#mexican womens wrestling

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[darlingshane]

fiesta in your mouth

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Summary: – @anna-hawk requested: I would love a sexy drabble with Reader being hungry... for food. The food is taking forever to arrive and they start bickering about Reader's impatience. It ends with Reader biting Shane's ass cause, well, HUNGRY. Except hungry for more now 😏.

Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, food, eating, playful banter, crack, some fluff.

-- Read below or at AO3.

It's another lazy night, hanging out at your boyfriend's, waiting for the food to arrive. And as per usual, your stomach starts protesting impatiently after an hour of just sitting around, watching TV.

It's always the same when you leave Shane in charge of either cooking or ordering. He's not a bad cook, he just doesn't have the time, or he's too tired after work to do so. And when it comes to ordering via app, he's not very tech-savvy and often screws up the order.

“Ugh, when it’s the food coming?” you complain, lolling your head back against the edge of the couch to watch Shane coming out of the hallway half-naked with just a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips after taking a shower.

“Why are you always so hungry?”

“Why are you not?” You whine, “you said we were eating an hour ago.”

“Don’t be such a brat. Food will be here soon,” your boyfriend states, plopping down on the couch next to you with his knees widely apart.

His curls slightly drip water on his bare shoulders while he flips channels on the TV, and you reach to swipe them with your fingers.

“Are you sure you ordered and paid right?”

“'Course, I’m sure. Stop being a pest. You should’ve eaten something before getting here.”

“You said you were cooking, I was saving myself for you.”

“You mean your virginity? I think that ship sailed a long time ago, sweetheart,” he quips, pinching the side of your hip, and you swat the back of your hand against his bicep.

“What did you order anyway?” You wonder.

“Mexican. I got all your favorites… arroz con pollo, crunchy tacos, nachos, enchiladas… A whole fiesta for your mouth. Better than my cooking, right?” He then reaches for his phone to check the Postmates app. “Look, it’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Another half hour?”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to cook like I said,” his mouth draws a playful smirk, “but if you were that hungry, you’d have lifted that sweet ass off the couch a long time ago, and made dinner yourself like women are supposed to do. But lil miss grumpy pants here doesn't like cooking, doesn't she?”

“I could punch you for even joking about that, asshole.”

“I'd love to see you try.”

“Is that a dare?”

“C'mon, let's see what you got,” he grins, and stands up, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants higher.

Then, he pushes the coffee table towards the TV console to have some more space, and holds his palms up, inviting you to spar amicably.

You stand in front of him, wiggling your fingers before closing both hands into fists. You start punching either of his palms alternately while he taunts you about how weak your blows are, mocking your flimsy arms, and terrible posture. You double down and hit harder until your knuckles start hurting, while he relentlessly jeers at you.

Getting all worked up, you decide to go for his face instead, but your hook is keenly intercepted before landing.

Shane quickly pins your wrists at your back afterwards, and your boxing session turns into wrestling. You escape his hold several times, but then you end up pinned down on the floor in the most awkward position with your body held and twisted around him in a way that your face is facing his ass while he struggles to keep you like that.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna give up, sweetheart?” he drawls, half panting.

“Never,” you laugh and manage to get one of your hands free to pull his sweats down and uncover his stinking cute booty. Without warning, you take a big bite at the curve of his hips, firmly marking your teeth on his ass.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Told you I was hungry. I needed a nibble of those delicious buns,” you bite his butt again, pressing harder, until he releases you.

“You’re a savage,” he grumbles, as you unclench your teeth to see that bright, pink love bite you’ve stamped on his white ass.

“If you forfeit, I win!” you exclaim in victory, rolling on the floor to have your back against the rug, and pushing both your arms up.

“I don’t think so,” his tongue swipes his lips before having him on top of you again.

He pulls your arms down and straddles your chest, placing his crotch awfully close to your face.

“Let's see how hungry you really are,” his lips curve up lewdly, as he pushes his sweats and boxer briefs down, showing his limp cock.

You lick your lips in anticipation, watching him pumping himself a couple of times until he’s half hard.

Then, he playfully taps the bulbous tip of his length against your lips, purring, “want some of this, darlin'?”

You eagerly nod.

“Okay, show me your tongue, and I'll feed you.”

Doing as he says, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

With a fist curled around the underside of his cock, he places it on the wet surface of your tongue and strokes back and forth until his semi erection blooms into rock-hard perfection with a bittersweet wet dripping that comes out of his slit.

“Now close your lips and have at it.”

Letting him guide-boss you like this is one of your biggest turn-ons, and you can already feel the sweet arousal coiling madly in your core with just a taste of him.

Your eyes are locked with his when you wrap our mouth around his flared tip. You inhale and start bobbing our head forwards as much as this position lets you.

Starting slowly, you let your mouth take inch after inch, watching him bask in the delicious undoing of your ways. You hum and go a little faster as he braces his palms on the floor over your head.

“Keep going, darlin’,” he grunts between praises and curses, losing his breath the harder you go, “I’m almost… fuck yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”

The pace of your mouth picks up, sucking him dry, and moaning against his steel-erection throbbing against your tongue. It drives him wild. You can feel it in the way he erratically starts thrusting into your mouth at the same time with nothing but desperation pressing in his center.

“You wanted me to fill your dirty mouth exactly like this, huh?” he grunts coarsely, and you can barely nod, as his cock starts twitching a second before having his seed spilled at the back of your throat.

He comes with a loud strangled moan and after every drop is out he takes his cock away, and places a palm over your mouth.

“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t spill it, baby,” he grins at you, half panting, “I wanna see you swallow.”

Your lips quirk up beneath his palm before gulping every drop of his sticky essence down your throat. You then open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he exhales, lying on top of you as he comes down from his high, “who’s the winner now?”

“You are, baby,” you chuckle, running your palms up and down his back as he presses himself between your legs. He’s not as hard, but you can still feel it behind the fabric of your leggings.

“Are you still hungry, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, a little. You promised a fiesta for my mouth and that was just a… a bitter spoon of yogurt past its expiration date at best.”

He snorts at your words, “say what you will, but I bet that made you wet.”

Pressing your teeth on your bottom lip, you give him a quick nod.

“Yeah? Do you want me to take care of that?”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re greedy as fuck, baby,” he laughs.

“Not as much as you are.”

“Yeah, probably not,” he accepts and draws in some air before sliding down your body, taking your clothes off, so he can give you the same release.

He buries his face between your legs and just as his tongue starts teasing your folds, the door buzzer goes off at the worst possible moment.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you utter in frustration.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” he pulls his head back, amused, glancing at you, “looks like we’re going to have to postpone this.”

“Ugh,” you let out as he pulls himself up, yanking his underwear and sweats on, to answer the door.

“Hey, don’t complain, the food is here. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chuckles and buzzes the delivery guy in.

“I guess,” you mumble, hot and bothered, as you slip into your shirt, and take a seat on the couch, covering your kegs with the throw before Shane opens the door.

After collecting the food, he places the containers from your favorite Mexican restaurant on the coffee table, and drags it back to its former position near the couch.

You pick a random unlabeled container, open it, and instantly forget about the interruption after finding out he ordered churros.

Glancing at you as he pulls the lid off another, Shane catches you smiling while sinking your teeth into one.

“Those are for dessert.”

“Says who? I gotta get the taste of your churro out of my mouth somehow. This will do.”

“Well,” he licks his lips and yanks the blanket off you to uncover your legs, “if you’re gonna have dessert first, I should too.”

“Yeah, have at it,” you chuckle as he kneels on the floor, pushing your knees apart, and dragging your ass closer to the edge of the couch.

You take another bite of your churro and put it aside as he props your thighs over his shoulders.

He gazes at you one more time before diving into your pussy. The eager tip of his tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, teases at your entrance, and every spot he can find to drive you out of your mind, avoiding your clit altogether.

Your fingers slide into his half-dried curls as he circles around it, barely grazing the peak of that swollen bud that’s aching for more significant stimulation. Filled with anticipation, your grip anxiously pulls at his hair as he takes his sweet time, savoring every inch of you.

His lips curve up against your folds, and you exhale, letting his name fall from your lips when he finally latches around your impatient clit.

Letting your head fall backwards, you close your eyes and drink in the mind-numbing sucking of his lips, taking you up to cloud nine with practice ease. One of his hands slips under your shirt to grab your breast while the other keeps a firm grip around your thigh with his fingers pressed on your mound.

Your body lights up with every lick and hum served in all the right places as he works you up to the highest level. He channels that electric jolt of your body to press a little harder until you fall completely apart at the mercy of his lips.

He pulls his head back, gently soothing his palms on your thighs while you slowly come down from your high. It takes you a moment to open your eyes, and when you do you see him using his fingers to clean the edges of his mouth covered in you.

“Welcome back, baby.”

Speechless, you simply smile at him as a response, as your breathing evens out.

“That good, huh?” he utters with his usual smugness, as if he didn't already know how to make you lose your mind like that.

He then rises from his knees and sits up, pulling you into his lap, linking his arms around your waist as you hug his neck.

“You taste sweeter than honey,” he whispers against your shoulder.

You let out a small laugh and pull back, so you can look at his eyes.

“Love leaving you without words, sweetheart,” he sweetly smiles, and you sigh, delighted, before capturing his lips.

#jon bernthal #shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #twd fanfiction #twd #the walking dead #shane walsh fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #darlingwrites

[auspicioustidings]

Not to smash my previous hyperfixation with my current one or anything but pro-wrestling au?

-TF141 is the face faction, crowd loves them and loves this extended storyline happening where Simon is torn between the Ghost faction and the 141. They have the most fanfiction written about them and Price absolutely gets daddy chants.

-the Ghosts are the spooky faction a la House of Black. Scary, not really on anyone's side but their own, arrogant, horror coded.

-the Shadows are the heel faction, Philip Graves is very much a love(lust) to hate him kind of villain. The betrayal storyline with him, the 141 and Los Vaqueros? Considered the best storyline of the year, the Shadows really got booed after that.

-Konig is a monster heel in the style of Kane during the attitude era where he is falling in love left, right and centre but cannot be normal about it so is kidnapping women to be his bride.

-Los Vaqueros are from good luchador stables and the crowd loses their shit anytime its a Mexican crowd. They are absolute babyfaces.

-Kate Laswell is the general manager who takes no shit from anyone.

-Alex is a ref with a tragic backstory, used to be tag champion then had an accident and lost his leg. Farah is his tag partner who is desperately trying to get him back on the mat as a wrestler again.

-Reader is one of the backstage interviewers who keeps getting dragged into storylines. Sort of finds themselves being dragged in every direction during a lot of faction wars.

-if you want to break kayfaybe, then you keep getting romance storylines pitched to you by everyone. Like obviously this isn't them asking you out, this is them proposing they kiss you every week on TV for the plot.

#cod #cod au #pro wrestling au #los vaqueros #tf141 #ghost team #shadows pmc #kortac #mhairidrabbles #today in aus that nobody wants #when I tell you the chokehold aew has had on me for the last year #more people should watch pro-wrestling it is so queer and dramatic #and everyone is hot so write that down

[vintagegeekculture]

“Wrestling Women vs. the Aztec Mummy” (1964).

In this one, statuesque Mexican girl tag-team wrestlers get mixed up with Dr. Fu Manchu (played by a Mexican actor) who seeks the treasure guarded by the Aztec Mummy. My favorite part is where Fu Manchu asks his two judo expert sisters to challenge the girl tag team wrestlers for the map to the Aztec treasure. In the finale, however, they discover the tomb is guarded by an Aztec mummy-sorcerer, who ties up and threatens to sacrifice the luchadoras. The brunette is played by Elizabeth Campbell, a regular sight in Mexican b-movies. 

#mexsploitation #luchadoras #wrestling movies #mexico

[blowflyfag]

WORLD WRESTLING FEDERATION MAGAZINE : DECEMBER 1999

1999 The Year of Chyna

By Kevin Kelly

Chyna has achieved what no woman was ever expected to in the World Wrestling Federation and it’s not necessarily just because of her athletic skills. Not underestimating a physique reminiscent of a leather-clad sculpture–perhaps it is because the Ninth Wonder of the World refused to listen when others said, “No.”

Chyna knew she could compete against the men, but the purists needed to be enlightened. Beginning with the Royal Rumble, 1999 has been a series of ground-breaking triumphs countered only by miniscule setbacks.

While the role of women in society continues to evolve, albeit rather slowly, the former bodyguard has seized the means of production and created her own revolution. How did this once stoic, solitary revolutionary become the tombstone by which all women in the next century will be measured and compared? It all began with a painful childhood. 

In an interview in the October 1998 issue of the World Wrestling Federation Magazine Chyna described her early family life as “dysfunctional.” After leaving home at the age of 15 the future athlete excelled in high school, regularly making the Dean’s list, and later graduated from the University of Tampa (Florida) with a double major in Spanish and Literature in just two and a half years. Prospective employers like the United Nations and the U.S. Secret Service would have to wait, however.

During her college years, Chyna had discovered a talent for weight training. Combined with a lifelong desire to perform the groundwork was set, almost as though destiny had a hand in molding the sculpture that is the Ninth Wonder of the World. 

Questioned many times about the prospect of competing against other women in the ring, Chyna has consistently stated that it would not be challenging enough. Trained by Killer Kowalski in a class of all-male wrestlers, even the World Wrestling Federation Hall of Famer knew that the skills of his prized pupil were far from common. Even before entering the Federation in 1997, Chyna was aware that to make an impact she would have to compete against the men. 

First as bodyguard for Triple H and then the unifying glue of DX, Chyna preyed upon the weaknesses of men. Her notorious low blow proved that any man of any size could be felled like a tranquilized elephant with one upward thrust of her powerful arm. If retribution was due for the sins she had committed, Chyna knew that generally men would not want to strike out at her because of the childhood rule: Don’t hit girls. To this day, many of her victims blindly look at gender and wind up temporarily paralyzed because they are not “allowed” to hit a woman. 

At the 1999 Royal Rumble, Chyna made history as the first woman ever to compete for the privilege. Having thwarted the other D-Generates, Vince McMahon stood triumphantly while Chyna made her way to the ring as the final DX member in the Rumble qualifier. No one expected her and that element of surprise has been a persistent weapon against Chyna’s opponents. 

In time, however, that element of surprise began to dissipate. Chyna needed to show that she was more than just a Mexican uppercut. She did that in her attempt to win King of the Ring. With Triple H at ringside providing guidance, Chyna proved to the world–and more important, to herself–that she could do it. 

As the old saying goes, “Good talent can make anyone look good in the ring.” The Ninth Wonder was in there with the best of the best, and despite not coming away with the victory in the perennial June tournament, Chyna put herself on the roster as a competitor. She was credible, believable. It appeared to be more like rediscovering the talent she had been born with than something she had learned. Chyna had evolved once again and the sculpture was almost complete. 

“SummerSlam was supposed to be my time!” Triple H bellowed at Chyna after the Ninth Wonder of the World became the number one contender. Chyna would not wilt under the intense heat of the spotlight. No one doubled her spot now because she had earned all our respect. 

In that same ‘98 interview, the Ninth Wonder said, “There is a lot of mystery to Chyna and she hasn’t been unleashed yet. We can do so much with my character…”

The stories that can be told about the Ninth Wonder of the World are as limitless as the imagination. Her “character,” as in integrity, is unparalleled. Chyna and Triple H are the quintessential professionals. That being said, will Chyna remain a part of Triple H’s career? There have been rumors that their partnership may be nearing an end. 

When Triple H became the Federation Champion the night following SummerSlam, it wasn’t without assistance. Chyna has been a steadfast, reliable accomplice for Triple H for nearly three years. Critics of Triple H argue that the network of assistants has hindered his credibility. Would Chyna remove herself from that role in Triple H’s life in response to the critics? 

Whatever future career decisions Chyna makes will not be in response to outside detractors. Throughout her life, Chyna has fought when most would have packed up and moved on. With minimal parental guidance as a young woman, Chyna completed high school and graduated from college with honors.

After stumbling onto weight training and a desire to compete in the fitness field, Chyna heard the naysayers and went on to make history on a televised event. Although the wrestling business wanted no part of her, the Ninth Wonder refused to be ignored and simply kicked the door in. Now, Chyna is approaching legendary status in the renaissance of sports-entertainment and the World Wrestling Federation–a history maker, a trendsetter, a one of a kind. 

This has been the year of Chyna. Her improvement and development will continue into the next century as well. One thing is certain–Chyna will constantly stay one step ahead and keep everybody guessing what is next for the Ninth Wonder of the World.

#wwf #world wrestling federation #Chyna #wwf chyna #magazine transcript #magazine scan #wwf magazine scan #wwf magazine

[coderedblood]

TW for mentions of abuse and sexual assault

Not that their criticism isn’t valid if fans complained (and I refuse to listen to Corny Cornette himself for a number of awful reasons, including allegations of sexual abuse, bodyshaming and thinking Kenny Omega is a fetishizing p*doph*le bc he wrestled, sold for and put over a 9 year old he helped train, and for Omega’s putting over of Japanese women, one of the most attacked groups in professional wrestling), but let’s recap this right quick. (I am aware I’ll be accused of bias here. I do not care.)

“Jungle Boy” Jack Perry is facing criticism and is in controversy for being rude and aloof in two separate places, a convention and a Q&A. One of these incidents led to fans losing money and there were no refunds. In a video (which I watched 🤮 it was painful and cringey but you’re welcome!) of his, Cornette presented emails of fans who had bad interactions with Perry. Breaking down these incidents, they are as follows:

A fan paid Perry for a selfie and voice note. Perry did not do the latter.

A fan asked if Perry was coming back to their region for any more indie bookings. Perry, in what was recounted as a “rude” tone of voice, said “I ain’t traveling back there anytime soon”. This could’ve been handled better. He could’ve gotten away with this if he said so with humor and saying he doesn’t know, but he didn’t. Plus, what’s wrong with the fan’s region? (Rude, Jack.)

A young fan asked Perry what wrestling match he would watch if he were about to die. Perry said if he knew he were about to die, he wouldn’t be watching wrestling, and the thought of doing so was depressing. On one hand, that fan is a child, and children are have rudimentary grasps of death. Of course they’ll be thinking about doing fun things if life is gonna end. On the other, Perry is 25 going on 26. He is a young man and he responded in a pretty young person fashion. (Ive asked my older brother similar questions and he’s responded similarly to Perry.) Plus he also lost his father at a young age, and he was probably remembering what his dad was doing as he was dying. Here, it’s unpopular, but I don’t think either party was in the wrong.

In the now infamous Q&A, Perry was asked by another young fan about who he seeks advice from in the locker room. Perry said he only seeks advice from people who have a similar style to him, like his ex partner of some years Luchasaurus/Austin Matelson, and he doesn’t listen to “guys like Billy Gunn”. On one hand, yes, his dismissal of Billy Gunn is rude. Billy Gunn has been in the industry for longer than Perry has been alive, and the fact that Gunn will be 60 this year and still looks amazing and puts on cool matches, that is noteworthy and worth listening to. On the other hand, lucha libre has a lot of equally long-lived wrestlers (like Rey Mysterio, who’s been wrestling since he was 15!) and since Jack Perry is from California, a state with a significant Mexican population, there is some noticeable lucha libre influence in his wrestling style. Perry probably gets a lot of advice from lucha libre wrestlers. There are multiple ways of having a long career. So here, I think Perry was rude towards Billy Gunn, but ultimately neither he nor the fan were wrong.

Another young fan (what’s it with you and kids, Jack?) asked Perry for advice on becoming a wrestler. Perry said “just don’t do it”. Rude? Yes, especially to a child. However, this was a little concerning to me, especially with the way it was delivered. Perry seems to be growing disillusioned with the business he’s been training in since he was a 9-10 year old child, especially with his stagnating character. (I love the Jungle Boy gimmick but it’s time for a change.) This sounds like a tired young man. (I heard my older brother in him here too, I gotta check on my older brother again.) Rude, yes, but he seems unhappy. He needs to talk to his bosses and see how there can be changes.

Perry responded on Twitter with how much he loves meeting fans, told people to “take a walk, get laid, or hit a Canadian Destroyer”. He did not apologize. He is under a lot of criticism for these actions that have transpired, and people are either cancelling him or they are calling for a heel turn. Either way, he is the least popular Pillar atm.

Let’s now take a look at the other 3 Pillars.

MJF legitimately no-showed a fan fest last year, ostensibly over a pay dispute. This I don’t fault him for. He also could have had mental health issues or health problems or a family emergency in addition to the pay dispute, but until the autobiography comes out in 2046 we’ll never know. (This is terrible, but even with MJF’s skill in the ring, I do wonder if he was made AEW World Champion partially to keep him in the company.) A kindly user named @syreina reminded me of an incident where he dumped alcohol on a child. (What the fuck Max?) IMO that’s more problematic than rudeness.

Sammy Guevara, a beacon of trouble. In 2020 it came to light that during a podcast, Guevara said he wanted to “r*pe Sasha Banks”. (First of all what the fuck Sammy?) This is completely not okay. AEW suspended him for the grand total of one month and donated his pay to a Florida women’s shelter. Then he was back on tv. (That’s why my mom and I laughed when he said he didn’t have any pushes or privilege. Yeah right Sammy.) In 2022, he caused a fight with Eddie Kingston (where Kingston legitimately struck him, not cool Eddie) over calling Kingston fat. He later attributed this incident to “being in character” which can be a bad thing. It’s a version of “I was just joking”. Hella rude, Sammy. This isn’t 1986, wrestlers come in and all shapes and sizes now. You don’t insult people’s body types. Then later that year he was involved in a legit fight with Andrade over the latter being too stiff, to which Andrade responded (summarized) that Guevara should be stiffer (that’s what she said 😂) Guevara then said Andrade should be grateful because all he is/was in AEW is a “jobber” and said the only reason he gets bookings is because of his father-in-law (Ric Flair). Andrade simply said he would see Guevara Wednesday, which indicated a storyline, but instead what happened was Andrade legitimately ambushed Guevara. Did Guevara deserve this? No, of course not, but he has a history of problematic interactions with other wrestlers and not getting punished for them. (One has to wonder how much Chris Jericho is protecting him.)

Now we come to the least problematic of the Four Pillars, Darby Allin. Right? WRONG! Of the four, Darby has received some truly heinous accusations. An ex and fellow wrestler named Hawlee Cromwell, has said he emotionally, physically and sexually abused her. In addition, he has gone on podcasts (like Chris Jericho’s) and gleefully told stories of abusing homeless people and addicts for money or fixes. (One horrific incident that apparently took place was he made a homeless person dr*nk vomit for $5. I don’t remember where it is, but this story is burned into my head. He also made a drug addict put his head in a filthy toilet for $100 and paid off a cop in two more incidents. Eww.) Yet Darby gets countless pushes and title reigns. People have been fired for far less than he’s been accused of. He’s sick and I hate him, and I hate talking about him. (My mom and I half-joke he’s related to Tony Khan if he’s being protected from consequences so much.)

What is the point of all this, you’re asking. (If you’re still here, if so, hi and thank you!)

The point is, I don’t excuse Jack Perry’s rude behavior. With that said, this seems to be a relatively new thing. I have heard a lot of fan interactions with Perry, and I’m not exaggerating when I say almost all of them were positive. (Except for the recent ones, which are still a small percentage.) It has also been alleged that Perry has severe anxiety and stomach problems. (I believe the anxiety bc as a GAD sufferer, I can recognize the traits - lack of eye contact or looking around a lot, fidgeting, speech patterns, discomfort in large crowds/being the center of attention, etc.) That still doesn’t excuse the rudeness, and he should take these incidents as opportunities to grow and develop into someone better. If he has these severe problems with his health then he needs to speak to his doctor and his bosses about solutions to help him be better. That said, I also do find it suspicious that notorious AEW detractor Jim Cornette is the one to bring these incidents to light, especially since he’s never really had a complimentary thing to say about Perry to begin with. (Cornette’s comments about Marko Stunt, one of Perry’s close friends and an inspiration to Perry, are horrible and I’d say he should be ashamed of himself but that man has no shame especially since he masterminded Smoky Mountain Wrestling.)

Also, of all the things to be cancelled for, I don’t think rudeness is one of those things as much as you shouldn’t be rude, especially when you’re coworkers with actual terrible person Darby Allin, professional shit-talker Sammy Guevara and guy-who-pours-alcohol-on-kids Maxwell Jacob Friedman.

TLDR: “Jungle Boy” Jack Perry is under fire for recent rude behavior and some vocal members of the wrestling community are calling for his cancellation. Rude behavior especially towards kids isn’t okay but this seems to be a recent thing and was started by Jim Cornette (professional shit-stirrer). Perry should take this opportunity to apologize and get better, especially since he’s one of the pillars with Darby Allin who’s done far worse and is beloved, and Sammy Guevara, who can’t shut the fuck up.

#long post #jack perry #jungle boy #four pillars #aew #jim cornette #darby allin #fuck I hate that I have to put their names here #sammy guevara #mjf #canceled

[theanticool]

Chihiro Sawada vs Hisae Watanabe

The latest star out of AACC is Chihiro Sawada (4-0-1). She was the inaugural Shooto atomweight champion. Sawada is a standout wrestler having competed internationally for the renowned Japanese women’s wrestling team. She’s a force at 105lbs as that level of wrestling sets her apart from the competition.

She’s set to make her international debut as she is coming to Miami, Florida this Saturday (May 13) for Combate Global: Mexico vs. Japan! She is set to face Mexican fighter Ana Palacios (7-1-1) in the main event.

#Chihiro Sawada #Hisae Watanabe #Shooto #MMA #MMA Fight

[brokehorrorfan]

The Aztec Mummy Collection will be released on Blu-ray on July 19 via VCI. It collects three of Mexico's Aztec Mummy films: Curse of the Aztec Mummy, The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy, and Wrestling Women vs. the Aztec Mummy.

1957's Curse of the Aztec Mummy and The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy are directed by Rafael Portillo. 1964's Wrestling Women vs. the Aztec Mummy is directed by René Cardona.

Special features are listed below.

Special features:

Video essay covering each movie by Mexican film expert Dr. David Wilt

Curse of the Aztec Mummy:

The walking dead Popoca meets some mobsters led by a tough guy called The Bat and his enemy a masked superhero wrestler called The Angel.

The Robot vs. the Aztec Mummy:

Out to find the ancient Aztec treasure, a mad scientist referred to as 'The Bat,' builds a giant humanoid robot to conquer the mummy warrior who is guarding the treasure's map and the tomb where the treasure is located.

Wrestling Women vs. the Aztec Mummy:

Two beautiful female Mexican Luchadoras go up against Popoca, the Aztec Mummy.

Pre-order The Aztec Mummy Collection.

#the aztec mummy #aztec mummy #the mummy #mummy #horror #mexican horror #50s horror #60s horror #vci #dvd #gift #universal monsters #classic monsters #black and white #foreign horror

[pennyserenade]

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B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

i think all of my stories are inspired by my own personal experiences. i find it easier to write characters i connect with, particularly if they're my main characters. i've spent a large portion of my life looking for people like me, who've seen what i've seen and are what i am, and now that i can create them, i very much do. losing dogs is a reflection of my own struggles with grief and depression; scenes from a marriage features two characters with one parent, both very mexican, exploring themselves in these identities and a strong connection to a country that isn't entirely yours; fade into you is entirely based around my own personal experiences with deportation and being raised by one white parent and never feeling like you fit anywhere. everything i write isn't based on my own feelings and experiences, but i do always make sure there's something in there. i think it helps make them more human and i hope anyone who reads it knows that they're not alone in those things

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

i've been dabbling with the idea of a creating a fic where one of the main characters dies by the hand of the other, and it happens out of love. i've been thinking abt it for about two years lol. i think that one is probably the worst

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

yeah! i really want to do that frankie morales wrestling referee story. i will probably attempt to tackle that after i finish fade into you, because wrestling was such an incredible part of my childhood and my being confident and secure in being a girl (which was a struggle with four boys in my house!) i would love to exist in that world again and to write cool badass women that taunt and love frankie on the road

#jazzelsaur #misc. #i hope you're having a good day too <333333333

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Chucky & the Sinclairs~ (Slasher Roommate HoH:DC excerpt)

-The doll undid the metal teeth and shuffled through the objects inside, hoping that any of them might be the one to keep his attention for the rest of the night until he fell asleep. There was a brief, half smile as he shook the rectangular, metal tin filled with buttons. His fingertips traced and slid over the lid, all along the pin-up figure that one of the Sinclair boys had done for him.

Ambrose had been an accident, but luckily he hadn't been alone for the misadventure. Mike had gone with him. It had been a few weeks out on the road since convincing the Shape to leave and originally, traveling with the stoic and often grumpy slasher had been burdensome in many ways. Thanks to his height, Michael had to be the one to drive. And it had taken a month before Michael let him listen to anything on the radio, but so far down south, it was excusable. All the radio stations had been a Groundhog's Day of few choices: Either you sit and listen to evangelists workin' up a sweat as they screamed about the debauchery of their sinners, or about one hundred different flavors of the same smoke-and-whiskey voice crooning about the same shit they always seemed to be going on about; Whether it be beer, women, or heartbreak. Or even all three.

Mikey never liked talking about himself, but it had been one of the easiest things to learn about Michael Myers.

That, and the fact that Michael Myers hated country music.

They'd wrestled with a paper map only a handful of times before they both had given up, and mutually came to an agreement that boosting a car with an actual GPS in it was the better plan. Better to rely on sweet, sweet technology than argue and get lost.

You wanna know what the funny thing about that shit was? The GPS hadn't kept them from getting lost at all. In fact, it had been the sole reason that they had ended up in Ambrose. All those backroads had ensured the result, and voila~ Before they knew it, there was a whole town in the way of where they had actually wanted to go.

Something had been up about it from the very start. Creepy, run-down, empty town? Woodlands? Not a soul in sight? The shit hadn't been his first rodeo. The place screamed of something unnatural, and with all the psychos he had met beforehand that he now called 'friends' and 'co-workers', Chucky had smelled opportunity. So naturally, he had Mike wait up in the car while he boldly walked around. Sending himself first to make introductions was a technique he had learned early-on.

He had plenty of gripes with his size and his toy body sometimes, but that wasn't to say it didn't come with its own benefits. He'd be less intimidating than lanky, bean-pole Mike Myers. His stature and colorful appearance made his enemies underestimate him, and that was key.

It had almost gone sideways though. He had thanked Damballa countless times that day for having brought Mike along. Exchanging words with the three brothers had felt like a Mexican-standoff, although it had been two of them at first. Clearly, they hadn't appreciated his unannounced arrival or his trespassing on their home turf. Some marveling had been done at the look of him, but other than that, it hadn't played out in his favor.

'I think Vincent'll like him!' One of them, who he later learned had been Lester, had chuckled. The more clean and put-together of the sibling pair, Bo, had briskly eyeballed him and conceded; 'Y'know what, Les. I think you're right. I'm sure Vincent'll make a mighty fine piece outta you. What'cha think?' All the while, a double-barrel shotgun had been making love-eyes at him by the time Mikey had come around, and for once? Chucky hadn't been able to talk his way out.

And to think, he was so good at it too.

In short? Not the best way his meetings had gone. Surprisingly, it had been one of the few occasions he had been threatened. 'I reckon you best do some talkin' before I go sprayin' yer brains around the place. I won't be too cut up 'bout it though. From the look of ya, don't look like it'll take me too long to get it all up.'

It had been all thanks to Michael that the tension had shifted and he was able to get more dialogue out. Chaos had been kept at bay, but not by much. He could recall just how rigid Michael had become at the scene of him held up at gunpoint. For a second, he thought all Hell would have broken loose and that one of the siblings would have been impaled on that double-barrel.

Nope. They'd gotten to talking and was provided a proper tour of the place after, before finally being able to meet the third brother. The rest of it had gone over much smoother. Smooth enough to get to know them a bit more and to ask an artistic favor.

Nothin' too fancy. Just a little something he had asked for, but it hadn't been free either. Chucky hadn't at all minded paying for the art on the metal tin. Although when he had given Vincent the money for it, you'd think from the way Bo Sinclair had snatched it out of his hand, that he had demanded the fuckin' thing be painted and not asked for it to be painted. 'My brother ain't a damn show-horse. You want work done, you pay for it. You'd do well to remember that.'

It wasn't like he had asked for The Mona Lisa for anything. Although, she might as well have been just that. All he had wanted was a pin-up of Tiff, from the blonde bun to that tattoo over her right breast and all. And he had to give it to the guy: She looked good, but that was Tiff for you. Tiff always looked good.-

#House of Horrors: Director's Cut #my fic #chucky #michael myers #house of wax #sinclair brothers #slashers #slasher fandom

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Honestly… can Rush recruit a couple luchadoras from Mexico for AEW… feels like we need some real Mexican wrestling in the women’s division instead of well Rosa’s carny shit and politicking

Yeah i'd like to see some luchadoras come in, or some that know the craft like Lady Frost.

Thunder Rosa is her own factor, she has alot to answer for, gaslighting the fans into thinking she's the goodguy, making the fans think AEW isnt pushing her yet when she's given the chances to cut promos she bombs etc.

It is what it is and I would still have Thunder Rosa on my roster if I was in charge of AEW, but she would no longer be a main event act for me.

#aew #thunder rosa

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Movie Review | Doctor of Doom (Cardona, 1963)

This review contains mild spoilers.

Like Night of the Bloody Apes, this disappointingly does not feature as its villain a real gorilla (or man in gorilla suit, if we're going to view it from a production standpoint), but an ugly half-man, half-gorilla hybrid. If you were lured by the poster, which promises an angry gorilla presiding over a wrestling match, you will be sorely disappointed. So in that area, it's on about the same level as the later movie.

Similarly, if you looked at the poster, and given the juxtaposition of the gorilla with the wrestling match, and watched this hoping that at least one character would wrestle the gorilla, you will again be disappointed. The main characters are a pair of female wrestlers, but alas they do not wrestle the gorilla (or half-man, half-gorilla hybrid, to be zoologically correct). However, this is an area in which this movie compares favourably to the later one. Here, the female wrestlers are the main characters, and fairly proactive in the plot, perhaps doing more to solve the mad-scientist-directed half-man-half-gorilla-hybrid murders than the cops assigned to the case. Whereas in the other movie, the female wrestler character quickly becomes sidelined, while all other female characters are stuck in fairly traditional roles. The earlier movie is surprisingly the more progressive one. One could argue that the resolution here undermines that quality, as the female characters sit in the sidelines, but one of the main male characters proves to be pretty useless as well, foolishly risking his life by dangling from a water tower when he could have just not done that.

I understand wrestling was quite popular in Mexican cinema at the time, although my actual experience with the scene/genre/movement/what-have-you is quite limited. I did appreciate that this leaned into this element, offering plenty of wrestling scenes, including a particularly tough match in the climax, although as someone who doesn't watch wrestling and is more familiar with the overtly theatrical modern American version, I cannot say how "good" the wrestling scenes are here. I will however note that the characters have rather bouffant hairdos, which I did not expect as I'd assumed Mexican wrestling was big on masks (the type which cover most of your head). I will also note that this goes further to justify the wrestling element, as the mad scientist's scheme revolves around brain transplants that "for biological reasons", must involve girls who are both intelligent and educated, and have sufficient physical strength. So naturally he looks for women with college degrees, and then for female wrestlers, but sadly finds no subjects with a degree in wrestling.

Now the reason I am comparing these movies is that they both involve mad scientists attempting to do ill-advised transplants, half-man, half-gorilla hybrids and lady wrestlers, and are directed by the same man, Rene Cardona. In that sense both offer reasonably diverting executions of similar material, but with enough qualities to distinguish them. Where this one does comes up short against the other movie is in the visual style and level of violence. This is an older movie and perhaps could not show as much, and is appealingly shot in black and white. But the other movie, with its bright colours and unexpectedly graphic violence, carries a sense of Technicolor sadism that gives those moments a startling impact. This is lighter in tone, never too scary or pungent, with a fair bit of comedy both intentional (I chuckled when the taller female wrestler picked up the short cop) and unintentional (the mad scientist's mask looks like a lollipop wrapper).

So yes, this is still fun, even if the poster is lie.

#film #movie review #doctor of doom #rene cardona

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Pro Wrestling Illustrated: September 1996

FROM THE DESK OF…Stuart M. Saks

I THOUGHT I WAS in hell. 

Men were brawling recklessly, chairs were crunching skulls, and garbage cans were pounding backs. One-by-one, more men kept joining the fray. The fans’ screams of delight were drowned out by blaring rap music. I was there, yet I wasn’t. Everyone was involved in some way or another. Battlers. Spectators. Sound men. Security guards. Not me. I was merely an observer. Close enough to sense the raw emotions of the event, but far enough away to feel protected from the sheer horror of it.

“___ you,” one of the battlers screamed at a spectator who made the mistake of using the wrong finger to express his  view that the battler was number one.

An image of Lou Thesz came into my head. I eliminated it quickly. He should not be exposed to this! 

Then again, this isn’t for everybody. That’s what the promoters of Extreme Championship Wrestling keep warning us.

“ECW! … ECW! … ECW!” The spectators chanted in unison after seeing a sampling of extreme wrestling. These are not fans of wrestlers per se; they’re fans of the concept that nothing is to be held back in an effort to bring them what they want. Ever.

Brutality? Almost always. Breathtaking aerial wrestling? More than you’ll see anywhere north of the Mexican border. Beautiful women? Hey, 95 percent of the audience is comprised of males between the ages of 18 and 35, and after being Dudleyed into submission, it’s good for the eyes to look at Beulah McGillicutty for a few minutes. 

My walk through hell occurred in the strangest of places. This was not even the official ECW hell hole–the ECW Arena on the mean streets of South Philly. This was an auxiliary hell, in the quiet upper middle-class Philly suburb of Plymouth Meeting, in an all-purpose auditorium called Lu Lu Temple.

I was not there to cover wrestling matches on this evening. Bill Apter and Craig Peters were taking care of that. But Lu Lu (no relation to Ed Norton’s deceased dog) is only a few miles up the road from our Ambler offices, so, with my Friday evening free, I went merely to record my thoughts of the big picture.

Randomly …

***

[2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu literally risked their necks in their ECW TV title match. ECW fans have grown almost jaded by such action, and their reactions aren’t proportional to the efforts the wrestlers put forth.]

ECW belongs in the family-oriented Lu Lu Temple like that Charlestown Chiefs of Slap Shot fame belong in Madison Square Garden … I love the fact that some of the wrestlers made themselves available to the fans before the matches began. Craig Peters might not agree. He was sitting on the stage behind the seats with Beulah, taking credit for her being on the cover of June ‘96 edition of PWI, when a fan interrupted their conversation and said, “Hey Beulah, you’re in PWI.” Only this was the July edition, and the article the fan was making reference to was Craig’s “In Focus” column in which he rated some of the more prominent women of wrestling in various categories. This is great, I thought. More brownie points for Craig. Craig, however, knew he was in trouble. Beulah finished ninth on his list of 10! “Sex appeal–zero?!” she shrieked. Craig responded sheepishly: “But look at the reason why. You’re pregnant.”

“Zero?!” she shrieked. “But–” “Zero?!” … As match time approached, I heard a fan yell, “ECW rules!” Talk about your classic oxymoron. I bet you could fit a copy of the ECW rule book on one page of PWI—and still have room for pictures. There are no rules in hell. Referees? They have them, but they don’t even make a pretense of counting to four when traditionally illegal acts take place. The fans booed both referees when they were introduced, but I don't see why. They do exactly what the fans want them to do–nothing … I saw a young fan throw a flattened soda can toward the ring. The promoter also saw it. Acting swiftly and properly, he had the fan tossed … And, yes, there was wrestling at the Lu Lu Temple, too. In fact, I’d venture to say that the match between TV champion 2 Cold Scorpio and Sabu was one of the 20 best matches I have ever seen. Too bad the ECW fans didn’t appreciate it. About a minute into the match, many of the fans started with that ignorant “Boring!” chant. I suppose they just couldn’t wait for the wrestlers to get past that feeling-out phase before really getting down to business. 

[Beulah McGillicutty gave Craig Peters an earful when she discovered that out associate publisher had given her a zero in the sex appeal category in a recent “In Focus” column.]

But get down to business they did; more accurately, I should say get up to business. These two men performed aerial feats that rendered the term “high-risk” a gross understatement. In one memorable sequence, Scorpio had Sabu in trouble and mounted the turnbuckles. Sabu lifted himself off the canvas, ran across the ring, sprung off a chair that had been left near the ropes, and maneuvered his body so that he was able to grab Scorpio around the neck with his legs. Sabu then reversed his momentum and “Franken-steinered” Scorpio from the turnbuckles down to a table at ringside. When I was a young wrestling fan,  a dropkick was a spectacular move. This was beyond belief! The fans were appreciative; thy should have fallen out of their seats … I guess you can’t give people too much because their natural inclination is to always want more. Ultimately, you’ll have nothing more to give them, and one day you may even find them chanting “Boring!” rather than “ECW!”

#ecw #extreme championship wrestling #magazine scan #magazine transcript #PWI #pro wrestling illustrated #hi Beulah hiiii hi #stu saks doesn't get it ur beautiful to me girl #stus a hater in this and i believe in being unbiased #unless its to vince russo. fuck vince russo

[transedhausen]

Hello milo, ‘tis I, bflsc anon! Last weeks rampage was on and pretty much just finished. Here are my thoughts

1. Hook is really good, but god do I miss hookhausen. Tony, please give hook his boyfriend back I’m begging you it was really homophobic to spilt them up

2.More woman’s matches please Tony I get that you hate women(/j I think? I’m not entirely sure that’s not off the table with how he books woman’s wrestling) but please book them more and book them better !!!

3. Jade cargill 💕💕💕 (I love buff women so much and watching her with that hammer? Mmmmmmm)

4. Chuck and trent should have gotten more offence in during their match WHICH WAS STILL AWESOME AND FANTASTIC AND VERY GOOD !!!!!!!!!!!! But I wish Chuck and trent hadn’t have basically spent the whole time getting beaten up

5. I loved the amount of double teaming/triple teaming done by the best friends and orange, it sold them as such a cohesive team which I looooove (THE FUCKING ANT HILL MILO!!!!! THE ANT HILLLLLLLLL)

6. I love danhausen!!! Him refusing to curse sonny was fantastic!!! He’s such a little guy I adore him (fun fact hookhausen basically got me into aew I used to be a strictly wwe guy, but I got charmed by hook and his weird little ghoul and here I am)

7. I miss kris statlander so very much, I feel like someone crawling through the desert searching for water but am just a nonbinary individual who yearns for their favourite lady :(

8. Best friends vs the dark order should be the finals me thinks atm (like I enjoy the elite, but there are so many more factions that deserve to be inaugural trios champs, and I think h.o.b will probably be screwed over by Miro, so I’m rooting for dark order vs best friends, with the best friends winning)

9. I hate Chris Jericho ( I’m not gonna explain myself he just pisses me off and I’m angry he was on commentary) (Also not jr asking what hook’s “Mexican name” was, like come on jr I already don’t like the way you bodyshame chuck, don’t make me dislike you more)

Anyway this got way longer than I was expecting I’m just happy I got to see something wrestling related on free tv in my country :] okay bye milo hope u have a good day

love when anons come into my inbox ❤️

#this is me and you anon #i also hate chris jericho bud he’s the fucking worst #and jr needs to be used ONLY for white people matches #no more jr calling minority matches!!! i’m sick of it!!!!!

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Lourdes Grobet y EL Lucha Libre

Jonathon Lee Hola. Como muchos saben y como comenté en mi entrada anterior, la disparidades entre los géneros y el tratamiento de las mujeres en latino america son problemas muy prevalentes que son reconocidos por los personas en latinoamérica y los personas de todo el mundo. Por eso, muchas mujeres no tienen acceso a partes de sus culturas. Por ejemplo, en México, un padre puede no permitir que su hija vaya a mirar combates de lucha libre profesional, solo porque su hija es una niña. Para Lourdes Grobet, eso es una experiencia que ha experimentado durante su infancia e influenciado el trabajo que ha hecho durante más de 50 años. 

Maria de Lourdes Grobet Argüelles creció en una familia que estaban más preocupados con los deportes y , por ejemplo, su padre solía ser un olímpico, su familia veía la lucha libre en televisión, y cuando era una niña, hacía gimnasia y era bailarina. Aunque su familia, incluyendo su padre, disfrutaba viendo la lucha libre en televisión, su padre nunca dejes que lourdes vaya a los partidos en persona, porque (en la manera que lourdes lo entiende) él creyó que las luchas no están una cosa que las mujeres debe ver, y que no quería que ella se hiciera amiga de los personas que están la audiencia o están en el ring.

En 1980, después de Gorbet había comenzado a fotografiar los luchadores de “lucha libre” porque creía que lucha libre era una parte de cultura indigena mexicana que no había sido explorado en una manera más efectiva. 

Hasta su muerte en 2022, Sus fotografías, totalizando aproximadamente 11,000 desde 1975, ha capturado las vidas de los luchadores de lucha libre, ambos en el arena y en sus vidas afuera de la lucha. 

Ya sea que los luchadores estén en su camerino, en sus casas con sus familias, en el trabajo o haciendo cualquier otra cosa, los luchadores nunca fueron vistos sin su icónica máscara de lucha libre. Los maracas tiene enlaces en los cultures de los Mayas y los Aztec, representado a ambos fortaleza y empoderamiento en méxico.

El trabajo de Grobet es muy interesante porque las fotos dar un perspectivo muy importante sobre una parte de la cultura indegneia mexicano y su relación con los vidas de las luchadores. Además, creo que las fotos muestran cómo la lucha libre funciona con los roles de género tradicionales. 

Como dije antes, la mayoría de los luchadores son hombres y la tradición una cosa asociada con fortaleza te haría pensar que los luchadores es muy masculino y tener las connotaciones de eso tanto bueno como malo. Pero, sus fotos muestran que eso no es cierto. Al mostrar aspectos de la vida de los luchadores y centrarse en los aspectos teatrales y culturales, Grobet muestra no solo la inclusividad de la lucha libre sino también cómo se trata más de orgullo por la herencia mexicana que de ser un personaje que es un luchador fuerte y despiadado. 

Gracias por leer esta entrada, y espero que te hayan resultado interesantes mis opiniones y este tema.

Lourdes Grobet, Photographer of Mexico’s Masked Wrestlers, Dies at 81 - The New York Times