#wwe various imagine

[aritamargarita]

SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

#and here we are friends……. #pretend im being held up tiredly by a wrestler after a hard match bc I wrote this hehe #I LUV U SASHAAAAAAAAAA #this may be the series of all time #wwe x reader #wwe Imagines #wwe various x reader #wwe various imagine #wwe Imagine #roman reigns x reader #Roman reigns imagine #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch x reader #sasha banks x reader #sasha banks imagine #dean ambrose imagine #aj lee x reader #aj lee imagine

[teddybeartoji]

imagine laying on top of toji while he's watching some lame sports match or show like an old man and rubbing the stubble forming on his jaw with your hand. he got lazy to shave for one day and it's already like this so ofc you'll get curious!! and it's very relaxing to bother him when there's nothing to do...

"have you ever tried growing a beard out?" and then he'll just answer you with a grunt. something special about him being an old grump i'm going to bite him

NONNIEEEE!!!! TOJI THE OLD MAN TOJI THE GRUMP MY BELOVED!!!!!!! btw i loooooove toji and his stupid old man shows – top gear, two and a half men, prison break, the mentalist (???) etc etc. and aside from the various sports matches, he also loves to watch wwe lmao.

toji absolutely adores when you "annoy" him. his one hand is resting under his head while the other holds the tv remote, and he is doing his Best to not look at you. you look like a pup, staring at him with curious eyes. the prickly feeling of his stubble is making your nose scrunch up every so often and thinks you're just so cute like this. he just grumbles at your questions but you don't mind. you refuse to stop pestering him.

you're tracing your fingers over his earlobes asking whether he'd ever get a piercing; you gently pull at his cheeks, so he's making a funny face and it's so entertaining. you're quite literally using him as a stim toy.

you press an open-mouthed kiss to the junction of his neck and he groans at your antics. but. he cannot hide the smirk that's stretching onto his lips. he drops the remote and moves to squish your cheeks instead. "y'r ridiculous."

"yaluvit." your words are coming out all slurred, his hold on you making it hard to speak properly.

he hums and you feel his whole body vibrate. you melt even further into him. the laugh track plays in the background and he takes his hand from your face. you pucker your lips at him, asking for a kiss with a big grin. but you're just met with a palm against your mouth and now it's your turn to grumble at him.

he's already so smug, proud to be pestering you back. but not for long. because when your warm, wet tongue slides against his palm, he's actually Yelping out. and you use the moment to grab his wrist and stop him from pulling away. sinking your teeth into the side of his hand, he stares at you amusedly.

"are ya a dog?"

"maybe."

there are teeth marks in his skin when you finally let him go and he doesn't waste a second to pinch your side. "behave."

"whatever." you mutter back, your attention back on his cactus-like chin. your soft fingers trail over his skin and he kind of hates to admit that he wants to kiss you stupid right now.

#sorry i kinda rambled there #i saw the word “bite” and just went insane #ily nonnie #this is not proofread #toji #mickey is daydreaming #toji fluff #toji drabble #jjk toji

[lethimtalktoyeah]

Some HCs about reader joining Adam in his AEW debut (AUish cause not entirely accurate to the actual segment)

this is just some crackish stuff I wrote in my notes app, not ,fuelled by the thrill of my boys reuniting

- <3 -

-Back in your WWE the days you had been causing trouble with Edge and Christian non stop until one fateful day an injury ended your career and you had to make the decision to leave WWE behind

-Luckily for you , you managed to stay emerged in the world of wrestling tho , visiting various wrestling companies across the whole world as a valued journalist and managing to keep in contact with your friends

-When Adam reached out to you to tell you he‘d switch companies you were surprised but beyond happy that‘d he‘d join Jay/Christian in AEW

- Adam: Okay but imagine his face if I‘d bring you along as my right hand woman or something like that

-You knew Adam texted this in a joking manner but as his debut came closer , you couldn’t shake the thought out of your head

-You loved doing what you did right now but deep within yourself you knew that nothing would ever top being involved directly and this was the perfect opportunity to get out there without risking your health

-So , one “What if we’d actually pitch this?” and a dozen of meetings later , you were set to debut in AEW along with Adam , taking on the role as his right hand woman

-The collective decision was made to keep your debut as a secret from Christian , in order to get a genuine reaction

-“What if we don’t get along anymore?” The debut was only two days away , sending your brain into overdrive

-“You mean what if he doesn’t let you be a pain in the ass anymore?” , seeing your expression Adam immediately changed to a softer demeanour “Hey, there’s absolutely no way you wouldn’t get along anymore.” he searches your eyes with a reassuring smile, reaching over to squeeze your knee in sympathy

-“After all I know all you dirty secrets.” Adam smirks mischievously ,hinting to the late nights and car rides you’d open up to him about your crush on his best friend

-“Your insufferable .” You smack him with a gasp, huffing a laugh as he rubs his arm

-2 days later and you’re hidden away in the backstage are of the arena, readjusting the suit jacket on your shoulders

-Adam and you had settled on a casual business approach for your look as his right hand woman. Boots , suit pants , a suit jacket and to both of yours amusement , a cropped turtleneck underneath (because if something would challenge Christian then I’d surely be a turtleneck show-off)

-“The way is all cleared for you.” A crew-member interrupted your thoughts, prompting you to get up and follow them

-reaching the ramp , you could hear Adam’s theme blasting outside and the crowd going wild

-your nervousness slowly got replaced with sheer and utter excitement as you stood , chin held high, waiting for your signal

-You could hear the crowd go silent as Adam stopped outside the ring and began to speak , a bewildered Christian looking down at him

-“…and of course I wasn’t stupid enough to come here alone.” You could see the gears in Christian’s head turning

-“Let me introduce you to my right-hand woman.” You could hear the smugness in Adam’s voice as your new theme blasted over the speakers

-The crowd going absolutely crazy as you stepped out , walking down the ramp with a confident strut

-Christian’s eyes widened upon seeing you , failing to hide his shock behind his cocky and arrogant act for a mere second before narrowing his eyes at the cropped turtleneck under your business jacket

(- Imagine Christian pulling up in a cropped turtleneck cause he’s not letting anyone outshine him in a turtleneck)

[might continue this but as an actual story]

#christian cage x reader #christian cage #adam copeland x reader #edge x reader #adam copeland #aew imagine

[inu-jiru]

For the ask game!

13. I saw your art on the goetia sometimes doing adverts for products in your rewrite. Do you have ideas for what other sins are advertising? It is a really neat idea! :0c

Ahhh! Great question! For "H U N G E R", I imagine the Sins have their own products to sell, as well as any collaborative projects they might do since a lot of sin tends to overlap:

For Pride, I don't see Lucifer really selling anything unless it's based off him in some way (i.e. a film adaptation of his various deeds). I seem him more as a straight up propaganda guy who'll just plaster his image everywhere to make sure everyone knows he's in charge (and it irritates him greatly when they're destroyed, but that's a different discussion entirely ;3). Lucifer's already paid a large amount in taxes from everyone (Goetias and Sins included), so money isn't his main concern.

Satan typically collabs with Belphegor to advertise steroids and I also see him hosting Hell's version of WWE (except a lot more violent). I do plan on keeping some of the wild west/ranch elements from canon, and Hellborn who own land can advertise their goods if they can afford it.

Beelzebub advertises various food items, but mainly pushes her own line of honey which is dangerously addictive (eating it can send a demon spiraling into a gluttonous frenzy). She also has her own food channel where some members of the Goetia (like Queen Felicity) host their own cooking shows (she'll regularly make demands on what kind of food they produce since it's all food porn to her, so if one day she wants to see some poor imp butchered and made into a roast, it has to happen). As much as I didn't care for "Queen Bee", I did think the idea of pop music and parties fit Gluttony in a sense that, yeah, people splurge when they're partying, so she'd have a hand in pushing Hell's music industry as well.

Mammon handles much of Hell's manufacturing, so anything from clothes, jewelry, theme parks and anything else he can make a buck on, he'll advertise (mainly to the other Goetia since most Hellborn can't afford the good stuff). He's not above the idea of "sex sells", so I tried to implement that in the art piece I did. A story in the series I hope to get to at one point relates to his and Leviathan's collaboration in bringing cruise ships to Envy's ocean, so that'll be fun to write more about.

Lust, of course, manages the porn industry and everything involved with that. Collaborations would include aphrodisiac-based foods with Beelzebub as well as some darker projects that I'd rather not outright state here, but involve Belphegor (you can probably piece it together; this series won't shy away from dark topics, but I wanna give fair warning before I go into detail). Ironically enough, Asmodeus doesn't advertise contraceptives all that much, but I imagine he'd want pregnancy and disease to spread like crazy.

Envy tends to overlap with Greed when it comes to goods, but I can't see Leviathan advertising very much. He's the most animalistic out of the Sins and prefers the primal fear and chaos he gets out of his demons rather than material gain. He only really bothers to do it because he can't stand the other Sins having things that he doesn't.

Finally, Sloth is the mass producer of drugs of all kinds, uppers, downers, the works. Belphegor also endorses spas and resorts (for those who can afford it, of course). She doesn't advertise much, and that suits her fine since it's less work to deal with.

I'm sorry if this answer was super rambly aaaa I was just really excited to answer! ^^ Hopefully, it's an interesting read!

#ask game #the hunger series #hazbin hotel rewrite #helluva boss rewrite #ask answered #jazz rambles #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #vivziepop critical

[claymorexpunisher]

Liberación (Ch. 8/?) (WWE Fic) (18+)

Fic Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've ever imagined...

Chapter Summary: A week after Harper and Drew's first play session, Harper places herself in a position where she's forced to face her own past demons as well.

DISCLAIMER: This fic discusses past instances of abuse and mental control. Be warned. This is also NSFW and will feature various different kinks and fetishes. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag things as best I can. If you choose to read my work, do so at your own discretion. Apologies for any grammatical errors as well. Hope you enjoy!

Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley.

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, Jon Moxley, Renee Paquette, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Baron Corbin, Dominik Mysterio, and more...

Tags/TWs: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knifeplay, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Word Count: about 2,058

“Shitshitshit!” I mumbled to myself as I ran around my home after I received Cat’s text. I somehow had completely forgotten that Priest had agreed to do a demonstration on… sensual choking. Today. In a few minutes from now.

Shit.

Like Drew, Damian was also well respected within the BDSM and Kink scene. Come to think of it, everyone who walked through the doors of Liberacion was well-known and respected for some reason or another. We made sure to provide the best of the best when it came to knowledge, safety, and fun.

And Liberacion was about to have one of the best of the best lecturing in like… 30 minutes.

Everyone at the club swore that Damian and I had something going on. But truthfully… he was one of the most famous Dominants in the scene. He was a Dom through and through, so there was absolutely no way there’d ever be anything between us.

No matter how much of an absolute dream he was…

Our relationship was playful and flirty at most but nothing more. And despite our mutual friends pushing for more, I was more than happy for it to stay that way.

No way in hell was I going to put myself in such a vulnerable position as a Submissive ever again. Absolutely not. Even if…

 Even if Damian’s presence alone made me wanna fall to my knees and his deep baritone voice made me wanna fold like a fuckin’ flip phone to his every whim.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I started to look for an outfit to wear to work. I had to physically stop myself from going overboard with getting dolled up and instead, I picked out my usual comfortable jeans along with a turquoise hoodie and a white t-shirt underneath.

Again, I put on one coat of mascara with a light layer of baby pink gloss, paired with dainty diamond earrings and I slipped an equally dainty silver heart-shaped ring onto my middle finger before I put on some black Vans and made my way to work.

Here goes nothing…

~~

“We have a problem…” Cat said the moment I walked through the doors of Liberacion.

That’s not what I like to hear. Ever. But especially not on a day filled with lectures and demos.

“What’s wrong?- Hola, papito…” I purred as I shifted my eyes towards Damian, letting them trail over his statuesque body appreciatively. I forgot about Cat completely as Damian came over to take my hand in his and he gave me a kiss on the cheek as a greeting.

“Hola, Mamita.” Damian replied. He wore a tight grey tshirt, some dark wash jeans, thin-rimmed glasses, and a playful smirk on his face that had me blushing from head to toe.

Cat snapped us both back to reality with a pointed clearing of her throat and we focused on her once again.

“Like I said, we have a problem. Rhea was going to help with Damian’s lecture today, but she got called in to do some media stuff for WWE. And there’s literally no one else who can fill in. Everyone’s got something going on or they’ve got multiple demos-“

“I can fill in for Rhea.” I replied without thinking. My eyes widened slightly when I registered my own words, but it was too late.

“What.” Damian and Cat said. They both didn’t know a lot about what my ex-husband Jason had put me through. But they knew enough to be left completely dumbfounded at my sudden enthusiasm to put myself in such a position, even if it was just a demo.

“Yeah! I don’t mind. I mean I’d have to move some things around in my schedule, but it’s no biggie.” I smiled confidently at them both, partly to convince them and partly to convince myself that this was gonna be a piece of cake.

What the fuck did I just get myself into?...

~~

I took about 5 minutes to collect myself in my office after I agreed to do this demo.

What the fuck was I thinking?!

There was no way I could get through this… there was no way I’d get through this without thinking about-

There was a knock at my office door.

“Harp? Muñeca, can I come in?” Damian’s silky deep voice called from the outside of my office.

“I’ll be out in a sec.” I replied, my voice sounding a bit frazzled to my own ears.

“…Alright.” I heard Damian sigh deeply before his footsteps got farther and farther away.

I didn’t want him or anyone to see me on the verge of a panic attack. What good would that do?

‘Get it together, Harper Marie. You have a job to do and you’re gonna do it. Get it together.” I mumbled to myself until the tremors in my hands stopped, and I was more present. Then I plastered a smile on my face and met up with Damian and everyone for the demo.

My legs threatened to buckle underneath me as Damian introduced us both to the class and he started to give a rundown of the basics of sensual choking. He told the students that he’d give a bit of a q&a at the end of the class if they had any doubts or concerns.

Luckily my job as his “assistant” was mostly to stand there and look pretty. If I were the one giving this class, I don’t know if words would come easy.

Especially once Damian’s hands gently slid around my throat. Up until that point I had completely tuned out from the class for my own sanity and embarrassingly, I flinched at the soft skin-to-skin contact around my neck.

“What’s the matter? You scared of me?” Damian joked, trying to lighten the mood and I was so grateful for it. For him. For him and his comforting touch and warm gaze silently coaxing me to relax. A few people in the classroom chuckled as I blushed and let out a soft giggle, not meeting Damian’s eyes for a moment.

He wasn’t Jason. Not even close. My heart knew that even though my mind couldn’t reconcile it for a few seconds.

I’m not sure what the hell was in the air, but I let myself fully relax and I let Damian’s good-natured humor wash over me until I was joking right back. I hadn’t felt that safe in what felt like forever.

Damian was a friend, sure. And we were doing nothing but a demonstration. But this felt… entirely different.

Charged. Energetic. Magnetic… terrifying yet I had never felt safer.

“How I’m doing this right now- that’s not what you wanna do. You can, but just be mindful that that’s how unfortunate accidents can happen. You wanna make your partner come, you don’t wanna murder them.” Damian droned on, again causing a peal of laughter amongst the class and myself.

“Unless they’re into that.” I quipped, causing even more laughter. Damian turned to me with his brows raised in slight surprise and his eyes lit up with that ever-present playfulness that always seemed to be there whenever we were in a room together.

“Or unless you’ve got a little brat that you need to set straight. You can just-“Damian paused his words to fully wrap his hands around my throat. Firmly. And he gave me a slight jostle, bringing me closer to him til we stood almost chest-to-chest, making me gasp softly.

Oh, I was gone by then. And I knew it. He knew it too if the slight twitch of a smirk was anything to go by.

“But not too hard, of course. All ways of choking can be dangerous, but this one especially is. The windpipe is right in the middle of the throat so you can cause serious damage if you’re not careful or you don’t know what you’re doing… but if this is something your partner wants- always, always communicate. You should be doing that anyway, but like I said, this is especially dangerous… Hand signals are a great way to communicate if need be. But talk beforehand, see what they’re comfortable both of you are comfortable with and for how long.”

Damian suddenly stood behind me and slowly wrapped both his large hands on either side of my throat and I swore I was floating onto another fuckin planet. Forcing myself to come back down from that floaty space that felt cozy yet terrifying all at once, took every inch of my will.

“This is much safer. Your fingers are nowhere near the windpipe, but you can still apply enough pressure to make it pleasurable without doing significant damage. But again, communicate… personally, this is one of my favorites ways of doing it.” I heard the smirk in his voice and face heated up even as my mouth moved of its own accord.

“Is it, Sir?... hm. Ya learn somethin’ new every day, huh?” I smirked at the students, and I heard a few of them chuckle and giggle in response.

Instead of answering my question, I was shocked into silence as Damian gave me another gentle yet firm jostle, pressing our lower bodies flush together.

“You can get some nice leverage too, if you catch my drift.” His velvety voice went husky, somehow impossibly deeper than usual and I felt my skin burn with arousal.

God it must be about 200 degrees in this room right now. It had to be. I even caught some of the students blushing every so often.

“Behave.” Damian whispered in my ear, and the urge to be combative almost suffocated me.

What the fuck was wrong with me? Not even a few minutes ago I was thisclose to puking my guts out with anxiety at the prospect of being at someone else’s mercy- no matter that it was just a demo and not a full-on scene. And now I was acting like a brat who wanted to poke and poke and poke until-… until what?

I didn’t wanna think too hard about that answer. But… this was fun.

But it was over way too quickly for my liking.

Before I knew it, Damian was doing a final q&a with the students, and I was on my way back to my office to do make some phonecalls.

But I was walking on legs that felt like they were made of play-doh.

Tammie quickly caught up with me. Alongside her was Liv, who had stopped by for a bit, and Catarina.

“What was that?” Tammie asked as she smirked like the heathen she was.

“Seriously, I felt like we were all intruding.” Cat laughed. “That was hot!” she added, and Liv added in her two cents as well.

“I almost went into subspace! Guys. That hasn’t happened in…ages! What the fuck.” I exclaimed as my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

All three women followed me into my office, taking up the couch as soon as I shut the door behind me.

“What the shit!” I exclaimed again, trying to make sense of what just happened while the girls just watched in light amusement.

“Are you okay?” Cat asked tentatively, now assessing my pacing form as I wore a hole into the carpet of my office.

I didn’t know how to answer that.

“I don’t know how to answer that.” I replied honestly, voicing my thoughts, which was a rare occurrence when it came to my deepest feelings which I held onto with a vice grip on most occasions.

“It’s okay to take time to process. That would just be a demo to most of us. But for you it’s different. That took balls! Considering…” Tammie said, letting her words hang in the air as I finally sat down on the far end of the couch to her right. “Priest asked me to tell you to text him when you can. He wants to know that you’re good.” She said, and my heart gave out a little.

What the hell does this all mean for me and for the promise I made to myself that I wouldn’t submit to a man’s desires ever again?

What the hell does this mean when doing so- even for a fucking demo- felt so damn good with Damian.

So damn right…

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#wwe fic #liberación #wrestling fic #my wip #wwe smut #wwe fanfic #damian priest #damian priest fanfic #wrestling smut #ofc harper x damian priest #harper x damian #damian priest x ofc

[rubydoowhereru]

Not gonna lie totally forgot there was like a mash up of WWE and giant monster movie in like 2021. Never got to see it but with my love for RGTK I can't help but imagine an AU that takes the premise of Rumble.

People's fear of sea monsters slowly turns into an admiration, and it's noted how often the various sea kingdoms fight each other for power or rulership. Thus, humanity comes up with a WWE-style event where the giants of the undersea kingdom (and beyond) fight each other for title of Champion. The monsters get to vent out their frustrations and humanity gets a new form of entertainment.

Agatha being the former world champion, who gave it up to Nerissa because she was tired of that lifestyle, and everyone in Oceanside is excited to see whether or not Ruby will retake the title. Mostly because everyone is tired of how much of an arrogant braggart Nerissa is as she effortlessly dominates the competition, cough she's actually cheating with the use of the trident to empower herself cough. Grandmamah being the most go-ho for Ruby to follow in her footsteps because she was the first to hold the title and is disappointed that Agatha gave it up to the mermaid queen, her bitter rival.

#ruby gillman teenage kraken #ruby gillman

[areapermostcapricious]

* important headcanons to consider.

can they use chopsticks : Oh absolutely. Kuja prides himself on being ~immaculately cultured when it comes to various sorts of etiquette, and it just wouldn't do for him to go somewhere and be unable to engage in customary eating practices.

what do they do when they can’t sleep : Kuja typically doesn't need a lot of sleep anyway, but if he can tell that he actually needs some rest, he'll read something he's already read before and hope that the monotony will help him relax. He'll also listen to some of the more soothing records he's accumulated for the record player he snatched while on his travels.

what would they impulse buy at the grocery store : Admittedly, Kuja is the sort that loves to shop. He'll have his list of the major items that he needs to procure, of course, but he wants to always make sure he has absolutely everything he needs. Thus, impulse buys are inevitable---particularly any sweets he might want to treat himself to later. Bonus points if it's something he's yet to try, because he's all about novelty when it comes to his snacks.

what order do they wash things in the shower : No showers, only baths. And of course the major work is on the hair, which would afterwards have to be piled up under a towel so that he could wash the rest of himself. So... it's basically a head-to-toe sort of deal. And it's quite the hefty ordeal :|

what’s their coffee order : Has to be a specialized latte, of course, with all the delicious syrups and extra sugar and almond milk or whatever. But it's always going to be ~different each time he orders, bc he wants each purchase to present a new taste experience.

what sort of apps would they have on their smartphone : Supposing this is a modern au (tho tbh my Kuja, from all his travels, does have a cute little flip phone that's he's veeery picky about when it comes to giving out its number), I'd say pleeeenty of photo apps, a normal messenger app, then something for secret messages like signal, reading apps, and puzzle games.

how do they act around children : Kuja tends to treat kids like they're dumb little animals, from the moment they're born as wee babies to the time they hit their teens. Only when someone finally becomes an adult do they finally appear on his radar. However... admittedly, he can think babies are cute---but like, when they're not crying and being gross. :/

what would they watch on tv when they’re bored and nothing they really like is on : Oh garbage TV or soap operas, definitely. Anything full of exaggerated drama or complicated, over-the-top stories and plot twists. Also I can easily imagine him liking WWE-brand wrestling. For like, no particular reason, of course. uvu

tagged by: @triggerxhappy , thank youuuu! <333 tagging: @adagaium @aftrliight @backalleybrawl @calamitysshatteredson @chosenbythecrystal @crystalcracked @deathleads @gravitasfatum @her-enlightened-ladyship @hyperionswrath @kalfov @kazeofthemagun @killerhubby @lionfated @piers-sxngs @rhapscdos @shiroi---kumo @tailoringtayngtay @ultimateutopia and whoever else wants to do it uvu

#dash games

[popculturebuffet]

July 4th Special Review: Celebrity Deathmatch : July 4th Spectacular W/Bonus Match (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

Happy 4th you happy people! It’s america’s birthday and sadly it hasn’t been her proudest year what with a bunch of lying , selfish, overpolicing assholes deciding to ban abortion and cost people their lives and freedoms because they don’t agree with them, even worse given one of said assholes is a woman herself yet felt this was remotely okay, and two others are out and out sex monsters who somehow got to supreme court.  And yes I am indeed opening with that as while I love this country, I feel what happened in the last few weeks was disgusting and hope despite overwhleming odds we get it overturned. 

It’s been a few weeks caked with dread and being disapointed in our country, so I was thankful to take this review on as it’s a nice break, to take a second and not look on in shame at our country but look at what it’s capable of: a bunch of clay puppets beating each other to death in over the top slapstick while one of the ringside refs pretends to be a vietnam vet. You know something for everyone. So it’s time to get back in the ring with Celebrity Deathmatch

For those less familiar with the show, quick recap: Celebrity Deathmatch was beautifully animated and wonderfully stupid show on MTV, pitting various celebrties dead or alive, they had a time machine after all, in as you’d expect, fights to the death, basically taking the WWE Attiude Era style of the time with it’s violence and crassness and adding in celebrity parodies, wonderful claymation and slapstick yet gory deaths. The result is as you can imagine hit or miss: Some eps i’ve watched haven’t been very good with gilbert gottfrieds guest spot being unreviewable... he was naturally the best part.

But i’m happy to say today’s selection is a keeper. While there is some dated ness to some of the comedy here and there, this is the first ep i’ve watched where only a joke or two in the matches has aged badly. The rest of it works wonderfully and i’m happy to show it to you this america explosion day. I’m also throwing in a cool bonus, a match from another episode i’m doing completely free because i’ve been on a beavis and butthead kick for obvious reasons. You can guess which one. So let’s ring the fucking bell and get ready to rumble shall we?

Wraparound: As usual the show has a running plot with our commentary team, the infalppable Johnny Gomez and wacky screwup who keeps a great deadpan Nick Diamond. Today’s match is set on the 4th itself , and besides celebrating the day with america themed violence , some vetrans are present, including Johnny himself who served in grenda.. a country we invaded and was called out by various countries as “fucked up man”. 

So Nick fakes being a vetran and Johnny while clearly suspcious just sorta rolls with it because he wants to get on with the show. We also get our delightful image form that as Nick sneak attacks Johnny just to prove he was in nam.... and to show off his severed ear necklace. The punchline that he stole all his war paraphenlia including the ears is also great, as is them beating his ass. God bless our men in uniform. 

Opening Musical Number:

The episode is padded out after the card is laid out with one minute and 30 seconds of what I THINK are supposed to be the ramones performing a rock based version of various patrotic tunes. 

Match 1: Bill Clinton Vs Ken Starr

This is easily the weakest match on the card... in part because it’s a match between a serial sexual harasser who lied to the country, ruined a young woman’s life by seducing her (Though Mrs. Lewinski has not only bounced back but was a writer on the American Crime Story season covering the whole affair, which was excellenty), stringing her along and then throwing her under the bus to save himself, and a selfish republican asshat who went after clinton not because he was legit in the wrong, and he was, but because they wanted to bring him down and whose legal team harassed Monica for a full day, keeping her imprisoned illegally. Neither of these men are ones I care if they win. They both suck and I really don’t get what the point is. That Bill Clinton was charming enough to escape the consequences of his actions? That people loved him but piled shit on monica? Yeah as you can tell watching American Crime Story: Impeachment really.. didn’t make this the best watch, but unlike some matches i’ve watched it wasn’t unwatchable either as they did some shockingly good jokes on clinton’s word salad attempts to avoid perjury, and given how trod the road was at the time that’s impressive, and the finish is awesome: Starr in a rage attacks the crowd and clinton punches the fucker into the liberty bell cracking it.  I may no longer like the man.. but damn that’s fun. 

Match 2: James Van Der Beek (W/Bill Clinton) Vs Sadam Hussien

Look I haven’t watched Dawson’s Creek and with the Iraq War since this and the massive loss of life.... yeah this shouln’t of worked. But the sheer lunacy of the match makes it work: Teen, at the time, hearthrob and future best thing abotu don’t trust the b in apartment 23, and that show had Krystn Ritter so i’ts a high bar to climb, James Van Der Beek versus Sadam Freaking Hussien is just too insane for me not to love it from ref (lovingly dressed up like uncle sam) Mills lane checking him for weapons, to James using the asknig about the relationship cliche of teen dramas to sucker Sadam, to BILL CLINTON RUNNIN GIN WITH A STEEL CHAIR, to WMD cheeseburgers, this match is just too lovingly nuts for me to hate and you can’t not like James Van Der Beek finishing off a dictator with the american flag. Him getting arrested for it not so much but still a fun match. 

Main Event: George Washington W/Teddy Rosevelt vs Abe LIncoln W/Richard Nixon

This one is just pure crack in the best way. It’d be fun enough taking two cultural icons and having them try and murder each other.. but the show added in by having manly man and big drinker Teddy Rosevelt and walking garbage fire Richard Nixon as the cornermen, with Nixon naturally talking Washington into fighting dirty, from handing him an axe to convincing him he’s the best. Seeing Washington play heel is amazing and the best use of our founding father i’ve seen this year.. and i’ve seen him as a cannibal. It’s just such a contrast and adding in him using quarters as throwing stars it’s just marvelous. LIncoln meanwhile tries to be civil.. till Washington destroys his hat

Though he looses a leg to the axe, and for once a ref is useful in something resrembling wrestling as Mills Lane orders Nixon out and when he naturally refuses because Sewer Monsters don’t listen to orders well, Teddy decaptates his ass. I mean.. it won’t really stop him from doing his usual stuff

But it’s a valiant effort. We also get lincoln using lady liberty’s tourch to BURN GEORGE WASHINGTONS TEETH. This... this is why I honestly dont’ have a ton of jokes for this one. It’s just so glorious on it’s own what do I fucking add?  The final joke is also great as we get a mount rushmore of president heads, with Nixon in place of jefferson because shut up. All in all a glorious, goryious match. Go find this episode and because you stuck around here’s a bonus treat

Bonus Match: Beavis Vs Butthead

This was part of the episode Fandemonium III though you can find the complete match on the offical mtv youtube. And I recommend you do as this was fun. The writers of CDM got beavis and butthead to a point, and we even get them being slapped greatly after Beavis, as you’d expect, asks if he can do mills lane’s grandughter. Mike Judge even guest starred to do the animation and the voices. So combined with good writing it comes off exactly how you thinmk it  would: The two, given a bunch of cartoony weapons, being entirley stupid and not getting their fighting to the death , instead screwing around with weapons and nearly killing each other, going claymation thanks to fire extinquishers, and generally being themselves. We even get adults not getting how dumb they are with Nick and Johnny assuming their hurting each other is brillant strategy and not you know, a normal thursday for them. The finish is also awesome as we get THE GREAT CORNHOLIO who destroys butthead and shreds him .. and plans to use the shreds as teepee fo rhis bunghole which is horrifying but perfectly fittng. Thanks for reading and happy fourth

#mtv #celebrity deathmatch #the 4th of july #indepdence day #beavis and butthead #james van der beek #richard nixon #bill clinton #george washington #ken starr

[fredcasden]

Good morning everyone,

Yesterday afternoon I went over to Cooper Hospital to visit my mom, kind of a surprise to her, when I got there, it was right after she was brought back to her room from a radiation session. She was her usual self (for those who know her, you know what I mean lol). Found out the plan is to move her to a rehab facility to help her get some strength back and to moving around, The trick is finding a facility that will be able to accommodate getting her to and from appointments. We are raising money to help cover these costs, if you would like to donate visit: https://gofund.me/6adf8354

Now since I don't drive, had to take a cab there and back... and it does boggle my mind that the best cab company in my home town doesn't have all of its drivers being bilingual. It lead to some major confusion, particularly when coming back home, as I was at one side of the hospital, but they pick up at the other. So I had to 'run' all the way over. Needless to say, I got some cardio in!

Anyway, last night's stream saw a couple of raids done in addition to a lot of side quests, with the highlight discovering there are Hippo Carts that can be acquired as mounts via one of the Tribal Quests paths. That does give me incentive to actually focus on doing all the Trial Quest grinding at some point. On a side note, since I don't do the raids as frequently as others m trying to recall what to do in various instances.  

Also during the stream, the subject of old cartoon themes came up, so we ended up looking at a few intros for shows like Godzilla (1978), New Adventures of Johnny Quest, Sailor Moon, and New Adventures of Winnie The Pooh!

For the raid we dropped in on Kalenal as they were playing Final Fantasy XIV over at twitch.tv/kalenal!  

Stream Clip Links

I thought they were elephants!

Get Rezzed and Wreck 'Em!

Are they racing the hippos?!

Since I went to visit mom, I didn't do any writing yesterday in regards to the current Mass Effect short story commission that I have on the docket. I plan to make some headway on that today either before the stream or after.

Vince McMahon plotting a return to the WWE is the worst thing that can happen to that company, much like Donald Trump, the world has moved on!

Today's Fitness Boxing 2 daily workout featured Body Uppercut Combo, Body Straight Combo and Double Combo #1 for 29 minutes.

A guy told me, "Nothing rhymes with orange." So I replied, "No it doesn't."

Song of the Day: Natural by Imagine Dragons.

For tonight's stream we'll be starting the Persona 3 cast side of the story for Persona 4 Arena UltiMax. So on that note, we'll see you later over on twitch.tv/fredcasden!

[aritamargarita]

ATTITUDE || 001

IT'S YOUR FIRST introduction to the World Wrestling Federation and you’re surprised at the fan reaction. It makes you giddy, but now people (including those in the back) are going to be expecting much of you. Your two best friends, Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler, return back to the hotel room and you guys chat before heading to sleep.

The adrenaline rush is still coursing through your veins as Shane McMahon helps you back over the barricade. You had just shown up to interfere in a match between Matt Hardy and the Big Show.

Shane told you that you needed to focus your attention on the redhead, Lita, and deal with the other, Trish Stratus, if necessary.

At one point in the match, Lita yanks Trish off of the apron and her shirt went along with it. Yikes.

Shane figured that this was a wonderful opportunity for you to get in there. He lightly pushes you forward and that was your cue to get the hell in there.

Lita was so busy with trying to beat on Trish that she hadn’t even noticed you jumped over the barricade. You can see her scream at Trish to “get up” as you approach. Her back is toward you. Perfect!

At first, the crowd was confused, but once realizing that you weren’t a fan, they holler and cheers at your appearance, quickly recognizing you from WCW.

“Is that—my god!” JR yells. “That’s [Name], from WCW!”

The crowd seems to get even louder when you yank Lita‘s shoulder and turn her toward you to smash your forearm right in her face.

Trish is looking on in awe, covering herself and scooting backward from the scene. Whoever you were, you kind of saved her?!

“She’s not taking too kindly to Lita right now!” Paul exclaims with laughter in his voice. “Fight, fight, fight!”

Lita doesn’t even get a chance to fight back, you’re moving way too fast.

It’s a little strange to hear the crowd so excited, but you try not to let it distract you as much.

Before you had gotten out of there, you made sure to give Lita a final parting gift. A swift DDT. You throw your arm around her neck and sweep your leg back, before pulling both of you down to the floor. Lita’s head slams into the concrete and you hop up from your spot.

The crowd gives a resound “ooooh” in response. If your DDT was in a box, it’d be wrapped with the prettiest bow anyone has ever seen.

Meanwhile, Trish wants to be thankful to you, this stranger that beat the hell out of Lita. Yet, she’s not sure if she should be feeling so grateful.

Covering herself with her coat, she slowly starts to make her way to the other side of the ring. She doesn’t want any problems with you!

And luckily for Trish, you didn’t have enough time to handle her, so you’ll save it for next show. Just disrupting the match equilibrium is enough.

No one was expecting you at all. You’re following behind the footsteps of people like Lance Storm, Hugh Morrus, and Booker T…..you are officially the fourth star to appear from WCW.

These random occurrences were no coincidence. To the WWF, it just meant man or woman, anyone could get it at any time.

Let it be known that the forbidden door is completely blown off its hinges. There was no longer any boundaries.

You had quickly made your way out before security could retrieve you and Shane had been waiting for you by the barricade. You two made a swift exit, with him encouragingly patting your side as he holds onto you.

Right now, he’s still guiding you out to the limousine with a camera trailing behind you two. The crowd cheers don’t end despite you two getting the hell out of there. You can still hear the noise from the arena.

“Great job, [Name]!” He exclaims. “Bet my father wasn’t expecting that! Now both divisions have something to look out for!” Shane quickly opens the door for you. “Get in!”

You quickly hop into the limo, shuffling in. Shane follows you and closes the door afterwards.

And just like that, it was the start of your WWF journey. You had always wondered if it’ll be like WCW. The backstage environment was sure to be different than this ones.

You suppose there was only one way to find out.

You’re splayed out in the seat of the limo, and though Shane had squished in there with you, he finds it to be a better idea to go sit across from you.

“I haven’t heard people cheer like that for a woman in years!” A but of an exaggeration, but it still holds true. People made a lot of noise for you.

Your attention is on the ceiling. It still hasn’t set in that the crowd might actually like you. You’re more focused on the fact that you’re actually here in the WWF.

You wouldn’t have ever guessed it. WCW was the place you wanted to be when you started. Years before you debuted, all you did was practice.

Really. Practice, practice, practice. Until you couldn’t move anymore. Your old mentor, Madusa, ensured that you were conditioned enough to be in the ring.

She kept you there for a while. You’d jokingly say that she was holding you hostage, but it ended up being for your benefit. You learned that they would pull the women from the school too early.

Madusa did not want them to make that mistake. She made sure you knew what you were doing before you could go anywhere!

You have to admit though, the training at the power-plant facility wasn’t the best. There were other woman who didn’t exactly know what they were doing. It was easy for them to mess up.

And it’s actually where you met your two close friends, Stacy and Torrie. You were nervous, they were nervous, it’s only inevitable you three would mutter things to one another.

You were more than happy to give them tips on what you knew. From you, they were more than happy to learn. Eventually it grew from only talking in the school to completely hanging out with each other.

It was really nice to finally make some genuine friends.

Shane takes you out of your daydream by holding out a bottle of champagne. “A performance like that deserves some reward! Want some?”

“No, I’m okay.” You shake your head. “But hey, I’m just glad I could get in there!”

Shane thinks you’re downplaying yourself. “Seriously, that was amazing.” He says. “I couldn’t believe it. WWF should know by now there’s one hell of a storm brewing.”

You didn’t realize it at first, but maybe you like this so called “invasion” more than you thought you would.

“You mind if we head to Times Square? I’m due to speak WWF New York.”

Your reply is sluggish. “Yeah, yeah, sure. What is that?”

“It’s mainly a restaurant, but we do some live events there too.” He summarized. 

That quickly reminds you of the WCW Grill in Vegas. You’ve been there many times, whether it to be signing things or just hanging out with other coworkers. 

You lean up from your seat. “WCW had something like that in Vegas! They closed last year though. Bummer, I kinda liked their food. And I think I had a menu item once!”

“Really? Well, I’m sure the WWF’s will be better.” Shane pauses for a second. “I mean, for once. Besides, we’ll be bigger and better. Then you can really get your name on the menu.”

You let out a chuckle. He slipped up a little. “Right.”

”I’m gonna need you for Smackdown too.” Shane says. “You don’t have to worry that much about transportation since we’re staying here for it.”

Oh joy! Seriously! No worrying about catching a flight tonight, that’s less stress on your shoulders. 

“Then I’ll be there.” It’s not like you wouldn’t be anyway.

”While you’re at it, mind asking Torrie if she could attend as well?” He requests you.  “I’ve got a great idea for the both of you.”

A great idea, he says. Not like you’ve heard that before. “Color me intrigued, what’s the plan?” 

“I want you ladies to go undercover in the WWF. Somehow, someway. Get as much information as you can from anyone you run into.” He explains. “If anything goes wrong, WCW will protect you. You’ve got my word on that.”

“I believe you. But how should I do that? Just waltz up in there and proclaim I’m one of them now? I just attacked Lita!” You throw your arms out for extra emphasis.

“Relax. Just act like you were misguided. And when you learned that I wasn’t in the right, you want to change your ways. If I were you, I’d apologize to Lita first.”

It was only a six minute drive from MSG to WWF New York. When the limo pulls up, you can hear the sound of the crowd on the outside of it.

The only thing you could do was nod at Shane. It’s go-time.

Leaning up from your spot, you take a second to fix yourself up, fixing your shirt and adjusting your hair so that it’s presentable. Wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea…

Rumors still can circulate, even if you were seen in the ring earlier! The last thing you wanted was for dirt sheets to grasp at straws, with your boss of all people.

Shane gets out first, then takes a second to open the door. He then pulls it open and you are greeted with the crowd on both sides of the sidewalk.

When they turn their heads to see who else was in the vehicle, they cheer over at you. All you can really do is wave with a smile.

Do they really know who you are?

Photographers are at the ready, their bright white lights flashing at you. It makes you squint every time a camera would go off. You just hoped those photos won’t come out bad.

Shane waits for you, offering his arm for you to take while you get out of the car. You happily take it and he ushers you to go inside.

It’s like walking the red carpet, albeit shorter and quicker. You two go in, and you try to look at what they’ve got on display as you walk.

Lots and lots of action figures. You can only look over there for a few seconds, but you do catch a Lita figure on one of the holders.

There’s a lot of others, but you’re not quite sure who they are. Stone Cold Steve Austin? Triple H? Edge? None of those people ring a bell.

As you two approach the steps, there’s only one thing pops into your mind.

…You can’t believe that this place has two floors! So far, it was beating that WCW Grill by a long shot. Upstairs was for merchandise, and as you two go down you assume that the restaurant was around here.

You’re greeted by another large crowd of people and the both of you make your way over toward the stage.

The camera nearby moves over to the both of you.

Shane lets go of your arm and goes to grab a mic from a stagehand. You wait for him by the center of the stage.

Before he says anything, he reaches down toward the crowd to give them high fives. Shane comes back toward you.

“Surprise,” He says. “Well obviously, I’m not Perry Saturn, and she’s not Terri Runnels. But dad, I know you can hear me. It’s your son Shane, how’re you doing?”

The crowd cheers his name and you keep the smile on your face. This place was WWF New York, but before anyone knew it, it could easily become WCW New York.

“You know, the one that owns WCW. The very organization that has you a little heated under the collar. Because WCW continues to infiltrate your WWF.” Shane motions over toward you.

“[Name] made an example out of two women on your roster, and believe me, that won’t be the end of it.”

You nod your head. You’re eager to take these women down, one at a time. You definitely need to make a mental checklist.

Shane continues on. “You see dad, that is done out of necessity. Because in order to build a brand like WCW, we need television exposure. But I’ve gotta give you credit on this because I didn’t think it was possible, through all of your connections you have been able to block WCW from airing on any television network period.”

When he pauses again for a split second, the crowd cheers him.

“Here’s how it’s gonna go down.” He says. “I may not be able to compete with your checkbook but I can compete with your brains. Since you have prevented WCW from airing on any network, it’s now time for WCW to invade the WWF.”

You clap your hands toward him, then try to signal for the crowd to make some noise. They do and you smile. “Thank you!” Although your words were drowned out by the crowd.

“One of the people to lead the charge in one division stands here next to me,” Shane turns to you. “I reckon that she’ll become the next Women’s Champion in no time..”

You hope so. That’s a big step in your career. You were one year too late in getting the WCW Women’s Championship, despite Madusa’s efforts to revive it.

To your surprise, Shane holds out the mic toward you. He must’ve expected you to say something.

You try not to look like a deer in headlights as you take the mic and speak up.

“All I want is to lead WCW to victory. Whatever it takes, I will do…so let this be a warning to the entire women’s division. What I did to Lita was a demonstration of what’s to come. Trust me when I say that no one can stop me, but feel free to try if you want to…that is if you don’t want to end your career early!”

Shane laughs at your words. Hopefully the women (and men if they so dared,) would take heed. You pass the mic back to him.

“Oh, but that’s not all,” He points a finger up. “Might I introduce the second person to lead the charge, I’m sure that you and Stone Cold Steve Austin know this man very well. Ladies and Gentlemen, the WCW Champion, give it up for Booker T!”

As Booker makes his way from behind the curtain with a mic, he throws up his arms.

You watch as he reaches down to high five the fans. After of which, you reach out your own hand for him to shake. He grabs your hand and shakes firmly.

Shane mimics you, shaking his hand as well.

“Last night, at King of the Ring, it was just too easy, no, it was just too damn easy to take you outta the game!” Booker says.

There are mixed reactions at his words, with more cheering than booing from the antsy crowd.

“—And you call yourself the WWF Champion? I respect that, but ask me what I call you. I’m calling you out to let you know that if you want some you can come and get some, because I’m gonna be here at WWF New York, kicking it all night long!”

Shane brought back up his own mic. “I’d like to call this my dream team. These two are going to lead my brand new company to victory. Dad, this is a warning to you.  I’m just here to say that you’re on borrowed time..”

That’s all that was needed to say.

Shane was 100% sure that his father was watching. He’s also sure that he was boiling in anger. It’s exactly what he wanted.

The camera makes sure to get all three of you into frame. It’s up to you, as that’s left was for you and Booker T to apply pressure on the WWF..

After the segment at WWF New York, Shane fortunately allowed you to return to your hotel, but told you to watch the remainder of Raw when you could on the television.

You’re not exactly sure what his plan was, but now you’re curious to see. All you knew is that Booker T was asked to stay and they went off somewhere else while you just left through the back this time.

Just what in the world were they up to?

Shane was nice enough to send you your own limousine after bidding you a good night. Most of your energy had fizzed out and you could tell that his had too.

All you were excited for was to flop onto your bed. You don’t even move the comforters, all you do is just lie down for a few minutes. You’re sure you can move a little later.

There’s a lot of big changes going on in your life right now. You think the first biggest one was Shane McMahon’s entry to WCW and how quickly everyone went on his side.

It’s only fair. It’s the competition, hell, it’s the son OF the competition. Who specifically came in saying that he was against his father.

But what made him so trustworthy anyway? A lot of your coworkers were immediately on his side. You knew WCW was declining, but you never thought everyone else would stoop low enough to side with competition.

At least, not that quickly. The way things were going in the company, it made you feel like you had no choice but to trust him. So far, no betrayals, so everything is going okay so far.

You do get enough energy to at least turn on the television to Raw. You figure it’s only right to honor Shane’s request.

Immediately, you’re greeted by the sight of Shane McMahon heading down the ramp with a pep in his step. His father is not happy to see him at all.

Seeing the brand new WCW logo projected onto the ramp makes you feel…

Well, you don’t know how it makes you feel. You can safely say it makes you feel weird though.

You’re so used to it having an obnoxiously large watermark behind it, with the barely visible text of “World Championship Wrestling”.

Now it’s all small, jagged with the points on each letter. You have to tilt your head slightly in order to see it better.

Eventually, the camera moves away from the ramp and decided to follow Shane who was circling around the ring.

With you being able to hear the commentators properly, you wonder what they had to say about your prior run-in. You should’ve asked someone back at home to tape it!

“WCW does NOT belong in Madison Square Garden!” Paul is almost standing out of his seat by now with all of his screaming. 

“You may be right about that, but—“ Unfortunately, JR isn’t allowed to get one single word out thanks to his partner.

“You’re damn right I’m right! I grew up here, I know these things, I see these things!”

You roll your eyes. Shouldn’t Paul Heyman be worried about his own company instead of everyone else’s?

Oh, wait…

You chuckle to yourself. Thank god no one could hear your thoughts or that you were backstage. That wouldn’t have been good.

Vince is beckoning Shane into the ring, but unbeknownst to him, Booker had hopped right up into the ring, ripping his jacket off in the process.

It’s so over for him! You can’t help but smile. You watch as Booker lays in punches onto him, causing him to stagger backwards.

Booker takes advantage of this and runs toward the ropes, bounces off of them, then lifting one of his legs to give him a scissor kick.

Just to add salt in the wound, he hits a spinaroonie to get off the canvas.

How amazing is this?! You can see the entire WWF locker room run down the ramp but Shane and Booker are way too fast, making their exit.

This obviously must’ve been what Shane wanted you to see. Maybe this means that the ball is back in your court now.

You wonder how you can upstage Booker this time. It’ll definitely be hard since he literally knocked the hell out of the literal CEO of the WWF! Vince McMahon!!

Although, Shane offhandedly mentioned he has a sister who also happens to be in the business. You could always find something to do with her if he allows it.

Are you still buzzing from earlier? You had thought your energy was all gone, but it seemed like there was still bits of adrenaline in your veins.

You had only a few seconds to make your appearance count and from what you can think back on, you did a pretty damn good job.

The sound of the door unlocking makes you snap your head to your right.

“Helloooo!” Torrie sings from the doorway. “[Naaame], are you here? I’ve got Stacy with meee!”

Ah yes, your unofficial roommate for this trip. Torrie Wilson. And Stacy, who insisted that she room with you guys this time.

You think she’s just scared of being alone, which is understandable. But there was no need for her to try and sneak into your bed when she could use the pull out couch!

“I saw you on TV,” Stacy exclaims. “You were great! You really kicked….what’s her name? Ah, who cares?! The crowd was really loud too!”

“Yeah.” Is all you can really say to that. And then you fall back onto your bed, turning away from them and putting your head onto the cold pillow.

The both of them share a look, but Torrie’s the first to question you. She takes a seat next to you on the bed. “What’s your problem tonight? I’m surprised you haven’t called us on that dying Nokia you’ve got. Normally you’d be the one to drag us out after a show.”

Torrie teasing you about your phone was nothing new, but you still take offense anyway!

“I’m holding onto it!” Your words are muffled. “My 1999 phone is getting me places, okay?!”

Stacy takes a seat on the opposite side of you. “Aren’t they making a new one in like November?”

“Are they?” You turn your head so that they can hear you better. “I hope they have other colors. But honestly, I’m tired. Kinda.”

“Kind of?” Stacy repeated. “How much sleep did you get last night?”

You hold up five fingers.  “Five, so just enough to me. I had a flight to catch to get here, so five was really pushing it. I can’t really tell if this schedule’s gonna be worse than our old one.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Torrie exclaimed, rubbing her hand on your back. “You’re right, but with Shane McMahon being our boss, I’ve gotten more sleep than I would normally! But that’s pretty bad to say, huh?”

“Yes,” You mumble. “Yes it is.” She just haaad to rub it in your face.

“Listen, I don’t think we have to be at the next show—“  You quickly interrupt Torrie. “About that, Shane wanted me to ask you to be at Smackdown. He didn’t say anything about Stacy this time.”

It makes Stacy cheer. “Yay! I get to relax aallll day tomorrow. You know what? [Name], I saw this really cute top at Delia’s earlier today. Now I can go back and buy it for you!”

“Was it that crop top with all those safety pins on the side?” Torrie turns over to Stacy. “If it was, that one totally screamed [Name].”

”YES!” She exclaimed. “That’s exactly the one I’m talking about!”

”From the sound of it, it sounds like I’m gonna have to have a lot of trust in that top.” You say. “And when did you guys go shopping??”

”Earlier. See, they said they needed us.” Torrie removes her hand from your back. “Then I guess they changed their minds since they had you?” It’s the only logical explanation she comes up with.

Whatever, it’s really no big deal. ”Well, you’re gonna be needed tomorrow anyway. And Stacy, I’m sure they’re gonna ask you to show up again. People went crazy! It would be bad if we just left you two in New York.” 

“I wouldn’t mind at all!” Stacy finally decides to take a seat too. “Times Square is beautiful! If I could, I’d totally live here.”

“I saw a rat walking down the street with pizza.” You comment. “And you’d stay here. Crazy, crazy, girl.” 

Stacy definitely rethinks it. “…Well, now that you say that, shopping only!”

“Hold on a second, it had pizza?!” Torrie exclaims.

It’s gonna be a long, long night, that’s for sure.

*painfully gives a thumbs up.* I SWEAR THIS WAS LONGER WHEN I LOOKED AT THIS OMG. but, yeah. Here we go again, please strap in for the ride

#LET ME COOK. #wwe x reader #wwe Imagine #wwe various x reader #trish stratus x reader #trish stratus imagine #lita x reader #lita imagine #matt hardy imagine #matt hardy x reader #shane mcmahon imagine #shane mcmahon x reader #WWF ATTITUDE SERIES #wwf x reader #wwf imagines #wwf imagine

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (208): Sun 9th Oct 2022

I was delighted to see that Bray Wyatt returned to WWE at last night's Extreme Rules pay per view. It's sad that any time this guy got a decent amount of momentum and fan support (Which was a lot of the time) Vince McMahon would always decide to clip the poor guys wings by feeding him to John Cena or Goldberg. Hopefully this time around HHH will do a better job of booking him and utilizing him to his full potential. As mush as I want to see him pushed to the top I don't want to see him take both belts off Roman Reigns though I'd be fine if he took just the WWE Championship from him as I want Roman to hold the Universal title for at least another two years so that he'll beat Hulk Hogan's 1st run and become the third longest reigning champion in WWE history. V1 from OSW Review suggested Bray should beat Brock Lesnar clean in his first match back which I am 100% all for as this would get him over huge, then they could have him beat Reigns for the WWE Championship and begin a lengthy reign with that belt to try and undo all the damage Vince did to his character.

Saw the video of Michael J Fox at a convention this past week and it was a bit tough to watch. His Parkinson's disease has really started to take effect. Whatever drugs he was taking were doing a good job up until now of controlling the symptoms so they were less noticeable in terms of his shakes but now it's like he's being pulled back and forth by invisible ropes. I can't imagine the discomfort the poor guy has experienced over the last 30 years. From what I've read on Twitter after the Q&A Fox also had to stand at a table while being held up by various helper in order to try and sign as many autographs as he could which seems like a really cruel thing to talk someone into doing. I hope that he managed to have fun during this appearance but you can tell the poor guy was feeling the effects of his awful disease. Hopefully a cure is found for Parkinson's as soon as possible The back of the toilet has started to leak again whenever it flushes. I told Mam this and she flushed it in order to investigate for herself and a big pool of water appeared on the bathroom floor as a result mam went to the kitchen to get some tools and in her frustration she said "I don't know what you've been doing to it". I was taken aback by this because although I can understand her frustration since she's the bill payer in the house but I can't imagine what the fuck she meant by this. "What have I been doing to it?" Well it's a toilet so there's really only two options. I love my Mam to death but she has a nasty habit of assuming that when something's gone wrong that me or one of the kids has done something deliberately to cause it. After we stopped the leaking in the bathroom things got worse as we went down to the kitchen and saw that the ceiling was leaking. The last thing we need amid the threat of rising bills is the fucking kitchen ceiling falling in. I put a towel on the kitchen floor to catch the drips and we resolved to figure this out in the morning as we were too tired to get into it tonight. However I went downstairs later on and the drips had stopped so maybe a tiny bit of water from the bathroom had dropped down onto the kitchen ceiling and now the toilet's fixed we might not have this issue again.

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Liberación (CH. 9/?) (WWE Fic) (18+)

Fic Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberación as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've ever imagined...

Chapter Summary: Weeks after Damian and Harper started amping up their little games during demos at Liberación, Harper's mind is still a jumbled mess... Damian finally decides to be a source of comfort for her. And maybe she finally decides to let him. (this is cute fluff because I need it rn tysm for reading, so sorry if it's a mess, I kinda just... wrote without any specific plans lmao!)

DISCLAIMER: This fic discusses past instances of abuse and mental control. Be warned. This is also NSFW and will feature various different kinks and fetishes. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag things as best I can. If you choose to read my work, do so at your own discretion. Apologies for any grammatical errors as well. Hope you enjoy!

Main Pairings: Drew McIntyre/OFC, Damian Priest/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley.

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, Jon Moxley, Renee Paquette, Maxwell Jacob Friedman, Baron Corbin, Dominik Mysterio, and more...

Tags/TWs: 18+, fluff, established relationships, budding relationships, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knifeplay, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Word Count: 1,588

In the following weeks, Damian and I had fallen into a dangerous- but fun- game of doing a demo every time he was in town and was able to come down to the club. And every time, there’d be some kind of “mishap” that made it, so I was forced to volunteer to help, and he’d pretend not to notice the wicked glee in my eyes every time he’d agree. At least I think that he’s been pretending… if he hasn’t been, then I’m in even bigger trouble than I thought.

Damian and I had even become a bit of a crowd favorite with the people who came by to watch. All while teaching them things of value, of course. Our playful and provocative games got a bit distracting, but we got the job done anyway and everyone came away from every class with at least one new nugget of knowledge.

I'll admit, my favorite demos to teach were the ones that were more hands-on and that put me in precarious positions, for lack of a better explanation.

And truthfully, I haven’t just been testing Damian; I’ve been testing myself as well.

After I had my freak out that first time we had worked together and I realized how much I had enjoyed being manhandled by him, I got to thinking that it couldn’t hurt to feel things out.

Every form of physical contact, including Damian's hands snug around my throat, or that hint of a playful smirk on his face directed at me whenever I'd make a smart-assed remark during class… his arm casually wrapped around my waist as he’d fondly lean down to kiss my temptation all while hiding a wide grin as we tried our damnedest-and failed- at keeping some form of professionalism. Not that the students cared, it amused them to no end.  All of it always left me feeling a bit lightheaded, thinking about the possibilities.

Depending on how daring I felt on that particular day, I'd bat my lashes at him and let out a coy 'I'm sorry Sir', knowing that I'd get the delightful sensation of Damian's firm hands tightening around my throat or a slight squeeze around my wrist in a silent warning, if not for that whispered verbal rumbling command to 'behave' that I've come to love nudging out of him.

One time I even happily let him tie my wrists onto one of the many tall stairs in the club during a rope bondage class, my almost suspended in the air while he talked about- and showed- the many ways you could deliver sweet, sweet torture to your sub with them tied up in such a vulnerable position…

But as much fun as I was having, the interactions always ended the same.

Something small would trigger thoughts of my horrible past with Jason and I’d leave the classroom as soon as the end of the class came around, and I always waited until I reached my office and then I’d fall apart.

And always, one of my friends would come and try to bring me back down and… and Damian was always close behind as well. But I never let him in. I never let him into my office or into my heart and every time, those triggering thoughts would be like a bucket of iced water, convincing me that it was best that things stay as they were. During those times I’d even pick it up on accepting Pro- Domme appointments more often, trying to convince myself that that was where I wanted to be and that I didn’t need nor crave the safety, mental freedom, and security that I knew I’d experience if I just let myself go with Damian. But then the cycle would start all over again.

Another week and another demo later, I was in my office, trying to calm my racing heart and mind. The girls were long gone at my request after I had expressed my gratitude for once again sticking by my side while my mind and body tried to come back to the present time.

I wasn’t expecting Damian to have stuck around the club long after the demo had finished and for it to be him knocking at my door so, thinking it was one of the girls who had maybe forgotten something in my office, I opened the door with a light smile.

“Oh… Hi, Dami. I… didn’t know you were still here. I’m… I’m sorry I kinda sped off. I know I do that a lot.” I said as I awkwardly fidgeted with my hands and anxiously curled and uncurled the drawstring on my hoodie around a crimson-polished index finger.

He shook his head and lightly rubbed his hands together as he sat down on my couch with me, sitting at a safe distance in order to give me space, I guessed.

God, he was wonderful…

“I’ve noticed. And I’m not gonna force you to talk about any of it if you don’t want to. I just… I just wanna make sure you’re okay. And listen, if this is too much for you, we can stop. It’s been fun and all that. But Harper… if it’s gonna come at the expense of your wellbeing, then- mejor lo dejamos asi. I don’t feel comfortable continuing if it’s gonna affect you in any way.” Damian said and I didn’t know what to say to that. On the one hand, just the thought of letting this go was incredibly disappointing. But on the other hand, I appreciated him for noticing and for caring enough about my wellbeing and setting boundaries.

That was way more than I could ask for from Jason.

Whatever he felt was right, he did. Even if it messed me up emotionally, mentally, or even physically.

And these days, I haven’t been acting any better towards myself. I know that what I had been doing was pretty damned damaging to myself.

“Um,” I finally spoke after a couple seconds of awkward silence. “I mean if… if you’re not comfortable then yeah. We can totally stop. I get it. I wouldn’t want to continue if I even had an inkling that something wasn’t quite right.” I replied, giving Damian a tight smile.

My eyes couldn’t seem to settle on his and they bounced around anxiously over our surroundings. They roamed over the sapphire blue walls in my office and the fake potted plant in one corner, over the matching blue carpet and finally settled on my clasped hand that rested on my lap.

Something inside my chest warmed as I watched as Damian’s hand slowly and carefully took mine and he rubbed the pad of his thumb along the pulse point that was thrumming hard underneath my wrist.

The action was so tender that, to my horror, I felt like bursting into tears and throwing myself into his lap and running out of my office all at once.

God, I was a mess.

“Why….” Damian sighed deeply and he frowned as he tried to get a grasp on his thoughts. It was odd to see him not really knowing what to say. I was so used to his calm and collected demeanor and his blunt honesty. “Have you been testing things out for yourself? Or just to prove something to him?”

I was completely caught off guard by his question and he didn’t miss the way my eyes widened, despite it only being a miniscule movement. Just like during every moment of closeness between, once again, I felt like I had been stripped completely bare. And I didn’t know if I liked it very much. It was… kind of terrifying.

“Shit, perdon, Muñeca. I literally just said I wasn’t gonna make you talk about it. Forget I asked. Just um… do you need anything? I can stick around a little longer if you nee- “

“Yes, please.” I sighed out before I could prevent the slip. My cheeks burned bright red as my ears detected the bottled-up neediness in my tone, but I didn’t feel like apologizing for it. Just this once, I decided to ask for the comfort I so desperately needed.

“Actually- can we just get outta here? Get some food or go for a drive or something?” I asked, a little more timidly this time, ready to hear him shoot that down with a cold swiftness I had become accustomed to. But once again Damian reminded me that he was most definitely not that kind of person. He wasn’t cruel or cold. And God dammit I was gonna cry all over again…

“Whatever you want, nena.” Damian replied and my bones melted as he wrapped me up into a tight hug.

Just this once I let myself be pampered by Damian. I happily listened as he spoke animatedly about some of the restaurants he enjoyed going to on his own or with friends whenever he was back in town.

We ended up picking up some food and going for a drive towards wherever the wind blew, and we ate our food in silence at the Tampa Bay Pier, watching the ocean waves crash and the boats coming in and out of the dock.

In the back of my mind, I thought ‘I could damn well get used to this,’ and in this very moment I didn’t know if that warm thought still scared the shit out of me, or if I was ready to just give up and sink right into it- right into Damian…

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A Slept-On Review: WWE Smackdown 8/27/22

Ricochet vs Happy Corbin

First thing first: Richochet deserves better. He’s so flippy he should keep doing that forever. Beyond the talent seen in this match alone, I’d rather not see Corbin on TV at all, but he should be nowhere near each other on the roster. Pre-first commercial, Corbin’s most interesting contribution is foddering for the elbow puns on commentary. After the said commercial, Ricochet gets thrown around including a slam into the announce table. Admittedly, I did like that this match was very well paced. Each opponent got a larger segment in the beginning before flipping offense towards the second half. In the end, Ricochet wins with a shooting star press.

Post-match, Pat uses the telestrator to show how down and out Corbin has once again become. Pat should be given screen drawing telestrator privileges forever.

Various Mini Segments 

We get a small but exciting backstage segment where Hit Row and Street Profits align themselves. 

Also, there is a video package, the first of two, for Drew ahead of Clash at the Castle. We get a look back at his indie career and first WWE run. Drew used to be so (comparatively) tiny! He also brings up his emotions on losing that first WWE contract and the death of his mother, which as a fellow member of the Dead Mom Club ™, I was about ready to sob.

Carrion Cross is also creepy in the rafters (or at least very high up in seating), but there’s nothing much new to see there. 

Nikki A.SH & Doudrop vs Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Dana Brooke & Tamina vs Shotzi & Xia Lee

That's a mouthful. Hey, WWE, can we get some formal names for these tag teams, please?

Gigi Dolin of Toxic Attraction is injured, so we have a fatal four-way to determine who will be taking their spot in the tournament, comprised of previously eliminated teams. Now, I know why Alexa and Asuka weren't included coming off of their alignment with Trish, but I still think they should have been. If for no other reason, because I love them. Nikki and Xia started this match, but quickly poor Nikki gets run over by almost everyone else as they tag in. With this match having to get put together in a limited time, they did manage to get to the point rather quickly. Natalya and Sonya win by Sonya’s trademark scheming.

Sheamus Promo 

Gunther takes the chance to interrupt quickly. I guess “starting fights and drinking pints” from Sheamus was also too corny for him. In their back-and-forth, Sheamus lists off his accomplishments (really ruminating about his win against HHH), and Gunther makes it very clear that he doesn't care. Butch snaps at Ludwig, and they proceed to go at it while the competitors just stare. This reminded me a lot of those MMA stand-offs, and I imagine they will be using that image as long as they possibly can. 

Sami and The Bloodline Backstage 

The Usos once again attempt to keep Sami from Roman, but Roman allows him in. They review last week's altercation with Drew and Sami’s loss. In what appears to be officially using Sami as a meat shield, Roman decides to see how he can do against Drew properly later in the night 

Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Aliyah & Raquel Rodriguez 

Bayley and crew are here to watch once again. I was worried this is just filler, considering how the earlier match felt. We get a nice moment of Raquel, my love, holding Aliyah like a hurt baby after she was thrown from the ring. The wrestling itself was adequate but often overshadowed by Bayley on commentary the whole time. Most of it was spent bullying Micheal Cole, which was funny. To my relief, Aliyah and Raquel get the win. So it was still filler, but with the right result.

New Day Promo 

Xavier is in a wheelchair and I'm in tears. Kofi and he review their Viking funeral and hint that it may be a proper end for them. Full honesty, they had us locked in. Before they can finish. The Viking Raider’s come in to officially “put them down”. Xavier is wheeled into the corner, and Kofi is able to get the raiders away from the injured king, we have the reveal: kendo sticks in Xavier’s “injured” leg. The New Day gets a hint of revenge and a match is set up for next week. 

The New Day better not go anywhere. I was ready to throw up.

Maximum Male Models Backstage 

MMM is having a photo shoot in the parking garage because they are MMM. Unfortunately, a bus in the parking garage has decided to blast Hit Row's music. In their natural cheekiness, their solution is spray painting the bus. But it's not Hit Row's bus! It's the Street Profits bus! Now MMM actually has to wrestle the Street Profits, and I'm very excited. 

Also, do the profits have a bus? Nice.

Sami Zayn vs Drew McIntyre 

Sami is as slippery as ever, dodging and rolling out of the ring during the beginning of the match, but does eventually get his own offense in. Even if there is a clear power and size difference, Sami is starting to hold his own again. Then there’s a run-in from the Usos and I'm so confused. Do they actually help him? Do they actually like him? I’ve personally become lost in this plot. Are they doing this for their own benefit? And if so, what’s the benefit? Are they trying to make the meat shield tactic last as long as possible? WHAT’S THE GAME?

Anyway.

Sami gets the pinfall victory, which I’m quite happy about. Then, Roman joins his cousins and they just destroy Drew, including many chair shots. It’s brutal, and even a little scary. Roman is pissed. I loved his closing line, straight to the camera over Drew’s battered body: “I want someone to take this from me.”

Chills. 

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