but before long Scott Hall and Kevin Nash walk out and start brawling with Konnan and Eddie Guerrero. For some reason. Kidman taps to the Sharpshooter in 3:46.

How is it possible that there are still matches left in this tournament? It evidently is, because we have another one: Buff Bagwell vs. Jeff Jarrett. Tony starts calling Jeff “The fair-haired child of ...” and then there’s like 10 seconds of silence, probably with Tony trying to remember if he’s allowed to mention Jerry Jarrett’s name on TV. He plays it safe and says, “... of the Powers That Be.”

The match gets off to a good start, and then the Harris twins come down to the ring. They interfere, but the referee doesn’t see it because he’s ... tying his shoe. Jarrett gets the win, and then he and the Harris boys beat on Bagwell. Dustin Rhodes runs in to make the save. The crowd loves it. An old-school babyface tag team of Dustin Rhodes and Bagwell probably would have been really popular, but why would you do something that people would want to see?

Backstage, Bill Goldberg slams his head against a Surge soda pop vending machine, and a can of Surge pops out. There is nothing more Late Nineties than this moment.

We’re getting a cage match now, pitting Malenko and Perry Saturn of the Revolution vs. Konnan and Eddie of the Filthy Animals. This isn’t the main event, meaning they set up and broke down the cage during the show.

Shane Douglas joins the commentary team. “You’re like every other mark on the Internet who thinks they can call this better than me,” Tony says. This sucks so bad.

Eddie gets handcuffed to the cage while Konnan brawls with Malenko and Saturn. “Eddie’s trapped like a bug in a rug!” Douglas says, apparently not understanding that turn of phrase.

Saturn and Malenko now handcuff Konnan to the cage, and we have a sexxxy bondage match. Douglas enters the ring and the referee calls for the bell at 2:57. They set up a steel cage for a match that didn't even last three minutes.

Luger and Liz come down to the ring for, I think, ANOTHER match in the Tournament That Cannot And Will Not End. It’s against Stinger. Luger tried to trick Sting into eating brownies loaded with laxatives before the match, because eating a plate of baked goods is absolutely part of Sting’s pre-match training regimen. Instead, Hacksaw Jim Duggan, trapped in some version of hell, intercepted the brownies and ate them. I hate that I am even typing these sentences.

Sting just starts beating the shit out of Luger, and the crowd loves it. This reminds me that there really was a WCW audience that just stopped following wrestling after 2001, instead of jumping to WWE or picking up on TNA. Sometimes that happens. America used to be full of boxing fans.

“These two men have been friends ever since they came into this sport together,” Tony says, then quickly corrects himself: “I mean, into this business together.” Did Russo ban mentions of wrestling as a sport?

The match is good until it Russofies:

Ref bump - Liz maces Sting - Lex puts Sting in the torture rack - Meng runs in and starts killing Luger - Liz maces Meng - mace means nothing to Meng - Meng puts Sting on top of Luger - ref counts the pin

Backstage, we’re in a toilet stall with Jim Duggan, feeling the effects of the laxatives. Why was I permitted to do this. To do any of this.

Finally, mercifully, it’s time for the main event: a streetfight between Sid and Nash. They start brawling outside the ring even before the bell.

“This is going to be the best pay-per-view in the history of pay-per-views,” Heenan says of the upcoming Mayhem 1999, which, as it would turn out, was not quite that good.

Back when I did a wrestling podcast, one of our running gags was that we were perpetually in search of a good Kevin Nash match. This is not that match. A lot of sluggish brawling around the ring, occasionally in the ring. I think a double axe handle is the only “move” in the first five minutes, apart from punches and knees.

“These two can go all night,” Brain says, perhaps while watching a VHS tape showing a Kawada-Misawa match instead of this.

There can’t be a single match without a run-in, and this time it’s Hall. He and Nash team up and start beating on Sid. It’s legal, because this is a streetfight. Then Goldberg runs in, but that is not legal for some reason. Maybe this is an anti-Semitic street where the fight is happening. The ref calls for the bell. There’s a disqualification. Sid now gives Goldberg a low blow and starts beating on him, and Bret Hart runs out to make the save.

This was completely bad.

#Nitromare #WCW #1990s wrestling #show reviews

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tagged by mah boy @iqwrestler

1st RULE: tag 9 people 2nd RULE: bold the statements that are true

APPERANCE I am 5'7" or taller I am dark skinned I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blonde hair I have short hair my abs are at least somewhat defined I have or had braces I have small feet

PERSONALITY I love meeting new people people tell me that I’m funny helping others with their problems is a big priority for me I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I’m playfully rude with people I know well I started saying something ironically and now I cant stop saying it there is something I would change about my personality I’m mentally stable

ABILITY I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I’m a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I’m good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least 2 people in arm wrestling I know how to cook three meals from scratch I know how to throw a proper punch I can sleep 8 hours uninterrupted

HOBBIES I enjoy reading I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learnt a new song in the past week I work out at least once a week I binge watch series regularly I’ve gone for runs at least once a week in the warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing fandoms are my #1 passion I do or have done martial arts

EXPERIENCES I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored the winning goal in a sports game I have been rejected or rejected someone who was interested in me I have watched an entire season of a tv show in one sitting I have been to an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have had my heart broken I have been to one of my favourite bands concerts

RELATIONSHIPS I’m in a relationship I have a crush on someone I know I have a crush on a celebrity I have been in at least three relationships I have never been in a relationship I have asked someone out or admitted feelings to them I get crushes easily I have had a crush on someone for over a year I have been in a relationship for at least a year I have had feelings for a friend I have never loved someone

MY LIFE I have at least one person I consider a best friend I live close to my school my parents are still together I live in the USA I have lost someone special I suffer/have suffered from mental illness there is snow right now where I live I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I have at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RAMDOM SHIT I have breakdanced I know a person named Jaime I have had a teacher with a last name that’s hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I’m listening to a song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I wax/shave my body hair I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do with my life I speak at least two languages I have made a friend in the past year

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We continue unveiling the voting results on our march toward naming the Greatest WWE Match Ever, as voted on by 36 members of Place to be Nation. If you missed part one, you can see the results here. Part two takes us from match #518 to #470. (Editor’s note: One match was counted twice, so the previous results should all be one spot higher. For example, D-X vs. Legacy was actually #519 not #520, and this round of results starts at #518. This error has been corrected in this version.)

518. Money in the Bank Ladder Match

Date: 4/2/06

Event: WrestleMania 22

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 88

High: 88

Low: 88

High Voter: Scott Criscuolo

517. Steiner Brothers vs. Headshrinkers

Date: 4/4/93

Event: WrestleMania IX

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 88

High: 88

Low: 88

High Voter: Kevin Pittack

516. British Bulldogs vs Dream Team – Two Out of Three Falls

Date: 10/4/86

Event: Saturday Night’s Main Event

# of Ballots: 2

Avg. Rating: 94.5

High: 89

Low: 100

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

515. The Rockers vs Powers of Pain

Date: 1/15/90

Event: MSG Network Madison Square Garden House Show

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

514. Rob Van Dam vs. Eddie Guerrero – WWF Intercontinental Title Match

Date: 4/21/02

Event: Backlash 2002

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: Trust Issues

513. Shane McMahon vs. Steve Blackman – WWF Hardcore Title Match

Date: 8/27/00

Event: SummerSlam 2000

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: Greg Diener

512. Undertaker vs. Mankind – Buried Alive Match

Date: 10/20/96

Event: IYH: Buried Alive 1996

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: ROBERT SILVA

511. Bruno Sammartino vs. Larry Zbyszko

Date: 2/2/80

Event: WWF Championship Wrestling

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: TheBestThereNeverWillBe

510. Ronda Rousey vs Sasha Banks

Date: 1/27/19

Event: Royal Rumble 2019

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 87

High: 87

Low: 87

High Voter: Steven Graham

509. Ricky Steamboat vs Jake Roberts

Date: 5/3/86

Event: Saturday Night’s Main Event

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 86

High: 86

Low: 86

High Voter: TheBestThereNeverWillBe

508. Seth Rollins vs. Finn Balor – Universal Title Match

Date: 8/21/16

Event: SummerSlam 2016

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 86

High: 86

Low: 86

High Voter: Brian Scala

507. Mickie James vs. Melina – WWE Women’s Title Match

Date: 4/29/07

Event: Backlash 2007

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: Stacey O’Loughlin

506. Dean Malenko vs Scotty Too Hotty – Light-Heavyweight Title

Date: 4/30/00

Event: Backlash 2000

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: Michael Schoen

505. Asuka vs. Nikki Cross – NXT Women’s Title Last Woman Standing Match

Date: 7/13/17

Event: NXT

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: James Proffitt

504. Rhyno vs. Raven – WWF Hardcore Title Match

Date: 4/29/01

Event: Backlash 2001

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: Jeff V

503. Steiner Brothers vs. The Quebecers – WWF Tag Team Title Province de Quebec Rules Match

Date: 9/13/93

Event: Monday Night Raw

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: Michael DeDamos

502. Tito Santana vs. Greg Valentine

Date:12/17/88

Event: Z Channel Los Angeles Sports Arena House Show

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 85

High: 85

Low: 85

High Voter: Kevin Pittack

501. Tommaso Ciampa vs. Aleister Black – NXT Title Match

Date: 1/26/19

Event: NXT: Takeover Phoenix

# of Ballots: 2

Avg. Rating: 93

High: 93

Low: 93

High Voter: Tim Capel, Jacob Williams

500. Jazz vs Trish Stratus vs Victoria – Women’s Title Match

Date: 3/30/03

Event: Wrestlemania XIX

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 84

High: 84

Low: 84

High Voter: TheBestThereNeverWillBe

499. Tito Santana vs Mr. Perfect – Intercontinental Title Match

Date: 7/28/90

Event: Saturday Night’s Main Event

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 84

High: 84

Low: 84

High Voter: ROBERT SILVA

498. Demolition vs Hart Foundation

Date: 8/29/88

Event: SummerSlam 1988

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 84

High: 84

Low: 84

High Voter: Steven Graham

497. Shawn Michaels vs. Undertaker – WWF Title Casket Match

Date: 1/18/98

Event: Royal Rumble 1998

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 84

High: 84

Low: 84

High Voter: Brian Scala

496. DIY vs. AOP – NXT Tag Team Title Ladder Match

Date: 5/20/17

Event: NXT Takeover: Chicago

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 83

High: 83

Low: 83

High Voter: Jeff

495. John Morrison vs Sheamus – Ladder Match

Date: 12/19/10

Event: TLC 2010

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 83

High: 83

Low: 83

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

494. Randy Savage & Mr. Perfect vs. Ric Flair & Razor Ramon

Date: 11/25/92

Event: Survivor Series 1992

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 83

High: 83

Low: 83

High Voter: Dennis Nunez

493. Rick Martel vs Haku

Date: 8/87

Event: Madison Square Garden House Show

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 83

High: 83

Low: 83

High Voter: ROBERT SILVA

492. Seth Rollins vs. John Cena – United States & WWE Title Match

Date: 8/23/15

Event: SummerSlam 2015

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 83

High: 83

Low: 83

High Voter: Brian Scala

491. Sheamus vs Wade Barrett

Date: 5/29/13

Event: Main Event

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 82

High: 82

Low: 82

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

490. Mr Kennedy vs. Edge vs. CM Punk vs. King Booker vs. Jeff Hardy vs. Matt Hardy vs. Finlay vs. Randy Orton – Money in the Bank Ladder Match

Date: 4/1/07

Event: WrestleMania 23

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 82

High: 82

Low: 82

High Voter: TheBestThereNeverWillBe

489. Michelle McCool vs. Melina – WWE Women’s Title Match

Date: 7/26/09

Event: Night of Champions 2009

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 82

High: 82

Low: 82

High Voter: Stacey O’Loughlin

488. CM Punk vs. Mark Henry – WWE Title Match

Date: 4/2/12

Event: Monday Night Raw

# of Ballots: 2

Avg. Rating: 91.5

High: 90

Low: 93

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

487. Dolph Ziggler vs Luke Harper – Intercontinental Title Ladder Match

Date: 12/1/14

Event: TLC 2014

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 81

High: 81

Low: 81

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

486. Adam Cole vs Pete Dunne – NXT Title Match

Date: 11/24/19

Event: Survivor Series 2019

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 81

High: 81

Low: 81

High Voter: Rory McNamara

485. Nikolai Volkoff & Iron Sheik vs. Mike Rotundo & Barry Windham – WWF Tag Team Title Match

Date: 3/31/84

Event: WrestleMania

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 81

High: 81

Low: 81

High Voter: TheBestThereNeverWillBe

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Date: 1/22/19

Event: SmackDown

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 80

High: 80

Low: 80

High Voter: Trent Williams

483. Brock Lesnar vs Seth Rollins – WWE Universal Title

Date: 8/11/19

Event: Summerslam 2019

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 80

High: 80

Low: 80

High Voter: Andu

482. Hulk Hogan vs. Shawn Michaels

Date: 8/21/05

Event: SummerSlam 2005

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 80

High: 80

Low: 80

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481. Brock Lesnar vs. Kurt Angle vs. Big Show – WWE Title Match

Date: 7/27/03

Event: Vengeance 2003

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 80

High: 80

Low: 80

High Voter: Scott Criscuolo

480. Bret Hart vs Dynamite Kid

Date: 10/8/85

Event: Prime Time Wrestling

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 79

High: 79

Low: 79

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479. Batista vs. John Cena

Date: 8/17/08

Event: SummerSlam 2008

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 79

High: 79

Low: 79

High Voter: Martin Boulevard

478. Randy Savage vs. Jake Roberts

Date: 11/29/86

Event: Saturday Night’s Main Event

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 79

High: 79

Low: 79

High Voter: ROBERT SILVA

477. Ronnie Garvin vs. Greg Valentine

Date: 12/30/89

Event: MSG Network Madison Square Garden House Show

# of Ballots: 2

Avg. Rating: 90

High: 84

Low: 96

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476. Randy Savage vs Ricky Steamboat- Intercontinental Championship Match

Date: 11/1/86

Event: Boston House Show

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 78

High: 78

Low: 78

High Voter: ROBERT SILVA

475. Neville vs. Tyson Kidd vs. Sami Zayn vs. Tyler Breeze – NXT Title Match

Date: 9/11/14

Event: NXT TakeOver: Fatal 4-Way

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 77

High: 77

Low: 77

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474. D-Lo Brown vs. X-Pac – European Title Match

Date: 10/18/98

Event: IYH: Judgement Day 1998

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Avg. Rating: 77

High: 77

Low: 77

High Voter: Kevin Pittack

473. Hulk Hogan vs. Randy Savage – WWF Title Lumberjack Match

Date: 2/17/86

Event: MSG Network Madison Square Garden House Show

# of Ballots: 1

Avg. Rating: 77

High: 77

Low: 77

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472. Shawn Michaels vs Batista

Date: 4/27/08

Event: Backlash 2008

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Avg. Rating: 76

High: 76

Low: 76

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Date: 8/8/02

Event: Smackdown

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Avg. Rating: 76

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Low: 76

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Event: Extreme Rules 2010

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Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Billy Gunn, Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader- “Hot White Cum”

You've been a naughty girl in December of 1997.

Actually, you've been a naughty girl all throughout 1997.

But you're a grown up now who doesn't believe in Santa Claus.

One evening in December of 1997, around the time D Generation X had that iconic strip poker game in the ring, you were sitting on Shawn Michaels' lap, where he was sitting in on a little wooden bench in a locker room.

He wasn't the only one with you, Triple H, Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy were with you too.

Triple H looked the way he did circa November and December 1997, no hair ties in his hair, he let his hair hang long and loose, just the way you perfectly like him.

Billy didn’t even have his hair in one of those cute Madonna in 1984 bows tied in his hair, though you don’t mind the cute Madonna bows.

Shawn had his hair hanging long and loose, nothing tying it back, just the way you like him.

You were "sitting" on Shawn's lap, your back was in front of his torso, and the reason I put "sitting" in quotation marks is because you were really bouncing and riding up and down's Shawn's cock, his shaft sliding in and out of your pussy.

Shawn also lifted crotch area a few inches off of the bench, helping thrust himself in and out of your pussy.

That's not all, Triple H was standing right in front of you, his erection was inside of your mouth, whereas your face and head was bobbing up and down his shaft, sucking on his cock, your lips wrapped and circulated around his shaft.

Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy, meanwhile, were standing right next to Triple H, Billy on the left side, and Jeff on the right side, and their erections were pointing right in front of your face.

Your fingers were wrapped around Billy and Jeff's shafts, their erections locked in the grip of your fists, where you cranked your hands up and down their cocks, trying to make their dicks cum.

And you were successfully making their dicks cum, some of their precum was shooting out of their cocks and on your face.

While you were masturbating Billy and Jeff, your eyes were closed courtesy of someone else's cock sliding inside your pussy hole, and that's a good thing.

That way, you won't get cum in your eyes, it stings like hell when that happens.

Plus, maybe you won't have to see the funny facial expressions Triple H, Billy and Jeff are pulling while you're busy pleasuring their cocks.

Some of their precum was also spilling down their shafts, which made them slipperier for your hands to move up and down them.

You want their precum to get on your face and not down their shafts, although, hopefully it won't get in your eyes.

And speaking of precum, Triple H's precum was spilling out of the slit of his penis head, and you could taste the precum on your tongue, some of it dripping down your throat.

Of course you swallowed the precum coming out of Trips' cock.

While you were bouncing up and down Shawn's cock, his hands were squeezing and caressing your tits, sometimes his fingers even twisted and tweaked your nipples, which felt so good.

So good, you moaned while having Triple H's cock in your mouth, your breath was fogging on his shaft.

Not only did you sucking Triple H's cock feel so good for him, your breath on his shaft felt good too.

'Tis a shame that Davey Boy Smith, Rob Van Dam and even Bret Hart aren't here, Rob's back in ECW and Davey and Bret have joined WCW.

They could probably join in and jerk off on your face or tits, and speaking of tits, maybe they could even suck your tits as well.

But...Bret doesn't get along with Shawn Michaels and he's still salty over the Montreal Screwjob and Davey is salty over both the Montreal Screwjob and Shawn Michaels refusing to put Davey over during a match in England he wanted to dedicate to his dying sister.

Besides, Bret doesn't really like you and thinks you're a whore.

While you're jerking their cocks off, you can feel how hard Triple H's cock is in your mouth and how hard Billy and Jeff's shafts are in your hands.

Their dicks aren't flaccid, limp and even squishy, you can tell that blood is filling their cocks up.

Billy, Triple H and Jeff tried to keep their heads straight and not lean them back, their face looking down at you.

"Just suck my cock, baby" Triple H ordered, his voice husky and warm, putting his fingertips, specifically the pads of his fingertips, below your chin.

"Jerk me off" Billy purred at you, his voice the same tone as Triple H's, sounding husky and warm.

Billy also put the pads of his fingers to your chin, touching your chin.

Jeff saw what Billy and Triple H were doing, and he, too, moved his hand to your chin, putting the pads of his fingertips on your chin.

This probably isn't a good idea considering you're busy gulping and swallowing down cum and their fingers are touching your chin.

You can also hear the moans that are coming out of all of these men over how good this feels for them.

While you're masturbating Billy and Jeff, Billy's head was leaning back, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open.

You're also glad your eyes are closed, that way you won't have to see the facial expressions of these men standing in front of you.

Meanwhile, some other wrestlers in the locker room are looking at you and this little romp you're having.

Some of them are putting their fists up in the air and yelling "yyyyyyeahhhhhhhhh!!!", others are just rolling their eyes and thinking "typical" and walking away, not viewing this.

You actually heard one wrestler shout "Can I join you?!" and it's probably some ugly wrestler you don't give a crap about.

One of the things that's a rising stable in the WWF is D Generation X, who, for now, are mostly just a duo comprised of two naughty troublemakers, those troublemakers being Shawn Michaels and Triple H.

Yeah, there's also Chyna, but she never really says anything or even really causes trouble, and Rick Rude is a completely pointless member who doesn't really do anything that contributes to the group.

And what D Generation X are known for is their iconic body language known as the "crotch chop", where they motion their hands as if they're karate chopping wood, however, they point to their crotches in either an "x" shape or "v" shape.

And that's not all, they also have an even more obscene catchphrase to go along with that gesture, that catchphrase is "suck it!".

Basically telling people to suck their genitals.

Since you're giving Triple H a blowjob now, and he's a member of DX, he raised his head up a bit, where he motioned his hands on opposite sides of his genitals, forming a "v" shape next to his genitals.

That wasn't all he did.

"Suck it!!" he exclaimed, thrusting his crotch into your face while he motioned his hands to "chop" next to his genitals.

You could still hear him shout that while you and the other men were moaning, not to mention sucking cock and getting your pussy fucked, and you're sure the other men could hear you too.

Billy and Jeff tried to open their eyes and turned their heads to Triple H, Billy and Jeff's facial expressions changing from "sex faces" to smiling and laughing over hearing Triple H exclaim that.

Triple H then moved his hands from the sides of his genitals to above them, crossing his hands at the wrist to form an "x" shape above his penis.

"Suck it!" he shouted again, thrusting his crotch into your face once more, raising his crossed hands a few inches above his penis, only to quickly drop them down closer to above his genitals.

Jeff and Billy love what Triple H is doing, they should do that sometime to you soon.

And Shawn should do that with you next, especially considering he's a member of D Generation X.

And ironically enough, Billy eventually did become a D Generation X member!

Shawn wasn't just tweaking your nipples as you rode up and down his shaft, he leaned his head into the back of your neck and buried his face in the back of your neck, sometimes he let his breath out and let it out on your neck, his breath staining on your neck like it was perfume.

Shawn probably chewed some gum before you engaged in this orgy with him, you could feel his cold breath on your neck, but that's okay, because it feels so good.

Shawn's face, specifically his lips, traveled all over the back of your neck and behind your shoulders, brushing his lips and letting his

Sometimes his lips gave some kisses behind your shoulders and neck.

"Ohhhhhhh Shaaaaawn!" you cried out, leaning your head back.

You wanted more of him.

"Y'like this, baby?" Shawn purred, his voice low, warm and husky.

"Yesssss!" you whined.

"That's a good girl" Shawn purred.

He wasn't just also tweaking your nipples sometimes, but also running the pads of his index fingers over and over your areolas in circles sometimes.

Hearing his husky voice as well as having him, arguably the sexiest man in the WWF, tweak your nipples and fuck you for a long time, had to have a response come (repeat: come, and what's another word that's pronounced like "come" but spelt differently?) out of your pussy.

And that response was obviously your pussy officially cumming, your cunt releasing your salty, gooey pussy juices all over his cock, your clit throbbing like a jackhammer.

Your mouth was agape and oval shaped, your eyes were closed when you came.

While you might've came, the show isn't over yet...

Your fingers rotated around Billy and Jeff's shafts, helping crank the cum out of their dicks even more.

One by one, but not one right after the other, pretty soon, Shawn officially came inside your pussy, letting a throaty cry out of his mouth, his cock releasing his official load of cum inside your twat.

Triple H eventually came right inside of your mouth, filling your mouth up with his salty, thick cum, and you swallowed all of that cum in your mouth.

And likewise, Billy and Jeff blew their loads of cum on your face, their gooey cum dripping down your face.

However, these men didn't cum in this order.

You regret that you didn't direct Billy and Jeff's cocks to point at your tits so they could cum on your breasts, but Shawn was playing with your breasts and his hands will get covered with precum.

After this little orgy, you cleaned Triple H, Shawn, Billy and Jeff's cocks all off, while having one of their cocks in your mouth, you licked and even sucked the sperm off of their shafts and put their cum in your mouth, swallowing and gulping down their semen.

Sometimes you even tried to put more than one of their cocks in your mouth, that hurt your mouth.

Jeff couldn't believe he's having an orgy with Shawn Michaels, one of his wrestling influences and all time favorite wrestlers.

These 4 men you just gave oral sex to would love to eat out your gooey pussy with cumming dripping out of it, clean your pussy like you're cleaning their cocks now, but a man has already came inside your cunt, so they'll be tasting man cum when they clean off your pussy with their tongues!

And likewise, when you cleaned off Shawn, Jeff, Billy and Triple H's cocks, Shawn, Triple H and even Billy and Jeff did D Generation X's iconic "suck it!" gesture and shouted the catchphrase that went with it, even though Billy (for now) and Jeff aren't members of D Generation X.

D Generation X weren't the only ones to do the crotch chop and shout "suck it" to go along with the gesture, Shane and Vince McMahon and even the Rock did it, and even Davey Boy Smith did it in WCW, kinda. He did his own interpretation of it and oddly shouted the catchphrase.

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