#Best There Was // Best There Is | WWF Era

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It was just another thing to add onto his list of horrible happenings that week. Earlier days welcomed to surprise ambushes by Stone Cold and everybody else who chose to hate him, the mid-week a sour turn of events for Bret simply because his body was left a broken and sore mess. Later days not an ounce better than those before, a car that stalled was the cherry on top of the Hitman's tragic sundae. From the loneliness of a venue parking lot - a WWF show more like a family massacre than a Hart Foundation victory - the other boys packed into their own vehicles and returned to the hotel room. Cleaning wounds like the soldiers that they were, that they felt like and were destined to be, when the last turn of the key proved a failure, all Bret had the strength to do was get out from the driver's seat and breathe in the fresh air. Sweet to the senses but never to be sweeter than the crispness of Calgary's own; frustrations calmed and emotions settled.

Once thought to be alone, when a voice arose from the darkness, Bret turned fast on his heels in its direction. Unsure as to its owner, preparing himself for another unfair confrontation, odds stacked against him, dim streetlights did much to ease his worries. It wasn't someone out to attack. Smaller than anyone who would ever dare to, a woman who stood more so in kindness than not, perhaps a fan who had gotten lost. She wasn't Steve. She wasn't the Patriot. She was an innocent.

"Oh, no. Thank you. I'm alright." Bret replied, flashing a closed mouth smile, leaning against the door of his rented ride. "Car's just having a bit of trouble starting up. I think I'm gonna have to phone my brother-in-law and have him come and get me. It's a little too cold out tonight to just be standing around, y'know. He isn't far away. Do you happen to have any change for the phonebooth? I'm only carrying bills. I'd appreciate whatever you can spare. I apologize if my asking puts you in an awkward position. I... haven't been having the best week. My mind's been racing. I'm all over the place. I need to get to bed."

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#[ lunarruled ] #Best There Was // Best There Is | WWF Era #[ So MAYBE not all Americans are bad ] #[ But Bret won't say so out loud LOL ]

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I hate the "Finish the story" gimmick/angle. The idea that the worst thing Vince McMahon ever did in wrestling (who is currently being exposed as this evil man guilty of sex crimes and blackmail and covering a legit murder) was not push Dusty Rhodes longer as WWF champion (when he still made him champion) and that it will all be forgiven and WWE will be this clean magical place if Dusty's son gets to be champ too. Fuck off. Dusty wasn't robbed. When he came back in the late 80s, he was nowhere near the level of Hulk, Savage or Warrior. He was perfect as a midcarder like Cody was and will be again eventually.

Cody does his best to be like the NWA version of his dad with nice suits and talkative promos and very sweaty, self-punishing matches. Cool. But he's not the character or worker or interesting person that Dusty or even Goldust were. Cody milks his family to get ahead. WWE's cracker ass fanbase think The Rock is somehow worse when Rock exceeded his father in every way. And Rock proved himself EARLY in his 20s, being the youngest champ at that point. And he didn't leave to start a company that was better without him. Rock went to Hollywood and conquered it, making pro wrestling mainstream and respected.

What is Cody's appeal? Besides being the white trash version of The Rock like 90% of WWE stars since The Rock: LA Knight, The Miz, John Cena, Batista, early Randy Orton before he became a Stone Cold ripoff. Cody is definitely the weakest of these guys.

You know why The Bloodline and Sami Zayn angle was great? It wasn't a shit rehash of the Attitude Era. Cody Rhodes, Kofimania, Daniel Bryan, CM Punk and every stupid "People's Champ" angle has been a lazy rehash of Mick Foley's road to beat The Rock and become "the most unlikely champion ever". Shit, that's what the Sami angle ALMOST was and should've been until Cody ruined it.

WWE fans want the same shit over and over forever. They make the show boring and unwatchable to people who watched 25 years ago at wrestling's peak.

That is why I don't give a shit about Cody Rhodes. Why I would rather watch The Rock vs Roman Reigns. Because Rock vs Roman is a story thats never been told. With 30 years in the making. Cody? No one cared about him 3 years ago.

#the rock #dwayne johnson #wwe #roman reigns #sami zayn #cody rhodes

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Smut Fanfic by @chrisevansxmalereader and @mynameisrukan

Attitude Era Wrestlers X Black 90's Male Celebrities

In life, there were people who never lacked money, who had plenty, but for other people, that money was scarce, and they needed to earn further. For example, there were certain problems with this business of fighters. The business looked like it went very well, with several fans watching the Wrestlemania season of the year 1999.

Therefore, there were several good incomes for this event that went really well. The truth is that they all liked this because it was their passion, what they really liked to do, besides that they were very good at what they were doing. However, in the world, there were always some problems. On this occasion, The WWF start having economic problems. This made it a serious problem that keep everyone in the business worrying. Fortunately, there were people with a lot of money who happily would donate money to support the WWF, who really needed that money.

The difficulty of the deal was that most of these donors wanted to receive a certain service. They weren't that interested in the wrestling, but in those wrestlers that were too sexy, and they wanted to fuck those tight muscle cunts. Now, it was clear that a lot of the fighters didn't want to do that kind of thing, but… they also needed the money to continue doing this thing they so much wanted to do. Because of this, some decided to accept this proposal. These donors were well-known celebrities, all of whom were black-skinned.

All these black men had too much money, and people with a lot of money tend to use it to…have the best sexual experiences. For this to happen, these male celebrities agreed to support the WWF, which had financial problems. They promised to donate large amounts of money to them in exchange for sexual experiences with the male wrestlers. With this deal accepted, several things were arranged.

Nobody would know of this whole business, with no one revealing what these famous men did with these wrestlers. Got a secret place for all this to be carried out, and the wrestlers got ready to get fucked by these black celebrities. They prepared very well because if the stereotype was correct with these black men, they would have big dicks that would fill the wrestlers' holes all the way inside. at least it wouldn't be more difficult for these wrestlers with good bodies, who would be fucked in a secret place where no one would know what happened. However, things got a little further complicated, because the donors had one special condition for this business. They did not want simple sex with these fighters. It was true that those muscular men were too sensual. With those really desirable bodies that were already so hot, This would complete a good experience.

But no, several of the black men decided to make it a condition to fuck them while they were wearing lycra suits. Those of the WWF thought that they referred to seeing the wrestlers in the clothes they wore when they were wrestling in the fighting ring, all while they fucked, and they were right…in the last part.

It turns out that these celebrities had the special kink of seeing these strong men dressed in lycra suits that represent distinct Superheros. Each of the male wrestlers would have to wear a different lycra suit of superheroes or characters from superhero comics. This isn't actually like it does the job worse, so, not giving so much interest or being so concerned about it. all those men, showing their courage, their strength, and their desire to continue in this business that they loved so much, made their latest preparations and went to this secret place. It was a private building that belonged to the WWF, being further well a type of warehouse, one that they arranged for this “business”.

In the center, with several lights illuminating, there was a big bed where they would do the orgy. In any case, each of these 90s wrestlers were going to be giving their special services to a certain celebrity, but these men wanted to do it in one room altogether. This could add a certain sexual arousal to the situation. And now the poor fighters would not only have to have sex with these wicked men, but now they also had to fuck in front of their partners, as well as watch the others get fucked while cosplaying as superheroes. But then, when the time came, there were the black celebrities, walking into the room dressed in expensive suits, only to start stripping down to their underwear. They settled on the large soft surface in the center, sitting and waiting for their precious sex toys for that night. In a few moments, the "Superheros" would give to these men the best pleasure in life... or at least would try, because they are not experts in being bottoms for other men.

There were the black male celebrities. LL Cool J, Taye, Method Man, Ginuwine, Tyson, Morris, and Shemar. They were the 7 famous black men who had given large sums of money to obtain this wonderful sexual feast.

Could enjoy the irresistible bodies of these men. Nothing better than having some sex with some men with muscular asses, maybe some with faces that looked too pretty to be in those fights. "But look what beauties we have here” That's what Method man said when he saw the wrestlers arrive at the place, wearing those tight lycra bodysuits. Each of those 7 wrestlers were so fucking hot like this. Christian wore a lycra suit that represented Venom, and he definitely looked good in black. Shawn was wearing a tight spandex Aquaman suit, and with that long hair, he had, he looked even better. Steve was Batman, in a tight black lycra suit that seemed to be perfect for him and his luscious body.

Jeff looked like Spiderman with that suit, and he looked even sexier, but maybe not as seductive as Andrew "Test" Martin, who definitely looked perfect wearing that suit of Thor. Although RVD looked wonderful in that lewd Booster Outfit Gold, just like Kurt did in that Captain America lycra suit, so tight and it fit him so well that it even showed a nice American ass. All seven fighters were ready to be used by those dark-skinned studs. I'm sure all those hot men in lycra will take a good pounding…of course, not the ones they were used to. Come on guys bring on those sexy asses here it's time for everyone you please Tyson commands the seven men in lycra. with a warm playful smile on her face. The fighters have no other option to obey. no, they could do nothing more than to obey their new masters. Hesitantly, the men in cosplay approached to the other black men who were sitting on that long bed.

Each of the WWF wrestlers got between the legs of one of the celebrities, with each of them being chosen by each one of the black men. Christian there was been chosen by LL Cool J, who look at him with a malicious smile, while this Chris caressed the rapper member over his underwear. “What is it bitch? Are you afraid that it is too big for you?” asks the rapper, mocking that muscular stallion, who was now nothing more than a simple sex slave who was going to get the hell fuck out of him. “It's…so damn big…it looks and…I can feel it…it's too big…maybe I will have problems getting it into my ass,” Christian admits, thus hoping that maybe the man in front of him would have some compassion. Unfortunately, that's not would change a lot. Those men were there to fuck, to satisfy their deep sexual fantasies. now that they had everything ready, they were not going to stop, because this was the beginning of their sexual debauchery.

The whole place was full of sexual sounds in just some mere seconds, whether it was fucking moans or the sound of hard and fast thrusting. Many of those wrestlers let out various grunts of pain, but if they were honest, there were also several loud moans of pure pleasure. It could be seen the lustful desire in the eyes of those muscular men who they stretch the lycra suit with their own muscles. The Muscle sluts were getting fucked for the first time in their tight, hot, delicious anal holes, but as expected, they just needed to get fucked for those huge cocks for some time, so they could start to feel that insanely good sexual ecstasy. Some big black cocks that could touch each of those good points that caused so much pleasure, so much it that could be compared with nothing else. Feeling their anal walls being opened by those tremendous juicy cocks that get in and out inside their virgin ass holes.

“Oh….oh fuck…gimme…gimme that dick…please…uh yeah baby…oh…damn” these moans came from Shawn, who was the first to break, accepting the fact that he loved that sexual pleasure. It was one that he didn't felt before, being probably better than fucking a tight pussy, because now for “Aquaman”, it was better than a long and thick black cock destroying his tight boy pussy that did not stop taking well those strong deep penetrations. “That's bitch, take this dick in your tight bitch hole…uh, too tight…like a virgin…of course, I am lucky to be the first to fuck this ass with my big thick dick” LL Cool J speaks dirty while he keep fucking Christian peachy ass, the latter being a complete mess of slutty moans. Even if Chris had begged before for the man to stop fucking so hard, he still let out some hot and cute moans that LL Cool J could hear very well, so he didn't stop fucking him so fast and hard.

No, the rapper would not stop, especially with that ass feeling just too good to stop ramming his dick in, and with the wrestler letting out some masculine but pathetic and exciting cries and moans. Internally, Christian loved how lt the black man was fucking this hole, rearranging his guts.

The famous rapper was wishing so much bust his huge load of white cum inside that fucking pink hole. If anything, the man dressed as Venom was learning to love that pain and pleasure, mostly the pleasure of having his ass fucked in such a rough but pleasurable way. Especially when that massive dark juicy cock hitting his special spot, doing it enjoyment like never before. They were in the cowboy position, but despite being in a position where the muscle slut would give more control, Christian wasn't doing anything, in this position, the dark-skinned man was the one doing those deep and hard penetrations.

“Oh, no…it hurts…it hurts…uh…mmmm, yeah…ahh, damn…oh…oh my…no…ohhh” The sweet grunts that came out of the sexy strong man were like music to the black man. And with those several hot moans of Christian, LL Cool J was getting more and more sexually aroused, who didn't want to stop putting his dick deep inside that tight hole. It was so damn perfect for the rapper's fat juicy dick. taking it the muscle bitch hips, the male celebrity kept the other still on top of him while he moved his hips toward up, then leaving his hips to fall down and then give more deep thrusts. It was almost as if with each of those thrusts, Christian let out a more moans that were even louder. LL Cool J couldn't really feel the sexy wrestler skin, because he only break a hole in that tight bodysuit to see and bang that pink fucking hole. even they had shaved those holes, being able to first rub the head of his massive dark cock before taking it in with a slow but long thrust.

"I know you like this, just look to you, you look like a real muscled slut who loves my big black cock” The man with a lot of money told him, while he kept roughly fucking that tight white ass. An ass that was so worth all the cash that the black gentleman had to pay. But its okey, now he could get his fat juicy cock inside that luxurious hole, with such big, round and squeezable buttocks. The rapper's hands landed on those two globes of meat that were nothing but fucking big.

That ass was big and firm, the result of all of Christian's exercises. while the man continue to move his hips, grabbing strongly that thick booty, the rapper could watch the wrestler face as he continue to feed that hole with his cock. The wrestler dressed as Venom couldn't not could stop enjoying that cock, whining, loving the huge length of the black man.

Christian, between moans of desired, he admitted quietly that he love that massive dark dick, not wanting to admit it. Even tho LL Cool J could hear him, and he could listen very well, and he could also see how much his massive throbbing cock was tearing apart the muscled man's insides. Christian not could stop moaning for that long member, with his hair wet of sweat, just like the rest of his body, and even there were tears of utter delight in his eyes. That man could not deny what was obvious, that he loved to enjoy that tremendous piece of meat that filled his body with the great pleasure of anal sex."The exciting noises they make are perfect proof that you're enjoying this, just admit it, admit that you love being my sex toy…only to…uh, get used to my throbbing shaft." Saying this, he spanked him hard, before increasing the speed of his lunges.

Of course, The sounds those two were making were really loud, but not as loud as Shawn was being, while being impaled by some huge black cock that was destroying his pink boy pussy. “Oh…yeah, please, keep fucking…break me…break my ass..please, oh please…break my boy pussy with your…fucking cock” The man was yelling, with several loudy moans and sighs. He felt like he was on heaven, felling how that incredible pleasure take over his whole body, and maybe mind. He could stop thinking about that great feeling it was made when that thick juicy cock entered his ass and touch his prostate. The man dressing in an aquaman lycra bodysuit was being fucked like he was just a fleshlight, witt Taye pushing his dick all the way inside. However, fucking in the missionary position, and in the way he fucked that man cunt, the black male could touch continuously the wrestler G-spot.

With the man in the tight suit, being drowned in all that satisfying feeling of pleasure, enjoying having his hole fucked by that fat black cock. Moaning until his last breath, just to feel the hands of the man being put on his left nipple. “What…ahhh..oh shit…ahhh…my…yeah, oh yeah” those were his moans, as he had the celebrity fingers on his pink and kinda sensible nipple, touching it in a really good way. “Oh yeah, you look so sexy like this, all broken for my big fat dick…uh, yeah baby, keep moaning for my, for daddys dick” Taye told the guy bellow him, seeing his perfect pretty face, all cover on joy tears and all those whiny but cute moans leaving his lips. “Are you liking that? Are you loving how my dick can make you into my pathetic slut? My god…oh fuck, you are such a tight muscle boy…but after this, you arent going to be that tight, just…wide…gaping open…for me”

Those dirty words made Shawn even more horny, even tho his mind was more focused on that good feeling that he was feeling. His bubble muscle ass was being totally destroyed by that sexy man, who was ramming his huge black shaft inside him until it was all inside. He was putting one of his hands on the bed, while with the other just kept playing with those soft and pretty nipples. Taye just continue moving his hips, fucking the wrestler ass. Just as the others, the black dude just break a hole in the lycra bodysuit, so he could see that virgin hole he was about to fuck and breed, of course he was going to breed that fucking ass with his creamy cum. Notting better than to pound that sweet firm ass, the man of someone who was once a straight wrestler, to be just a cock slut. Other people maybe never would know about how this man was actually a pathetic moaning bitch, so Taye and the rest were so damn lucky to hear him begged for more.

¿for more what? For more cock, for that cock that was inside his warm hungry cock to never leave him empty. “Please…please give…more…more trusts…i want all of you…all of your inches inside…love your…meaty, venous cock inside me…come one…break me…break this suit…I want you to touch me without the lycra covering my nipples…see how pretty and pink they are without…oh…oh lord” Shawn was just moaning and moaning, wanting to be used as a sex doll and nothing more. Most of this wrestler were completely mind broken, being turned into cock sluts. Just like Steve, dressed as batman and having the living fuck out of his perky bubble butt. “Dont even try to suppress those cute little noises, come on little slut, moan for me, moan for daddy” so it was clear that a lot of these men had a Daddy kink, with Method man, who dirty talk his slut that was now enjoying that massive dark cock in this ass.

They were on the doggy style position, with method man being able to look at his little muscle slut while the continue fucking that nice ass. The body of steve was a complet work of art, with that nice body being perfectly hug by that lycra suit. The black rapper just had to make a hole in that skin tight suit, but before he could slide his big dick inside, he quickly eat that ass hole for a few moments before he started to fuck the shit out of Steve. Those cute but masculine moans were so great, so hot that it made method man not able to resist and started to pound his thick juicy cake without mercy. “Oh my…my…ahhh…so good man…so…i didn't know how good it feel to be fucked…and…your dick is so big…and…It makes me go insane man” Steve was saying babbling a little between his words. These humongous black dicks were making those lewd fit wrestlers lots their minds. Now you have Steve, being the bottom of method man, craving for more of that insanely good pleasure that only a big black cock can give him.

“Oh, this is definitely a good sight, a big, strong, bald and masculine WWF wrestler being reduce to a simple cock whore…moaning and tightening his pink ass hole for me…ohohoho, men, you are going to be left gaping open by me, ¿you get it, little slut?” the man asked, by what “Batman” just said “yes daddy…yes, yes yes, give me that cock…give me that fucking cock…fill me with it…oh…yeah…” the man was being filled, not only by cock, but also by the incredible pleasure of being butt fuck. And hell yeah, his butt was some big voluptuous butt. Method man literally couldn't stop marveling to that fat ass, loving how it moved with his hard lunges. Even thought it would probably look better if he were naked without anything covering those meaty mountains. Those ass cheeks would probably giggle in a very sexy way, even more with Method man fucking him in a very rough way, and making sure to have a good sight of that handsome man being a sexy fucking slut.

And the man was also dressed in a black lycra bodysuit, which for some reason was really hot fo him, specially how the color of that dark skin-tight suit make contrast with the mans white skin. “Oh my….oh, oh my…fuck me…fuck me dude, come on, fuck this ass with all you have…treat me like your bitch…it feels too damn good…I want more cock” the man started yelling, at the same time some moans interrupt some of his words. Know he really was falling into that spiral of carnal pleasure. One were he entirely love how that man kept fucking his white virgin ass. So tight and so good, with the rapper fucking him really waiting to bust his big load of cum inside that bubble ass. While Method man was still ramming his big thick cock inside that beefy ass, he couldn't stop but to put his hands and grab some of that juicy meat. “wow dude, you have so much meat in that ass, is almost a crime that you haven't been fucked by a man before”

He just kept moving his hips while he still was inside him and while he was talking about how a straight man like him could have that thick white booty, luckily, he made him a favor by sticking his large and thick dark cock. “Huh…yeah…my big ass its just for you to completely ravage it…you…i love your cock…its just…so good…my…oh my…oh…just there…right there, please, it feels like my soul is leavin my body…oh…goddammit” the man dress as batman was trying his best to be a power bottom, a dom one that was trying to give his black top orders, but the true is that he was just being grabbed by the hips by him. The rapper could just stop do what his slutty bottom tell him to do, but at the end, he was just gonna do those things. He start hammering the part steve tell him to hit, and he did, multiple times, making the bald horny man started moaning like crazy, having a dumb smile while he cross his eyes.

On the other hand, there were other black studs who fucked their little and tight cock sleeves. Ginuwine was trusting into him, in the sideway doggy style, kissing his Spider-whore, who was Jeff, being fucked like he deserved. “Oh, thats it…my boy…just feel all of my cock…all the veins…just feel this hard fucking dick stretch your anal walls” This and more moans were leavint Ginuwine mouth, as he stop kissing the pretty lips of Jeff, who was using that extra tight lycra bodysuit of spiderman, that was so hot that the black man couldn't resist the urge tho fuck him right here and now…it eventually happened. In a few seconds, the two men were kissing each other while Jeff was putting his hands, caressing that big bulge that was growing in Ginuwine underwear. It was a immense bulge, pero Jeff know what he had to do to have all that money for the WWF. At the end, he could get some intense sweet pleasure, having his ass being brutally fucked like he was a sex doll.

Spider-Jeff first was in all fours, then, Ginuwide tore open a hole in that really tight bodysuit of spiderman, making it a little more bigger than the others. The singer wanted to first lick that hole and the rest of those soft ass cheeks, then he could give him a few spanks, making him yelp a few times, and the black man had to say, that he genuinely love having his thick bubble buttocks spanked, but he probably loved to be manhandled and putting him to the side, like if they were cuddling. Ginuwide was behind him, putting the head of his black dick against the already prepared ass hole of Jeff, with him and the rest of the wrestlers being prepared for that. So, knowing that they were prepared, the singer started pounding that fat juicy ass, kissing those pretty lips while they do it. The kiss was wet, with a lot of lustful energies on the two of them, neither being able to just not love what they were doing.

Jeff was feeling the perfect pain and pleasure, with that huge dick entering his ass, filling him all the way, and touching that place that make the man scream in joy. “Oh god…oh my…it feels so…so fucking good…i mean…shit, oh lord…just…keep…i want it…all of you” The mand in the spiderman costume told the other black man, who just continue putting all of his long sex muscle inside that beautiful ass. Ginuwine runs his hands all over that perfect ripped body, being covered by that lycra suit, but its touch was amazing. It feel amazing the great touch of those hard muscles, with the hands of the black dude being all over those abs, so then his fingers were up the nipples of Jeff. The latter let out some little moans when those hands were all over his luscious pecs, specially his now hard fingers. When the dark-skinned singer heard those cute precious moans, he decided to give him slow but consistent penetrations.

At the same time he fuck him good, with hard heavy trusts, Ginuwide fondle those man tits and squeeze them with forze. Not letting him even think right in those moments he tease the covered but hard nipples of the wrestler, who by now couldn't care about the fact that he was being butt fuck by another man. It feel just good…so right, at to be fucked in the same room with other people, also fucking like its the last day of the world, it was something very pretty at the sight of some of the black men that were in that place. Tyson, for example, he was just drooling in pleasure, sticking his dick inside a pretty tight ass until all of it was in. “Oh god…its like i was im in heaven…fucking some little…white angel…with a beefy body…and an even beefy juicy ass” Words of Tyson, who was know fucking RVD in the reverse cowboy position. In this way, Tyson couldn't really watch the wrestler face. A fantastic face that just showed how that anal sex pleasure really take over his body and mind.

A really sexy fit body and a straight mind, but probably not more straight now, considering how that pleasure felt. Those tight anal walls hugged Tyson dick, like if the wrestler dress as booster gold didn't want him to leave his little hole. “Yeah, come on baby, if you want this dick then…ah, then just…fuck yourself on it…do it and i will give you…such a big load, come on…baby..uh, boy” the black celebrity said while RVD face was covered in tears of pleasure, with several horny cries coming out of his mouth, moving his perky ass and taking all those inches of black cock. He now could just think straight, specially when he was being fucked by that fat dick. It made his body burn, and his mind was going wild. In fact, RVD body felt so hot, that he wanted to break apart this bodysuit. Or at least he wanted to free his hard cock, that was covering the lycra with precum. “Yeah…please…please man…give me some cum in my ass…paint my insides with your white seed…”

It wasn't like Tyson wasn't thinking about doing that, because he really was going to push a big fucking load inside of his warm little ass hole. Tyson just thought on this idea of “breeding” him and he just went even more hornier. The black celebrity just start moving at the same time RVD did, wanting even more friction. Just feeling the anal walls of a virgin wrestler were enough to send him over the sky. But of course, there were a lot of thing that were nothing but pure sex fuel. “…oh…ahhh…ahhh lord…ah please…oh yeah, give it to me” whiny cries of that handsome professional wrestler, that was enjoying how that tremendous cock was tearing his boy pussy apart. There was nothing more hotter for Tyson than some big muscle man moaning like a slut just by his big juicy cock. But still, something that was also really hot was probably the back of that man. Just as it was said earlier, the famous black man just loved seeing those back muscles while fucking that firm muscle ass.

“Take it…thats it…oh, look at those muscles, just…show of your fantastic and sexy body for my…do it” with that request coming from Tyson, the wrestler cock slut just do it, not thinking but doing it, jus following orders from his new master. A master that at least would give him more of that extremely good sexual pleasure he just discovered. Showing of his muscles, especially his back muscles as well as his big fucking arms, it was something nice for RVD. Nothing more than someone liking his body and praising him…just as he was also praising how good his tight hole felt. But leaving those two aside, we probably should focus on Kurt being absolute wreck by Morris big fat cock. “Just feel it, feel how your insides are rearranged by my big piece of meat I have” the black-skinned man was saying as he shoved his magnificent cock deep inside.

He loved those sweet and adorable moans that came out of that pretty wrestler's mouth, which would now be reduced to a simple cumdump. "Nothing better than showing these bitches who is a real man, I mean, just look at them, I can see that most of them have huge muscles...but...ugh, small dicks" Shemar said to Morris, while the two fucked their muscled sluts side by side. Morris forcefully rammed his cock, which was too big for that cute little hole that Kurt had, or it would be better to call it "Captain America." He did it in the missionary position, so it was easy for him to do it quite fiercely, not stopping, giving everything he had to that small but delicious hole that wouldn't stop swallowing all his black meat. "Oh my god...don't be so...it's so...too...strong, aghhh, it feels like...you're going to tear me apart"

They were the groans of the burly Kurt, who knew he couldn't do anything to stop Morris, after all, they had to obey these men if they wanted that money. That same Andrew kept in his mind because while he was fucked in the sideway piledriver position, he felt an immense pain, which in any case was going to be replaced with an immense and very pleasant feeling of sexual satisfaction. Morris took the liberty of continuing to say dirty things to his beloved Captain America, also spanking that American ass. Shemar, who kept fucking "Test" in that position, couldn't help but be amazed. This was definitely a fantasy come true. Andrew “Test” Martin might be a perfect man to play Thor in some future movie because seriously, this muscular stud would look great in the role.

Although now he himself looked better this way, being fucked roughly, sobbing as he slowly felt the pleasure fill his body, and soon he would end up begging for more cock. “Say you love bbc” Morris commanded his cumdump to say that, causing the man in the spandex suit to reply “I love bbc, I love it…Oh, I love it so much…yes…I want him, I want him always, I want your…big black cock inside me forever…fuck me…make me your sex toy forever. Nothing better than seeing a sexy masculine man like Kurt being transformed into a cock whore, Kurt having a goofy grin as he continued to be fucked, forcing him to moan with him not having a chance to resist. Just like Andrew, who at the end couldn't stop moaning from the incredible pleasure, he felt when Shemar touched that good spot inside him that drove him crazy, now he couldn't stop asking him to keep touching him there.

"Don't worry whore, I'll make sure you enjoy this very well, maybe you even want this to be repeated" At the end of the day, he would be more than sure that most of these wrestling gentlemen would end up wanting more of this amazing sex. They didn't care anymore that they had to bottom. it was just for the best, especially when these muscular men were getting fucked by other men with huge black cocks that hit them in those hot spots. Those places made them scream and cry with pleasure. Just like Andrew "Test" did with his hair-wet sweat, with tears of the purest sexual pleasure, and with his mouth always being open from the many moans and sighs he always made. But surely the best of all this would be when at the end of the great sex party, all these wrestlers from the great world of entertainment would end up covered in cum.

Those big muscular and somewhat fat asses would be completely filled by the large amounts of cum that those black men brought in their balls. In the end, it would not be as if anyone was going to forget about this, or at least celebrities would never forget this great and satisfying sexual experience, which by the way, they would plan to repeat at some point. At least that moment was not going to happen for a while, because the WWF already had the money and they were not planning to let some other economic crises happen so they had to let their stars get fucked by other men.

But of course, now those wrestling stars were totally changed after that night. Sure, some of them would try to repress that need to be fucked by some big cock, but others would already be enjoying this new way of living. Being just some muscular whores, ready to serve black masters.

#Jeff Hardy #Shawn Michaels #Andrew Test Martin #Christian #Rob Van Dam #Steve Blackman #Kurt Angle #Ginuwine #Taye Diggs #Shemar Moore #LL Cool J #Tyson Beckford #Method Man #Morris Chestnut #Gay #Smut

[blowflyfag]

Wrestling Eye: November 1992

Shawn Michaels: A SINGULAR SENSATION! 

By Steve Muller

Transcript Below!!!

[Shawn Seems to be enjoying his new found success.]

Shawn Michael’s classic philosophic turn from babyfaced hero to arrogant, conceited bad guy was completed when he threw his longtime partner, Marty Jannetty, head-first through the plate glass window of Brutus Beefcake’s Barber Shop. If it was not the end of an era, it was certainly the end of the beginning of one. Until that rather dramatic partnership dissolution, the Rockers tag team had been one of the most successful duos in the mat sport’s history. 

Bugun as the Midnight Rockers in Verne Gagne’s now defunct and almost forgotten American Wrestling Associate, the Rockers were among the most exciting high flying teams this side of Japan. They became AWA World Champions at a very young age and it seemed they were destined to join teams like the Bastien Brothers, The Fabulous Kangaroos, the Graham Brothers, the Midnight Express and the Road Warriors in wrestling’s mythical Tag Team Hall of Fame. 

Indeed the Rockers possessed all the important elements necessary for tag team success as well as a few extras. They worked well in the ring together and employed complimentary styles. They moved dynamically and complicated teamwork was executed smoothly. Loaded with charisma, they excelled on interviews and in involving the arena crowds in their own personal dramas.

The Rockers were major successes not only in the AWA But on the independent circuit and then in the WWF, the Land of the Super Giants, where they excelled despite their relatively average size. Unfortunately, success did not last for Rockers. Insiders now say the team was doomed to fall from its inception. The team had a fatal flaw that eventually destroyed it.  Outside the ring, Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels simply did not like each other/ Perhaps the mutual dislike developed  from a kind of friendly rivalry that often develops between longtime team members,  perhaps they never really liked each other only because they were so successful in the ring. But whatever the cause, the Rockers team had no future. 

The fated break-up was foreshadowed many times. Once, in a hotel in London, after a tough match, Micheals and Jannetty were stopped from punching each other into oblivion only by the quick intercession of WWF road managers. Another time, when there were no managers present, the tag duo battled each other in a parking lot behind a denver saloon, The two tag partners beat each other so badly that they had to be pulled off television for a month. 

The breakup of the team and subsequent emergence of Shawn Michaels as a major singles star was one of the best handled pieces of booking ever by the WWF brain trust. Shawn Michaels was craftily depicted as the cause of the breakup. 

 [Shawn and Sherri are quite a pair!]

During the buildup of the angle, Micahels slowly developed an arrogant, nasty persona. He repeatedly reprimanded Jannetty during matches for mistakes, mostly imagined ones, in full view of the arena crowd. Michaels utilized many tricks to steal the spotlight from his partner including refusing to tag out during easy television matches and pretending to leave the ring with Jannetty after a victory, only to return to it to enjoy the applause of the crowd alone. Shawn acted as if he were solely responsible for the team’s success. And the fans began to truly hate him. 

After the break-up took place, hardcore fans expected an exciting series of four star bouts between Jannetty and Micahels, both accomplished ring technicians and aerial move artists. 

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Marty Jannetty experienced some legal problems, and amid a cloud of rumors, left the WWF. He continued to wrestle on the independent circuit, and now that his legal problems have been resolved, there are rumors circulating that he will return to the WWF to feud with his former partner. However, at this time of this writing, the possibility of any Jannetty/Michaels matches is pure speculation. What is not speculation, however, is the amazing success Michaels has enjoyed since the break-up.

Shawn Michaels is now one of the WWF’s top singles stars and one of their top three villains. His interaction with new manager and spiritual cohort, Sensational Sherri clearly has established his new egotistical “boy-toy” persona. Additionally, his already great ring skills are increasing. Some of the matches in his continuing feud with Bret Hart for the Intercontinental Title have been cited by experts as among the WWF’s best of the year–a major accomplishment even if it is a somewhat slow year for great matches in the WWF. There are some who believe that Michaels will eventually win the I-C belt and may already have done so by the time you read this. 

[Watch out, Shawn may be coming after you!]

Additionally, in the land of comic book mutants and graveyard denizens that the WWF has become, Michaels stands out as the wrestler who has gained success the old fashioned way–he has earned it through hard work in the ring and well planned character development outside of it. Michaels is a throwback to the days in the WWF when wrestlers had real names and believable personas. It seems Michaels has stepped directly out of those halcyon days when wrestlers were called Bruno, Pedor,, Bobby and Buddy, not Undertaker, Ultimate Warrior, Bezerker, or Mountie. 

[Michaels is determined to wear gold in the near future]

Also, impressive is the transition itself, from tag to singles wrestling. Very few wrestlers have been able to make this change successfully, and even fewer have become bigger stars in singles competition than they were as part of a tag team. It seems that Michaels, together with Sensational Sherri, or the Sensational Sherri look-alike who remains unidentified but who has appeared with Michaels at arenas across America, will become a major star for a long time in the WWF. Experts have predicted that the WWF of the future. The WWF without Hulk Hogan, will be a time dominated by wrestlers ranging from Lex Luger to Sid Vicious/Justice to the Ultimate Warrior.

The experts may be wrong this time. The future WWF may well be a federation dominated by Shawn Micahels. Try it on: Shawn Micahels, World Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion. It does have kind of an innovative ring to it. After all, how long has it been since the WWF had a heavyweight champion with two names, a first and a last, neither of which are a nickname? Is the world really ready for this? From this writer’s standpoint, one can only hope so.

#this writer doesn't know how to have fuckin fun apperently #wwf #shawn michaels #HBK #heartbreak kid #Wrestling Eye Magazine #Wrestling magazine transcript #magazine transcript #sensational sherri

[wwemcumuscleslover]

This is Triple H...or rather Paul Levesque...

- Choose to become a Wrestler.

- Train and fight in independent and smaller productions.

- Get hired by Vince McMahon's WWF.

- Little by little, become a legend of wrestling

- On your Journey within the company, you meet the Boss's daughter.

- Marry her and start a family.

- Gain space and Voice behind the scenes... - Watch WWE be sold to TKO

- See your father-in-law having to leave because of harassment...

- Become the head of the company where you were once a mere employee.

- And nowadays he proves himself to be the best creative mind in world wrestling.

WELCOME TO ERA PAUL " TRIPLE H " LEVESQUE #WWE #TripleH #TKO #TKOGroupHoldings

#wwe #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #triple h

[aritamargarita]

GOLDEN || 001

ALL RISEEE!!!

it’s been two years. TWO YEARS. in the works. im cutting right to the chase

different superstars = more romance different opportunities. let’s get this bread. some of the events are kinda mashed up but im trying to make it in a way that’s just..fun?

this the “mycareer” saga istg. what’s next, 2014-2020 era?...maybe. regardless, if you’ve read my previous fic attitude you know what’s up. these installments aren’t set in the same like universe. so things won’t overlap and some things are set to change. im mushing most of the years all together. i will also kind of skip over some events and things at times but other than that, i hope you enjoy! kinda goin on my own flow. just know WE GOING TO THE SLAMMYS Y’ALL!!! GET YOUR FITS TOGETHER!!!!

FROM ECW TO THE WWF, you’re here to try and prove yourself. To make some sort of change. You’re different. A woman who is confident in her wrestling skills. It’s about time for you to truly shine.

BACKSTAGE // 7:01 PM

It’s so quiet.

You checked yourself in the mirror. Tonight was your night. It was hard getting through to the WWF in the first place. You’ve tried so hard, practicing and training for this very moment. Putting your best in a damn ring just so someone could scout you.

....It’s finally paid off!

Everything you’ve worked for, from the bottom of the barrel towards the tip top. You checked your face in the mirror, making sure everything was a-okay. Feeling confident enough, you gave a goofy smile (with two thumbs up!) to your reflection. You thought you looked amazing tonight, no one could tell you otherwise. No one could deter your spirit.

Despite your debut in the WWF being in a weird shift period, you thought you joined at its peak. Things seemed to be heating up, but you were just so excited to start a new journey.

Your beginning in wrestling itself was nothing short of an interesting one. You had been working in the most extreme company for at least two years now. ECW, to be specific.

Most would say the WWF ‘stole’ you from them. Others would say it was a smart business decision. This little ECW invasion wasn’t happening without certain superstars making their move into the company. The first time you’ve ever stepped into their arena was when Paul E. Dangerously and Jerry Lawler were going at it at the ring.

You captured the eyes of many, in the crowd and even backstage. It was incredibly obvious that WWF was keeping their eyes out for people who could possibly bring more attention. WCW was kicking their ass at this point, so what could they lose bringing in a couple of “misfits”?

Your experience at ECW wasn’t too bad at all, but you’ve taken way too many bumps to count so far. Now, you weren’t exactly afraid of getting hurt, but you always end up cursing yourself out for the pain you felt after the adrenaline was gone.

The stinging pain of a paper cut pales in comparison to being hit with a chair, on accident, mind you.

On a much lighter note, you’ve met so many amazing and odd people there. However, being a manager to interchangeable wrestlers got really tiring. Not only that, but being chanted at to take off your clothes was just another can of worms. Were there really that many low lives out there?? That or they never get any action at home. You were used to it at this point.

It got to a point where you debated no-showing. Someone just has to put you through a table. It’s always: “Oh, [Name]! I’m going to put you through a table!” or even “Oh, [Name]! I’m going to swing at you with this bat with barbed wire!”

Why do they wake up and choose violence? Actually, that was the gist of wrestling, but hey, ECW wasn’t called extreme for nothing!

To be honest, you were just frustrated because of the lack of activity you got while you were there.

People always considered it a “mans sport”, which irritated you to no end. Anyone could do it. Anyone could wrestle!

You’ve met Francine and Beulah who were also fierce managers like you, but you’ve also came across Sunny at one point. She was with the WWF, and as a matter of fact, she may even be here tonight. Her visiting the promotion seemed to be a brief stint.

After all, she only had a few appearances here and there. At times she would be nice, then suddenly act like you didn’t exist. You’d ask her about her experience in the WWF and she never gave you a straight answer.

It was weird and it rubbed you the wrong way. But she was acting that way because she came from an entirely different company? You didn’t know. Makes you wonder if all superstars here were like that.

Anywho, everything seemed to be right on your end. You stood up and turned around in the mirror, doing a slow 360.

Suddenly, the door slams open, startling you.

“That bitch! What am I going to do!?” A woman donning leather clothing was absolutely seething, walking around hastily.

Did she even know you were there?

This was quite the awkward encounter. The tone in her voice indicated that she was absolutely pissed.

You moved out of her way so that she could reach for a whip that was located on the side of the vanity. This woman looked familiar, so it couldn’t hurt to ask who she was. “Hey, do I know you? Or maybe have seen you around? I’m new.” You went straight for the kill and she turns to you slowly.

Did you set yourself up to be in her path of rage?

She wasn’t offended that you didn’t know her, just a little surprised. “You do look like a new face.” She quipped, putting her hand on her hip. She seemed to analyze you for a moment. “But I’m sure you don’t know me.” She reached out her hand for you to shake. “I’ll give you the honor. It’s Sable, if you have to know.”

“[Name],” You introduce, taking her hand and shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Sable. I hope we can be friends.”

Sable lets go of you at the mention of friendship and scoffs. You were seriously here to be buddy-buddy with people? “Friends?” She smirks as she waved her hand and saunters over to a bag that was in a cubby. “Right, friends…”

This Sable woman seemed nice! But you couldn’t help but to notice the catty tone in her voice. Oh well. Not really your problem. Or is it?

You had no malicious intention towards her and you damn sure hope she had none toward you. Watching as she packs a couple of her things, you finally open your mouth. “Hey. Why were you mad any….?” Before you could ask your question, she quickly leaves the room, slamming the door shut.

“….Nevermind. Alright then, bye Sable.”

That whole experience was weird.

You probably should step outside too, get to know some more of your co-workers. You step out of the women’s locker room, heading right down the hall. You were pretty sure the show was going on, so when it came to meeting new people, you’ll take what you could get.

“Excuse me, miss?”

A croaky voice had made you stop immediately. Turning on your heel, you saw a haggard-looking man with a mask on his face, holding up his hand which seemed to be covered with a sock.

“I’ve never seen you around here.” He says, turning his head towards the sock. “Have you, Mr. Socko?”

He then makes his voice a little higher pitched to respond: “Nope! Who is this lady?”

You…

Yeah, you don’t really know what to say at all. You just look at him in bewilderment. He seems to notice how confused you looked and makes a noise. “Oh. I’m sorry, I forgot we had to introduce ourselves…I’m Mankind. And this is Mr. Socko. We’re best friends.”

Mankind makes Mr. Socko nod, and you could only wave.

“Hi.” You greet. ECW had its weird characters, but you’ve never seen something like this. “I’m definitely new! My name is [Name].” You reach out your hand for him so he can shake it. “Wouldn’t uh, wanna smother your best friend.”

He takes it using his free hand and shakes it firmly. “You’re very considerate, [Name]. But I can say for Mr. Socko that he wouldn’t mind being smothered by you, it makes us feel tingly all over.”

Do they have a psychologist here??? Something?? This guy’s one hell of a character.

“Hahah. Right. Riiightt.” You say, a strained smile on your face.

“I live in the boiler room.” He randomly adds. “And George likes friends. You should visit. Nothing leaks anymore!”

“George?” You repeat in confusion. “Who’s that?”

“My pet rat!” Mankind exclaimed, making you wince slightly. “Mr. Socko and I spend time with him a lot. He’s very nice…”

You nod slowly. Mental note, try to stay away as far as possible from this “Mankind”, in the future. He scares the hell out of you. “Pet rat, huh? That’s nice! I’d love to stay and chat, but unfortunately, I left my stove running and it’s gas. Everything will explode. I’ll lose everything I love. And to top it all off, I left both my sink and bathtub running. So not only will I lose everything, I’ll be flooded out my own home.”

“I see…” Mankind seemed to believe your extravagant lie, giving a nod. “Wouldn’t want that to happen.” He rasps out. Lifting Mr. Socko up, which you still couldn’t believe it was a literal fucking sock, seemed to have some words for you too.

“Have a nice day!”

After that very strange encounter, you find yourself staring at the match card for the day.

HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY VS. GOLDUST

AHMED JOHNSON VS. OWEN HART

BRET HART VS. KEN SHAMROCK

BILLY GUNN & ROAD DOGG VS. THE NEW BLACKJACKS

MARC MERO VS. FLASH FUNK

THE LEGION OF DOOM VS. LOS BORICUAS

Great. Very good. Very nice.

Problem is, you didn’t even know who half of these people were. The only person you knew was Sable, who not only was a valet for this Marc Mero guy, but she also had a segment.

It was something about a possible magazine cover. No wonder why she seemed a bit familiar.

You weren’t really expecting yourself to be on Yhe card, but it still was a bit of a disappointment. What’s the fun in standing around backstage if you couldn’t even go outside in the ring and have fun?!

Hell, you’d be pleased even if it was some sort of small ringside fight!

Letting out a sigh, you stretch your arms. Today was going to be a long day.

“You’re [Name], correct?”

Someone else? Oh boy. Who’s next? You hope it’s not another weirdo. Or someone who could be incredibly rude towards you. Looking over, you’re immediately startled to see the owner of the company. “Holy—“

You bite your tongue, taking a deep breath. He scared the hell out of you. Though you were caught off guard, you tried your best to get it together. Automatically, you had begun thinking you did something wrong.

“Good afternoon.” Vince greets.

“Good afternoon.” You greet back, setting a hand on the wall. Cool, calm, and collected. Just act like it’s not bothering you as much. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

He cleared his throat and shook his head at your question. “No, no.” He mutters. You thought the room had gotten colder before he continued. “Do you have any experience in wrestling?”

Already, you inwardly cheer. That must mean that you were getting somewhere. Maybe they did their research before hiring you. “Yeah. And I’m pretty good at it, I’d say. I know the basics, but I’m ready to learn more.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look impressed. You really couldn’t gauge how he felt. “How interested would you be in working on a storyline?“ He asks. “On a scale of one to ten.”

“Probably eight.”

“We’re thinking of giving you..a purpose.” He says. “You have no gimmick, just a fresh face. The creative team will get back to you later.”

That was definitely a blunt way to put it. All you can really do is nod your head.

He outstretched his hand and you hesitate to reach your own out to shake his. Deal is sealed.

“Are you going to make me wrestle?”

Your question makes him raise an eyebrow. “Wrestle? Well, we don’t have many woman competitors.” And you figured as much. “We’ll see what we can do. You’ll be a valet at best.”

Fantastic.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, a certain group was listening to your conversation nearby.

“Think she’s gonna last here?” A man asks, looking at both his partners. “She’s got some guts, if you ask me, just asking Vinny Mac to put her in a ring.”

The woman crossed her arms, waiting to hear what the two had to say first. The other man shook his head, clicking his tongue.

“You heard what Vince said, Shawn. That chick’s just going to be another valet. Your thoughts, Chyna?”

“....” She stayed silent at first. “It’s not any of my business and it isn’t any of ours.” She simply says. “Let’s get going already.”

“You guys can go,” Shawn says, leaning on the wall. “I’m gonna lay down the law with her.”

“Keep it in your pants for once.” Chyna rolls her eyes. “You can’t flirt with everything that—“ She doesn’t get to even finish her sentence before Shawn saunters off towards you.

Before you could ask Vince another question, a new voice enters into the fray. “Vinny Mac! And who’s this lovely lady you’ve got with you? Never seen her around before.”

“Shawn.” Vince greeted him only by saying his name, giving a curt nod. He doesn’t answer his question about you. “Come to bother me again?”

“Of course not, old pal! Just wanted to see what’s new in the neighborhood.” This Shawn guy, who the hell was he? He looks you up and down for a moment. “Not bad, not bad. Where’d you pop up from?”

“ECW.” You respond. He was starting to make you a little nervous, so you fold your hands behind your back. “I’m very new.”

“Has anyone showed you around yet?” He asks, lightly setting a hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t I do the honors?”

Of course, you couldn’t refuse.

#YUHH GET INTO IT! #NURSEEE MANKIND’S OUT AGAIN!!! #still love him he’s funny af #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wwe preferences #wwe x reader #wwe various x reader #umm a lot of other superstars x reader #..probably lol #wwe attitude era imagine #attitude era x reader #when reader has no gimmick yet💔 #attitude era imagine #wwf imagine #who reading the tags lmao #shawn michaels x reader #triple h x reader #shawn michaels imagine #triple h imagine #chyna imagine #wwe chyna imagine #wwe golden series

[angelkitty32001]

Gimmick, Heel, Main Event?

Gimmick - I love a battle royal. The Royal Rumble has a very special place in my heart. I love the chaos of multi human matches, the spots, the unpredictability of it, the way they are used to set up storylines etc. I like a falls count anywhere - again for the chaos aspect. Stadium Stampede was interesting at Wembley, especially when we were trying to see where Eddie and Claudio were (didn't manage it).

Least fave - obviously anything involving evening gowns, bra and knickers, baby oil etc Just sexist match stipulations in general. Also hair matches, after reading in Piper's biography how awful they were to execute, cos everyone is hot and sweaty and the hair sticks to everything - sensory nightmare.

As for wrestlers gimmicks, I think if they can make it work, all power to them. I started watching in the "Vince thinks everyone needs a job" era, so young me saw a lot of bad gimmicks without realising they were bad.

Heel - Heel Bucks my beloved! Truly the Bucks as heels is my fave. I've always had a soft spot for heels, Piper was always more interesting than Hogan (despite the fact that Piper was allegedly a face when I was watching, he always wrestled as a heel, eye pokes, spitting, biting etc), Shawn as a heel was excellent fun. Maybe it's wish fulfillment cos I'd love the confidence that the heels I gravitate to have, that ability to walk into a room and go "I'm the absolute best here etc" even when they look like they got dressed in the dark 🤣

Main Event - Yes, I've been to see wrestling live. Back in the 90s, I saw 2 WWF house shows and SummerSlam 92 (strongest memory of that day - pushing the car to Wembley, along with the LoD and Undertaker entrances). When my then boyfriend's best mate was wrestling, we went to see him. And more recently I've been to Clash at the Castle, a WWE house show, a couple of indie shows, and All In.

Whilst the excitement of the big shows is incredible, the way the WWE turned Cardiff into WWE Town was brilliant, and the atmosphere at Wembley was delightful, I probably enjoyed OTT more. I was closer to the action, I was watching the ring and not a screen, I just wish I was going in October when they have Mox, but I've got family plans 😭😭

I will say that I enjoy seeing wrestling live now in a way I didn't when I was younger. I don't know whether it's because the style has changed (less slugfests, more high flying) or because I've changed (probably a bit of both), but I watched the Bucks v FTR with my fingers in my mouth (thank gods for acrylic nail polish) which would never have happened in the 90s. Shawn was my biggest crush and I completely forgot that he was at SS92 🤣🤣

#memeage #she is a voodoo child #wrestling asks

[mangosteine]

WWF Super Bowl commercial 1999

Attitude Era was the best, hands down

#attitude era #stone cold #steve austin #mick foley #mankind #wwf #wwe #undertaker #sable #the rock #kane #wrasslin #Youtube #my childhood

[excellentexecution]

||

@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."

___

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

[b3crew]

REVIEW | "AEW: Fight Forever" | B3 - Boston Bastard Brigade

Growing up, I loved pro wrestling. The likes of Jake “The Snake” Roberts, Ted DiBiase, and “Stone Cold” Steve Austin seemed larger than life when I witnessed their matches. I’ve been on-again and off-again when it comes to watching pro wrestling, with my time seemingly ending in 2002 after watching Shawn Michaels defeat Triple H at Summerslam. But in 2019, a new dog entered the junkyard, in the form of All Elite Wrestling. Once again, I was hooked thanks to the athletic prowess of Darby Allin, Orange Cassidy, and — yes — Danhausen.

Which leads me to AEW: Fight Forever, the wrestling organization’s first official foray into the video games market. Developed by Yuke’s, the game was to be a spiritual successor to — in my opinion — the best sports game on the Nintendo 64: WWF No Mercy. As I booted it up and began to play it, I felt like I was 15 again, opening up cans of whoop-ass and collecting wins like I was a true champion. However, even with my nostalgia goggles tightly on, I couldn’t help but recognize the wrinkles that AEW: Fight Forever needs to iron out.

Like the Nintendo 64 era of THQ wrestling titles, the game features a good dose of content. On top of featuring over fifty wrestlers to choose from, AEW: Fight Forever features a plethora of modes to sink your teeth into. From your run-of-the-mills singles and tag team matches to the likes of Casino Battle Royales, there are many ways to experience what All Elite Wrestling is all about. There’s even a couple of their trademark styles, such as Unsanctioned Lights Out and the Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatches, the latter of which has more pyro than your average Rammstein concert. (You can even initiate the lame sparkler pyro that occurred when Kenny Omega faced Jon Moxley, which shows the sense of humor AEW has.)

Controlling a fight is a lot easier than I imagined; in fact, there were times my Xbox Series X controller almost felt as smooth as using the Nintendo 64 one. Grappling, climbing turnbuckles, and initiating submissions felt natural in my hands, thanks in part to an excellent tutorial featured in the game. With that being said, getting a hold of a weapon is a lot trickier, and not because referee Aubrey Edwards was keeping an eye on me. Nay, standing near the ring to grab a weapon sometimes makes my wrestler go back into the ring, rather than get hold of a kendo stick or a bag of tacks.

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#king baby duck #review #reviews #sports #video games #pro wrestling #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fight forever #yuke's #thq nordic #xbox series x #ps4 #ps5 #xbox one #pc #steam #nintendo switch #boston bastard brigade #black compat

[littletroubledgrrrl]

There are people that will defend something and hold it dear to them because it was their childhood, was a part of their youth and they loved it in their youth, even if was crap.

That's called nostalgia blindness.

There were lots of prepubescent kids who watched the WWF during their New Generation era and WCW in the mid 90's (before Hulk Hogan's heel turn), but I never see people who watched the WWF and WCW during those periods praise those eras and love them, unless I'm not looking hard enough.

I have seen some people say the 90's were the best decade for wrestling, although I think they only say that because of the Monday night wars between the WWF and WCW in the late 90's and the Attitude era, but the Attitude era happened in the late 90's and even early 2000's, let's be honest.

I have seen some 90's kids admit they didn't really start watching wrestling until the Attitude era.

#wwf #bret hart #new generation era #in your house era #90s

[dalekofchaos]

One thing I notice about current WWE, in addition to being reliant on the past (Which AEW is also guilty of but I digress) it seems that they want the company to be the star lately, not the wrestlers and that honestly makes it feel like I'm watching 1995 RAW instead of 2022 RAW

It's been like this since Cena's decade of doom ended. All it cares about is the image of the company. No one is allowed to be a star like Hogan, Austin, Rock or Cena. Now? No one is allowed to be as big as Roman Reigns The Four Two Horsewomen(I say Two Horsewomen cause Sasha is Bayley's best friend and I can't see Bayley being okay with how Sasha was treated) and no one is allowed to be bigger than the company.

The wrestlers these days are like props with catchphrases. They read scripts and their promos don’t feel authentic and organic. They are not larger than life, they are not stars and no one cares enough about wanting to be stars. The company doesn't want stars or larger than life personalities. They want to control them and every aspect. And WWE views the “superstars” as replacable and no one is valued in the WWE, they don’t care about anyone who isn’t Roman or Charlotte or D-List Celebrities.

Passion, momentum and creativity dies in WWE. No one is allowed to organically get over on their own. If it’s not a chosen one by Vince, then they are punished for having a genuine connection with the audience.

No one wants to rock the boat. No one wants to make the best possible product, they want to do what Vince wants.

Just look at Sasha Banks as an example. This woman is the very embodiment of a star. She walks and talks like a star. She works like a star. She has mainstream star appeal. Oh let's not forget. SHE WAS IN FUCKING STAR WARS!

WWE never treated Sasha like the star she was born to me. Charlotte won at Wrestlemania 32, when the entire crowd was behind Sasha. Sasha had piss poor title reigns and shitty booking throughout her career. Only when the Golden Role Models era did it feel like they finally treated her right.

Sasha Banks has had a terribly booked run as Smackdown Women’s Champion, a botched feud with Bayley and Bianca but only good matches. WWE NEVER ONCE capitalized on Sasha Banks being IN FUCKING STAR WARS when she was Women’s Champion. Her feud with CHarlotte was dropped and she went out of her way to bring life back to the Women’s Tag Titles. Sasha Banks walked out of WWE twice, and both times it was because they broke their promise to let her build a midcard for the women’s division. This time she gave up a main event title match with Ronda Rousey for it. That’s not selfish, that’s what a leader does.

WWE should build around Sasha Banks the way they have built around Roman Reigns. She is demonstrably excellent at every aspect of her job, is amongst the company's biggest ratings draws, and has crossover appeal. Yet they never capitalize on her mainstream appeal and instead thinks Ronnie Lousey is worth more, OH AND THE FACT THEY NEVER ADVERTISED THAT ONE OF THEIR BIGGEST FUCKING STARS WAS IN FUCKING STAR WARS(NO I WILL NEVER LET THIS FUCKING GO, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS)

Another Example is what happened to NXT. Because Vince is petty and because HHH lost the Wednesday night wars, NXT was killed and replaced with NXT 2.0. I feel like NXT 2.0 is the modern day Black Saturday. Black Saturday refers to Saturday, July 14, 1984, the day when Vince McMahon’s World Wrestling Federation (WWF) took over the time slot on Superstation WTBS that had been home to Georgia Championship Wrestling (GCW) and its flagship weekly program, World Championship Wrestling, for 12 years. McMahon’s purchase led to a longstanding rivalry between himself and WTBS owner Ted Turner, who later bought GCW’s successor Jim Crockett Promotions (JCP) and formed his own company under the World Championship Wrestling (WCW) name. A lot of fans of GCW did NOT like this. This took away their more serious southern, athletic and serious wrestling or as they dubbed it “Gordon Solie” wrestling and replaced it with McMahon’s cartoonish, gimmicky and silly alternative. I feel the same has happened with NXT. HHH’s NXT was like the old days of NWA wrestling, it had a more focus on wrestling, a dark and gritty feel and it felt like what the WWE needed to evolve into. When NXT 2.0 came around. It made everything more bright and colorful(quite literally lol) more gimmicks, cartoony, phony and fake and it just feels like Vince taking NXT in the back of the barn and shooting it and replacing a prized horse with a jackass. And as Bronson Reed said recently “NXT was the professional wrestling show, now it’s just another entertainment show.”

And honestly? Modern WWE is like WCW 2000. Terrible booking, bad comedy, legends forced down our throat at the expense of the young hungry talent, 3 hours of television and a product no one, not even the people in charge care about.

#WWE #Anti WWE #Anti Vince McMahon #Sasha Banks

[blowflyfag]

WWF RAW MAGAZINE: OCTOBER 1998

DEATH AND SURVIVAL 

Is it Do or Die for The Taker?

By Lou Gianfriddo

ANYONE who’s been around the World Wrestling Federation long enough can vividly remember the day the wrestling world as it had existed up to that point met its demise.

At the 1990 Survivor Series, the Undertaker astonished a world that could not fully comprehend this massive athlete, obviously fraught with pain, who struck down opponents with almost unearthly nonchalance.

Within weeks of his debut, the eyes of the wrestling populace stared in amazement at this man from the Dark Side systematically eliminated one established Federation Superstar after another.

It was within that same calendar year, 1990-1991, that the Undertaker solidified his position in the Federation. He established himself as a serious threat to all present and all who had come before him. He was an enigma, a man of few words and even fewer expressions, who possessed a life force or, more appropriately, a supernatural force that made him nearly impossible to defeat.

Along with his friend and manager Paul Bearer, the Undertaker began racking up more bodies than a midtown Manhattan mortuary.

Some of the Federation’s best known superstars fell before him. In 1991, for example, the Undertaker defeated then-Federation Champion Hulk Hogan in a match which Taker dominated. He pounded Hogan. He humiliated Hogan and in the process the Undertaker helped put an end to the plague known as Hulkamania. This was well-documented in the wrestling press. Writers and experts of the era claimed that Hogan’s illusions of fame and fortune were never quite the same after his encounter with the Undertaker..

Through it all the Undertaker said little. In fact, many believed he was mute. Except for the occasional “Rest in Peace” utterance, no one knew if the Undertaker could speak. No one knew whether the Undertaker had a heart, if indeed he does.

Now for a Latin lesson: tempus fugit–literally translated as “time flies.” As time ever passes, people in its pathway change. Indeed the Undertaker has changed since his dramatic debut in 1990. He has become a man more in tune with his surroundings while at the same time a man more attuned to his feelings–whatever they might be. Many feel that this change hurt the Undertaker and may also have crippled him mentally.

[(Left) The Undertaker delivers a crushing boot to The Rock’s face. Following the arrival of Kane (center), here getting chokeslammed, a series of emotional roadblocks began to take a heavy toll on the Taker. Some suggest that the Phenom, hoisting Triple H (above), is on a downward slide and has lost his “invincible edge.”]

He is simply not the same man. He has had many setbacks, for sure. After all, he has had to deal with many heavy emotions, especially within the last year or so. First, he was betrayed by his long-time friend and manager Paul Bearer. Then he was reintroduced to his younger brother Kane and subsequently ambushed by him, thanks in part to a brainwashing by Bearer. Although the Undertaker has tried to hide it, these emotional roadblocks have taken a heavy toll. The Undertaker, on the surface at least, has become a bit too trusting, a bit too gullible. He has become–in the minds of many in the wrestling community–a mark. He’s lost a bit of that cynicism every wrestler in the business needs to survive. Even some fans have picked up on the Undertaker’s slide. In the arenas, they can’t help but notice that he’s more talkative than ever–very animated.  This defies comparison to the Reaper who entered the Federation in 1990. In order to regain that invincible edge, he must do what he did when he first arrived in the Federation. That’s the ticket. That’s the Undertaker’s only recourse. If he wants to do more than survive, he must revert to the cold-blooded ways of his beginnings. He must return to where he started and dominate in a way that only he is accustomed. 

It seems as though he may be doing just that. At July’s In Your House, for instance, after capturing the Tag Team Championship with Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Undertaker abandoned the Rattlesnake. It was the first solid decision the Undertaker has made in the last several years. He didn’t give any warning. He didn’t offer any interpretation. He just grabbed the tag team belts, and high-tailed it out of Dodge. And guess what? The Undertaker gained a great deal of respect. It was the first time in a long while that he had done things his way–the cold, ruthless way that earned him his fame in the first place.

That’s the road the Undertaker must travel. He must do for himself until eternity because nobody else will. They will just try and do him–do him right out of the World Wrestling Federation.

[If the reaper wants to do more than survive against monsters like Mankind and Kane, he must revert to his earlier cold-blooded ways. Some wrestling insiders claim that the conflict involving Kane could revive the Taker’s old demons.]

The fans won’t tolerate such a thing, but the question is: Will the Undertaker tolerate it?

Only he knows the answer and if true to form, nobody else will known until he’s ready to reveal it.

#undertaker #wwf #world wrestling federation #raw magazine #magazine transcript #magazine scan

[hostilecityshowdown]

Alundra Blayze featured in the September, 1994 PWI Scouting Report.

full transcript:

HOMETOWN: Milan, Italy HEIGHT: 5′9½″ WEIGHT: 150 YEARS PRO: 9 CAREER STRENGTHS: • Athleticism. An incredibly agile, well-conditioned competitor. • Goal-oriented. Determined to make women’s wrestling accepted in U.S. • Versatility. Augments American basics with Asian martial arts training. CAREER WEAKNESSES: • Overconfidence. Sometimes too assured for her own good. • Competition. Isn’t pushed to her limit wrestling subpar North American women. • Weak ankles. Kick-boxing competition has left her with chronic pain in that area. OTHER COMMENTS: Won AWA World Women’s title in 1987 as Madusa Miceli, and the International Women’s Title in Japan in 1990... Is the only woman to win a PWI award vs. men (Rookie of the Year, 1988)... Became hugely popular in Japan, recording songs and appearing in videos... Changed name to Alundra Blayze upon joining WWF, and won its revived World Women’s title last December... Feuding with Luna Vachon, and wants to import Japanese opponents. HISTORICAL SIGNIFICANCE: Though Blayze has never beaten Wendi Richter cleanly, she gets the nod as best woman wrestler of the PWI era for sustained excellence. An intense competitor who also excels in kick-boxing, she’s finally getting a chance to show her talent on the mat to U.S. audiences. Blayze’s exciting style and a desire to take on all comers from around the world may make her the one who puts women’s wrestling on the map in America for good.

#i want to make the statement that in /1994/ north american+canadian women were not ''subpar''. #womens' wrestling may not have been well broadcast but by the 90s it had a long and strong history with a lot of good competitors worldwide! #alundra blayze #mango #[ colour commentary ] #pwi #pro wrestling illustrated #madusa miceli

[aritamargarita]

your list of wrestling crushes the other day inspired me to make my own:

(they’re pretty much limited to like 99-early 2000’s wwf/e bc that’s what I’ve seen the most of)

Jeff Hardy - my number 1 always in character and irl. can’t even lie he’s still hot to me today like if the opportunity ever presented itself I absolutely would take it 🫢

(Early 2000’s Matt Hardy could get it too but only when he’s wearing those unbuttoned short sleeve shirts lmao)

Edge - Brood era especially

Stevie Richards circa 2002 - something about the way he grabs at Victorias waist be having me like 😳 plus his smile is honestly so nice, combined with the shaggy hair has me weak in the knees

Lita - BABE and cool asf like I wanna be her bff and gf

Eddie Guerrero (rip) - mamacita Latino heat era (I’m obviously a sucker for a guy who’s obsessed with his girl)

John Hennigan (Morrison) - tough enough 3 era, he’s just so cute and incredible at all the challenges??

Trish - don’t even have to explain, she’s a goddess!!

Chyna (rip) - mamacita!! beautiful, powerful, and she just seemed like the nicest woman

Honorable mention to short haired Test, definitely his best look

THIS IS THE ONLY LIST EVER I FEARRRRR u have so much taste like TEST!! I was definitely 👁……AND JOMO!! hehe.

#arita speaks #I AGREE WITH ALL OF THIS #wait that matt line was so real. #you know im adding these on so late but still i have many thoughts