RINGSIDE WRESTLING : JANUARY 1997
Ringside Roundup
All the News from Coast-to-Coast
We would like to welcome everyone to our Ringside Roundup. Since our last issue quite a bit has happened on the wrestling scene. For starters the nWo continues to grow. Depending on who’s counting, there appears to be eight members in the organization: Hollywood Hogan, Scott Hall, Kevin Nash, Ted DiBiase, the Giant, “Six” (formerly known as the 1-2-3 Kid), the “fake” Sting and the new CEO of security, Vince.
If Vince looks familiar it’s because in his former life he was Ted DiBiase’s bodyguard, Virgil. More members are expected to be added to the nWo in the very near future. The Nasty Boys will be nWo members shortly and both Bam Bam Bigelow and Bret Hart have been mentioned as possible nWo members as well.
[ECW head honcho Paul E. Dangerous, along with wrestlers Sandman, Tommy Dreamer, Taz, Bubba Ray Dudley and Pitbull #2 were at ringside for the start of the WWF “In Your House” pay-per-view, but they didn’t last long. By the end of the first match, WWF security had asked them to leave. Is this the opening salvo in another inter-promotional war?]
Hart incidentally is a free agent and has yet to resign with the WWF. Meanwhile, the Hitman is being wooed heavily by the nWo. They have reportedly offered him a three year contract at a million dollars a year as well as a guaranteed three-movie deal with one of Ted Turner’s movie companies.
Right now Bret is living in an apartment in Los Angeles and he is taking acting lessons. In addition he had been going on auditions and making the rounds of the TV and movie studios. Although Bret would like to make it in Hollywood on his own, Ted Turner’s deal sounds awfully enticing.
[Will Bret Hart resign with the WWF or join the nWo?]
Just when the nWo and WCW have begun to fight it out, the WWF and ECQ have also begun an interpromotional war. At the recent “In Your House” pay-per-view from Philadelphia the ECW contingent was in full force. Sitting in the first row were Tommy Dreamer, the Sandman and Paul E. Dangerously while in the lodger were Saturn from the Pit Bulls, Bubba Ray Dudley and Taz. As soon as the ECW guys entered the Core States Arena, the ECW chants begun. Then the moment the pay-per-view went on the air the Sandman, Tommy Dreamer and Paul E. began to taunt Savio Vega.
[“Zillionaire” Ted, who seems to be providing the New World Order with much of their financial backing, shares a moment with RINGSIDE editor George Napolitano.]
At one point the Sandman even threw beer in Savio Vega’s face. Finally when the ECW crew refused to stop they were escorted from the arena. Obviously their outburst gave ECW the international exposure that they have been craving. If nothing else ECW received more exposure out of this than they ever imagined. Paul E. owes “super fans” Charlie Vladimir and Chris big time for giving up their usual first row WWF seats so that the ECW guys could sit there.
[The Nasty Boys are rumored to be nWo-bound]
First there was a fake Stinge. Now there are a fake Diesel and Razor Ramon too! While the “orginal” Diesel and Razor Ramon, Kevin Nash and Scott Hall respectively, are now doing their thing in WCW as part of the NWO as “the Outsiders,” the WWF has replacements to reprise the roles of Diesel and Razor in the WWF. Playing “Diesel” is Glenn Jacobs better know to WWF followers as the awful Issac Yankem. The Razor Ramon character is being played by Rick Bogner: AKA Big Titan in Japan.
During an ECW appearance since Titan came out as “Slice and Dice” Ramirez and in all honesty he was a better “Razor” than Razor! With Brian Lee still around, chances are good than he may reprieve his role as the Underfaker, I mean the Undertaker, should the real Undertaker leave for WCW when his WWF contract expires in a few months. One really knows what the WWF hopes to prove by having two other wrestlers portray characters that have since left the company. On the face of it, this does appear to be a very stupid move, but it may actually work out to the WWF’s advantage as the fans will surely boo the two new guys unmercifully. If they get the reaction that they are hoping to, the WWF will have created two new characters that should get a lot of negative reaction.
[Playing “Diesel” these days is Glenn Jacob’s better know to WWF followers as the awful Issac Yankem]
The September 23 editions of Monday Nitro and Monday Night Raw were sensational. The highlight on the first hour of Nitro was the WCW tag team title match between Public Enemy and Harlem Heat. When the final verdict was rendered, Public Enemy was declared the new WCW tag team champions by controversial referee Nick Patrick.
During the second hour the nWo took WCW hostage. The nWo took control of the set and ran the entire show. The Giant was the ring announcer; “Billionaire” Ted DiBiase, Hall, Nash, and Hollywood Hogan served as the color commentators; while new CEO of Security, Vince, held Eric Bischoff in check the entire hour.
On Raw, meanwhile, Marc Mero defeated Faarooq to win the vacant Intercontinental title and the WWF introduced their new “Razor.”
Besides having WWF Intercontinental champion their are new WWF tag team champions, too. On September 22, at the Philadelphia “In Your House,” Owen Hart and the British Bulldog defeated Billy and Bart of the Smoking Gunns to win the tag team title. Now the Gunns are at odds with Billy feuding with Bart. Meanwhile, the devious Sunny is the real reason that the Gunns are at odds.
[The lovely Kimona Wanalaya is among the talent being used by the new AWF!]
Brian Armstrong, better known to WWF fans as the Roadie, has returned to the Federation. On his return, Armstrong revealed that it was he and not Double J who actually was the voice behind Jeff Jarrett’s song “With My Baby Tonight.” This time around however, Armstrong will be wrestling and not working as someone’s gofer.
Doug Furnas and Dan Kroffat made their ECW debut and wrestled Sabu and Rob Van Dam in an incredible tag team match. After the 30-minute time limit had expired neither team had captured a fall. Look for Furnas and Krofatt to wind up in the WWF.
Look for the American Wrestling Federation to make its 1996 debut on your local television station within the next few weeks, On September 15, AWF Champion Tito Santana, Sgt. Slaughter, Road Warrior Hawk, Missy Hyatt, Kimona Wanalaya, Ken Resnick, Rico Suave and CEO Paul Alperstein were in New York at the All Star Cade to announce that the AWF were coming back on the scene. With the way WCW and the WWF have been drawing in the past several months it looks like there is room for another organization. That’s all for this issue. Look for us again on your favorite newsstand next month!
Until then, see you at RINGSIDE!
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!! suggestive (and mini smut) - minors dni; bimbo (fem)!reader has simon wrapped around her pinky (we luv to see it!); the squad’s here too; hinted age difference (30s v. 20s)
when they ask him where you two met, simon always tries his best to tamp down the smile threatening to grace his lips before clearing his throat and answering, "in the ER."
the questions that follow are always repetitive: 'what, why?', 'what happened?', 'how did things even go from there?' the last one is often paraphrased into some other versions, but the sentiment remains – people always get surprised, reduced into awkward stumbling because how could you even segue into a romantic relationship from having met in the ER?
well, simon thinks, it's actually quite fucking simple.
it was three in the morning and simon was in the lobby, waiting to be called in, when he saw you walk in: you clutched your broken heeled shoes in your hands, your beautiful legs were bearing injuries and cuts, and your hair was a wild mess. then, you ambled towards a baffled triage nurse.
"hi!" simon recalls your melodic voice echo, sounding too hyper even when you looked all banged up. "can i use y'r restroom? we got kicked outta the club."
simon was so focused on you that he didn't even notice the pack of girls following behind you, all of them looking just as haggard and bruised up. one of your friends was actually worryingly injured, so it’s no shock when the nurse rushed towards her, slightly panicked and confused before steering your friend away, leaving you there in the lobby.
then, you turned around, frowning at having been ignored, and it gave simon the best vantage point of finally seeing your face. he swears his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs constricting, because holy shit, you are beautiful.
"then the rest is history," simon ends, pulling you close to him. any closer and you would have ended on his lap – something he preferred, anyway – but johnny continues to stare at the two of you with a slack jaw, his eyes almost bulging out in confusion so simon tries to keep it civil.
you giggle, and simon watches as the rest of the squad snap their eyes on you, as though expecting you to grace them with a better explanation. but simon knows that you probably don't even know what's going on, having been busy tapping away on your phone, your acrylics making distinct clacks as they hit the screen.
"i love the history channel," you singsong, batting your eyelashes as you give them a dimpled smile. "simmy-" simon almost coos at the nickname you gave him, "and i looove watching the penguins."
simon presses a kiss on the top of your head, ignoring the bewildered looks his squad is shooting him.
"that's the 'animal planet', love. not the history channel," simon corrects gently, rubbing his hand down your side.
"oh!" you say, unbothered by your mistake. "okay!"
and that was that.
"what the fuck," simon hears johnny wheeze out only to up making choking noises when kyle elbows him. simon ignores them, choosing to watch as you turn back to your phone, mass-retweeting a series of post made by the magazine catalogue that you've been following.
cute.
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"fuck," simon hisses, feeling the sharp edge of the kitchen knife slicing through the first layer of his skin. he watches the blood bead, trickling down his finger, and simon wipes it before it can stain the pristine green – "sage!" you tutted to him once – countertops.
"si?" you ask, padding towards the kitchen at the clamour. he feels you press yourself to his side, your perky tits nuzzling his robust muscles. "what's goin- y'r bleeding!"
he grunts, frowning at himself for having made you worry. he moves to reassure you that he's okay, but you're already tugging him out of the kitchen, your smaller hand wrapped around his thicker wrist.
god, he loves seeing the size difference.
you're wearing his military shirt, the material sliding down your body beautifully, before pooling just above your perky ass. simon unabashedly stares at the way your ass jiggles – hidden underneath the tiniest booty shorts he knows you own – his throat bone dry and his sweats filling up all of a sudden.
he barely realizes that you two are in the bathroom until you're steering him towards the edge of the bathtub before twisting to fish the emergency kit from the floor cabinets. simon almost groans at the perfect shape that your ass makes when you bend over, feeling himself throb with raging desire.
you pull out a pink emergency kit and skitter towards him again, slotting yourself between his spread legs. simon raises his hand – the uninjured one – to grasp at your waist, sliding it down to your hips, before giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"it's nothin' fatal, sweet'art," simon mumbles, thumbing your hipbone as he tries to comfort you.
you're still pouting at him when you say, "sure, i guess. but lemme help you?"
and who is simon to say no to that?
"of course, love."
he lets out a quiet chuckle when you press your glossed lips on his forehead, unbothered even when your lips leave a sticky stamp on his skin.
he watches you disinfect his wound with a strawberry-scented sanitizer before wrapping a pink adhesive bandage around it. his worries about having his open wound disinfected by a glittery sanitizer fade away when you picked his hand up to place a kiss on his now-bandaged finger.
glitter-induced infections no longer matter. not when simon's getting nursed to full health by such a pretty girl.
he licks the back of his teeth, clenching his jaw, and thinks, you deserve a reward, don't you, sweetness?
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johnny blanches when he sees the bandage around simon's finger. "LT, what in fuck's name is that?"
his loud voice snags the attention of garrick and their captain who ambled their way towards him upon hearing the commotion. garrick chokes on nothing when he sees the pink bandage that simon's sporting.
"bandage," simon replies, pride heavy in his voice. "from my girl."
johnny whirls and shoots a pointed look towards kyle and john. kyle is the one who breaks the silence.
"…are they safe for use?"
"what's the cat even bandaging?" johnny adds.
simon huffs, flicking his finger up to give the squad a better view. "firstly, this is 'hello kitty'. secondly, you questionin' my girl’s ability to care for me?"
john coughs, looking away, kyle arches a brow at him like the answer should be obvious, and johnny gulps loudly, before mumbling, "...yes."
simon sniffs, unable to blame them. "yeah, well, don't."
the squad is still quiet. waiting.
simon finally gives in and replies, "i checked. they're safe for use."
he rolls his eyes at their dramatic sigh.
"that's good to hear," john says before clapping his hands together once, urging them to disperse.
simon grumbles all the way back to his room.
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simon loves his pretty, dumb girlfriend to death.
he loves seeing you dolled up – skimpy dresses made of silk material paired with heels that could honestly stab someone to death. he also loves seeing you in nothing but his ratty jumpers – loose black sweaters stopping just after your crotch and the sleeves falling past your fingers.
but nothing tops seeing you naked and crying for him.
nothing could ever top this – your legs folded close to your chest, your ankles hooked on his shoulders, your pretty make up running as tears trickle from the corners of your eyes and flood your cheeks.
he thrusts his fingers in your cunt again, breathless when it punches out another slick gush of your squirt, drenching you two even more. you squeal, body locking, your hips lifting from the bed. simon has to press down on your belly to keep you stable.
"siii!" you cry out, thrashing on his hold, but simon just kisses your leg as he continues to fuck his fingers in you.
"shh," simon murmurs, feeling so choked up at the sight you make. "one more for me, yeah?"
you moan out a reply, a garbled mixture of 'yes' and his name, before wrapping your hands around his arms, your acrylics digging into his skin. simon doesn't even register the pain, still too caught up at fingering you to feel the way you're clawing him.
still too caught up at how perfect you are for him.
(later, when he checks the mirror and sees the angry red welts, simon purrs at the sight of them. because simon loves being marked by you, doesn't matter how, as long as he has bearings of your pleasure. pleasure he gave you.)
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simon receives a video message from you. it’s nothing long or conspicuous, but simon still chokes when he finally gets to watch it.
because in the video, you’re wearing simon’s old varsity shirt on top of your university cheer uniform.
“look!” you chirp, twirling for him. “found this in the closet!”
simon slams his captain’s door open and demands a vacation leave.
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the lieutenant has a new tattoo and johnny doesn't know what the actual shit it's supposed to be.
it looks like a wriggly blob of a... cloud? a cotton ball? candy floss?
it was still a somewhat fresh tattoo so simon never truly shows it off – johnny doesn't even know if it's worthy of being shown off – until one night at a bar, simon rolls up the sleeves of his jumper and leans to the squad to point at the blob.
"lookit," he slurs, tipsy and just a touch giddy.
finally, johnny cheers to himself before reaching forward to poke just beside the scribble.
"what's it?"
"mittens," their lieutenant croons, smiling down at his skin like a weirdo.
johnny has seen enough mittens to know that whatever that fucking squiggle is isn't mittens.
"uhm," kyle says, thankfully thinking along the same lines as johnny. "is it?"
"yeah," simon says wistfully, drunken in a lovesick way. "s'my girl's cat. she drew it f'r me."
oh. well, fuck. now that's just too cute.
wait.
"that's a drawing of a cat?" johnny rasps out, choking on his spit before turning to study the tattoo again.
it's still a fucking blob.
christ.
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