#also the Brian Pillman episodes are really good

[darkarfs]

my favorite WWE matches of 1997

Though I officially started watching wrestling in 1995 (my family famously first bought SummerSlam that year, which would be my first wrestling show ever, because it was $25.00. 1995 was a bad year for wrestling), I became a regular watcher of both WWE and WCW Raw and Nitro, and was able to buy my own PPVs, around summer of 1996, when Hogan turned. The first show I bought with my own money was In Your House: Buried Alive, though I kept up with weekly TV. And, for better or worse, I've been a fan ever since.

1997 was a REAL rollercoaster year for wrestling. The NWO was becoming a bloated mess in no time at all, Bret Hart was riding high, while he and Shawn Michaels publicly hated one another, a young Rocky Maivia was slowly transforming into the most charismatic wrestler of maybe all time, a young Steve Austin has broken his neck and can only work 5 minute matches but is somehow the most OVER wrestler in the company, and by the end of the year, the Screwjob happens, Bret's in WCW, Shawn's on handfuls of SOMAs (yet main-eventing). In a lot of ways, I'm grateful, because I side-stepped all of Hogan's WWF and WCW run. But it was a tornado of a year for a business always on precarious footing, as it ever has been.

And it gave us some CRACKING matches! - The 1997 Royal Rumble I love me a Rumble, and it's REALLY hard (but not impossible) to find a bad one (1993, 1995, 1999). And I personally love one with a storyline that runs throughout, and in this case, it's the ultimate heeling of Stone Cold Steve Austin. He visibly dominates the match until he hears Bret Hart's music, and then goes into panic mode. And it furthers the characterization of Bret's hand-spun narrative as being rightfully pissed that he's being taken advantage of by the roster, screwed by the company, and booed by the fans. Fun bonus: this is also the only Rumble appearance of lucha legend Mil Mascaras, who was so full of old-school carny spirit he famously refused to let anyone else eliminate him, so he eliminated himself, pissed Vince off, and was not spoken of again on WWE TV until the 2012 Hall of Fame ceremony, where he was inducted by his huge prick nephew, Alberto del Rio. - Bret Hart vs. Stone Cold Steve Austin, WrestleMania 13 This match is considered legendary, and for good reason. The greatest technical wrestler in the company vs. the best brawler, months of build, the world's most iconic (and off-the-cuff) blade-job (so much so that the visual of Austin bleeding in the Sharpshooter going "DAAAHHHH!" became the cover for his first VHS) and the wrestling world's most exquisite double-turn. It's fun, it's thrilling, it feels at once timeless and modern. Fun fact: there's a fun version of this match you can watch with just Austin doing commentary over it, and it's entertaining as hell. A true classic, and one of the greatest 'Mania matches of all time. - Ken Shamrock vs. Vader, No Holds Barred match, In Your House: a Cold Day In Hell Vader, famously, while a big teddy bear and a for-all-accounts lovely guy outside of the ring, had a reputation of being a bit "snug" with other wrestlers. Meaning he hit a little too hard, had little self-control, and took liberties with people, especially rookies and younger guys. It's supposedly why Shawn Michaels didn't want to work a world title program with him from summer to fall of 1996, because he was "too rough." But what never occurred to Vader is that trying that with a guy who's had 2 matches but has almost 5 years of MMA experience might not be the smartest or most prudent idea. Shamrock gives Vader as much as Vader gives him in this match, and there are moments where you can tell the guys are going into business for themselves. There's a moment where Shamrock is clubbing Vader with punches, and you can hear Vader, as he's turtling up and putting his arms up to block, yell "SLOW DOWN!" and then he rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Vader, by the end of this match, is bleeding through his mask, a product of a broken nose, which is why I assume he gives Shamrock the stiffest short-arm clothesline I've ever seen. It's brutal, it's stupid, it weaves in and out of the script SO many times like a drunk man trying to stand up straight on a canoe, and I'm fascinated by each and every instance. - Owen Hart vs. the British Bulldog, European Championship Tournament Finals, Monday Night Raw, March 3rd Somehow, a workrate classic is stuck on a rinky-dink episode of Raw from Berlin, Germany. Smith and Hart blended some of their acquired WWE-style of work with classic junior heavyweight wrestling, complete with intricate reversals and fast-paced offense that was unlike either man's designed ethos of the time. Hart's shift toward his underhanded instincts as the match wore on provided enough story to balance the beautiful grappling from two men with impressive resumes. You can feel that these two knew one another, grew up together, and most importantly, wrestled together. An honest-to-God sleeper hit, but everyone who knows this match calls it a classic. - Shawn Michaels vs. Stone Cold Steve Austin, King of the Ring It's a concept that would be beaten into the ground in short order: Tag Team Champions that hate each other's guts. John Cena, seriously, has only been tag champions with people he's feuding with. That's

not even a joke. Austin and Michaels won the belts out of mutual dislike for the Hart Foundation, and then were programmed together for a wild match at the King of the Ring, one without a winner. Early on, the two actually pieced together a tremendous wrestling match full of nifty counters (prior to Austin changing his style after August for obvious reasons), before it degenerated into chaos after both men assaulted referees in the heat of the moment. Granted, neither man could really lose this one, so the screwy finish did serve its purpose. Until that point, it's a different type of incredible Austin match. You're never so happy to see a double-DQ finish. - Owen Hart & the British Bulldog vs. Shawn Michaels & Stone Cold Steve Austin, Monday Night Raw, May 26th And now we have a match set! The previous 4 participants in a brilliant and brutal tag team match. The Tag Team championship switch marked Austin's first piece of recognized gold in WWE, in a match on free television no less. That's not to insult the match any, as it was a pay-per-view quality fracas that barely slowed down. It is a mere 14 minutes long WITH entrances, but it moves at a clip, and everyone has their working boots on. It was a harbinger of days to come for this new period in WWE's history, and the crowd ate it up.

- Taka Michinoku vs. the Great Sasuke, In Your House: Canadian Stampede What happened here? Just when you think WCW had the cruiserweights cornered, WWE pulls this shit...and then kind of ignores it for a few months. But not before importing two of Michinoku Pro's finest to have a TakeOver-length exhibition. At first, the crowd in Calgary wasn't sure what to make of the undersized performers, but it wouldn't take long to win them over. From Michinoku's hands-free springboard dive to Sasuke's beautiful Thunder Fire Powerbomb, the expansive crowd was positively hooked on the daredevils with each passing minute. Although Sasuke wouldn't be long for the company, and Michinoku's run as Light Heavyweight Champion faded as 1998 wore on, the display at Canadian Stampede was a wondrous experience. This wouldn't have looked out of place in a Chikara King of Trios tournament. - The Hart Foundation (Bret Hart, Owen Hart, Jim Neidhart, Brian Pillman, the British Bulldog) vs. Team Austin (Stone Cold Steve Austin, the Legion of Doom, Ken Shamrock and Goldust), In Your House: Canadian Stampede I would have put this match on the list for the entrances and the finish alone. The crowd is at fever static for the entire match, seriously at the level of Punk/Cena at MITB 2011. And even though the Harts are the heels, they're in Calgary, and they get rock-star level ovations for merely existing. Everyone plays it mad and delighted, and you can tell they're all having a ball. Especially Pillman, who is just magically unhinged, a template for a young Dean Ambrose during their feud with the Wyatt Family. It is a magical, unreal main event, one of the best B-ppv main events maybe of all time. Well...other than MAYBE... - Shawn Michaels vs. the Undertaker, Hell in a Cell, In Your House: Badd Blood The very first Hell in a Cell match may very well double as the greatest of its kind. What stands out to me (other than how the match ends) is just how GREAT Michaels' selling is. When he's running away, he's constantly looking around for an exit, like a scared rat. When he finally gets caught and struck, he sells almost to the level he did for Hogan at SummerSlam 2005. But while he was doing that to make Hogan's offense look stupid, he's doing it here to make Taker's offense and anger look legit, and it somehow WORKS. But as fabulous as the match and the psychology is, it somehow takes a backseat to the debut of the Undertaker's monstrous little brother Kane, finally confronting his older brother in perhaps the greatest character debut in WWE history. - Mankind vs. Kane, Survivor Series I dunno what it is about this match that does it for me. Mankind's emotional lead-up to the match, where he's sad that Uncle Paul (Bearer) left him. Maybe the fact that Kane sells like Michael Myers, not so much that he's in pain, but as if he's never been hit in the face with a steel chair, a DDT or a piledriver. Maybe it's because Mick takes more horrific bumps than he needs to to make sure Kane looks like a legit monster. Maybe it's the broken Virtua Boy lighting. But it's genuinely unlike any other Mankind, Kane or ANY match I've seen before or since. It's a perfect somehow sympathetic serial killer vs. bigger, scarier serial killer that feels nothing story in a wrestling match. I didn't even know you could DO that.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Monday Night Raw”

For those who type and write fanfiction, I don't know if I've posted this already, but when you write or type fanfiction, do you ever have difficulty of who you want to type this fanfiction about?

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In 1993, the World Wrestling Federation released a new television show known as "Monday Night Raw", a wrestling show that's still on the air to this day.

While "Monday Night Raw" was a flop during its early years, by the end of the 1990's, the ratings increased, and it was soon the most popular show on television.

Listen to that title: "Monday Night Raw".

Keyword: raw.

What does raw mean?

It means a lot of things: it can mean uncooked, not in its natural state, red and painful, strong and undisguised, and others.

But it also can mean coarse and crude, typically in relation to sexual manners.

It also can mean having sex without a condom.

In 1996, some chicks in the audience during a "Monday Night Raw" episode held up a sign that read "We wanna get raw with Shawn!", referring to Shawn Michaels, the biggest male sex symbol of the World Wrestling Federation during the 1990's, and there was a T-shirt of Sunny that read "I like it...Raw".

On a Monday night near the end of 1996, after he had a match filmed for the entire world to see, you invited Shawn to a hotel room, telling him what you want to do with him.

He loves your idea, he's had many ringrats telling him that on Monday nights.

This was Shawn a few months before he started growing facial hair, like during that infamous "I lost my smile" speech.

He looks so much better without facial hair than with it, sorry for those who like it.

You invited Shawn to a hotel room because he's the sexiest man in the WWF in 1996, he was even more sexier in 1997 and the summer of 1998 (maybe even in 1999 as well).

Billy and Bart Gunn's hair had yet to grow out, Rocky Maivia had that silly curly hairstyle that didn't suit him well, Jeff Hardy and his brother were barely in the WWF in 1996, Razor Ramon left for WCW in 1996, Davey Boy Smith is hot but not enough, Marty Jannetty and Leif Cassidy had those awful mullet hairstyles, Stone Cold is bald and kinda ugly, Brian Pillman is cute but has that awful facial hair on him, and you're definitely not doing it with Vader, Psycho Sid Vicious and Yokozuna.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Bret Hart are probably some of the hottest men in the WWF after Shawn, but they're not as sexy as the Heartbreak Kid.

You actually have had Monday night raw with some of these aforementioned men, where you had sex with some of them without a condom on Monday night, but you didn't really have Monday night raw with Billy and Bart Gunn until their hair grew longer and until Jeff was more in the WWF.

When you and Shawn were in a hotel room together, after you and he had kicked your shoes off, he gently pushed you on a bed, where you fell and landed on your back on the bed, on top of the silky comforters, and he leaned into you, pressing his body onto yours.

He was trying to be gentle with you and not hurt you since he weighs more than you do, though he isn't that big.

He pressed his lips to yours, his lips nudged into your lips, and his lips were in between your mouth.

You started making out with Shawn and kissing him, his lips shifted to your upper lip, and your top lip was in between his mouth this time.

While you and Shawn were making out, Shawn started undressing you, grabbing onto your top and pulling it over your torso and lifted it over your head, moving his head out of the way when your shirt was blocking his lips from colliding with yours.

You had no bra under your top, and that's a good thing, that makes it easier for Shawn to not have to unhook your bra.

He tossed your shirt aside, your shirt falling to the floor.

He changed into a T-shirt and jeans when you escorted him to a hotel room, which is a good thing, because what if he enters a hotel room wearing his wrestling tights?

He also sprayed some cologne on himself and cleaned the sweat off of his body with a towel previously in the locker room.

One of your hands grabbed onto the back of his shirt, the fabric of his shirt scrunched in the palm of your hand, and your other hand grabbed the side of his shirt and pulled it up his torso, lifting it over his head.

His arms were raising and elevating towards the ceiling because of you lifting his shirt over his neck and head, his sleeves sliding down his arms and hands when your hands tried pulling his shirt sleeves down his arms.

You threw his shirt on the floor when his hands slid out of the sleeves of his shirt.

One of your hands moved behind his head, your fingers buried in between his hair, and your fingers slid and ran down through his long brown locks like a comb or a hairbrush.

His hair is a little bit sweaty, but silky.

Thankfully, he doesn't have his hair tied back in a ponytail and definitely doesn't have that Billy Ray Cyrus mullet he had in 1993-1995.

You can feel his erection poking through his jeans in between your thighs, ready to come out at any given second.

Your hand pulled Shawn closer to your face, and your lips were in between his mouth this time.

Shawn was the first one to sneak his tongue into your mouth, and the tip of his tongue poked the tip of your tongue, giving it a few licks.

His tongue licked and stroked up the middle of your tongue, and your tongue licked his tongue as well, stroking and caressing his tongue with your own.

Since your hand was behind his head, playing with his hair, his hand squeezed between your head and the mattress, where his fingers managed to play with and stroke down your hair.

His hand cradled and held the back of your head, whereas his other hand

Your lips were locked in between his mouth, sometimes his top lip was in between your mouth and other times it was his bottom lip in between your mouth.

As you and Shawn made out, since you're topless, Shawn moved his hand from behind your head and placed both of his hands on your breasts, giving them a few gentle squeezes and fondles.

One of your hands was busy running your fingers through his hair, and you placed your other hand on his chest, your hand stroking and caressing the middle of his chest.

You've been making out with Shawn for long enough, so Shawn proceeded to slide his lips down  the middle of your chin and brush his lips down the middle of your neck.

Chills were running down your spine as Shawn brushed his lips down your neck, you quietly moaned and gasped while your head arched back, slightly raising your head up from the mattress.

"Daddy" you quietly said. "Mmmmmmmm!"

You bit your bottom lip, mumbling and muttering.

Shawn gave your left and right sides of your neck several kisses, nudging his lips on your skin.

He's making you hornier, blood is rushing to your clitoris and filling it up.

Shawn is tempted into giving you a few love bites or two, maybe giving you a hickey, but those hickeys might be visible.

Plus, hickeys seem so juvenile, that's something you have as a teenager, though Shawn's a bit childish himself.

He proceeded to slide his lips all the way down your chest, until he shifted himself over to your left breast, moving his hand out of the way.

Your nipple had entered his mouth, where he proceeded to suck on that breast.

Shawn was sucking on your breast like he was kissing your lips.

He also licked up and down your nipple and areola, sometimes even made circles on your areola with the tip of his tongue.

You moaned quietly and bit your bottom lip when he licked you, it felt so good.

Your pussy is getting more and more moist thanks to him doing this to you.

One of his hands moved behind your back, traveling and roaming where your shoulder blades are, whereas his other hand was holding you by the small of your back.

His fingers and palm is making you feel tingles as it's traveling behind your back.

Since Shawn is shirtless, your hand on his chest shifted to the right side of his ribcage and moved behind his back, stroking up and down his flesh.

He shifted his head over to your right breast, where he started sucking your right nipple when it was in his mouth.

Like your previous nipple he sucked on, he licked up and down your nipple like it was a Popsicle, the tip of his tongue licking around in circles on your areola, sucking your nipple like it was your lips.

You could nearly moan out "Aaaaah, aaaaaaah, Shaaaaawn!" like those women at the beginning of his entrance theme.

"Mmmmmm, Daddy!!!" you moaned quietly.

It feels so good, your hand is gripping onto his hair, but not pulling his hair hard.

He is slightly hot with messy hair, maybe you should mess his hair up.

You hope that people next door won't hear you and Shawn when you start actually having sex, that's something that scares you.

Shawn couldn't wait to taste you and especially to fuck you.

You could let him lick and suck your tits all night if you could.

Shawn wants to cup the back of your head with his hand and hold your head in his palm, maybe he even can.

He'd also love to stroke your back, maybe he will do that when he gets to fucking you.

He's had enough of sucking your tits, so he moved his head to the middle of your chest, in between your tits.

He began to slide and brush his lips down the middle of your torso, all the way down your stomach.

Tingles and rushes were felt when his lips were sliding down your skin.

As he did this, his hand behind your back moved to one side of your shorts, whereas his other hand grabbed the other side of your shorts.

The tips of his fingers slid under the elastic of your shorts and grabbed your thong straps underneath.

He proceeded to try to pull both of your shorts and your thong down your thighs and legs while his lips slid down the middle of your abdomen.

His lips could feel how smooth your skin was, no hair under your navel or above it.

Shawn's head was eventually in between your thighs, where your twat is, and your shorts and panties were down to your ankles.

You lifted your feet up from the floor when your shorts and panties were at your ankles, letting them lay on the floor.

Shawn placed his hands on your thighs and spread them apart, so he could fit in more in between your legs.

His face was buried in your hairless twat, his tongue proceeded to stroke your pussy, licking up your moist juices.

Your vaginal flaps felt a little bit rough, but that was okay.

As he ate your pussy out, he moved his hands in front of his jeans, where he slid the zipper down and unbuttoned his jeans.

After he did that, the tips of his fingers moved under the sides of his jeans and elastic of his boxers, grabbing onto them, and pulled his jeans and boxers down at the same time, releasing his erection, until his jeans and boxers were down to his ankles.

When he was eating you out, his tongue licked up your pussy flap, licking and cleaning your pussy juice with the tip of his tongue, and he slid his tongue across your clitoral hood.

His lips and mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking and kissing your clit.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth and licked up and down the middle of your twat like it was a Popsicle, his moist tongue lubricating your pussy.

Though, you prefer if your twat was already moist with your own pussy juices.

You pulled his head into your pussy further, letting him devour your pussy and eat it up.

As he ate your twat, you were moaning and your eyes were closed, your back was lying on the bed.

"Mmmmmmmmm, Shaaaaaaaawn!" you moaned. "That's the spot!!!"

You weren't faking your orgasm, he really is making you feel good.

Your pussy hole has a thick, creamy, salty white goo coming out of it, and it isn't from an STD.

No, it's just regular pussy juice that tastes so good.

And...it's perfect lubricant for Shawn to put his dick in your twat.

Shawn has another match to do next week, so he shouldn't be wasting time.

He lifted and pulled himself up from the hotel room's floor, wrapping his fingers around his shaft, your hand behind his head slipped away from behind his head when he stood up.

His eyes looking down at you, he proceeded to insert his cock into your pussy hole, and hopefully his dick gets inside your cunt hole and not that other hole!

You moaned as his dick entered your twat, stretching your pussy walls apart, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, looking like you're possessed.

When his penis was entering more and more into your twat, he unwrapped his fingers around his shaft.

Your pussy walls were brushing his shaft, and he wasn't wearing a condom tonight.

When his dick was inside your twat, he proceeded to thrust his cock back and forth in your pussy hole, bucking his privates back and forth, his shaft sliding in and out of your pussy hole.

He was making the bed bounce and creak while he thrust in and out of you.

Sex without a condom can be wonderful because it feels so good, but it's dangerous.

Shawn's hands, meanwhile, held onto your hips while he thrust himself in and out of you.

You moaned his name several times, pleading at him to fuck you.

He's taking you higher with every fuck, and luckily you're glad your eyes are closed while he's banging you so you won't have to see his facial expressions.

You can even hear him moaning and groaning a bit while he thrusts in and out of you.

You've even called Shawn "Daddy" a few times while he's fucking you.

Your hands this time now have the chance to grip onto the comforter you're lying on top of, and that's precisely what your hands are doing, the silky, thick comforter bunched in the palms of your hands.

Your tits were bouncing up and down while he thrust and fucked you, and he's opening his eyes to take a peek at your tits bouncing.

This is turning him on, but he can't do this for too long because of his cock inside of you.

He's elevating you higher and higher with his thrusts, you're biting your lip and crying out (but not crying with tears streaming down your face), he's building you up and it feels like your clit wants to release something.

When you climaxed, your twat creamed all over his dick still inside of you, your clit pounding when you had came, but it isn't over until, well, he cums.

After you've been pleasured so much tonight, you finally have released some tension.

Shawn still proceeded to fuck you when you came, your twat slipperier than before.

"You're soooo wet!" he confessed as he thrust.

"Fuck me, Shawn!!!" you ordered and pleaded him, and that's what he's doing. "Mmmmmmmmmm, Daddy!!!"

Goddamn it, you hope the neighbors won't hear you next door having sex, especially calling him "Daddy".

Yes, daddy fetishes did exist in the 90's, just look at LL Cool J's "Doin' It" song from 1995...

He's rocking you so much back and forth, you're afraid the bed will nudge and collide with the wall and break a hole in the wall.

The back of your head is lifting up from the mattress while he's fucking you, and your toes are curling up from him banging into you.

Eventually, after many thrusts, he jizzed inside of you, groaning when he had came, his seed planted in your twat and traveling to your uterus, about to impregnate you.

He slowly withdrew his cock from your twat, your pussy hole leaking some gooey, salty cum that was a mixture of your cum and his.

You weren't allowed to give Shawn a blowjob until after he had came, and he was out of breath from fucking you so much.

He then joined you in bed, where you gave him a blowjob, swallowing his cum and licking around as well as up and down his shaft.

Eventually, you had your own Monday night raws with various wrestlers after this: Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H, Billy Gunn/RockaBilly, Jeff Hardy, Davey Boy Smith, Bret Hart, Brian Pillman, Val Venis, Bart Gunn, Christian, Test, Rob Van Dam, Scott Hall, Raven and more.

The intention was to have sex on Monday night without a condom with these men.

Sometimes, you even had little orgies with them where they fucked you without a condom.

Although, you've had sex many times with these wrestlers without condoms, even not on Monday night.

#shawn michaels #1996 #90s #monday night raw #wwf #fanfiction #hbk #heartbreak kid

[placetobenation]

*** Scott & JT’s Vintage Vault Refresh reviews are a chronological look back at WWE PPV and TV history that began with a review of WrestleMania I. The PICs have revisited these events and refreshed all of their fun facts that provide insight into the match, competitors and state of the company as well as their overviews of the match action and opinions and thoughts on the outcomes. In addition, Jeff Jarvis assists in compiling historical information and the Fun Facts in each of the reviews. Also, be sure to leave feedback on the reviews at our Facebook page. Enjoy! ***

Monday Night Raw #127

September 18, 1995 (Taped August 28, 1995) Canton Civic Center Canton, OH Announcers: Vince McMahon & Jerry Lawler

Monday Night War Report: WCW Monday Nitro this week takes place one night after WCW’s Fall Brawl PPV, emanating from Freedom Hall in Johnson City, TN. The results were as followed: 1) Marcus Alexander Bagwell & Scotty Riggs defeated WCW World Tag Team Champions Harlem Heat (w/ Sister Sherri) to win the Tag Titles (4:40); 2) Paul Orndorff pinned Johnny B. Badd (6:40); 3) Ric Flair defeated Brian Pillman via submission (5:24). Raw would rebound after last week’s loss to squeak out a win this week, 2.5 to 2.4.

Head-to-Head Ratings Scorecard: Nitro 1 – Raw 1

1) The 1-2-3 Kid defeats Razor Ramon after a Dean Douglas top rope splash at 7:08

Fun Fact: Last week, 1-2-3 Kid interfered in Razor Ramon’s match and accidentally hit Razor as he came off the top rope trying to hit Davey Boy Smith. After the match, the two argued with each other. Kid said nobody took him seriously when he first beat Razor in 1993, and he challenged Razor to another match, which Razor accepted for this week.

Scott: We open with a rematch long overdue. Back in May 1993, Razor Ramon was a heel and the 1-2-3 Kid was a plucky jobber. Kid pulled off the upset and now two and a half years later they are both babyfaces and friends. I just realized as Vince McHaon said it that this Sunday is IYH #3. Then I recalled we lost two weeks of shows because of the US Open on USA Network. Jerry Lawler is fully in the Kid’s corner during this match, which tells me that a Kid heel turn may be in the offing somewhere down the line. The match is back and forth and when we went to commercial Kid had Razor in a sleeper until Razor recovered and got out of it. Both men are down and with the Canton crowd on their feet, Razor starts to really lay into Kid with some strikes as Vince says Razor actually isn’t going full steam because they are friends. At one point, Razor is in the ring on his back as the Kid is outside with the referee. Down the ramp comes Dean Douglas, who hits a splash on Razor, then escapes. The Kid crawls into the ring, drapes his arm over the fallen Razor and gets the three count. The Bad Guy is now more determined than ever to get the evil teacher. Grade: *1/2

JT: We waltz into week two of the new fall season, still in Canton, with a big night of action ahead of us. This is a very special Thursday night episode of Raw and Vince McMahon and Jerry Lawler have the call as usual and welcome us right into our very interesting opening match, which features two close friends going to battle after a skirmish a week ago. Of course, there is tons of history between 1-2-3 Kid and Razor Ramon and most of it has been woven into the very fabric of Raw. Kid chugs out first, looking to remind everyone that he isn’t just some lucky kid. Ramon saunters to the ring next and Vince hypes up his big match with Dean Douglas at IYH3. Kid jumps Ramon as he gets in the ring and quickly sends him back to the floor to gain his bearings. Razor charges back in and Kid outquicks him until the Bad Guy catches him on a cross body and then sends him flying with a big fallaway slam off the middle rope. Ramon keeps overpowering and hammering away at Kid as we get more IYH3 talk. King wonders if Kid has aligned himself with Douglas at all but Vince thinks he just wants respect from his friend and mentor. Ramon starts to work the arm and then crushes Kid with a hard uranage for two. Kid starts to mount a comeback and clocks Ramon with a spin kick for one. He follows up by jumping on Ramon’s back and hooking a sleeper, hanging on to the hold through a break. Ramon broke the hold and turned up the heat, burying Kid in the corner with a clothesline. Vince thinks Razor is holding back on his friend here and things start to get dicey when the ref gets wiped out during a collision. With everyone down, Douglas showed up and hit a big splash off the top rope on the Bad Guy before sneaking away. Kid and the ref both recovered and Kid would cover the prone Ramon for the upset win. The crowd was in shock at that one. I really enjoyed that match as it was well structured and hard hitting, especially during Ramon’s heat segment. It isn’t a shock that these guys have great chemistry but it is always fun to watch it play out. I liked the finish too as Kid gets his win but the IYH3 match gets a big heat boost. Grade: **

*** We go backstage, where a sweaty Dean Douglas is in his classroom. He gives 1-2-3 Kid a “D” for “dumb” and Razor Ramon an “E” for “elevate”, which is trying to do by taking on the Dean. He also gives him self an “A” and says Ramon will get an “N” on Sunday as it will be a no brainer who will win that match. ***

2) Tatanka & Kama defeat Savio Vega & Bob Holly when Kama pins Holly with a powerslam at 5:47

Scott: Interesting little tag team match here as two Corporate members face the Puerto Rican legend and the race car driver. This is rare for the WWF to have such a short amount of time to promote a PPV, even more so that this show was on a Thursday so that means only three days until IYH. The discussion on commentary centers around Henry Godwinn, who’s now on a mission to slop the entire Corporation, who at this point is nothing more than a bunch of glorified mid-card guys. This match is pretty good though as both teams are going back and forth until Kama recovers from a missile dropkick to reverse a cross body into a powerslam for the victory. Kama (and the Corporation) gets the much needed win. Sid faces Henry Godwinn on Sunday, a far cry from title matches with Diesel. Grade: *

JT: We head right back to the ring as Ted DiBiase leads out the very stale team of Tatanka and Kama for a battle with Savio Vega and Bob Holly. We head back to Superstars, where Henry Godwinn slopped DiBiase in advance of his match with Psycho Sid. Lawler reminds us that Vega is battling Waylon Mercy this Sunday and doesn’t think that match will go very well. Tatanka and Savio open things up and the Caribbean Legend gets off to a hot start, working over both men before sending Kama careening to the floor. Things reset as Holly and Kama tag in and we get a rather sloppy exchange between the two. Holly started to work the arm and then tagged in Savio but Kama caught him with a right hand. Tatanka tagged in and then bailed outside as Savio was picking up steam. We get some good heel work as Tatanka heads across the floor and trips up Holly, which allowed Kama to nail Savio from behind. The Million Dollar boys snuck in some double teams as Holly argued with the ref, gaining full control of the proceedings. Kama and Tatanka would dominate Vega for a minute or so until Savio and Tatanka collided heads, wiping both men out. Both would recover and make tags, with Holly coming in hot and landing the first shot, rattling the big man. Holly followed with a missile dropkick for two and then things broke down. Holly came flying off the top rope with a cross body but Kama caught him and awkwardly slammed him down for the win. This was a sloppy mess from bell to bell, especially when Kama and Holly were in there as they just didn’t mesh at all. Tatanka feels like a relic at this point and this whole match felt pretty aimless overall. Not much going on here. Grade: 1/2*

*** Razor Ramon is backstage and vows to take out Dean Douglas this Sunday night. ***

3) Jean-Pierre Lafitte defeated Brian Walsh with a somersault cannonball at 3:18

Scott: While this squash is going on, Vince is on the phone with Bret Hart, who will be facing Lafitte on Sunday in Saginaw. This all stems from Lafitte stealing glasses from kids and taking Bret’s jacket on Superstars. Wow this PPV is being totally rush booked with matches being slapped together at random. Lafitte wins, and is ready for the Hitman Sunday. Grade: DUD

JT: We go right back to the ring as Jean-Pierre Lafitte stalks to the ring, toting along Bret Hart’s jacket. Vince recaps the history between the pirate and the Hitman as Brian Walsh actually lands a couple of shots in. As Lafitte takes over, Bret Hart calls in from the set of Lonesome Dove. Hart makes some pirate jokes and then takes Lafitte to task for how he treats the young fans. Lafitte batters Walsh as Hart says the pirate will go down for all the stealing he has been doing of late. Hart hangs up and Lafitte finishes Walsh with a nice somersault cannonball. Lafitte has been sure and steady since debuting but finally gets his breakthrough chance on Sunday. Grade: DUD

*** Vince McMahon narrates through the history between King Mabel and Diesel to show the rise of Men on a Mission. ***

4) Owen Hart & Yokozuna defeat Men on a Mission in a non-title match when Hart pinned Mo after a Yokozuna legdrop at 9:30

Scott: Finally, we have two heel tag teams brawling it out here, but no titles are on the line so why would the fans care who wins the match? Just because Vince wants to see Yoko & Mabel in the ring together? Who cares? We already know that Owen can wrestle circles around Mo, so all in all this match could be an utter slog. It is cool to see the last two KOTR winners in the ring together. Owen & Yoko seems to be coming off as the babyface team in terms of structure, as they are the ones getting double teamed behind the referee’s back. Probably because even though he’s a heel, Owen Hart is a popular wrestler with the fans. Then again, Mo is getting double teamed a few minutes later. So maybe it’s just four cheating jerks trying to out “jerk” each other. The crowd is a bit timid until Yoko & Mabel start slugging it out. Yoko is heavier but Mabel is taller. Owen ends up pinning Mo after interference from Yokozuna. The match was frighteningly fun. Grade: **

JT: We head back to the ring for our final match of the evening as our Tag Team Champions make their way out, flanked by Mr. Fuji and Jim Cornette as always. Men on a Mission are already in the ring and Vince ensures us the ring has been reinforced here tonight. This is a pretty interesting match on paper, with both teams quite disliked by the fans and also due to the physical constitution of each unit. We get the showdown between Mabel and Yoko and then each time gathers and sets themselves. We open with Owen and Mo and they trade some offense, with both looking fairly crisp in their attacks. Mo snaps off a nice powerslam and then tags Mabel, who just spikes Owen to the mat by his hair and then kicks away. Owen would dodge an avalanche in the corner and then hammer away until the King shoved him back hard to the mat. The crowd certainly seems to be backing the champs here as Vince gives a final sell for IYH3 this weekend. Mo and Mabel take turns tagging in and out and putting a beating on Owen as we find out Diesel’s back is still dinged up from SummerSlam. Owen would block a sloppy Mo sunset flip attempt for two and then chuck Mo over the top to the floor, allowing him to finally tag Yoko. Yoko power walked into the ring and beckoned Mabel, but that just allowed Owen to batter Mo on the floor. That was a great heel spot right there. Owen shoved Mo back in and Yoko went right to work, viciously beating him down as the crowd buzzed a bit. After a break, Owen and Mo both went for a spin kick and whiffed, careening hard to the mat. They would both tag and Yoko and Mabel met in the center of the ring like two bulls colliding as the crowd popped. Mabel won the battle and actually worked over both champs before tagging Mo right back in. After a double clothesline by MOM, Mo peppered some shots until Owen kicked him in the back to kill his momentum. Yoko clotheslined Mo down and Owen hit a missile dropkick for a close near fall. Owen followed with a neckbreaker but Mo came back with a superplex for two. Things broke down with all four brawling but Mabel would get knocked to the floor, allowing Owen to trip up Mo and Yoko to drop the leg to give the champs the win. This was much better than it had any right to be with a much quicker pace than I expected. Mo was sloppy in spots as usual but he hung right with Owen throughout and the back-and-forth structure kept it moving. The Mabel/Yoko spots were also well done and the crowd pop for the big collision was a cool moment. I definitely enjoyed this more than I expected to heading in, so kudos there. The champs now move on to an incredibly high stakes match on Sunday. Grade **

*** Diesel and Shawn Michaels are backstage and talk all about their big Triple Header match on Sunday night at In Your House #3. Vince McMahon then gets in the ring to talk to Jim Cornette, Yokozuna and Owen Hart and they also give their thoughts on the Triple Header match. ***

Final Analysis:

Scott: With not much time to promote a PPV on Raw, this show did seem very rushed. The first match and the last match were entertaining enough but the announcing is the important thing here because the guys are trying to promote this PPV that had no real build on Monday nights because of the time off the show had to endure. Diesel’s title reign is really starting to fatigue but here he siphons off the hotter Shawn Michaels. Razor and The Kid are on a collision course down the line. A decent show and we are off to Saginaw! Final Grade: C+

JT: This was a tidy little go home edition of Raw and I have been enjoying the refreshed product since the new fall season launched. The graphics, the flow, the feel and just the overall look needed a change and we got it. They are pretty much embracing that they are taped some weeks now, including showing clips of what is to come throughout the night and it seems to be working for now. The roster is also fluctuating a bit, which is helping to keep things fresher too. We had two solid matches bookending the show and plenty of final hype for In Your House, which looks to be a decent enough show on paper. The main event here was pretty fun and was the best Mabel has looked since his big push began. And honestly I think that shows he is best used as a tag wrestler that can dominate in spurts. If he had a better partner, they could have had something more there. That said, all the gold is on the line this Sunday night, we will see if we have new champions in place next week on Raw. Until then… Final Grade: B-

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Henry Godwinn Discusses Undertaker’s ‘Bone Skull Krew’, His Arkansas Hog Pen Match w/ Triple H, More

On the most recent episode of The Two Man Power Trip of Wrestling, Chad and John Poz welcomed former WWE Superstar, Mark Canterbury FKA Henry Godwinn.

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Who was the B.S.K and was The Undertaker the leader of the group:

Yes. Him and Yoko started it together just them two and they picked who they wanted and who would fit in to their mold the best. Right off the bat it was me and Yoko, Savio (Vega) and Taker and Fatu and then Godfather had come back and Paul Bearer was there all the time and a year later Tex (Phineus Godwin) had come up. It was the Bone Street Krew. Krew spelled with a “K” of course (laughing).

What was it about that group (B.S.K) that bonded everyone:

I don’t know. WCW a lot of the older guys and was the old scene and when I got to the WWF it was like a breath of fresh air for me because I started learning more. I learned in WCW because I was around Dusty and Dustin and even Steve (Stone Cold) and (Brian) Pillman who were doing the Hollywood Blondes down there. But when I got to the WWF and I started one week, Jeff Jarrett had started the next week and I rode with him for a year and then me, him and Road Dog were together all the time. But it was when me and Taker  had a match on TV and we came back after the match and he put me over and put me over to Vince and that was my breakout there and they started to use me. Taker said that we had to work again, which we never did except for one Survivor Series. (I think) The attitudes were different. It didn’t seem like there was a lot of ego and it was like everybody was trying to work together.

Perceived backstage heat between rival factions The Kliq and B.S.K:

We all got along and I think that everybody else just put us like that and thought we were at each other. But we would have fought for each other and we had in the bar scene if something happened and whether you disagree in the ring about how you work (or something) it never carried over to the relationships and those relationships I cherish all of them. Razor, X-Pac, Shawn (Michaels), especially Taker and Yoko (we’d stay at his house all the time) and Fatu all of these guys were great. Stone Cold, we’d go cook out with him and everybody so was close and it was a close knit between everybody. Brothers fight all the time but they always make up usually. It was very tight back then and nothing like it is now. When I went back in ’06-07 up there for a few months it was pretty different then in just that eight or nine years.

His feud with Triple H setting up Hunter’s ascension up the card:

I think what helped me and him was we knew each other a little bit in WCW. When we both ended up at the same time up there up North everything just sort of fell together. We both thought it was a good idea to do the prissy English boy who has never been on a farm and me who is not washing my clothes all the time and carrying that damn slop-bucket around all the time. What more can you ask for? It is bound to happen that he is going to get muddied or he is going to get slop on him eventually and he did both quite often.

Their “Arkansas Hog-Pen” match at In Your House 5:

We never went to anybody else and said what should we do and should we do this? Me and Hunter were the ones that had come up with that match and even Vince said that we could have easily gone the other way and made it a damn comedy ha-ha match but he added that there was some substance to it. We all really put a lot of effort into what we did and we weren’t out there to dance around and throw slop on each other, we were there to kick each other’s ass and that is what we did. I was sore for a few days and I had to do TV the next night and I could hardly move from hitting that concrete. We had great chemistry and we had been friends and as far as I’m concerned we will always be good friends. Hunter was a good guy that taught me a lot and I think we actually taught each other a lot.

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the worst movie tie-ins in the history of wrestling

Wrestling is stupid, and will show its ass at the mere mention of cross-promotion, especially when it comes to movies, which is it's cooler older brother that can get away with a lot more. Hell, the 2nd ever SummerSlam's main event, in 1989, was Hulk Hogan facing the main villain, Tiny Lister as Zeus (RIP), from the film they were both in, No Holds Barred. So wrestling's always wanted a piece of that. So... - Army of the Dead Let's just get this one out of the way. Here's the thing; I thought the WrestleMania Backlash's card was fucking perfect...except for this weird business. WMB MIGHT've been the best show of the pandemic (hot take) were it not for making sure we sell Big Dave's big zombie heist movie. If they had just kept some of the guys in zombie makeup on the Thunderdome's webcam footage, that would have been borderline charming. But instead, the Miz (who was WWE champion 3 months ago, don't forget) and Damien Priest (who they're making WWE's pop-culture liaison so far on the main roster, for some reason) had to sell for zombies in a lumberjack match. If this was the first ever wrestling show you watched with a loved one who had never watched wrestling or hadn't since like, the end of the Attitude Era, would you for a second want them to stick around after Miz and Morrison get, for all intents and purposes, kayfabe killed and eaten, and then watch Damien Priest shoot the logo at the ceiling? My money's on "no." - Shaft Speaking of the Attitude Era, anytime someone tells you that wrestling was cooler in that 3-year time frame, point them to the June 15th of 2000 episode of SmackDown, where a storyline that ran throughout the show followed Patterson and Briscoe through New York City to find Crash Holly and his Hardcore Title. Now, I admit parts of this are kinda funny, like Briscoe just wanting to give up and find a "gen-yoo-WINE New York hot dawg!" That's fun! And who does Crash Holly run into but none other than Shaft, and his woman, the only one who understands this complicated man, John Shaft. So, we have real Samuel L. Jackson, playing fake John Shaft, talking to real/fictional Crash Holly, and man is it weird. Anyway, Shaft agrees to be Crash's bodyguard for the night, and he slaps around Patterson and Briscoe in a nightclub. After all, what better way to get across how cool and badass a character is than having him knock around the fucking Stooges? - The Wrestler Well, this is complicated. The Wrestler, starring ancient wooden lion Mickey Rourke, is a somber tale about an industry that, in its heyday, left people physically spent, washed-up and addicted to adrenaline at best, and dead at worst. It famously moved Roddy Piper to tears because he recognized what destruction and brokenness the industry once left in its wake. Which is why it's super-weird that WWE jumped at the chance to promote maybe the bleakest possible look at their world in 2009, and did so by having Chris Jericho smack the shit out of three old wrestlers at WrestleMania 25, including Roddy Piper. And then have Rourke jump into the ring, wearing his "do you want to take peyote in the desert?" starter kit and bring out his amateur boxing chops. Tonally, it's just really bleak. Like if the creator of Super Size Me screened the premiere at the world's biggest McDonald's. - Bride of Chucky Poor Rick Steiner. You didn't deserve this. You're the sane Steiner. They shouldn't have made you talk to the puppet. So, WCW was heading into Halloween Havoc 1998, and after years of stomping all over the WWF in the ratings, the wheels had come off, and dramatically. Like, all at once. Like the car in the Blues Brothers. To boost PPV buys, they spent a fortune bringing in the Ultimate Warrior to rekindle a feud with Hulk Hogan, mostly by hiding in his fucking mirror. And the Steiner Brothers, one of the best teams of the early 90s, had been feuding with one another since Scott turned on his at SuperBrawl. What was the best way to build hype around this match at Halloween Havoc? Why, to have Rick get into a war of words - and lose - to Chucky. Yes.

Serial killer doll voiced by Brad Dourif, and it's so sad. Chucky cusses Rick out while Rick challenges the fucking doll to a fight, which is promptly ignored (Chucky's video segment is pre-recorded, and you can tell because he starts talking about 3 times in 3 minutes while Rick's mid-promo and missing his cues to stop) and then is made fun of. And all the while, people were probably wondering "what's going on on Vince's show?" and the answer is...that was the episode of Raw where Austin fills Vince's Corvette with cement, which is slightly more badass than being teased by a puppet. - The Goods Here's the thing: Raw is, right now, a bad show. It is bad TV. It's been bad for a while now. And as bad as it is right now, it's still not as fuck-awful as it was in 2009, aka the Age of the Guest Hosts (which, in kayfabe, was given to us by Donald J. Trump, so blame that ambulatory Nazi scrotum for one more thing, he's certainly earned it). For those of you fortunate enough to not be watching what was objectively unwatchable at the time - and hell, I sure as shit wasn't checking in very often - from mid-2009 to around mid-2010, a celebrity would be the special guest host of Monday Night Raw, often to promote a TV show or movie, and it was nearly all horribly-written, cheesy wank. Imagine if every week was the week of the zombie attack at Backlash. That's what it was like. Bob Barker was funny. The Muppets were good. And THAT'S the end of the list. MacGruber coming out to blow up R-Truth made me want to fall on a knife. The A-Team coming out to beat up Virgil was fucking awful. Go straight to fucking HELL, the Three Stooges, Dennis Miller, the reverend Al Sharpton, the 2010 Pittsburgh Steelers, Don Johnson and Jon Heder, the poor entire cast of Hot Tub Time Machine...and then there's Piven. Jeremy Piven. He showed up with Ken Jeong to promote a movie no one remembers...called the Goods. He stunk up several segments, infamously called SummerSlam "the Summer Fest" and then got roughed up by John Cena. Wrestling's the worst. Stop watching. And many did. For a looooooong time. - Robocop 2 This one's infamous, so I'll keep it brief. Robocop 2 came out in 1990, and goddamn, I don't know how much money the producers threw at WCW, but it was enough for them to rebrand an entire PPV "Capitol Combat: the Return of Robocop" and marketed the entire thing around the fancy metallic gentleman. The branding really made it seem like Robert Cop was old friends with the promotion, and indeed, old friends with Sting. Makes sense; two big, heroic idiots running on BASIC. He had been feuding with the Four Horsemen, who locked him in a cage at ringside. Out comes Robocop, called completely straight by Jim Ross, who rips the cage door off his hinges, and then leaves. An accumulated 85 seconds of screen time. Totally worth being the centerpiece of this PPV! But a little context as to why WCW fans hated it so much: 1989, the year before, was regarded by WCW fans as one of the best in company history. The era that gave us stuff like Chi-Town Rumble and the still-very-much-lauded peak of the Steamboat/Flair feud. To go from that to Robocop was seen as a bit of a slap in the face, because WCW was always seen as the more traditional "wrasslin'" company and was never into cheesy pop-culture crossovers, which is why the last one...is all the funnier.

- Ready To Rumble First of all, those dumbasses at Turner had to give Michael Buffer - who they still had on retainer - around $350,000 just to use that title, because he owns the trademark to that phrase. Strike 127 million, capitalism, that a guy gets to own a phrase and gets paid an obscene amount when he or anyone else uses it. Secondly, I initially wasn't going to do movies where the promotion itself is producing the movie, or oh holy HELL would See No Evil and the infamous May 19 shit be on here. But unlike See No Evil, this had a hand in killing a decades-old wrestling promotion, so it feels weird to not include it. On April 7th, 2000, bad movie Ready To Rumble was released, a film about two hapless dorks trying to help Oilver Platt, aka the lawyer from the West Wing, become WCW World Heavyweight Champion. Two weeks later, to promote the movie, they made David Arquette, the lead actor in the movie, the WCW World Heavyweight Champion. He pinned Eric Bischoff, who wasn't the champion, of course, in a match where he was teamed with Diamond Dallas Page, his best pal and the company's top babyface at the time, but who is also one of the villains in the film to make it extra confusing for the mainstream casual audience the movie was made to attract. And, to be fair, Arquette didn't want to do it, NO ONE really wanted to do it, and it tanked viewership for WCW once and for all. At the very least, David took his payday from the wrestling appearances and the film and gave it to the families of Owen Hart, Brian Pillman and to Darren Drozdov, who had been paralyzed from the neck down in a wrestling match the previous year.

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Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- “Suckin’ in the Boys Room”

Male bathrooms usually have urinals for men and boys to pee in, though sometimes they don't always pee in a urinal.

Working with the World Wrestling Federation, when they travel to any arena, of course there's going to be separate bathrooms for men and women, some of them are even gender neutral.

Urinals actually popped an idea to your head, a pretty clever idea at that.

Once, a few months after you had joined the WWF in 1996, after you had that urinal based idea, you tried finding the men's bathroom, checking to see if there's any urinals there.

Yep, there were, and you grinned from ear to ear excitedly, thinking yes! inside and nearly balling your fists up in excitement.

You ran all over the arena trying to look for Shawn Michaels, perhaps the hottest, sexiest man in the WWF at that point, and hoped he had some free time.

Shawn was getting hotter and sexier as the days went on, finally ditching that tacky mullet he had from 1992 to 1995, and this time, Shawn had his long hair hanging down and he didn't have any facial hair.

This is just the way you like him.

When you found Shawn, your eyes lit up seeing him and your lips smiled from ear to ear, feeling the same way on the inside you felt when you found out the men's room had urinals.

His facial hair was shaved and his hair wasn't tied back in a ponytail or braids.

You scurried up to him, and he was happy to see you, his pearly white teeth smiling at you.

You leaned into his face and whispered something to him in his ear, sharing an idea you had planned with him and asking him if he has any free time.

When you whispered your plan, your fingers laced in between the spaces of his fingers, the tips of your fingers bunching up in the palm of his hand.

Shawn was arguably the hottest man in the WWF in 1996/1997,and he's probably the man who would most likely do something like this with you.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley is really handsome, Billy Gunn's getting cuter when his hair is growing long, Jeff Hardy is 2nd to Shawn as the hottest man in the WWF, Bret Hart is sexy but he's too wholesome, Davey Boy Smith is pretty hot but not enough, Brian Pillman's cute but that facial hair is kinda unsexy, and while Scott Taylor, Brian Christopher and even Bob Holly/Sparky Plugg are pretty cute, Sparky Plugg has that tacky mullet and an overbite, and Scott is more cute than hot.

Besides, you guys would rather read about Shawn than the rest (besides Jeff Hardy).

His eyes grew wide hearing your idea in a bit of shock and surprise, but he doesn't mind your idea at all.

In fact, he likes it.

He agreed to your idea, and you smiled from ear to ear, you could nearly jump up and down in happiness.

Holding his hand, you ushered him towards the men's room, pulling him towards you when you walked in front of him.

When you and Shawn entered the men's room, there wasn't anyone in the room, seemingly, and that's a good thing.

Although, you don't mind if men piss in the bathroom if you're in there, as long as they don't do something else people do in the bathroom.

The room luckily didn't smell that bad, for now, anyway.

Before you and Shawn could get to doing your agenda, you had to look inside the urinals, just to check and see if there wasn't anything nasty or disgusting in there.

You dashed over to the urinals horizontally lined up, and your eyes looked inside those urinals, looking to see if there's something else people do in the bathroom that some males out there do inside urinals.

Something that Mr. Mackey once fussed at the kids at in a "South Park" episode.

Luckily, there wasn't something even more disgusting than urine in the urinals.

Your nose also didn't inhale or smell anything that smelled too awful there, so that's a bonus.

You then sunk yourself down to the floor and squatted on the tiled floor, your head looking under the men's bathroom stalls to see if there's anyone in the stalls.

"What are you doing?" Shawn asked.

"Looking if anyone's in the bathroom stalls" you confessed. "I'm actually okay if men pee in the bathroom while I'm in there, but if they do something else people do in the toilet while I'm in the bathroom, I'm not fine with that"

Shawn nodded his head, chuckling and knowing what other thing is.

That other thing is what was inside a sandwich eaten by Mark Henry, Sunny's Chinese food, Jerry Lawler's crown, the Rock's lunchbox and Sable's bag.

Thankfully, there wasn't anyone in the bathroom stalls, for now, anyway.

And again, before you could do anything with Shawn, you then straightened yourself up and stood up, walking around the bathroom to see if there's anything disgusting in there.

Your eyes looked at the tiled floor, which luckily wasn't that filthy, and your eyes looked at the corners, checking if there's any vomit or feces there.

Luckily, there wasn't any.

Your nose inhaled and sniffed to smell anything gross, you didn't sniff as in get on the ground and press your nose on the floor like you were a dog sniffing, but you took a deep inhale to smell if there was anything gross.

Nothing so far.

Your eyes also checked if there's any urine puddles on the floor, but there really weren't anyway.

"What are you doing?" Shawn asked.

"I'm looking if there's anything gross in the room" you admitted. "Like shit or puke, y'wanna help look around the room?"

"Why do you care so much about what's in the bathroom?" he asked.

"Because I don't want to do something awesome if there's gross things in the room" you confessed, your fingers wrapping on the edge of one of the stall doors and opening the door, stepping inside to look inside the toilet.

Your eyes looked down in the toilet bowl to see if anyone didn't flush, thankfully, there wasn't anything gross inside.

Your eyes looked down at the floor in this bathroom stall, your eyes inspected carefully if there was any vomit, shit, urine or all of the above.

Thankfully, there wasn't any of that in the corner of the stall or on the floor, though there was a bit of mold in the corner of the walls.

Your eyes looked on the stall's walls for anything gross that comes out of someone's body, but all you could see was some graffiti.

Someone wrote "Austin 3:16" on a stall in a black Sharpie marker, another person wrote "NWO 4 Life", whereas some people wrote "*insert name* was here", another person drew Wu Tang Clan's logo on the stall in a black Sharpie.

Your nostrils took an inhale to smell anything nasty in the stalls, though you aren't gonna do it in the bathroom stalls.

You haven't smelled anything gross so far.

"Well, why do you want to do this in a bathroom?" Shawn asked "Considering this is where people shit?"

"Good point" you mentioned, "But...I have reasons why I want to do this in a bathroom".

You then left the stall and entered the next stall, your eyes looking in the toilet.

Luckily, there wasn't anything inside the toilet bowl.

Your eyes looked in the corners of the stall and scrolled across the floor, looking for any bodily functions, especially the really gross ones.

Nothing was there, thank God.

Your eyes then looked at the bathroom stall's for anything gross smeared on there, but all you could really find was just some graffiti written in Sharpie marker.

As your eyes looked around for anything gross, your nostrils inhaled the scent of this bathroom stall, but it didn't really smell that disgusting.

There needs to be some air freshener spray in every bathroom.

Why exactly do some people not flush the toilet, unless the handle doesn't work?

And why do some people piss and shit in urinals or on the floor, or smear their fecal matter on walls?

Besides, shouldn't it be janitor's job to clean up the bathrooms?

You walked out of the stall, only to find Shawn standing in the middle of the bathroom, waiting for you.

"Are you going to help look around the bathroom for any shit or puke?" you asked him.

Shawn shrugged his shoulders.

"Is that a 'yes' or a 'no'?" you asked him.

"Fine, I'll do it" he decided, and he started walking all around the room, looking for any feces or vomit in the room.

You walked around the bathroom, your eyes glued to the tiled floor to check to see if there's any excrement or vomit on the floor.

So far, there isn't any.

Shawn's eyes are looking down at the floor as he walks, he can't seem to find anything that comes out of your ass or out of your mouth, and that's a good thing.

You walked over to the corner of the bathroom, where the urinals are lined up in a horizontal line, observing if there's anything in the corner or on the walls.

There really isn't anything gross besides a little bit of mold.

You're really overthinking and obsessing over how disgusting a bathroom is, and yeah, public bathrooms can be gross.

Is it necessary to walk all around the room to find any crap or vomit on the walls or in the corner?

Your eyes haven't found any of that stuff, neither has Shawn.

"Hey Shawn" you said, raising your voice.

He turned his head and looked at you.

"It's not necessary for us to walk around the room looking for shit and puke" you confessed. "Except if it's in the toilet bowls or in the bathroom stalls, we can just stand in the room and our eyes can look around the room to see if there's any of that"

Shawn agreed with you, nodding his head.

"Have you found any crap or puke?" you asked him. "Any pee puddles?"

"Nope" he admitted.

Thank God, you thought, your eyes rolling in the back of your head in satisfaction.

"Neither have I" you admitted.

You and Shawn are wasting time looking around the room for feces and vomit, so you should get to what you really want him to do to you.

"Hey Shawn, I'm ready!" you announced, scurrying over towards next to the urinals lined up.

You squatted down on the floor and opened your mouth wide, wide enough for something to enter you.

Shawn walked over to where you are, seeing you squatting down next to the urinals with your mouth open, like you're pretending to be a urinal.

You took your shirt off and had no bra underneath, you dressed like this to prepare for what you want to do with him.

Shawn walked up to you smiling and grinning, pulling the zipper of his jeans down and unbuttoning his jeans when he walked up to you.

When he stood right in front of you, standing close enough for his cock to touch you, he grabbed onto the sides of his jeans and slid his jeans and underwear down, until his genitals were exposed right in front of you.

"Hey Shawn" you said "Remember, don't fart when you do what I want you to do"

You want this moment to be nearly perfect.

He chuckled and promised not to do that, hopefully he does keep his promise.

You feel even bad for saying a popular word for passing gas.

(I can't believe I'm typing a word about flatulence in this fanfic that's supposed to be sexy, as well as typing things about what else you do in the bathroom in a sexual, erotic fanfic).

He then wrapped his fingers around his shaft and aimed the tip of his penis at your mouth, his hand began pumping and stroking his cock, masturbating his dick.

He isn't gonna pee in your mouth or do something else people do inside the bathroom which is even more disgusting, he's gonna do something to you he's done to you many times.

Yep, you're acting and pretending to be a urinal.

Though, you have thought of letting Shawn and other male pro wrestlers pee on you, and while pee isn't as gross as something else people do in the toilet, but...

(Apparently, there's an urban legend Shawn Michaels invited 3 ringrats to a hotel room and peed on them).

You're surprised no one is entering the bathroom, for now, anyway.

In fact, you regret not letting some other hot, sexy male wrestlers in the WWF jerk off on you and in your mouth like you're a urinal, but maybe some will go to the bathroom and you can let them do that to you.

As Shawn is masturbating himself, precum is leaking out of his slit and down his shaft, making his cock slipperier.

You want his precum to enter your mouth, that's why your mouth is wide open, though you don't mind if he gets it in your face and chest.

You look silly squatting on the ground with your mouth wide open, but you're pretending to be a urinal.

You shut your eyes tight just in case you get any precum in your eyes, that hurts.

Shawn remembered why you're closing your eyes, he's jizzed in ringrat's and women's faces before and they've said it hurts when they get cum in their eyes.

Shawn, meanwhile, is looking at your face with your eyes closed, grinning at you while he masturbates.

Some of his precum actually is landing in your mouth, a little droplet of his precum landed on your bottom lip and trickled down your chin.

The tip of your tongue licked where a little blob had entered your mouth, you recognized that taste, it's obviously precum.

If any precum gets inside your mouth, you're going to obviously swallow it.

Shawn's shaft feels slipperier and slicker thanks to masturbating it while precum is oozing out of his slit and trickling down his shaft, but it makes it easier for Shawn to pump his cock.

You really hope that you and Shawn won't get arrested for having sex in a public bathroom.

Even though you're acting like a urinal and the intention is to get cum in your mouth, you don't mind it if he gets cum on your face, your chest or both, that's why you took your top off and didn't wear a bra underneath as well as shut your eyes.

Though, should you get cum on your face and on your tits too?

Shawn's precum just keeps on dripping out of his slit and in your mouth, and the tip of your tongue is licking any precum that's inside your mouth.

Some of his precum is landing on your tongue, and you just can't help but swallow that precum.

Since he isn't getting any precum on your face so far, you opened your eyes, only to see Shawn's denim clad legs in front of you.

Your eyes scrolled towards the left side, looking at the wall behind you and looking to see if there's any shit or puke on the floor.

Shawn noticed your eyes scrolling towards the left.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "Looking for poo and puke?"

You nodded your head.

"There is none" Shawn said.

Indeed, there isn't any.

People, especially grown adults, need to have better manners.

Your pupils scrolled back to the middle of your irises and your eyelids shut your eyes.

So far, Shawn hasn't farted at all, and that's a good thing.

Your nose inhaled again, just in case the room smells disgusting.

Nope, nothing so far!

Good for him!

While he's jerked off in your mouth, you haven't smelled anything too foul.

Shockingly, no one has entered the bathroom so far.

This is all too perfect.

You pretending to be a urinal with Shawn Michaels in a clean bathroom, and no one's taking a dump in one of the stalls or in the urinals?

Even the room doesn't smell too bad.

There hasn't even been anyone else entering the bathroom yet, though you don't mind if someone else enters the bathroom, especially if it's another hot wrestler.

Shawn's leaning his head back as he jerks off, biting on his bottom lip and his eyes are slightly rolling in the back of his head over how good it feels to masturbate.

Sometimes, his fingers are rotating around his shaft while they're wrapped around it, helping him cum even more.

Precum just keeps dropping in your mouth, some of it's getting on your chin and your chest.

Your top is still gripped in the palm of your hand, holding onto it.

Hopefully your shirt won't get any mold on it.

You really should've invited more men to jack off in your mouth, that way you would get more cum inside your mouth.

But...how are they all gonna get their jizz in your mouth if they're standing on your sides?

Then, they'll get it on your face, tits and hair.

And some of these other men you want to invite are hot, but not hot enough.

It is pretty pointless for you to close your eyes since he isn't gonna cum on your face or tits, for now, anyway.

You opened your eyes, though he's been jacking off for quite a long time, so he might cum any minute now.

For now, his precum keeps dripping into your mouth and your mouth is there to swallow it.

You (and Shawn as well) wishes his cock could shoot cum out of his dick like it's urine, not shooting out in little squirts, just lengthy, long and thick precum gushing out of his slit like water out of a fire hydrant.

Eventually, pretty soon, he groaned out, and he finally jizzed inside your mouth, his precum now thick, white cum  blowing into your mouth and getting on your tongue.

His slit keeps releasing his cum out more and more.

It isn't premature ejaculation, no, it's real cum shooting out of his dick.

Looks like you (and Shawn) got your wish, now his cock really is shooting his cum out like a machine gun.

And you're loving it.

You shut your eyes in case you get any jizz in your eyes, and you're getting every drop of his cum inside your mouth.

You then shut your mouth and swallowed his jizz, your tongue licked across your teeth to get any cum off of your teeth.

Your tongue traveled and moved around your mouth just in case you have any cum on your mouth.

Since Shawn's been a good boy and his dick is drenched in precum and official cum, he now gets a reward.

You opened your mouth and leaned your face into his cock, his penis entering your mouth more and more, and circulated your lips around his shaft.

When his entire penis was in your mouth, you began sucking his cock, your tongue also licked up and down his shaft, licking up any precum that trickled down it.

Shawn smiled and grinned, enjoying this reward.

Later on, you told him it was pointless for you to close your eyes since he wouldn't cum in your face and tits, but he can do that the next time.

Epilogue: you let many different wrestlers separately use you as a urinal, they didn't pee or poo on you, but they jizzed in your mouth and sometimes on your face.

Sometimes, you let one wrestler cum inside your wide open mouth while you squatted down in the bathroom, other times, you let many of them all cum in your mouth and on your face.

When the WWF during the Attitude era used to have those short little vignettes where the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" plays and shows some clip, there was one vignette where it showed the backsides of men peeing in urinals in a bathroom, and next to those urinals is you squatting down on the ground with your mouth wide open while Triple H is in front of you.

When Triple H leaves this vignette, it shows you with your mouth looking full.

Some people watching this vignette thought, "Did he pee in her mouth or something else?".

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I hope you reading this fanfic didn't find it too gross or even silly.

#shawn michaels #90s #1997 #wwf #fanfiction

[rawiswhore]

Triple H x Fem Reader- "Knock on Wood"

The second most iconic cartoon duo of the 90's behind Beavis and Butthead was Ren and Stimpy.

"The Ren and Stimpy Show" was a groundbreaking cartoon that was like nothing else on television during the early 1990's and would end up ushering in the cartoon renaissance from the 1990's to even today.

"Ren and Stimpy" influenced and paved the way for so many cartoons that came after it---from kids cartoons like "Spongebob", "Adventure Time", "Rocko's Modern Life", "Invader ZIM", "The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy", "CatDog", "Cow and Chicken" and many more to cartoons aimed at adults and teenagers like "Rick and Morty", "South Park", "Family Guy" and "Beavis and Butthead".

"Ren and Stimpy" was also one of those cartoons that was popular enough to cross over into popular culture and be referenced and parodied on various TV shows and cartoons.

You bought into "Ren and Stimpy"'s hype after seeing commercials for it on MTV and seeing it referenced and mentioned in just about every TV show you watched, some of your friends and peers had even wanted you to watch "Ren and Stimpy" because of how funny and off the wall it was, and you ended up enjoying that show, although it could be really gross and WTF at times.

You were even high on drugs while watching "Ren and Stimpy" a few times thanks to the reccomendation of some friends who watched it while high.

When you had joined the World Wrestling Federation in 1996, you not only still continued to watch "Ren and Stimpy", sometimes even with some wrestlers, but also watched it while getting high with other wrestlers high on drugs.

At the beginning of 1998, the WWF was undergoing a makeover, where they were no longer kid friendly, but now edgier, darker and more boundary pushing.

"Ren and Stimpy" was a boundary pushing kid's cartoon that made jaws drop over some of the content, making you think "how did they get away with that?".

And this new current WWF era was that same way, that new WWF era being known as the Attitude era.

In January of 1998, the former Hunter Hearst Helmsley is now known as Triple H and he spent the majority of the month in that year on crutches, which meant he couldn't wrestle.

However, despite being on crutches that month, he still would cut promos in the ring.

Once, on a "Monday Night Raw" episode when he had wooden crutches underneath his armpits, he said "For all you ladies out there, don't you fret, don't you fear, there's plenty more WOOD where that came from!".

When he said the word "wood", he put emphasis on that word and made one of his hands motion a chopping gesture next to his crotch as well as thrust his crotch when he said the word "wood".

Yep, he was making a dick joke, typical of him during his D Generation X days throughout 1998.

During that same aforementioned "Monday Night Raw" episode, during a short vignette that played the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now", you were backstage in a locker room standing on the floor on your knees in front of Triple H while he had those wooden crutches underneath his arms.

The camera filmed Triple H standing on his right side, and you don't mean right side as in him looking really good.

Your face was right in front of Triple H's genitals, looking like you're about to give him a blowjob, and his hands were unzipping and unbuttoning his jeans, his hands grabbing onto the tops of his jeans as if to show you his penis underneath.

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth dropped open, pretending to be shocked at the sight of his penis.

Yeah, like you've never seen Trips' dick before, when you used to get caught with Hunter in limos making out with him and looking like you're about to have sex!

"Your wood is so thick and heavy" you gushed, your eyes as well as face looking in concern up at Triple H, only for your eyes to look down at his genitals again, your voice raising so the audience can hear you "I don't know if I can take it"

You can take it, obviously, especially your character you play in the WWF!

One of your hands, specifically your fingers, looked like you were wrapping your fingers around his shaft and holding it.

"What is goin' on?!" Jerry Lawler asked. "Is she doin' what I think she's gonna do?!"

"Just suck it!" Triple H suggested, grinning while he said that, his hands joining together and making an "x" shape above his genitals and thrusting his crotch out.

You leaned your face into his genitals, burying your face there and looking like you're gonna give him a blowjob, and right as you appeared to look like you're gonna perform fellatio on him, the camera cut away from something else.

Bah.

Just getting to the good part and they cut away.

One of the most iconic musical numbers and moments from "Ren and Stimpy" was a commercial for a literal log that parodied the Slinky commercials and jingle.

There's a line in that song that says "It's log, log, it's thick, it's heavy, it's wood!".

Hmmm...it's big, it's heavy, it's wood...

Either I have a dirty mind or that line sounds a little bit sexually suggestive.

"Ren and Stimpy" was notorious and infamous for its sexual innuendo.

When Triple H had those wooden crutches that month and mentioned his wood (and you don't mean his crutches), your hand grabbed his crotch and gushed and purred to him "You've got some thick, heavy wood" while grinning at him and trying to sound sexy, though you said this to him when there weren't people in the audience and this wasn't being filmed on television.

It was your idea to reference that "thick, heavy wood" lyric from that Log commercial on "Ren and Stimpy".

When Brian Pillman had joined the WWF at the end of 1996, he was on crutches due to falling asleep at the wheel earlier that year.

You actually walked up to Brian, got close to him and grabbed his crotch, purring "Your crutches aren't the only thick, heavy wood" while grinning and looking at him.

Brian has a personality somewhat similar to Ren Hoek from "Ren and Stimpy" when he goes crazy, and both Brian and Ren were ticking timebombs who did some crazy shit.

You've wanted to reference "Ren and Stimpy" in the WWF, having Mankind and Brian Pillman cut promos inspired by Ren Hoek's crazy ramblings, or having Shawn Michaels, Triple H or another member of DX shout "I'll teach your grandma to suck it!" while crotch chopping, referencing the "I'll teach your grandma to suck eggs!" line from Ren and Stimpy's iconic "Happy Happy Joy Joy" song.

Wonder if the audience would've gotten the references to "Ren and Stimpy" considering that was such a popular cartoon throughout the 90's?

Speaking of which, if you watch the Attitude era during the late 90's, you'll notice there are so many signs and posters in the audience that have "South Park" characters on them.

I know "South Park" was a hugely popular cartoon in the late 90's, it was the most popular adult cartoon then, but where were all the signs that had a "Simpsons" character, Beavis and Butthead or even Ren and Stimpy on them?

Because the characters on "South Park" were easier to draw and because it was the new popular adult cartoon, that's probably why...

#triple h #d generation x #dx #1998 #90s #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Billy Gunn x Fem Reader- “I Wanna Be Your Slave”

D Generation X is part of the reason the WWF now calls itself WWF Attitude; back when DX was Shawn Michaels, Triple H and Chyna (and to an extent, Rick Rude), they helped initiate the WWF's Attitude era, which would end up beating WCW Nitro in the ratings war and even have higher ratings than the WWF during the 80's Hulk Hogan era.

D Generation X are perhaps the most savage people in the WWF, which is saying a lot considering they were around during the same time as Stone Cold Steve Austin, Kane (someone whose character is a horror movie psychopath whose face was burned during his childhood), Mick Foley's Mankind, Ministry Undertaker (who kidnaps and crucifies people and drinks blood) and even Al Snow (someone who carried a decapitated female mannequin head).

From invading WCW and blowing up CNN, to cutting a promo in blackface, to spray painting the Nation of Domination's locker room with racist insults and cartoons and blaming it on the Hart Foundation, to insulting people to suck their cocks if they don't agree with them, they really live up to their name.

In December of 1998, Billy Gunn's hair has grown longer, Triple H has shaved his facial hair, and Shawn Michaels is back in the WWF.

How wonderful is this?

Despite Shawn barely being in D Generation X, he is a former DX member and even did their signature crotch chop before they were even formed, so he still counts as a member.

You remember last year when Brian Pillman, who gets brought up as being a predecessor to the WWF's Attitude era, some have even said he started it with the "Pillman's got a gun" moment, kidnapped Goldust's wife Marlena and turned her into his personal sex slave.

While this storyline was pretty problematic, even in the 90's it would've been problematic, at the same time, you liked this storyline, why?

You just like the idea of being someone's sex slave, just as long as you consent to it.

D Generation X, again, are some of the most savage people in the WWF who do just about anything for shock value (that's the WWF's Attitude era in a nutshell).

At the end of 1998, December of '98 to be exact, you shared an idea with the 3 sexiest members of DX, Billy Gunn, Triple H and Shawn Michaels, and they loved your idea.

So much, this could easily be a DX storyline on "Monday Night Raw".

One day in December of 1998, you stood in your dressing room with these 3 aforementioned DX members, who were dressed how they dress on "Monday Night Raw" as their DX characters, though, they really aren't much different from who they play in the WWF.

Triple H had his long hair down and flowing, no little hair tie behind his head tying it in a little ponytail the way he looks on "Monday Night Raw", just letting his hair let loose, just the way you like it.

Billy had his hair hanging down, so did Shawn, neither of these two had their hair tied back in ponytails.

You didn't invite Road Dogg and X Pac to this, why?

Neither of those two are attractive.

After they had all undressed you, Triple H wrapped his fingers around your neck, although he wasn't trying to strangle and choke you, but he did pull you down to the floor in front of his crotch.

This is like something Kane would do, minus pulling you down to his crotch, and on a "Monday Night Raw" episode, Kane did wrap his fingers around your neck and lift you up in the air.

When your knees hit the floor, Shawn and Billy were standing right next to Triple H, where those aforementioned two slid their zippers down and unbuttoned their pants, however, they didn't unzip each other's pants, in example, Shawn zipping down Billy's pants and vice versa.

You sat on the carpeted floor on your knees while these 3 wrestlers were standing in front of you unzipping their jeans.

After Shawn and Billy unzipped their pants, Triple H followed, where he unwrapped his fingers around your neck and slid the zipper down his jeans, unbuttoning his pants afterwards.

While Triple H was unzipping his jeans, Shawn and Billy slid their hands down their boxers, where they wrapped their fingers around their shafts and pulled their dicks out of their boxers, their cocks flopping over their boxers and jeans.

Of course, they didn't put their hands down each other's boxers, like Shawn putting his hand down Billy's boxers and vice versa.

Triple H saw what Shawn and Billy were doing, and instead of pulling his jeans and boxers down, he slid his hand down his boxers and pulled his cock out, letting it flop over his jeans and boxers.

It probably would've been better if they pulled their jeans and boxers down.

"You've got such perfect dick sucking lips" Triple H purred, he looking down at you and running the pad of his thumb across your lips "Perfect to be wrapped around my cock"

"Yyyyyeaaaaaah!" Shawn roared, Billy smiling from ear to ear.

Triple H put his hand behind your head, burying his fingers through your hair, where he pulled your head into his genitals, his cock sliding and entering your mouth when you were shoved to his privates.

When his cock entered your mouth, you wrapped your lips around his shaft, your eyes looking up at him.

"Now suck it!" he ordered, sounding serious.

You proceeded to suck on his cock, your lips and head moving up his shaft when you sucked his dick.

Your lips slid up his cock while you sucked it, your mouth was wetting his shaft in saliva.

Shawn and Billy were laughing and smiling while you sucked Triple H's dick, their eyes were looking down at you performing fellatio on Trips.

Shawn wrapped his fingers around his shaft and picked his cock up, where he slightly hit the side of your face with his shaft.

"Man, I wanna cum on your face" Billy confessed, where he wrapped his fingers around his shaft and proceeded to pump his shaft up, until some precum spills out of him.

This is the type of language DX can't even use on television.

Speaking of precum, as you sucked on Triple H's cock, precum was spilling out of the little slit in the middle of his penishead, his precum landed on your tongue.

Your throat was there to gulp and swallow his precum spilling out of the tip of his cock, your tongue is there to lick up his precum trickling down his shaft.

Triple H was looking down at you while you sucked his cock, not looking down at you like he was disappointed, no, he was proud of you, grinning at you while you sucked his penis.

"That's a good girl" he purred, his fingers stroking through your hair. "Can your mouth handle my big, juicy cock?"

Billy's cock was nudging the side of your face, the tip of his dick was releasing some precum from his slit, some of it was getting on your face, which is what he wants.

Shawn saw what Billy was doing, so Shawn wrapped his fingers around his shaft and held his penis to the side of your face, where he proceeded to jerk his cock off.

Triple H's hand moved off of the top of your head, where he crossed his hand over his other hand's wrists and made his hands form an "x" shape.

You know what this means.

He lifted those hands, still in an "x" shape, a few inches above his genitals, only to quickly drop them down, his hands still in an "x" shape when they dropped.

"Suck it!" he shouted and proclaimed, thrusting his crotch in your face while he shouted that.

Billy and Shawn saw what he was doing, they laughed and smiled from ear to ear.

They really shouldn't be laughing, they've done this before to you too while you performed fellatio on them.

DX's "suck it" gesture and catchphrase should not be an insult.

Triple H's hands separated and slid apart from each other, his hands forming a "v" shape at what's known as his cum gutters, and raised those hands a few inches above his cum gutters, only to quickly drop them down, his fingers attached to each other on both of his hands.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed once more, thrusting his crotch in your face again, his hands now opposite side on both of his cum gutters.

How can Triple H keep a straight face while doing this?

"I don't wanna blow a load in her mouth" he confessed. "I wanna cum in her pussy!"

He then put his hands on your waist and lifted you up from the ground, his cock escaping and exiting your mouth.

He sat down on the brown leather couch in your dressing room, his erection standing straight up like a statue.

He then pulled you onto his lap, trying to make his cock enter your twat.

When you sat on his lap, you could feel his cock slide into your pussy.

Your head was arching and leaning back, your mouth dropping open, your face looking like you're having an orgasm while his dick entered your cunt.

You proceeded to start bouncing a bit up and down his lap, his shaft sliding up and down, in and out of your twat.

He placed his hands on your hips and spun you around while his cock was still inside of you, until your face was right in front of his.

Why did he do this?

So he can see your tits bouncing up and down.

He loves seeing women's tits, just look at all the chicks in the audience at WWF Raw shows he asks to flash their breasts.

Billy and Shawn became annoyed  and irritated when Trips turned your body around to him, they want to see your tits bouncing too, amongst other things.

"Hey, why'd you turn her around?" Shawn fumed, his face looking angry and raising his voice.

"So I can see her tits bouncing" Triple H explained.

"We wanna see her tits bouncing too!" Billy argued. "And cum on them!"

"You'll see that later" Triple H argued.

They really shouldn't be arguing.

Even though Billy and Shawn would love for you to suck their cocks as well and help jack off their shafts, they'd also love to cum on your tits, but they wanna bust their nuts in your twat.

Despite that Triple H was fucking you, his eyes were trying to look at your breasts bounce up and down while you rode him.

It was a little difficult for him to see your breasts bouncing up and down while you rode him, since the lights in your room were turned off except for the lightbulbs on your vanity mirror.

Maybe it would be better if he saw your tits bounce up and down when you aren't riding his lap.

He put his hands on your hips again and rotated you around again, this time until your back was in front of his torso and Billy and Shawn could see your tits.

Shawn and Billy's eyes grew wild when they saw your breasts bouncing up and down, their mouths spread ear to ear smiles as well.

Shawn licked his lips while he watched your tits bounce up and down, so did Billy.

"She's making my dick hard" Shawn confessed.

"Me too" Billy replied.

"I wanna jack my cock off on her face" he admitted "And cum all over her face and in her mouth"

"Me too" Billy said "I wanna cum on her tits"

But...they can't really do it, why?

They want to officially cum inside your twat, and they're afraid if they jerk off on your face and tits, they'll bust their nuts on your tits and face.

Which is fine, but they'd rather jizz inside your twat.

"You ever see when DX pissed on the Legion of Doom's motorcycles?" Billy asked Shawn "Back in  April this year?"

"Oh yeah" Shawn replied, smiling and nodding his head.

"I wanna cum all over her face like I'm pissing, peeing" Billy confessed "Hell, I wouldn't mind pissing on her"

"That's what I'm talking about" Shawn said "Bursting my cum all over her like a fire hydrant"

Fun fact: Brian Pillman, back in 1996, wanted to whip his cock out in the ring and pee in the ring when he appeared on ECW, but didn't.

If only Brian Pillman was here, he can join in on this fun too.

Even though Triple H in December of 1998 looks very hot, looking like he did at the beginning of 1998, you were imagining Triple H at the beginning of 1998, like in January of '98, was fucking you.

That was probably the hottest he's ever looked, by far.

He was the sexiest man in the WWF then.

Your pussy was getting wetter and wetter while Triple H fucked you, blood was filling up your clit as you rode him.

It's a good thing that Triple H is the one to fuck you first, because there have been several moments where Shawn was the 1st one to fuck you and you came on his dick.

Which is lovely, fine, wonderful, but you want other men to be the ones to fuck you first and you cum on their cocks.

I know I've said it before, but Triple H loves women's breasts.

So much, he slid his hands up your hips and let his hands on your breasts, where he squeezed your tits, sometimes fondling and caressing them.

He didn't just squeeze your breasts, but also tweaked your nipples, putting your nipples in between the pads of his index fingers and thumbs.

He tweaked and slightly turned your nipples, which feels soooooo good.

"Ohhhhhhh God, Hunter!!" you moaned and cried "Mmmmmmmmmm!! Ohhhhhhhh God!"

You bit your bottom lip when you mumbled "mmmmmmmm".

Shawn, Billy, and Trips would love to eat your pussy with their tongues, but Triple H is gonna cum any minute now, and they'll end up probably tasting men's cum if they eat your twat out.

They should've eaten out your pussy before Trips fucked you.

Speaking of cum...

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" you exclaimed and cried out. "Ohhhhhhh God!!"

Your pussy released this gooey, salty, white, slippery cum over his cock, still inside your twat.

Your clit beat and pounded like a heartbeat after you came.

Since Triple H's head is behind you, you can feel his breath on your bare skin, which feels so good, he's helping keep you warm during the wintertime.

Shawn and Billy Gunn are trying to control themselves, not from masturbating, but from jizzing.

Triple H was doing his share of helping fuck you, by raising his pelvis up and down the seat.

"You're so goddamn wet" Triple H confessed while he fucked you. "And slippery"

He was getting hot under his clothes while he fucked you, he's tempted to take his clothes off.

Eventually, pretty soon, Triple H did cum inside of you, releasing his jizz inside your vagina.

He then slid his hands from your breasts down to your hips, where he lifted you off of his lap, his cock withdrawing from your twat.

Your pussy hole was dripping his gooey seed out of your twat.

"I wanna fuck her next!" Billy begged, stretching his arms out and his hands motioning to come to him.

Indeed, Billy is next, considering he's probably the least sexiest out of all of these men, but he still is hot.

Triple H got off of the couch, whereas Billy had a seat on that couch.

Billy put his hands on both sides of your waist, where he pulled you onto his lap.

Luckily, when he had a seat on the couch, he had an erection thanks to seeing your naked tits bouncing up and down, though seeing you naked sucking cock did it too.

He was trying to be careful when he held onto you, so his cock will enter your pussy, and made sure that your pussy is positioned over his erection.

He then pulled you down to his lap, where the tip of his penis began to enter in something gooey and moist, that obviously being your twat.

His shaft was what eventually started to slide into your pussy hole after the tip of his penis poked into your cunt.

When you sat on his lap, his entire cock was inside your pussy hole.

When his dick entered your twat, your head was arching back while his cock sild more and more into your pussy.

Once his penis was entirely in your pussy hole, you began to bounce up and down his lap, his shaft sliding in and out of your pussy, but the tip of his cock always staying inside your cunt.

His hands were holding onto your hips while you rode up and down his cock.

Triple H, meanwhile, stood in front of you, where he saw your mouth agape thanks to you moaning while you rode on Billy's gun (ba-dum-tssssh).

Trips wrapped his fingers around his shaft and held his penis to your mouth, where your tongue tasted something salty.

Your eyes opened and looked up, only to see it's just Triple H.

He wants you to suck it and clean it, obviously.

You can't say no to his cock at all, considering it needs a good cleaning, so you closed your eyes and circulated your lips around his shaft, where your mouth proceeded to suck and clean his cock.

Your mouth swallowed all of the cum on his dick, a mixture of your cum and his, your tongue rolled around his shaft, trying to lick off any cum that trickled down his penis.

Since you were moaning while Triple H's cock was in your mouth, your breath was warming his shaft up, your lips and moans were buzzing and vibrating around his shaft, which made him want to lean his head back and moan.

Triple H now could get a good view of your breasts bouncing up and down while you sucked him, though he hopes he can try to look at your breasts as you blow him.

He'd love to put his hand on top of your head and pull you into his cock again, though if he does, will he have difficulty not seeing your breasts bouncing up and down?

Hmmmmmmm...

One of your hands moved to where your pussy was, where two of your fingers stretched your pussy lips apart so Billy could fuck you more.

Billy slid his hands from your hips to your breasts, where he stopped his hands at your tits.

He proceeded to squeeze and massage your breasts, fondling and caressing them as well.

Your hands could feel his precum stained palms on your areolas and nipples.

Meanwhile, as you sucked Triple H, again, he made his hands form an "x" shape above his crotch, lifting those hands a few inches above his genitals, only to quickly drop his hands down a notch.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed, thrusting his crotch into your face as he stated that obscene catchphrase, his hands still making an "x" shape.

You were trying your hardest not to laugh, chuckle or even smile after he shouted that.

His hands separated from each other and formed a "v" shape at his cum gutters, raising his hands up only to make them drop at his cum gutters.

"Suck it!" he shouted again, making his hands chop at his cum gutters.

And that's precisely what you did.

Maybe Triple H could try to "titty fuck" you, put his cock in between your breasts while you give him a blowjob.

"Hey Shawn" Triple H said to him, tapping Shawn on the shoulder "Y'know what I'm thinking of doing?"

"What?" Shawn asked.

"Putting my dick in between her tits" Triple H confessed. "Let her tits sandwich my cock"

"Oh God, yeah" Shawn gushed "I need somethin' like that"

Meanwhile, Billy slid one of his hands from your hip down to in between your pussy, specifically where your clit was.

His index and middle fingers were stuck to each other, where he made the tips of those two fingers furiously rub your clit.

His fingers were heating your hot pussy up, creating some friction as he rubbed your clit.

"Oh God, Billy!" you chirped and cried "Just rub my clit!"

You cried this all while Triple H's cock was in your mouth.

His cock probably might be clean, you've sucked on it long enough, though he probably wants you to still suck his cock while you're riding Billy Gunn, considering you're his sex slave tonight.

You just really hope his dick doesn't get erect again while you're sucking it.

While it would be wonderful if he jizzed inside your mouth and even elsewhere, he already came inside of you.

Speaking of cum, wonder if you're gonna cum again considering Billy's fucking you and rubbing your clit?

You can feel Billy breathe on you while he's fucking you, his breath warming your skin up.

Billy's eyes are closed while he's fucking you, he'd love to hold your thighs while you ride him.

"Oh-Oh my God!" Billy exclaimed "I-I-I'm gonna cum!"

After he said that, he did jizz inside of you, his cock bursting his sperm like a fire hydrant inside your twat.

He let out a throaty groan when he came and after he came, finally releasing something he needed to free.

A few seconds after he came, he put both of his hands on your hips and pulled you off of his lap, his cock sliding out of your pussy.

The tip of his penis leaked his sticky, salty seed, your pussy hole seeped his cum out of it.

When Billy lifted you off of his lap, Triple H's cock left your mouth, where he looked down at his flaccid penis.

Seemingly, there was no more cum on his shaft or on the tip of it.

Billy lifted himself off of the couch, now it was down to one more person...Shawn Michaels!

Saving the best one for last.

Shawn was so excited and happy he was the last one, a huge ear to ear smile plastered and filled his face up, his face could nearly hurt that he's the last one to fuck you!

He walked over to the couch behind you and plopped himself on one of the couch cushions, where he put his hands on your hips and pulled you down to his lap.

You trembled and fell down onto his lap while he pulled you to the couch.

He then lifted you up a few inches above his cock, until your pussy was hovering over his erection.

Your legs and thighs were spread apart slightly, so his penis can enter you.

He didn't just lift you up, you helped lift yourself up from his lap so his cock can enter you.

You also helped sink yourself all the way down to his lap until his penis slid into your twat, you don't need him to pull you into his lap.

As you got lower and lower towards his lap and thighs, his erection began to poke into your pussy hole, eventually sliding all the way in.

Your cunt in general was moist, slippery and wet, easy for him to enter.

"Man, you're so fucking wet" Shawn purred while his dick slid into you.

You bit your lower lip while his cock was entering you, your head was leaning and tilting back, you wanted to release a throaty little moan from your mouth but didn't.

Once his dick was completely inside of you, you proceeded to ride him, bouncing up and down his lap, his cock sliding in and out of you.

Billy, meanwhile, walked and stood in front of you, where he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, his penis now limp and flaccid, and slid his penis in between your lips and into your mouth.

You tasted something salty, that salty thing was obviously Billy's cock.

While you rode on Shawn's lap, you proceeded to suck on Billy's dick, trying to clean his cock off with your mouth.

Even though Shawn in December of 1998 was pretty hot and sexy, you were imagining Shawn in the summer of 1998, specifically in July of '98 when he returned with shorter hair, was fucking you, you also imagined Shawn back in 1997 was banging you while you rode him.

Shawn in July of '98 and throughout most of 1997 was the hottest and sexiest he's ever looked, by far.

He was doing his share of fucking you, raising his pelvic region up a few inches from the couch as well as down so he could thrust himself in and out of you.

"Mmmmmmm, Shaaaaaawn!" you cried and moaned while you rode him.

You moaned while Billy's dick was inside your mouth, your breath was heating his shaft up.

Of course, since Billy is a DX member, he couldn't help but do this...

He moved his hands above his crotch, crossing his hands at the wrist to form an "x" shape.

"Suck it!" he proclaimed, thrusting and pushing his crotch into your face.

His hands separated this time, moving his hands to his "cum gutters",  his hands forming a "v" shape there.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed again, his hands making chopping motions at his cum gutters, the tips of his fingers pointing at his crotch.

You can recognize his Southern accent.

And you did just that, sucked it, sucking the cum off of his shaft.

Your tongue licked up and down his shaft like it was a Popsicle, licking any cum off of his cock.

Triple H, meanwhile, had his dick in his hands, where he placed it in the space in between your tits, at least the tip of his cock.

You could feel something pressing on your chest, your eyes quickly opened and looked down, only to find Triple H's cock in between your tits.

"I want you to sandwich my cock with your tits" Triple H ordered "Rub your tits up and down my pole"

You heard what he said while you moaned and rode Shawn's lap, so you put your hands on your breasts and pressed them on the sides of his shaft on his chest.

You brushed and caressed your tits up and down his shaft, his penis feeling wet thanks to you sucking and lubricating it with your saliva.

He's gonna miss not seeing your tits bouncing up and down thanks to your breasts sandwiching his dick, but he can see you bounce your tits any time.

He also wants you to suck his cock while your tits brush up and down his shaft, wonder if you even could do that?

Billy, meanwhile, his head is looking down at you suck him off.

He grinned from ear to ear seeing you suck his cock, though he is disappointed he isn't seeing your tits bounce up and down.

Though, he's seen them bounce before, he doesn't need to see it all the time.

"You're such a slut" he murmured, but he means that in a good way and you're not insulted. "But I love it"

He is growing a bit jealous he isn't getting a "boob job" from you, though maybe he will get one after Shawn cums in you.

Shawn would love to play with your tits like the previous 2 wrestlers, but he can't because you're pressing your own breasts on Triple H's shaft.

So instead, Shawn is sliding his hands all over your body, letting his hands roam and travel on your naked body.

His touch is giving you tingles as his hands caressed and stroked all over your body.

"Oh God Shawn" you breathily cried and moaned "Just touch me more!"

He listened to what you said, letting his hands roam almost anywhere on your body.

He heard your conversation with Triple H where Trips wanted you to put his cock in between your tits, so he tried for his hands to not nudge and bump into Triple H's shaft.

Triple H pulled his cock away from your chest, where he pressed it on your lips.

You felt his dick poke your lips, which made you quickly open your eyes and look at his dick.

"Open wide" he ordered you to do, and your mouth stretched out more, making way for his penis.

When your mouth opened wider, the sides of your mouth stretching out further, he inserted his cock in your mouth, even though you already have a penis inside your mouth.

He wanted you to suck his cock while his dick was in between your tits, even while you were busy sucking on Billy's cock, maybe you even can do that, but then he realized that's impossible to do, unless you unwrap your lips around Billy's shaft and start sucking Hunter's cock instead.

You hope Billy doesn't mind that his dick will be nudging against someone else's penis, though, have you seen Billy Gunn?

Next year, he'd enter the ring wearing shorts with pink kiss marks on them, and a few years later he'd be in that infamous Billy and Chuck duo that gave off serious, blatant homoerotic vibes.

Now that Triple H's cock is no longer in between your chest and your tits aren't sandwiching his shaft, Shawn can play with your tits now.

Shawn's hands shifted to your breasts, until his hands covered and cupped your tits, where he fondled and played with them, sometimes squeezing them.

The sides of your mouth were hurting a bit while fitting two cocks inside your mouth and while trying to suck their dicks.

Triple H and Billy are amazed you can fit two dicks inside your mouth.

Shawn isn't just fondling and caressing your tits, but also tweaking your nipples like the previous two wrestlers did, putting your nipples in between the pads of his index fingers and thumbs.

Shawn's been fucking you for a long time, such a long time, that finally, he eventually came, letting out a rather throaty gasp out of his mouth when he jizzed inside your twat.

That noise he made out of his mouth, not to mention his facial expression you didn't see since he was behind you, indicates he finally has came inside you.

You pulled yourself off of Shawn's lap without any help, Triple H and Billy's cocks leaving your mouth when you got up.

You got on your knees and proceeded to suck on Shawn's cock, cleaning it off with your mouth and tongue.

Your tongue twirled around his shaft, cleaning off any cum that drizzled down his penis, licking up and down his cock like it was a Popsicle.

Of course, he had to do DX's "crotch chop", both the one where his hands form a "v" shape and an "x" shape in front of his crotch and shout the infamous catchphrase that accompanies that gesture, cackling and laughing after he exclaimed that obscene quote.

Billy and Triple H laughed too hearing that.

A few days after this "fourgy" (an orgy involving 4 people), you spoke with the WWF creative staff of an idea where D Generation X, specifically Triple H, Billy Gunn and even Shawn Michaels, turn you into their own personal sex slave.

They adored this idea, Vince Russo especially, but aren't you kind of already their sex slave?

Also, back at the beginning of 1998, you ushered into an arena during a "Monday Night Raw" episode clad in a black leather thong bikini with a black collar wrapped around your neck, and Shawn and Triple H were carrying two chains linked to that collar on your neck, holding those chains and walking you into the arena.

Luckily, you didn't have to crawl on all fours like a dog.

And a few months later after this, you turned Triple H and Billy Gunn into your personal sex slaves on a "Monday Night Raw" episode, where you whipped them and made them crawl on all fours while they had collars wrapped around their necks, you pulled them with little chain leashes.

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I actually began typing this fanfic yesterday and meant to publish it yesterday, but I couldn't finish it.

#shawn michaels #triple h #billy gunn #d generation x #dx #1998 #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers, Sable x Fem Reader- “We’re All Together Now”

It's a good thing that in the late 1990's, the WWF is letting wrestlers be themselves and create their own characters and personas, though even before the late 90's, they let wrestlers create their own signature gimmicks (i.e. Razor Ramon).

Why is this a good thing?

Because then you're being yourself and you mean really be yourself.

Though, considering this is the late 90's Attitude era (the most shocking, oversexualized era the WWF/E has ever had by far), they probably even would've given you this character/gimmick.

Speaking of the Attitude era, it's also a good thing that by the late 1990's, the WWF is becoming increasingly more adult oriented, adding more violence, profanity, shock value and especially sexual content.

Why?

Because it fits with how you are.

If pro wrestlers, specifically WWE/F ones, were mental illnesses and disorders, D Generation X would be oppositional defiant disorder, Kane during the late 90's and early 2000's would be antisocial personality disorder, Flyin' Brian Pillman would probably be intermittent explosive disorder, and Shawn Michaels, Lex Luger in 1993, and the Ravishing Rick Rude would be narcissistic personality disorder.

And you?

You'd clearly be histrionic personality disorder.

Why?

Because of you entering the ring wearing slutty outfits, two of which being wearing nothing but wrestling belts as a top and miniskirt and black leather outfits with your barenaked breasts exposed (with no nipple pasties covering your areolas), seducing most of the male roster (and even sometimes female), copying most of what you do from Madonna (yes, the pop singer who also might have histrionic personality disorder), and doing plenty of attention seeking moments, including this up and coming one.

They say people with histrionic personality disorder are seductive, act slutty and provocative, are easily influenced, ask others for advice, and are attention seeking.

Hmmmmm, does that sound familiar?

On a December 1998 episode of "Monday Night Raw", arguably the most popular woman of the WWF's Attitude era, Sable, had beef with you.

Why?

When she saw you dressed in that Vampirella outfit trying to seduce Christian from the Brood, she accused you of copying her swimsuit she wore at the 1997 Slammy Awards during a bikini contest.

Not just that, but she was also salty that you were stealing all of her attention, you're the one who makes headline news, causes so much controversy and appears on the cover of non-wrestling magazines, but she doesn't.

Sable was standing in the middle of a ring dressed in an evening gown, rambling on about how she's pissed off at you and why.

The titantron suddenly cut to you, sprawled out on a white bed in a hotel room completely stark naked, not a single stitch of clothes on your body.

Your legs were spread eagle wide open, however, the back of Val Venis' head was covering up your twat, censoring and concealing any nudity.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels were sitting across from each other, the back of their heads censoring your naked breasts and nipples, looking like they're sucking your breasts.

Billy Gunn and Christian were sitting next to the sides of your neck across from each other, their faces buried in your neck, kissing the sides of your neck.

Your hands were behind their heads, sliding your fingers down their hair.

Test was sitting on his knees behind you, his hands placed on your shoulders, where your head was arching back and he was busy kissing your lips.

Despite you could see the back of Triple H's, Shawn's and Val's heads, you can tell it's them by their bodies and the outfits they're dressed in.

The audience's eyes popped out of their sockets seeing this, their jaws dropping down and covering their mouths in shock, some parents even had to shield their kids' eyes.

Many of the people in the audience, both men and women, got out of their seats and cheered for you, a few men even let out some of those silly "wolf whistles" at you, whereas a few other men in the audience were chanting "we want puppies!", "pup-ies! pup-ies!", and "show your puppies!" at you.

Puppies is Attitude era lingo for a women's breasts.

Speaking of puppies, Jerry Lawler sitting at the commentary table was going absolutely nuts, shrieking his head off like the pervert he is.

Sable, meanwhile, pretended to be shocked, but she really shouldn't be all that shocked at you considering she (and everyone else) knows what a whore you are.

"There she is in her natural habitat!" Sable stated, pointing at the titantron "Showing us how she got famous in the first place!"

This got a major reaction from the male audience, who got out of their seats and were on Sable's side, cheering for her.

Christian and Test debuted in the WWF 2 months ago from this episode and 2 months later, one's sucking your neck while another is kissing you.

Your lips pulled away from Test, even though you didn't want to pull away from him, and your face looked at the camera.

"Whatever you say, whatever you are!" you snapped back at her, saying that rather sly and matter-of-factly.

Your hands switched from behind Christian and Billy's heads to behind Triple H and Shawn's head, sliding your fingers through and down their long, golden locks, pulling their heads into your tits.

Some men simping for Sable were booing you, but they can shut the fuck up.

The people that were on your side got out of their seats and cheered for you.

Test, meanwhile, was kissing behind your neck as well as massaging your shoulders.

Val, Triple H and Shawn were really trying to censor your private parts with the backs of their heads, the camera trying not to show any nip slips or shots of your crotch.

"Looks like you're jealous of me" you said to Sable "Because I have all of these men and you don't!"

You raised your voice when you said "I have all of these men and you don't!", lifting your hands from behind their hair and letting the palms of your hands sit up, as if to say "look at all of these men I've got!".

"Are you just gonna forget when Shawn and I spoke a few months ago?" Sable asked, "And danced with him in the ring?"

"Touché" you replied. "But look at who I've got right here!"

The women in the crowd were cheering for you, they were jealous of you too.

"I'm not jealous of some STD infested slut!" Sable snapped at you "Who's probably infected all of those men!"  

This got a huge reaction out of the audience, the audience shouting "ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" as if to say "oh no she di'int!".

"Hey Val!" Sable shouted at the titantron "You enjoying tasting that crab cake?!"

Both men and women in the audience were roaring their heads off, sounding like the audience on the Maury show when hearing something shocking.

"Does she taste and smell a little fishy?!" Sable added and asked. "I can smell that nasty vaj over here!"

Again, this got a huge reaction from the audience and even Jerry Lawler sitting on the commentary table, some of them were even cheering on Sable's side.

Val turned his head to the audience, grinning at them.

This got a massive pop from the women in the audience and even a few men.

"She's like an all you can eat buffet" Val stated "Creamy, juicy, salty and sweet!"

He grinned after he said that, licking his lips, not to flirt with the women in the audience, but to indicate how delicious you taste.

This got a huge pop from the audience, typical Val Venis innuendo.

"You really shouldn't be on Val's side" you said to Sable, pointing at Val's head with your index finger "He steals people's girlfriend and makes a few...adult films".

This got a major pop from the audience, many of them were on your side.

"He's probably had a few STD's too!" you fired at Sable.

"Then why are you sleeping with him?" Sable asked, sounding furious.    

This is like "The Jerry Springer Show", with you and Sable bickering back and forth at one another, insulting each other about being a slut, while the audience roars and shouts their asses off.

Then again, in the late 90's, trashy redneck pop culture was all the rage, and the WWF decided to join in on that, hell, even in the late 90's, the most famous writer of the Attitude era, Vince Russo, admitted he watched "The Jerry Springer Show" to get ideas for this new WWF.

Sable had enough of insulting you, so she then began rambling on about how she wanted a match with you, and you agreed to have a match with her.

But you ended that promo with how she really shouldn't be salty (though you didn't use the word "salty" since it's 1998) because you wore that Vampirella costume in October and she's already having a beef with you in December.

You did this in December, because not only were so many hot men in the WWF that month, but they got hotter and sexier that month.

Triple H didn't have facial hair and Billy Gunn's hair grew longer, and Shawn Michaels had returned in the WWF!

Later on that night, you and Sable had an evening gown match because Attitude era.

You managed to cut a wrestling promo while Val Venis looked like he was eating your twat out, two other men looked like they were sucking your tits and two men were kissing your neck while another man kissed behind your neck.

People watching this, be it in the audience and on TV, were wondering and asking each other, is he really eating her pussy? Are they really sucking her tits?

You wish that Rob Van Dam and Jeff Hardy could've been in on this orgy and maybe even pretended to eat your twat out and kiss you, but Rob was over in ECW and Jeff was almost never in the WWF this year except for in October.

It also probably would've been better if this was Christian in the year 2000 when he wasn't a vampire, and in 2000, you cut this promo while having Val Venis, Test, Jeff Hardy, Shawn Michaels, and Billy Gunn surrounding you like they did tonight.

Thanks to you, the WWF might end up being rated TV-MA because of some of the shocking things you've done on television that have made massive news and teeter on pornography.

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If OnlyFans.com had existed in the 90's or even the early 2000's, I've imagined my wrestling original character I've created would've most definitely had an OnlyFans account, even if she probably never joined the WWF or any other wrestling company.

#triple h #shawn michaels #val venis #test #christian #billy gunn #1998 #90s #wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #fanfiction #sable

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Naked and Not Afraid"

Hi. I want to apologize on behalf of why I didn't post anything on Wednesday and even Tuesday.

I was typing a fanfic on Tuesday to post in celebration of someone's birthday, but Youtube turned safety mode "on", and no matter how many times I tried turning it off, it still was on.

And I can't get to the video I based the fanfic I wanted to post on Tuesday and maybe even Wednesday on.

I also hope I haven't typed a fanfic with this title already!

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You came to the World Wrestling Federation at nearly the right place at the right time.

Why?

Well, there were some men during the late 90's WWF who were hot, sexy and cute.

You had serious doubts of being signed to the WWF, because the WWF in the mid 1990's was pretty damn corny and silly, with 1995 being considered the worst year the World Wrestling Federation has ever had, and you didn't really want to take part in something so cheesy and childish.

Then why exactly are you in the World Wrestling Federation if you don't like it?

On a Monday night near the end of 1995, you were flipping through the channels and came across the latest "Monday Night Raw" episode that featured a match with Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him because of how hot he was.

You started to watch "Monday Night Raw" just for him, and you soon started getting attracted to other wrestlers in the WWF as well: Razor Ramon, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, Davey Boy Smith and even Marty Jannetty.

You knew how rock stars, rappers, athletes and even serial killers had groupies, and you knew for sure wrestlers had groupies as well, and they do; they're called "ringrats".

You decided to attend a "Monday Night Raw" show at the end of 1995 and be a ringrat, and when you approached Hunter Hearst Helmsley, he was mesmerized by your beauty.

So awestruck, he wanted you to be one of his valets, and you had no idea what to say about this.

You had to decide on what to do, if you should be a valet for him or not.

You thought long and hard, having doubts about this, as well as thought of giving up your dreams you originally had.

Even Hunter had to think about if turning you into a valet was a good idea, and you being his valet isn't just for a onetime thing.

You talked with Hunter over it, exchanging letters to him and asking if this is a good idea, as well as even talking and meeting with the WWF creative staff over this.

Eventually, you decided to be his valet, and you were signed to the company in 1996.

Though, while you were his valet, you had doubts and even regrets over it, and even almost left the World Wrestling Federation.

1996 would be the year the WWF would improve a little bit, because that was the year Stone Cold Steve Austin, Mick Foley/Mankind and Brian Pillman would all make their WWF debuts, but there was also some stupid garbage like the fake Razor Ramon and fake Diesel, the New Rockers, Rocky Maivia, Isaac Yankem, and other silly gimmicks from the New Generation era.

You wish you could've been a part of the WWF roster at the beginning of 1996, because Razor Ramon was still in the WWF and he was sexy AF, and Leif Cassidy (not to be confused with Leif Garrett or David/Shaun Cassidy) didn't have facial hair like at the end of the year.

You were really disappointed and sad that Razor Ramon left the WWF, though who wasn't? He was one of the better things about the New Generation era and one of the few wrestlers in that era who was a major fan favorite and was quite over AF.

However, what can make up for that is that one thing you're happy about joining the WWF is that there were some hot men in that company in 1996 who knew how beautiful you were.

Some of them can even remember how slutty you were when you were a ringrat attending your first "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1995.

One day in the summer of 1996, you were wearing a short, silky Victoria's Secret bathrobe and standing outside of the men's locker room.

You looked inside the locker room to see if there were any men in there, yep, there were, and you hoped and prayed with your fingers crossed that the really sexy and cute ones would be in the locker room.

You quickly moved your head away from looking inside the locker room, trying to hide yourself and make sure they wouldn't see you.

You were also trying to be quiet and not burst out into giggles and laughter so they won't hear you.

With your hands attached to the ties of your bathrobe, your mind hoping and praying that these men from the WWF you think are sexy and hot will be in the locker room.

You then began to swerve and enter the locker room, and as you walked into the locker room, your hands shed the silky bathrobe off of your body, revealing your completely 100% nude body underneath that bathrobe.

You didn't have anything under your robe, not even lingerie, you were as naked as the day you were born except for the pair of open toed stilettos on your feet, and strolled and strutted through that locker room smiling.

Your nipples were pointing out as you walked through that rather cold locker room, you slid your feet out of those stilettos and let your heels lay there, letting yourself now walk in that room completely naked.

Thankfully, the floor doesn't have mold all over it, and you hope you won't get any planter's warts on your feet or anything.

Some men in the locker room were turning their heads and taking notice at your nude body, their eyes growing wide.

Your eyes were trying to find any hot men in the locker room, and you hoped that there weren't any wrestler's kids in the locker room as well.

Some of these men grinned seeing your naked body, biting their bottom lips, others were cheering for you and even making those corny wolf whistles you were used to hearing from the audience when you would stroll into the ring on "Monday Night Raw".

Other men were just rolling their eyes, one of them shouted "Stay in your own locker room!".

Would you strolling and entering the men's locker room naked as an obvious attempt for them to notice you be sexually harassing them?

Men can get sexually harassed too.

Though many of them lust over you, even the ones you're not sexually attracted to, and actually, you've had your fair share of sexual harassment in the WWF.

Your eyes eventually caught Brian Pillman, and he was a bit of a nutcase even when the cameras weren't rolling, and he found you strutting through the locker room in your birthday suit.

His eyes grew wide seeing you walk through the men's locker room naked, looking up and down at your nude body.

He was pleased over how slutty you are, that's a joy to him.

You lit up inside seeing him, now if only other men in the WWF could see you naked.

"Can I touch it?" Brian asked, his hand reaching out to your ass.

"Of course!" you answered. "Why do you think I'm naked?"

"Thanks!" he said, smiling from ear to ear.

"No problem!" you replied. "You're welcome!"

He lit up inside, so happy you'll let him touch you, and his fingers squeezed one of your ass cheeks.

You paused walking through the locker room to let him grab your ass, and he smiled and laughed from ear to ear squeezing your ass cheek.

He lifted his hand off your ass cheek , only for that same hand to pat and smack that butt cheek he previously squeezed, spanking it slightly.

You grinned at him while he squeezed and swatted your ass, only for you to walk away.

Some men in the locker room could hear the catcalls and wolf whistles made at you, assuming they're being made towards Sunny, the current it girl of the WWF and someone known for her sexual promiscuity, but no, they're actually being made to the latest edition to the WWF.

Those men had to hear where the catcalls were coming from, walking over, only to find you; the newcomer to the WWF's roster, specifically one of the newest women, walking through the men's locker room stark naked.

A few of those men were a little shocked, though you were a former ringrat that was gangbanged by a few wrestlers at the end of 1995 and was gangbanged by a few wrestlers when you had just joined the company in '96, so they shouldn't be all too surprised.

One of those men who heard those catcalls was Marty Jannetty, who has always been a ladies man, and he scurried over to see what's going on.

His eyes grew wide seeing it was you walking naked, though he shouldn't be all that surprised seeing you naked.

He's seen you nude twice and even has had sex with you already, so he needs to quit acting like Jerry Lawler.

Shawn Michaels heard those catcalls and wolf whistles, he had to see what was up.

Was it Sunny? Nope.

But it was you, and he's been in lust with you since you were a ringrat.

When he saw you, his mouth spread an ear to ear smile on his face as well, his face lit up, and he too, had to make a few wolf whistles at you.

Leif Cassidy, Marty Jannetty's current wrestling partner, saw you naked, he smiled and his eyes grew wide in shock and surprise, as well as trying to keep kayfabe alive.

Though, he shouldn't be shocked at you naked, he's fucked you before.

Eventually, your eyes found Bret Hart and Davey Boy Smith in the locker room.

Davey observed your naked body, he smiled and nodded his head, whereas Bret didn't really seem to care.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley eventually saw you, and he grinned looking at your nude body, biting his bottom lip and his eyes glued to you.

There were actually some wrestlers you weren't attracted to who tried to grab your tits and ass or even touch you, but you sternly told them "no, back off".

Though, if they wanted to touch you, why are you walking in the locker room naked?

Razor Ramon was always a ladies man, even the man who plays him (Scott Hall) is a pervy womanizer (and still is today), just imagine how he would react if he saw you strutting naked through the locker room.

He'd be wrapping one of his arms around your back and eying you up and down, calling you "baby" and "chica" and probably trying to keep kayfabe despite not being filmed.

Your eyes eventually found a bench in the middle of the locker room, and when you approached that bench, you lifted your feet off of the ground and placed them on that bench, walking and strutting on that bench.

When you reached one of the ends of that bench, you shimmied your shoulders up and down, slightly sinking yourself down and bending your knees.

Some of these wrestlers, from the hot ones like Shawn Michaels, Marty Jannetty, Leif Cassidy, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Davey Boy Smith, Billy Gunn and even Brian Pillman, to the less attractive ones that you don't really care for, followed you to that bench, swarming and circling around you standing on that bench, looking at you and smiling from ear to ear.

Their cocks were growing hard and their pants, shorts and tights felt tight while you strolled through that locker room naked.

You could nearly jump off of that bench and have these wrestlers hold you up in the air, but nah.

You then got off of the bench and strolled back to where you walked.

"Some of you can touch me if you want!" you stated, raising your voice. "Shawn, Hunter, Marty, Brian, Leif, Davey, Billy Gunn!"

This made them really happy, they figured you want them to touch you since you've fucked them before.

Shawn and Marty, who used to be tag team parters, grabbed both of your breasts and gave them a few squeezes, whereas Leif and Brian Pillman squeezed both of your ass cheeks.

You actually bent your body down a little and parted your legs apart so you can show them your pussy and vulva.

Though, it would be better if you sat on the bench and spread your legs wide open to show them your twat.

Shawn, Marty and Leif had "wolf whistled" at you, and you told them that they can touch your twat, put their fingers up your pussy hole.

They're not the only ones who can put their fingers up your cunt, Brian Pillman, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Billy Gunn, Davey Boy Smith, and even Bret Hart can do it too, as well as Scott Taylor and Brian Christopher.

You told Pillman, Hunter, Billy, Davey, Brian Christopher and Scott Taylor they can put their fingers up your pussy hole as well.

(For those who don't know who Scott Taylor is, he would eventually become "Scotty 2 Hotty", yeah THAT Scotty 2 Hotty with spiky bleach blond hair that did the worm in the ring, and Brian Christopher is Jerry Lawler's son)

These aforementioned men got really happy hearing that except for Bret Hart, but Brian Pillman is the one most likely to put his fingers up your pussy hole.

With his classic shit eating grin, he inserted one of his fingers up your twat hole, feeling how moist your pussy hole is and luckily knowing where it is.

His finger spread apart your pussy walls and he proceeded to slide and move that finger up and down in your cunt hole like it was his cock.

"Hey Bret!" you shouted, with an ear to ear smile on your face. "Y'wanna touch me, big boy? You know you want to!"

Bret turned his head and looked at you, looking glum and didn't seem like he wanted to really be there, though he won't deny you are a beautiful woman.

He shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to do.

He does find you skanky and vulgar, typical Bret.

And people thought Sunny was slutty, you arguably make her look like a nun.

"It's a shame Razor Ramon is gone" you pouted, sticking your bottom lip out. "He'd love this"

These other wrestlers agreed with you, nodding their heads and smiling.

"Jerry Lawler would love this too!" Shawn mentioned, and you nodded your head.

These other wrestlers hearing that laughed hearing that.

Of course Jerry would love that, but he's a bloated pervert.

Shawn, Marty, Leif, Pillman, Hunter, Davey Boy Smith, Billy Gunn and even Scott Taylor and Brian Christopher got turns to squeeze and play with your breasts as well as tweak your nipples, they all got turns to squeeze and smack your ass and rub your clit.

Shawn and Marty eventually put their fingers up your twat hole, but not at the same time.

Eventually, months and years later, you'd still continue walking and entering the men's locker room naked, letting some of the same men touch you (except for Leif Cassidy when he grew facial hair and Billy Gunn when he had brown hair), as well as let other men touch you in the same "bathing suit" places: Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Raven from ECW, Pierroth/Cibernetico, Hector Garza, Latin Lover, Heavy Metal, Scott Putski, Val Venis, Christian, Test, Bart Gunn, Stevie Richards, Eric Bischoff, Brian Kendrick, Scott Hall and others.

You thought of letting Spark E. Plugg/Bob Holly when he had that long blond hair let him touch you as well, he was kind of handsome, and even Jeff Jarrett was pretty cute with long hair.

Actually, you did let those 2 touch you when you walked in the men's locker room naked, and Bret Hart has copped a feel on you a few times.

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