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NSFW Alphabet SHAWN MICHEALS HEADCANONS
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Shawn’s a cuddled. He’d never admit that shit out loud but he LOVES to be in your skin after sex. He wants to be under you and babied. Tell anyone and he’d deny it all.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Shawn’s favorite body part of his is his hands. He loves how much bigger they are compared to yours and he loves when you grab his hand when you’re nervous or scared.
His favorite body part of yours is your ass. It doesn’t matter how small it is or how big it is. Shawn is an ass man. He’s always smacking it when you walk down the gorilla with him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Shawn likes to come on you. Specifically on your face and tits. He doesn’t know if it’s some territorial thing or what but he loves to cum in your underwear and make you wear them out.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Shawn likes to spit in your mouth. He once was really amped after a match and caught dragged you into his locker room “Open up baby.” You open your mouth and feel his warm spit hit your tongue. “Swallow.” It’s more of a demand than anything.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s extremely experienced he’s older than you and has definitely had a many trips around the sun lol.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Shawn’s favorite position is doggy. He loves hitting it from behind then pulling you up for a sloppy kiss. Sometimes he makes you arch your back more and you can almost feel him In your tummy.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Shawn is kinda goofy. More so during foreplay he’ll crack a shitty joke and chuckle in between pecks.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Shawn is decently well groomed. He’s a pretty boy so he keeps up with his appearance. He grows a lot of hair there so he keeps it neatly trimmed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He’s a lot softer during intimacy. He gives you sweet kisses and everything is so much more sensual.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He masturbates a lot when you’re not around. He’s crazy about you so he’s not going touch another woman.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Shawn has a brat taming kink. He lowkey loves it when you get an attitude because it gives him an excuse to remind you why you should be a good girl.
He has marking kink. He purposefully puts hickeys in visible spots so he can make sure everyone sees them
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He likes to pull you into the broom closets backstage and fuck you against the wall “sssh if you get too loud somebody might hear you pretty.” Shawn would cover your mouth as he stroked deeper inside of you with a shit eating grin. He would let you walk out with a panty full of cum to his dressing room.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
When you wear skimpy little ring outfits. Honestly he loves when you wear skimpy outfits no matter what. He likes for guys to know they can look but not touch. He likes when you tug on his hair something about just gets him going in all the right places.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He does not do anything to do with pee or poop.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Shawn likes to receive. He likes to see you gagging on his dick with tears running down your face. You’re such a pretty girl choking on him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Shawn rough and slow. He wants you to enjoy every damn moment with him but he just likes it a little rough it general. He can’t help himself. Seeing the way you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lips as he gives you agonizing slow strokes.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Shawn is always up for a quickie even at the most inappropriate of times and you regularly have to tell him no you will not meet him the McDonalds bathroom. As Paul sits obliviously next to you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Shawn is a risk taker he once convinced you to let him fuck with the curtains open in your hotel room. It was thrilling hoping nobody peered up and saw your tits squished against the glass as Shawn took you from behind.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Shawn can go two rounds sometimes 3. Mostly two though he has a lot of energy and you’re his favorite stress ball.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He once bought you vibrating panties and made you walk down the gorilla with him. It’s the only toy he uses on you and god does he use it at the most inconvenient times.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Tease should be his middle fucking name. He’s always placing little kisses on your sweet spot. He’s rubbing your thigh under the table and feeling up your ass while taking pictures with fans.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Shawn’s a vocal boy and you love it. The way he fists your hair as he lets out a throaty groan. How he lets out pretty moan when you suck the tip just right.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He once fucked you in Hunter’s locker room. You wouldn’t call it your finest hour. He thinks fondly on it lol.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Shawn has a pretty dick. It’s pretty thick with one vein going up the under side of it and flushed tip when he’s hard.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Shawn is always down to fuck. When he hurt his back he almost begged you with puppy dog eyes to ride him.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Almost immediately after. He’s a huge on cuddling even when you whine to try and get up and take a shower he’s not having it. He pulls you close mumbles something about tomorrow and passes out on your stomach.
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Hurt
In the world of WWE, Shawn Michaels and YN YLN were more than just colleagues; they were the best of friends. Their camaraderie was legendary backstage, where they’d often share stories, jokes, and the occasional friendly competition. However, life on the road had its toll, and their paths hadn’t crossed in a while.
As the cheers of the crowd resonated through the arena, Shawn Michaels stepped into the ring to face his eternal rival, the Undertaker. The match was intense, each move executed with precision, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. But as fate would have it, a risky maneuver left Shawn clutching his back in pain. The match continued, but the damage was done.
Meanwhile, Triple H watched from the sidelines, his concern growing with every painful expression on Shawn’s face. As the match concluded, Triple H rushed to the locker room, his heart heavy with worry. He knew there was only one person who could bring solace to Shawn in times like this—YN YLN.
Triple H burst into YN’s locker room, his voice slightly frantic. “YN, you need to know. Shawn’s hurt, really hurt.”
YN’s eyes widened with shock, her concern mirroring Triple H’s urgency. “What? How bad is it?”
Triple H took a deep breath, his voice softening as he spoke. “He took quite a beating from the Undertaker. He’s hurt, but I know he’d feel better if you were there.”
YN’s heart raced as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind. Without a second thought, she hurriedly got up, her determination shining in her eyes. “I’m coming.”
She followed Triple H to Shawn’s locker room, where he was nursing his injuries. The pain was evident on his face, but his eyes lit up when he saw YN standing there. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him.
“YN,” Shawn whispered, his voice strained. “I didn’t expect…”
YN approached him with a gentle smile, her presence calming the room. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”
Shawn managed a weak chuckle. “I’ll live, thanks to you guys watching my back.”
Triple H nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We’re a team, always looking out for each other.”
YN’s gaze never left Shawn’s. “You scared me, you know. You can’t just go getting hurt like this.”
Shawn grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Sorry to cause a fuss.”
YN’s expression softened. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy and let yourself heal.”
Shawn reached out and gently squeezed YN’s hand. “I promise.”
With a determined look, YN offered her support. “Alright, big guy, time for me to take care of you. Let’s get you home and on the mend.”
Triple H helped Shawn to his feet, and together they made their way to YN’s car. The journey to Shawn’s place was filled with lighthearted banter and reminiscing about their adventures together. Despite the pain he was in, Shawn couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity and warmth of their friendship.
Once they arrived at Shawn’s home, YN carefully guided him inside, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. She prepared a cozy space on the couch with pillows and blankets, ensuring he had everything he needed within reach.
“Here’s the remote, some water, and I’ll grab some painkillers,” YN said, moving around the living room with an air of practiced care.
Shawn chuckled softly. “Feels like old times, you taking care of me.”
YN handed him the painkillers with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it. You’re lucky this time.”
Over the next few days, YN became Shawn’s steadfast companion. She cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and provided a listening ear whenever he needed to vent about the frustrations of being sidelined. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter, reminiscing, and supportive words.
As Shawn’s injuries slowly improved, YN also found creative ways to keep him entertained without pushing his body too hard. They watched classic wrestling matches, played video games, and even attempted to recreate some of their favorite wrestling moves (with Shawn’s movements limited, of course).
One evening, as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the room, Shawn looked at YN with gratitude in his eyes. “You’ve made this recovery feel a lot less lonely.”
YN smiled back, her gaze soft. “That’s what friends are for, Shawn. I could never stop caring.”
Weeks went by, and Shawn’s injuries began to heal, thanks in no small part to YN’s dedicated care. As he regained his strength, they decided it was time for him to step back into the ring. YN stood by his side, cheering him on from the sidelines during his training sessions.
On the day of his comeback match, Shawn’s nerves were palpable. YN, however, exuded confidence. “You’ve got this. Just remember, I’ll be cheering the loudest.”
As Shawn’s music blared through the arena, he walked out with newfound determination. The match was fierce, but Shawn’s spirit was unbreakable. With each move he executed, he could almost feel YN’s unwavering support propelling him forward.
After the match, victorious and exhausted, Shawn made his way backstage to find YN waiting for him with a triumphant grin. “See? I told you that you had it in you.”
Shawn chuckled, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you, YN.”
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GOLDEN || 008
HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!
now i welcome you back… you’ve landed at the golden train station destination, don’t forget your luggage when exiting the train yippee!
i hope you get a couple of laughs out of this…because after a certain point literally nothing is going to be funny anymore *WINK* you know, in both series, i think we just can't have nice things lol.
with this series of unfortunate events, i present to you [name]’s bizarre adventure. *lights dim, curtains fall*
THAT MATCH MADE you feel pretty unsatisfied. All you can hope for is that this future Sable storyline can give you more than whatever you're doing right now. The night is still young, so there are many things waiting for you.
BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM
You’re the last one out. The other three were already making their way down the hall by now.
You’re not exactly satisfied with that match from earlier. Truth be told, you wanted to wrestle with Chyna a little longer. Even though you were goofing around, you knew for a fact that Chyna had more than an irish whip in her arsenal.
You want her at her full potential! You’re sure she wants you at your full potential too.
If only you were put in a storyline with her instead of Sable, sigh..
You're not exactly alone back in gorilla either. As soon as you hit those curtains, Bret was leaning on the wall. "Done for the night?"
You look at him with a smile. “Yes.” You weren’t really impressed overall with your match, and you’d tell him this much. “If you were watching, don’t be surprised. I didn’t do much this time..”
Bret shrugs it off. “I still think you did something out there. That’s all that matters. Let me tell you a little secret,” He comes closer so that you can hear him a little better. “Shawn’s got a real big habit of making things all about him. Trust me, I know.”
The way he said it makes you raise an eyebrow. Now you’re really curious..
“..Still, I think you stood out tonight.” He continues.
“Couldn’t keep your eyes off of me, eh?” You tease. “I get it. Everyone seems to have that problem when they meet me.”
“Your name must be trouble, then.” Bret grins at you. “Causing it everywhere you go. By the way, what ever happened to watching me wrestle? Think it’s a little unfair if I can only watch you.”
"Listen, I wanted to tell you sorry. I kiiinda just wanted to go back to my hotel." You explain. “Other than make that one ringside appearance, there wasn’t anything to do, you know?”
“I guess I better back out of our bet, huh?” He stuffs his hands in his pockets. “Don’t know if I can trust you to hold up on your end of the deal.”
Bret must think he looks really cool doing that. You’re almost flattered.
“Oh no!” You say, dramatically putting your hand on your chest. “Whatever will I do?!”
“Hmm. Could make it up to me.” He says. “What do you have planned tonight?”
“Nothing…but..” You cross your arms. “If you’re about to say what I think you are, I thought the whole deal was if I talked to your crazy friend?” You hadn’t seen Pillman the entire show, let alone the last show. “I haven’t even seen him yet..”
Bret shrugs. He didn’t have an answer at first. “Well, maybe the guy’s just a little shy. You might’ve missed him. I talked to him the other day and funnily enough, it just so happens he talks about you a lot. I don’t blame him, but if I were you, I’d check the match card for tomorrow.”
Hmmmm……
“You don’t blame him, huh..” Whatever that means. “And I’ll check. Now, what do you want from me?” You’re sure that Shawn must’ve been looking for you by now, especially since you fell back.
“You said you’ve got nothing planned tonight, right?” Once you nod your head as confirmation, he smiles. “We’re gonna grab something to eat.”
“Is that an order or a request?”
“Whatever you want it to be.”
You’re not sure how to take that, but if there’s one thing you like, it’s people who are forward with what they want from you.
It’s probably another thing on your imaginary list that Terry’s instilled in you overtime. Closed mouths do not get fed. He’s got a lot of good lessons..
“Okay, okay. That’s fine.” There’s something else that’s been killing you, so you just go for it. “When you mentioned Shawn making things all about him, what did you mean?”
Bret decided to put it bluntly. “If you really want to know, he’s just a smart ass. Guy thinks he’s at the top of the world these days. I’m surprised no one told you what happened last month..”
“Not at all.” What exactly happened?
“Last month, I lost the WWF Championship to him and not in the way you think. That asshole put me in the sharpshooter and the bell rung without me even tapping.“
Damn. That’s crazy. You couldn’t even imagine the atmosphere backstage after.
The only thing you can say is; “Wow.”
He chuckles, which makes you tilt your head. “You should’ve been there. I ended up ripping a chunk of his hair out.…can’t say it might not sound a bit anti-climactic in my words though.”
“And this was like a month ago?!”
“Yeah. You just missed it. Believe it or not, we were actually pretty good friends a while back.”
“Seriously?” Though you’ve only known them for a little while, they seem like they’re from such different worlds. Then again, opposites do attract.
“Seriously.” He nods. “My only advice to you right now is to be careful who you trust. You’re in the lions den. Personally, I don’t think it’s wise to stay there.”
If you leave the “lion’s den”, where else could you go? You’re fully capable of making a name for yourself, but the ladder may work a little different here.
There’s more questions you want to ask. Hundreds of them, even. But things are cut short when you see Shawn yet again sauntering down the hallway with his arms open.
“Heyyy, I knew something was wrong! Didn’t see ya’ behind us!” He chimed. “You know you’re apart of the group, what do people say these days? No one left behind? Because you’re apart of the group, you know?”
He placed a lot of emphasis on group. Something that makes you look at him in confusion and makes Bret raise his eyebrow at him.
“Man, I sure LOVE being with D-Generation X,” He continues. “You know, the group. Now if you excuse us, we’ve got somewhere to be!” Shawn slings his arm around you and tugs you down the hallway.
“Sorry.” You turn your head towards Bret with an apologetic look on your face. “See you tonight?”
Shawn’s really starting to get on your nerves with this. It almost makes it worse now that this ‘Montreal Screwjob’ put that slight sour taste in your mouth about him.
“I feel like I’ve gotta put a leash on you or something.” Shawn chuckles. “Always wandering somewhere else.” You want to find the sweetness in his words, but you literally can’t. You’re too pissed off with him dragging you away like that.
With you giving no response, not even a sarcastic one, he suddenly stops. You step away and just stare at him.
With what Bret told you, could you really find it in yourself to trust Shawn? Could you even trust D-Generation X as a whole?
Somehow, you feel like the only person you can trust is Chyna. But maybe that’s because you have an fondness for her.
"What?" He asks. "Why're you looking at me like that?"
You simply shake your head and continue down the hall. The locker room must’ve been only two doors down.
“Woah, woah!” Shawn yells, speeding up so he can catch up to you. “Hold on a second there..!”
You don’t slow down or say anything to him as you open the door and head over to your things to hastily pack them. You need to find a nice outfit and you’d much rather do it alone.
Chyna and Hunter give a look to each other before turning back to you in confusion. Shawn’s making hand gestures towards you, but they have no fucking clue what he means.
You shoot the other two a smile before grabbing your luggage. “Have a good night.”
“Yeah…uh, you too.” Hunter replies.
After his words, no one really says anything else to you. The three of them just watch you push past Shawn and walk out the door.
“Man, you must’ve royally fucked up that one.” Hunter muttered. You didn’t seem to be in a good mood at all. “The hell happened?”
Shawn waits a moment before finally gathering some words together. “Yeah, yeah. Listen, it’s for her own good. You don’t get it, she was talking to Bret. Shady business, guys! We’ve gotta follow her.”
“I don’t think you should do that.” Chyna recommends. “You should leave her alone.”
“That’s a good idea.” Shawn thinks about it for a moment. “Buuuuut that’s not gonna happen. ‘Cause what if she leaves us for the Hart Foundation?! She was talking to Bret earlier. Sounds like they’ve got plans. Plans for what exactly?!”
“Dude…” For a second, Shawn thinks that Hunter wasn’t on his side. “…Holy shit, you’re right. She might just leave us. The woman’s new, this may be a test drive!”
Chyna couldn’t believe that Hunter was feeding into this. Seems like you couldn’t have friends outside of them. The more overbearing they are, the more you’d want to leave the group, and she most definitely didn’t want that to happen. “You guys—“
She tries to be the voice of reason, but the other two just weren’t hearing it.
“Get the car ready!” Shawn yells, quickly grabbing his own stuff. “She’ll be gone before we know it, this is a mission we can’t fail!”
You wanted to look nice. Not for any particular reason, of course. You think what you’ve scrapped together is good enough, so you pose in the mirror one last time for good measure.
This isn’t a date or anything. It’s just two co-workers hanging out in their spare time after the show. Yes, that’s right. Just two co-workers. It’s for business and whatnot.
Sure enough, the car ride didn’t entail anything that interesting. The two of you just sat in silence for the most part. Both of you were just focused on the road in front of you, with little small talk.
You didn’t know what to say. Neither did he. But there was a smile on your face that just wouldn’t go away as you idly drummed on your knee the entire time.
The thought crossed your mind to offhandedly mention how you almost cracked your head open when he called to tell you that he arrived. Just for light banter. You ended up not saying anything.
Finally getting there was different. The moment you two got out of the car was the moment you two could talk about everything in the damn world. At least he was nice enough to open the door for you.
You didn’t really know why, but you figured that you should get a feel for him, see what he likes to talk about..
This is really weird.
“Are you cold?” Bret suddenly asks. “If you want to, you’re free to use my coat.”
“No, I’m good.” You say. For some reason, this is genuinely making you nervous. Even though you’re hanging out.. “Thanks anyway.”
It is a bit chilly outside. Then again, it is December.
He opens the door for you again and you're suddenly hit with warm air. It feels much better. You just hope you don't start to feel uncomfortable with the heat by being there for too long.
It's not too much of a fancy restaurant, nothing five star or anything along those lines. It's just a local one in the town, you think.
It’s definitely not a Waffle House. This one guy in your life had a tendency to take you there at 2 in the morning and call it fine dining. By no means were you complaining about the food. The food is good. It’s just the idea.
The waiter greets you two. Bret’s the one that does all the talking as your eyes seem to wander off somewhere else.
You notice that it’s pretty quiet for the most part, though you can see people chatting away at tables.
Somehow, seeing people like just hanging around like this reminds you of when you were just like any other person. Right before you got into wrestling. It’s different this way.
The feeling of not being famous, you suppose.
It reminded you of that period of your life where you didn’t know what exactly you wanted to do. You guess you were at the right place at the right time because you got scouted in a strange way.
More than likely because you were nice-looking, of course. But you’re more than just looks and you demonstrated as such in your very first match.
Before you’re able to spiral in your thoughts any further, Bret has to tap you on the shoulder to get you to follow him.
“Whoops.” You mutter. And you follow right towards the dining room. Once you’re seated in a booth, the both of you are passed menus. “Ever been here before?” You ask, doing your best to make conversation.
“Nope. I just think it’s a nice change of pace. I’m the kind of guy who’ll eat fast food. But hey, I just said screw it, let me at least try to leave a lasting impression on a new friend.” Bret says, scanning over the menu. He wishes that the lights weren’t so dim in here…
“Ah. You and me both.” You too, we’re a victim of fast food. McDonald’s fries were too good to pass up. It’s like a tradition for yourself to go after every show.
Things are a bit different now. You want to try and get a better feel of the WWF’s schedule first.
On another note, it is safe to say you’re decently impressed. You just hope the waiters here weren’t as temperamental as Waffle House waiters.
“Hola! Oh shit, I mean, bonjour.” The waiter says in a terrible French accent. “I’m your waiter, Sèan, that’s right, don’t forget the apostrophe on the E, how may I take your order, eh?”
You don’t really comment on it, instead focusing on the menu. You’re not that hungry either. Somehow, that match had zapped away your appetite. Maybe you should just order ten cocktails and get drunk or something.
Actually, no, no. That’d be really embarrassing.
You lift your head up to give the waiter a smile, but once you do, it immediately falls.
…You look over at Bret, who was simply scanning through the menu unfazed. Did he seriously not know who this was?
Did his voice not give it away? You’ve gotta be kidding. This has to be some king of joke.
How did Shawn even nab a waiter outfit anyway? And most importantly, who glued that mustache to his face?! Is no one else pointing this out??
More importantly, he picked such a stupid name. Way to disguise yourself.
Still, Bret hasn’t noticed. But if he does, then you both more than likely are going to leave. While you’re pretty upset that he followed you here, you wonder how this’ll play out.
“Um..” You rub your temple. “Wow. Okay. Hi, Sèan with an apostrophe. Can I just get a water for now?” You start to wonder how in the hell he’s going to get access to the kitchen.
“Oui!” He gives you a thumbs up and you cringe. Honestly, you never thought you’d be in a situation like this in your life.
“Same here. I can’t figure out what I want for the life of me.” Bret says.
“You could get lost.” Shawn mutters, his eye twitching.
“Huh?”
“What? I didn’t say anything, kind sir. You wanted the water?”
As Bret gives his response to him, you start to wonder why your life has to be this way. Out of all things that could've happened..why in the world would Shawn follow you?
He leaves and you take a moment to rub your face with your hands. For once in your life, you'd just like to meet someone who wasn't that obsessed with you. You have had plenty of bad experiences already.
Meanwhile, Shawn is slightly panicking. You definitely knew that something was up. He goes over to another table, holding up a notepad. “Guys, we have a dilemma. I call this: Code Alfredo.”
“That is a stupid codeword.” Chyna blatantly says behind her menu. And quite frankly, she thinks what they’re doing now is stupid too.
Hunter slightly leans down the menu that’s covering his face. “I’m totally for it, man. Don’t worry. What happened?”
“I think she knows! I’m gonna try and get access to the kitchen. These idiots don’t even know I don’t work here.” He chuckles. “Slipped right under the radar. Hell, you could get your own uniform if you wanted to, Hunter.”
“Always wanted to try my hand at cooking.” He says. “Guess I’ll get ready for my shift, heh.”
“If she sees the two of you, she’ll know something is up. And I don’t want her to think that I had anything to do with this.” Chyna says, lowering her menu. But she, just like you, wanted to see how it’ll play out.
Shawn just laughs. What makes her think she’s not going down with this ship?! “The hell do you mean?! You’re deep in it now! You definitely play a part in this.”
“Ugh.” She groans, waving her hand and bringing up her menu to cover her face once again.
“C’mon dude. We’ve gotta get you a uniform.” Shawn nudges Hunter to get up. “And you’ll never guess what I did, I asked a camera crew to come over and we’re gonna….”
And back at your table, things seemed to be the same as always. You just can’t believe Shawn’s even here.
You’ve gotta find a way to make the best of this situation, maybe even try and distract yourself from the fact he came. Easier said than done.
“So, uh.” You cough out. “I’ve heard stuff about some kind of award show called the Slammy’s. Know anything about it?”
“Yeah. Most of the Hart Foundation is going, so I’m obligated to go too. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to go.” He admits with a smile. “Thought it was dumb. Especially since I’ve already won last year. Three times.”
“Three?” You’re surprised. He must be good, damn. “What did you win it for??”
He counts them out for you with his fingers. “Best Submission. Best Music Video. Believe I was Hall of Fame bound as well.”
“That’s a lot stuff. Pretty cool.” You smile. And it was. You originally thought that you couldn’t imagine being picked for something like that, but apparently, you did! “I got nominated, too. Least I think I did. I think it was Miss Slammy?”
“Then I know who my votes going to.” He immediately says. “No question.”
You scoff. “Oh, you…”
“By the way, it’s pretty common for you to bring someone to the Slammy’s with you. Did anyone ask you yet?”
“No. Not at all.” To you, you figured that was a given since you were new and all. No one really knows you like that.
“Guess this is my opportunity then. Are you interested in going with me?”
Suddenly, yet another waiter comes by and you groan.
This time, you can identify him as definitely Hunter. He has a stupid chef hat on, and his glued on mustache may have been falling off, but he can’t hide those blonde locks of his.
“Compliments of the chef.” He sets your drink down and you look at it. Gotta be some variation of soda. This isn’t water.
“Hey, uh. I wanted a water…” You say.
“My bad.” He swipes it back up, then turns to Bret. “What did you want, dude?” Of course, his customer service was really bad. But you can’t talk…
“I just wanted a water too.”
You’re not understanding how Bret hasn’t caught on yet. Maybe he’s not paying attention too well enough. You kept seeing Hunter’s eyes darting behind Bret, which struck you as strange.
“Hey. Did you know Shawn Michaels won the Slammy’s five times last year?” Hunter suddenly says.
“What—?” As Bret is talking, a circular tray is smashed on top of his head and he crashes down to the floor. You immediately jump out of your seat.
You’ve gotta be fucking kidding.
Shawn dramatically rips off his apron and ushers the cameraman to come closer so that they could get a good shot of this beatdown. "You think you're better than us?! Tell your little foundation to stay away from our new recruit!" He kicks him.
"Stop that!" You yell. The attention was on all of you as Shawn continues to kick Bret. In attempt to stop his assault, you jump on his back. The people surrounding you are just enjoying the show at this point.
Because you're currently trying to choke Shawn out, Hunter takes over and starts laying blows onto Bret. Chyna has to come out of nowhere in order to try and separate you from Shawn.
Once she lifts you off of him, you look behind you. "Oh my god! You too, Chyna?!"
Well, now you know for sure this restaurant wont be allowing you guys to come back.
Ever.
i'd like to give an explanation as to why she stopped having “a thing” for shawn so quickly.…..the answer is clearrrr, it’s absolutely raven’s fault…she will never see being the slightest bit clingy as a good thing again LOL.
ngl this chapter was a struggle thanks to motivation and tumblr breaking every 5 seconds. i wasn't very happy but i think it just needed a new set of eyes (aka you who's reading lmao) i thank you for reading, big things are coming!
#wwe golden series#bret hart imagine#bret hart x reader#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels imagine#chyna x reader#chyna imagine#triple h imagine#triple h x reader#wwe x reader#wwe imagine#wwf x reader#wwf imagine#YIPPEEEEE *cries*#SÈAN DONT FORGET THE APOSTROPHE💯#if u didn’t know it’s raven who takes us to Waffle House#us watching as the cook spits in our food while he insists this is fine dining#also be nice to waffle house employees they can fight LMAO#if you are still here remind me to buy another chicken quesadilla tomorrow mmmm
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I’ll Show You A Winner
(not my gif!)
18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 1,282
Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean
Summary:
Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.
Author's note: haha... yeah
“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”
“What’d you say?”
“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”
“Hmm.”
“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”
Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.
“Some man you are.”
Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.
“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”
Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.
Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.
“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”
Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.
With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.
Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.
“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”
Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.
Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.
Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.
“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.
Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.
That was until he slapped you.
It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.
A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”
Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.
Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.
In the end, none of that mattered. He won.
“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.
“Of course it was, honey.”
“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.
“Damn straight.”
#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels#wrestling#wwe imagines#wwe smut#wrestling fanfic#wwe fanfic#90s wwf#wwe shawn michaels#magnoliafanfic
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₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ ♡̸ᵎᵎ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝑪𝒔 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ
⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪ ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 * ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪ ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 * ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀
well. this was a trip to write. deadass had to take breaks and scream into my pillow, dying from embarrassment. anyways, enjoy my little funky monkes
forewarning: smut (duh), some language
[ exhibitionism and degradation ]
dark hallways, parked cars, unlocked doors, and hotel balconies. the idea of being caught while he's deep inside you ignites something within Shawn. and he tries to chase that feeling every chance he gets. you often find yourself pinned against the large window of your shared hotel room, his fingers in your mouth as the occasional sound of footsteps behind the door make your heart stutter. he would lean close to your ear and call you a slut, his slut. wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. he gets a thrill when he's thrusting into you and a knock on the door would push you two to a sudden halt. that doesn't stop Shawn though. his thrusts would go faster, enjoying how tears would fall down your cheeks as he goes deeper, his hips snapping harder than it did before. he does his best to make you moan, to let whoever was at your hotel door to know that you belong to him. "god, you're so needy" "nothing but a slut for my cock" "so pretty with my cum in you"
[ hair pulling and marking ]
shawn's mouth would explore every surface on your body, his teeth grazing against your flesh. he's addicted to leaving bite marks on your thighs and hand prints on your waist. In turn, you'd leave claw marks running down his back and hickeys on his neck. he's rough. his hands don't shy away from you and they'll eventually find themselves in your hair, tugging your head back as he licks down your chest. he'd pay extra attention to your breasts, taking the time to make your nipples red and sensitive with his fingers and tongue until you're mewling and shuddering. shawn would hold your hair back with one hand as his other hand would trace his cock along your lips. he loves the way you moan when he pulls on your hair, pulling even harder to get you to tighten your legs around his hips. he doesn't hide the love marks you give him. as much as he enjoys letting people know you're his, he also loves to let them know that he's yours.
[ edging and teasing ]
shawn likes the control he has on you. to see you cry and lose your breath because of him and to have the power to make you beg for more. he'll fuck you just right, thrust into you and abruptly stop just before you climax. the way you cry out and how your jaw drops is just enough for him to thrust into you again. the whole process repeats itself until both of you are breathless and overstimulated. he won't let you cum until you're sobbing. he loves cumming on your stomach and the small of your back the most.
#wwe#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#shawn michaels#wwf#wwe imagine#shawn michaels x reader#ꉂ writing : s. michaels ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅
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okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩
im going to scream, you don't understand-
-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.
-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.
-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.
-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.
-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.
-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.
-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.
-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh
-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.
-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.
-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.
-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.
-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.
-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.
-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.
-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)
-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.
-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.
-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.
-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off
-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.
#rainchyna#wwe imagines#wwe fanfiction#wwe headcanons#wwe x reader#wwf x reader#wwe shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels x reader#wwe bret hart x reader#bret hart x reader#shawn michaels smut#bret hart smut
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D- Generation X - Masterlist
💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings
Series:
None
One Shot:
Bad Boys Club -💦
Summary: Simon is always on Vince’s good side but seeing how DX is running around causing chaos makes him want to switch sides and have some fun too. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
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Hi! I love your Good place story’s and headcannons! Sorry that this is long, but can I request a Sadist Michael x Masochist GenNeu Reader (smut)? Maybe they met Michael when he was still working for The Bad Place?? Idk where you cross the line, but can it can include bondage, derogation, biting, foreplay, etc?
Write whoever, honestly! I haven’t seen any yet, but thank you if you do my request! <3
a match made in hell | Michael (The Good Place)
Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Michael | AO3
synopsis: when Michael found someone who also was praying for making something different, he couldn't help himself. [2K]
warnings: cursing. very kinky. masochism and sadism, bondage, derogation and some evil schems to torture our loved Soul Squad.
ps: you simply wouldn't be able to understand how much I love that request!!!! Really, that story was perfecly formed on my mind! Sorry for making you wait, I am not so confident in my english and use some time editing. Also, this is my third time writing a smut more detailed, so... Thanks for requesting, I really do hope you like it!
Tedious.
When did you start feeling like this? Maybe two centuries ago? Eventually, everything becomes a blur. All memomies meet and it's hard to say from what moment they are. But you know for sure that, a long time ago, you didn't feel that way. No. It was exciting. It was funny. It was challenging. You desire it. You felt smat, important, talented. And now...
Design the project, build the new neighborhood, deal with Bad Janet, welcome the shitty humans. Do it all over again. Forever and evermore. Maybe try a different coffee, add vanilla on it. Or change the color of your pants, try a new kinda of suit. What about, instead of designing on a white sheet, use a blue one? At the end of the day, nothing ever changes. Ever.
So, yes, boring.
It was supossed to be your dream. And it was, for a really great time. But now, it is just a obligation. Something you have to do because... well, someone has to. And you are great, awarded so many times, an inspiration. How can you be so important, Shaw's right hand, and still feel like that?
When the new architect start his presentation, you we're almost sleeping. Part of it because your work is to irritate anyone that need do to something important, made them deal with a little patient test, but also because what would change if you pay attention? Everything will still the same, so why bother?
What you couldn't imagine, what made you lean your elbows on the table and look at the presentation board carefully, is that you heard something new. Not only something new, but something not fucking stupid. At least not entirely.
"Psychological torture?" You licked your lips, holding the presentation clipboard and reading his name. You knew what his name was, but you pretend to forget so those new demons can be put it in their places. You talked before Shaw, what was normal. You scare the newbies, he watches and have fun. "Michael, thats riscky."
"As it should." His smile was something. You could smeel his nervousness, literally. He is surrounded by experienced demons, by people that torture for way more time than he is alive. Shaw is the most important person down there. A leader. And you are his favorite. You worked for that. And yet stinking of fear, he didn't stopped smiling. Michael was proud. "We should like that job. It should be marvellous. Yes, this is riscky, but if it works our entire way to deal with humans will change for better. Better for us, obviously."
Shaw silenced some laughs when he threw the clipboard on the table. "And who said we don't like it?"
Even tho you love how nervous Shaw can make anyone feel, that wasn't an ideia that you could just discard. Something on your chest said that to you. Something screamed that it was more than just an attempt.
"I don't."
All demons around the table looked at you. They didn't even say anything, to surprised to use their mouths. What would they say? They are just a group of yes-man without something special to say. The only cruel demon whos oppinion matter to you was Shaw.
"You don't like to hurt them?" Shaw didn't blink. You don't think he ever did that.
"I love to," you reaffirmed to him. "But don't you feel tedious? Like if you closed your eyes for more than three seconds you could just sleep? Yesterday I heard a men screaming because I shoved some spiders up to his asshole and all I could think about was if I had turned off the gas."
At this point you had already stood up, exposing your oppinion as you walked. You approached Michael, the creative novice, but ignored him. With your back to him, you read the million-step plan for the new neighborhood. "The Good Place". You could feel the eyes on your back, but you just stared at the troubled blonde on the sheet.
"Remember when we realized that humans hate when we use their nails to rip out their eyes?" Now you we're looking at Shaw. His faced we're emotionless, as always. "When we started using divorced couples to hurt one another? Or when we finally understood why their vocal cords we're so sensitive?"
"Nostalgia," Shaw said, hating the sound of his own voice. "Thats your argument?"
"Thats the only argument I need," you smiled. "I would do anything to feel that again. Wouldn't you?"
And besides being a cunt on every situation, you knew that he was dying to do something new. "Fine," Shaw said, almost like he didn't want it. Probably he didn't, at least not as politely. "You can mentor him. Have your fun. I bet it on last six months."
"It's a bet."
Exciting with the tought of working on something new, and a little bit worried about making something that Shaw would approve, you didn't realize the eyes observing you. Analysing those four assholes whos lifes you would help turn into hell, you simply didn't pay attention to the man behind you.
Michael wasn't able to use his words.
You defended him. You supported him. You agreed. You felt the same. More than anything, you convinced Shaw that it was a valid idea. Michael didn't expect that from you. Maybe another architect dreaming about something new would act that way, but you? Someone so important, talented, awarded? His inspiration?
Michael was not prepared for this. For you to look at him. To talk to him. To agree with what he said. Michael was not prepared to have you so closed to him, paying attention to his work, believing on him.
And Michael was definitely not prepared for you to mentor him.
Your experience was something that he could only dream to have. Michael lived millennia and was nothing compared to you. And while you mentor him, teaching him what your live had teached you, Michael was responsible for creating the soul of the neighborhood.
"So..." You swallowed. It wasn't what you expected. Walking along the colorful alleys, a strangeness shivered your back. This was so anormal. So different from anything you've ever done. "Frozen yogurt?"
"What do humans thinks that they love but they actually hate?" Michael asked, and even tho it seens obvious, that didn't look like the right asnwer for you. "They took something they love with their whole souls and made it worse so they would have it more. Frozen yogurt."
You agreed, not so sure about that. "It looks just friendly to me. Don't see how that would make their lives something unbeareble."
"It will," Michael smiled, jumping on his pretty suit. "You gonna see it."
The night lit you both. Among the empty alleys, but colored as if they were used every day, you both walked to make sure the neighborhood worked. After so much work, all that remained was to ensure that there was no problem caused by a Janet's mistake and to receive the four little shits. So far, there were no errors. She worked well. Really well.
"I could never have imagined that you were bored," Michael said, walking beside you. "I thought if anyone among us knew what they were doing, it would be you."
"I love this job, but we deserve better. They make mistakes, they hurt others, and it's our job to make sure they're punished the way they weren't while they were alive. But why should that be a penance for us? Those Good Place assholes like what they do. We deserve the same."
Michael couldn't agree more.
"Now that the neighborhood is ready, are you going to move away?" He asked, hoping the answer would be no. "Everyone who will act are ready for work, but you still haven't said what you want."
"I don't think acting is for me. I'll keep causing pain."
"I think you'd do well," Michael was sincere.
When you saw another Frozen Yogurt, you sat in one of the chairs exposed on the porch. Sitting facing each other, you shook your head. "I'm not subtle. It would spoil everything."
"I don't think it would. On the contrary." Michael's smile was... something
"Michael, Michael, Michael. I'm starting to think you don't want me away. Do you like my company or do you just prefer that I am the one addressing Shaw during meetings?"
"You discovered me," he teased. "Now I have to find someone else to do the hard part."
When the silence took a while to break, he spoke again. "Or maybe I enjoy your company."
You just stared at him for a moment, letting the fake moon shine on you. Something in you wished you could touch his hair. It looked so soft. The other wanted to rip that stupid tie.
""Still, I can't see how that would work. I'm sure that on the first problem I would lose my mind and jump on someone's neck. I bet the first one would be the Florida guy. It would ruin everything."
Michael's eyes gleamed. That was a sight that made his chest shudder. He might have shut up, but Michael was never a coward. "You just need to learn to be more patient. I can teach you that."
You leaned your elbows on the table, watching him more closely. The phrase could be understood in an innocent way, but you were too smart for that. A defiant smile appeared on your face. "You think you can teach me something?"
"I know I can try."
You could have stopped that conversation there. Said you was joking, that you needed to get back to work, that you both were co-workers. It was just saying that you didn't want to. No. You just thought: What bad could happen? And that was enough to make any doubts disappear.
"Feel free to try as much as you like. I doubt you'll get anything."
Michael stood up, which surprised you. Thought he wouldn't know what to do. Michael sat on the table, next to his body, and crossed his arms. "I like a challenge," he said.
No.
He promissed.
When his fingers began to undo the knot that held the tie around his neck, a part of you lit up. It was as if he had read your mind. Slowly, he released the fabric and stretched it between his fingers, smoothing out what was previously wrinkled.
"Get up."
You remained seated, arms crossed.
Michael approached. His fingers latched onto the back of your neck, gripping your hair and forcing you to look him straight in the eye. He could even control your head, but not your eyes. You looked down, consciously choosing to make sure he didn't get what he wanted, little knowing it was a sight that made Michael never want to walk away from you again.
"Are you going to make your life difficult, sweetie?" Sweetie. It wasn't an endearing nickname, but rather a harsh word. He released your hair abruptly, causing your body to sway in the chair. "As you wish."
Michael took your hands. With the surprise, you ended up being lifted from the chair. He deftly placed your hands behind your body, bringing them together at the small of your back, and used his tie to secure them. You squirmed, getting in his way, but your intention wasn't to stop him. You just wanted to piss him off a little bit. He knotted it tightly, the fabric brushing against your skin hard enough to mark. You will survive. Better: you liked it
"You don't have to pretend you don't want this," Michael practically purred against your ear. His body was pressed against yours, your back against his torso. When one of his hands pulled your hair back, the other grabbed the knot that held you and played with the battered skin. "Don't act like a saint. That doesn't suit you, sweetie."
The words, the velvety way they came out of Michael's mouth, it made your insides turn. You wouldn't need much more to be ready for him.
"What will you do?" Your voice was husky, as if you hadn't used it in a long time. "I've seen that you can talk, but I don't think you have anything but a foul mouth."
Michael's laugh chills you.
Without warning, Michael forced your spine against the table. Lying on top of it, helpless against the cold metal and with your lower body exposed, there wasn't much to do but wait. Quickly, Michael got rid of your clothes. He just ripped them from your body, not worrying about the future.
The empty neighborhood didn't stop you from feeling like you were being seen by the whole world. Maybe you were. And that was delicious. To think that maybe there was someone lurking in the shadows enjoying the little experiment.
Michael's hands touched you body, grabbing everything he could. He touched you like it was the last time, like he would never feel your soft skin again. He was possessive, brutish, relentless: maybe it wouldn't be the last time.
"I want to hear you beg for me."
"In your dreams." He didn't see it, but he knew you were smiling. It made his cock throb.
He bent down, biting the thin, cool skin of your ass. It would leave marks. A little more force and maybe blood would come out. It wasn't an idea that disgusted you. To think of his mouth wet with whatever liquid your body could produce. Michael hungry for you.
"Is that all you know how to do?"
Michael licked the sensitive skin. His fingers crept up your thighs, tingling, until he reached your core. He pulled his fingers away, brought them to his tongue and moistened them, and without warning he penetrated you. Your body nearly convulsed with the brute act. That muffled sound was so perverted. It almost made you ashamed. Almost.
"Michael," you moaned, knowing full well it would cheer him up. "Oh, Michael."
You felt him spit into you, only to re-enter with force. A few thrusts later, you noticed something crawling on your skin. Something big and thick. Without warning, he started fucking you for real. And Michael had no pity for your trembling body.
"Tell me what you want." His voice was so raw it drew a groan from her. "I thought you liked talking. Come on, I want to hear it."
You wish you could touch him. Pull him close to you and devour his mouth. You hadn't kissed and it was so lewd. You wanted to touch his dick. You wanted to put it in his mouth and choke. You wanted to be seen. You wanted to be heard. You wanted to feel pain. You wanted a lot.
"I want," his hoarse groan stopped you from talking. Michael went harder, laughing at how pathetic you were.
"Speak up, my dirty little whore. I don't bite." Michael sighed, feeling the sweat trickle down his body. "Oh, that's a lie. But you like it."
The more he talked, the more he cursed you, the more you wanted him. Ah, if only you could control the situation. It would make him cry with exhaustion
A slap crackled against your skin. Your ass burned. And more slaps burned your skin. Each stronger. "I fucking want to hear you."
"I want to come." You could barely open your mouth to do anything but moan. "Michael, make me come on your dick."
Michael tapped your thigh again.
"As you wish."
And without mercy, he violated your body until you couldn't breathe. And he didn't stop. Even when it was uncomfortable. He kept going until he was good again and, without saying a single word, he came after your second peak.
"More patient?" Michael mocked.
"Not at all," you replied, barely breathing.
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Bad Boys Club - DX (18+)
Shawn Michaels x Simon x Triple H
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Summary: Simon is always on Vince’s good side but seeing how DX is running around causing chaos makes him want to switch sides and have some fun too.
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“God damnit! I want someone to stop these degenerates and I want it done by tonight!” Vince slammed his closed fist down on the wooden table making all of the wrestlers in his office jump, including me. “They’ve taken things too far.” Vince snarled, his eyes becoming darker by the second with anger.
Vince had called a meeting with the best heels on the roaster. There was me, the Spirit Squad, Kane, Edge , The Miz , Kurt Angle and a few other men that were in the back. “Oh don’t speak all at once now.” Vince scoffed as no one said anything, silence filling the awkward room full of wrestlers.
“Listen, Vince, let me and my boys handle it okay?” Nick said. Everyone in the Spirit Squad cheered and agreed with Nick.
“Oh please, what are you cheerleaders going to do?” Vince rolled his eyes.
I looked over at Nick wanting to hear what he actually had in mind. Even though Shawn Michaels and Triple H were bringing in TV ratings, they were costing Vince a fortune with damages. “You’ll announce that Shawn Michaels is the number one contender for the championship.”
“No!” Edge barked as he hugged his title closer to his chest, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one would touch his gold.
“Don’t get your panties in a knot, Edge.” Nick rolled his eyes. “It’s to lure them to the ring.” Nick kept going on with his plan as Lita rubbed Edge’s back to sooth him and reassure that no one was taking his title.
I ached my eyebrow at how power hungry Edge was with the title in his hands. Looking away from the couple I looked back at Nick hearing more of his plan. “Triple H and Michaels come to the ring, thinking that it’s going to be a fair match but that’s when Spirit Squad comes and beats the living shit out of them.”
“Yeah!” Mikey, another squad member cheered, making the rest cheer and pat Nick’s head.
“So, what do you think? It’ll be perfect to make everyone think Michaels is going to become the new champion but really we’re teaching them a lesson and in front of the world!”
Silence rose in the room, I looked over at Vince who was leaning back in his chair, thinking as his hands were folded together. “I like it.” Everyone sighed out in relief as the boss finally said something. “But.” His eyes gazed at the room slowly. “Simon, I want you to be in on this too.”
“Me, sir?” I questioned, arching my eyebrow. My hand upon my chest as I was in slight disbelief.
“Yeah, it’s been awhile since you’ve had screen time. I mean, it’s either this or I fire you on the spot because I really have nothing for you.” Vince laughed at my job status which made me gulp.
“I’ll do it.” I quickly nodded my head.
Everyone’s attention went towards the door as there was a soft knock. A delivery man with his cap on backwards looked around the room. “I have a package for Mr. McMahon.”
“Well, bring it on in.” Vince waved at the young man.
The man with a neon blue vest came in holding a large rooster with a paper necklace around his neck stating ‘Vince loves cock.’ I harshly bit my bottom lips to hold back my laughter as the delivery driver spoke. “It’s from a Triple H and-”
“I KNOW WHO IT’S FROM. Get that thing out of here!” Vince barked, his face becoming bright red at the stunt the two members of DX did. Covering my mouth I smirked trying to quiet my giggles. As one escaped Vince’s head snapped towards the group I was huddled in. “Everyone get out.” He demanded.
Night fell, the parking lot was packed and seats were full. The arena was sold out yet again. The crowd was a bit more riled up than before with what has been going on with DX. It seemed like the more chaos the team brought the rowdier the crowd gets.
“Are you ready for this?” Nick asked, we were round the corner of the gorilla so Shawn Michaels and Triple H wouldn’t see us.
“Of course I am.” I lied through my teeth, I really wasn’t. This all didn’t feel right, swarming and beating DX in front of a live audience all because they were doing their job and giving us the rating like no before. If it weren’t for them we wouldn’t be the number one sports show on television and we’ve been number one for so many weeks now.
“Shh, shh.” Nick whispered as we heard Shawn talking around the corner.
“I don’t know, man. This all seems kind of suspicious, ya know?” Shawn pondered.
“Look, whatever. Vince is finally seeing it our way. We’re going to finally get some gold around our waist and still have fun every night like we do.” Triple H patted Shawn’s back making it slightly echo throughout the hallway.
“I suppose you’re right. Man, I can’t wait to be champion again.” Shawn smiled, showing his bright teeth as his long hair flowed over his shoulders.
I could hear the smile in Shawn’s voice, they both seemed so excited for this. My stomach twisted and turned, this wasn’t a good idea. Shawn’s music hit and the two men went down the ramp towards the ring for me. I turned around about to leave and back down from all of this but I ran into Kenny.
“Hey, our music is about to hit, where are you going?” Kenny questioned, looking over my face.
“No where.” I cleared my throat, my eyes darting at the nearest thing which was a water bottle. “I was just getting a drink before we went out there.” My hand wrapped around the plastic bottle, shaking slightly as I brought it to my lips and took a sip, trying not to choke on it as my heart was racing.
“I thought you were going to dip on us.” Kenny laughed.
“Simon? No way! He’s tough, he’d never leave us hanging.” Mitch high fived Johnny as they started to hype themselves up. “Remember guys, once Edge’s music goes on we rush out there!”
Right on que Edge’s music blared through the arena which got the guys even more pumped. “Man I hope this really gives us a push in our career here, great idea Nicky!” Mitch complimented Nick as we all made our way to the gorilla and past the curtains onto the ramp. Looking straight ahead to the ring, Shawn and Triple H looked confused and so did the crowd.
As we made our way down the ramp, the people in the seats booed at us as we looked like a pack of hungry wolves. The Spirit Squad surrounded the ring, jumping up onto the sides of it, laughing at the tag team as they looked confused but held their fists up ready to fight.
I stood there, outside of the ring, frozen as I watched the two older wrestlers look from one side of the ring to the other, keeping an eye on the spirit squad members. “Simon!” Looking up at who was calling my name it was Nick who was staring down at me with his piercing blue eyes. “Get up here!” He demanded.
I looked back over at Shawn Michaels and Triple H in the middle of the ring. The Spirit Squad moving in on them, I needed to make my decision and fast. Rushing around the ring side I jumped up on the side. “Yeah Simon! Let's finish this.” Mitch growled as they slowly started to get into the ring, I jumped over the ropes and ran towards Shawn and Triple H to the other side, close lining Mikey who was across from me.
“What’s this?” Jerry Lawler asked, sitting at the commentating table, observing it all. “It looks like Simon has taken another turn, making the Spirit Squad come off guard.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Mitch yelled as we were all in the ring.
I held my fists up. “Something I should have done a long time ago, beat your ass.”
Nick didn’t like that answer as he and the rest of the team came running towards us. I striked Nick across the face as Hunter kicked another team member in the gut and Shawn super kicked another making them all stumble over the top rope and out of the ring.
Shawn and Triple H looked over at me as the last member of the Spirit Squad rolled out of the ring. I swallowed hard, thinking that they were looking at me as a target. “Way to help out kid.” Shawn smiled, tossling my hair as he ran his fingers through it, making me shiver.
“Come on, let’s end the show with a bang.” Triple H smiled as we lined up in the middle of the ring.
“Really? You mean it, I get to-”
“Get ready.” Shawn said as the pyro queued up.
My heart raced as I looked out into the crowd, fans cheering loudly as the hard cam was facing towards us. I raised my hands up just like Triple H and Shawn Michaels. Bringing them down and crossing them over my crotch fire words bloomed towards the roof. We did this motion another two times while Triple H and Shawn separated from the middle of the ring towards the turnbuckles and posed so the fans could take pictures. Flashes of cameras blinded my vision but I loved the attention. Michaels jumped down from the turnbuckle only to keep chopping his arms down in front of his crotch. “We’re going to be doing this all night.” He winked towards me and did one last DX chop.
My face heated up, I wasn’t sure if it was because of the hot lights beaming down on us from the rafters or if it was from Shawn’s comment. Shaking my head, I went towards the turnbuckle where Shawn was and posed so people could take pictures.
As we made it backstage Shawn and Triple H thanked me for saving them. “We really owe you. Did you just turn face tonight?” Triple H laughed.
I couldn’t help but to give a shy smirk. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Well, you’ll love the attention and kissing babies to look good.” Shawn teased. “Plus your merch will sell more.” Shawn spoke of the plus side of being a baby face in the business.
“You should come over to the hotel and have a few beers with us.” Triple H invited.
“Beers with you guys?” My heart fluttered, I was going to hang out with my heroes I’ve looked up to since I was a teenager.
“Sure why not? You deserve it.” Triple H smiled.
“Y- Yeah, for sure what room?”
“17, Third floor. We’ll see you there.” Triple H waved as the two wrestlers went back to their private locker room.
I raised my hand, knuckles colliding with the wooden door softly a few times. I swayed back and forth, not having so much weight on one foot as I grew nervous. My hand grew sweaty as I held the case of beer.
The door swung open revealing Triple H. “Hey Simon- Oh shit more beer.” His eyes lit up at the site of me holding the case of beer.
“Yeah, I wanted to put a tribute in on some beer too.” I laughed as I walked into the bedroom.
Triple H shut the door behind me. Shawn came out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around his waist while his hair was damped and chest hair slightly wet too. I blushed at the man in front of me looking like a god. “Hey Simon, glad you can come by.” He flashed me a smile, his eyes looking at the case of beer I held. “Alright, more beer!” He cheered. “Trips, could you take those and ice them up?” Shawn walked towards the bedroom to grab his clothes.
“I’ll take those Simon.” Triple H’s hand grazed over mine, taking the pack away from me.
“Thanks.” I mumbled as I didn’t have to carry it anymore. My eyes were going back to Shawn as he bent over to get his clothes from his duffle back.
“Simon.”
I jumped as my name was being called. Triple H tossed me a beer which I nearly dropped but held onto it tightly to my chest. I exhaled a breath. “Thanks.” I grabbed the tab, pulling it back. The can made a hissing noise as I snapped it open. Placing the cool metal to my lips I took a few gulps.
“The game is still on, come over and sit.” Triple H patted the cushion besides him on the couch. Walking over I sat down to see the football game was still going on.
“Damn it, I guess I’m freeballing.” Shawn said, walking to the couch with the towel wrapped around his waist still and taking a seat next to me.
Arching my eyebrow I looked over at him in a questionable state. “What do you mean?”
“I guess I don’t have any clean boxers. I’m freeballing.” Shawn said, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing his beer.
My face became red at the meaning, bringing my beer can up to my lips once more I took a swig. “Shawn?” I pulled the can away from my lip but started to play with the tab. “What did you mean earlier today?”
“Earlier today?” He questioned, eyes glued to the game in front of him.
“Yeah, about how we’re going to be up all night.” I reminded him what he said in the ring earlier tonight.
“Oh, that.” He laughed. “Well, you know kid.” Shawn wiggled his eyebrows which just made me stare at him even longer. “Doing the whole chop motion.” Shawn thrust his hips up a little and doing a smaller motion of a DX chop, which just made me blink at him. “Come on kid, you know.”
“I mean, I uh.” I blushed.
“Maybe we can demonstrate it to him?” Triple H involved himself in the conversation now. I turned my head to the right to look at the larger man. Triple H placed his beer on the coffee table and stood up. “You know when we do this.” He did the DX chop in front of my face. “We usually say ‘We have two words for ya.’ before actually doing the little move.”
I stared at him. “Come on, you know what we say.” Triple H licked his lips.
“S- Suck it.” I whispered.
“Good boy. So smart. I think we should really show you what we mean when doing our little thrust.” Triple H grabbed his zipper to his jeans and slowly tugged it down. Pushing his pants and boxers far enough to expose his cock, he wrapped it around his large hand and started to stroke it to life. Pre-come already oozed from the tip as he let out a low groan. “Don’t be shy, show us what I told you. Suck it.”
Chewing my inner cheek, I looked up at Triple H’s large figure only to lean forward, wrapping my lips around his cock and suckling his shaft. “Fuck, you really know what it means to ‘suck it’.” Hunter tossed his head back as I swirled my tongue around his veiny cock and hallowed my cheeks.
“This is what I meant by being up all night.” Shawn teased, disposing of the white towel around his waist and sitting naked on the couch, stroking his cock at the sight. Triple H thrust his hips in a slow pace, getting me used to his cock making its way down my throat. His fingers dragged along my hair, tugging at it. A whimper escaped my throat at him doing so, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.
“Fuck, such a good boy Simon.” Triple H moaned, pushing his hips towards me once more, his cock stuffed down my throat, holding it there while my nose touched his pubic bone. Choking softly, I exhaled out of my nose slowly. My eyes started to water as tears streamed down my cheeks. Triple H pulled his large cock out of my throat making me gasp and swallow air for my lungs. Triple H chuckled lowly at how I sucked in breaths. “Turn around.” He demanded.
Standing up, I turned around facing the back cushions of the couch, bending over the back rest while my knees rested on the seats. Triple H’s knee tapped along the inside of my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs even more. “Ass out.” Triple H grabbed my waist and pulled my ass out more as my upper half rested upon the couch. “Good boy.” Triple H praised as he gave my ass cheek a slap.
A low whimper left my lips from the slap. My cock ached for attention as it slowly grew harder by the second. Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around my cock only for it to be ripped away by Triple H and pinned to the couch. “Naughty boy, I thought you were going to be good for us?”
“I- I am good.” I promised. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think-”
“Exactly, you didn’t think. You need us to think for you.” Triple H tsked as he reached for his duffle bag and grabbed a lube bottle. Popping it open he squeezed some into his large hand and smothered his cock with it. Shawn made his way around the couch, now naked in front of me.
“Open.” Shawn demanded. Licking my dried lips, I opened my mouth for the man, looking up at him. “Wider.” He gripped my jaw, prying my mouth open even wider. Nearly unhinging my jaw, my mouth was opened wide ready for whatever Shawn was going to give me. The heartbreak kid stroked his hard cock, eyeing my position over the couch. “He rather looks cute in this position.” Shawn laughed.
“I think he’ll be even cuter with some vocals involved.” Triple H lined his cock against my hole, pushing his large tip in. Moans spewed from my lips as his cock stretched me as he slowly slid himself deeper.
“Hmm, you were right. Making my cock even harder with his moans.” Shawn shivered. “But then again, we don’t want any neighbors knocking and complaining about the noise.” Shawn grabbed my locks, pulling me more towards him and thrusting his cock into my mouth. A groan released from his throat along with a sigh. “He feels heavenly.”
“I don’t know.” Triple H grunted, finally being balls deep inside of me. “His ass feels fucking amazing.” Triple H dug his nails into my flesh as he pulled out only to push back in at a fast pace.
Moaning around Shawn’s cock as Triple H started to gain a faster pace from behind, jerked me forward, forcing his cock further down my throat. “Fuck Trips. Keep fucking him hard he’s choking on my cock.” Shawn laughed out a breathy moan. Shawn’s grip upon my hair loosened and tightened every so often.
“Bounce back, I’m not doing all the work.” Triple H growled, his hand coming down on my ass once more leaving a brighter red hand print. Whining that Triple H stopped his movement, I pushed myself back against Triple H while Shawn’s cock left my throat, pushing myself forward Triple H’s cock left me while Shawn’s cock entered my throat.
Pushing back and forth on the two older wrestlers I slowly grew to my climax, picking up the pace. “Oh I think someone is about to come.” Triple H smirked, noticing me picking up the pace on how I fucked myself on them.
“Look at him go, swallowing my cock.” Shawn gripped my hair tightly once more. “You like the taste of my cock down your throat?” He hummed in amusement, his blue eyes sparkling with lust.
“Hmm-mmm” I moaned against him, drool and pre-come dripping from the corner of my mouth where tears were slipping from the corner of my eyes. Shawn smirked at my glossy eyes, making his cock twitch in my throat. “Fuck he looks gorgeous.” He whispered more so to himself.
“Easy, Simon.” Triple H forced myself to stop fucking fast on their cocks. “We’re not nearly close to coming.” He chuckled. “And I’m not having you come that fast.” Triple H slammed his cock deeply inside of me, making me clench my eyes tight.
“Maybe we should finish up, Trips.” Shawn swallowed.
“Don’t tell me you’re about to blow.” Triple H raised an eyebrow.
“You’re not seeing how he’s looking at me, all innocent and his tongue- fuck it’s doing wonders.” Shawn moaned as I flicked my tongue around him once again.
“Fine.” Triple H growled, picking up the pace once more. The sloppy sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed in the room, Triple H’s balls smacked against my ass over and over again as he deeply pounded me. Jerking forward, Shawn’s cock fucked my throat raw and I was starting to feel it.
“Fuck.” I muffled Shawn's cock, eyes rolling back in my skull from the pleasure.
“That’s it Simon, you’re taking our cocks so fucking well.” Triple H moaned his hand coming down on my other ass cheek a few times. “Fuck, take it.” Triple H’s balls swelled with each pump and Shawn’s did too with each stroke.
“I’m going to fucking fill you up, you’re going to be dripping.” Triple H moaned, his nails digging deeper than before into my skin as his pace picked up, sloppier and harder. “I’m close.” Triple H panted as sweat formed on his biceps and chest.
“Keep fucking him, he feels so good.” Shawn pumped his hips, trusting his cock in and out of my sore throat. My jaw ached and I swore Shawn was going to dislocate it, worry grew in the back of my mine which quickly left as I felt Triple H’s hot come fill me up. Triple H roared a moan as he released inside of me. My brain became fuzzy from the pleasure.
With one harsh thrust from Triple H, he forced me further into Shawn, his cock buried deep inside of me, holding me there for a few seconds Shawn came deep in my throat. My body buzzed with pleasure and tiredness. Shawn was the first to exit out of me, his slightly hard cock pulled from my throat making a string of saliva and come snap back to my lips. Licking my sticky lips I swallowed the extra fluids, making sure I didn’t miss a drop.
“You okay?” Triple H’s hands massaged my back, his fingers danced along my spine.
“Hmm.” I shook from the intense fucking I recieved.
Triple H grabbed my body, pulling my back close to his chest. “Oh my.” Triple H said.
“Wow.” Shawn smirked. “I guess you really needed this.” Shawn teased.
I didn’t even know what they were talking about as they snickered and tousled my hair until I looked down. What was beneath me was a large sticky mess covering the sofa cushions, pillows and my stomach. I blushed not even realizing that I climaxed from the double penetration I was receiving.
“Guess we’ll have to call you our cream boy.” Triple H’s lips were pressed up against the side of my cheek. He slowly pulled his soft cock from me, making me whimper from the lost connection. “Come on cream boy, let's get you cleaned up.” Triple H soothed.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN! shawn would show up to a function in a slutty cowgirl costume circa 1995
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Divert
Being a part of DX had its fair share of highs and lows, and today was definitely one of those challenging moments. The tension in the locker room was palpable, and I found myself embroiled in a heated argument with my best friend, Triple H. The disagreement had escalated quickly, and our voices echoed off the walls as we stood face to face.
"Shawn, you're not seeing the bigger picture here," Hunter insisted, his frustration evident in his tone.
I shook my head, my own frustration mounting. "No, Hunter, you're the one who's missing the point!"
The intensity of our argument seemed to rattle the room, drawing the attention of our fellow DX members, YN and Chyna. YN, my closest friend and confidante, exchanged a knowing look with Chyna. With a quick, unspoken understanding, they both slipped away from the scene, choosing not to get caught up in the crossfire.
As the door closed behind them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was never my intention to involve anyone else in our quarrel, especially not YN. She and I had a bond that went beyond wrestling – a friendship that had seen us through the highs and lows of life in and out of the ring.
"Shawn, we need to figure this out," Hunter pressed, his voice calmer now but still firm.
I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "You're right, Hunter. We can't let this tear us apart."
With a nod of agreement, we both took a step back, allowing the tension in the room to dissipate. It was in moments like these that I missed having YN around. Her presence had a way of diffusing even the most heated situations, and her perspective was always invaluable.
As the minutes passed, Hunter and I managed to work through our differences, finding common ground once again. As the tension lifted, we both shared a weary smile, the bond between us stronger than any disagreement.
Later that evening, as we all gathered for dinner, YN and Chyna joined us once again, their presence a welcome relief. YN caught my eye and gave me a reassuring smile, silently letting me know that everything was okay.
After dinner, as we lounged around, YN turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you and Hunter finally worked things out?"
I chuckled, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we did."
Chyna grinned, chiming in. "Good. We were worried for a second there."
YN leaned back, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, you guys are like family. It's only natural to have disagreements."
I nodded, my appreciation for YN's wisdom growing by the minute. "You're right, YNN. And it's friends like you who help us see things clearly."
She flashed me a warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of our enduring friendship. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for YN and her unwavering support.
After the lively dinner and engaging conversations, YN and I finally found ourselves back in our hotel room. The atmosphere was far more relaxed than it had been earlier in the DX locker room, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that the tension had dissipated. YN flopped down onto the couch with a contented sigh, while I leaned against the wall, lost in thought.
"Quite a day, huh?" YN said, breaking the silence.
I chuckled softly, joining her on the couch. "You could say that."
She looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You and Hunter always manage to make things interesting."
I smirked. "It wouldn't be DX without a little drama, right?"
YN laughed, her laughter contagious. "True. But at least you guys managed to patch things up."
"Yeah, we did," I replied, my tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment that came with resolving conflicts.
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the hotel room air conditioner providing a soothing background noise. YN's presence was always a source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who understood me beyond the persona I projected in the wrestling world.
After a moment, YN turned to me with a mischievous smile. "You know, you owe me an explanation for what that argument was all about."
I chuckled, knowing that YN was as persistent as she was perceptive. "It's just one of those things, YNN. Sometimes Hunter and I have our differences, but at the end of the day, we're like brothers."
She nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. But you're not off the hook that easily, Shawn Michaels."
I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And what do you plan on doing about it?"
YN leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "I'll keep bugging you until you spill the details. You know I have my ways."
I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine expression of joy that came from knowing YN so well. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything."
As I regaled her with the details of the argument and the subsequent resolution, YN listened attentively, her expressions shifting from amusement to empathy and back again. It was in moments like these that I was reminded of the depth of our friendship – the way we could share our innermost thoughts without judgment.
When I finished recounting the events, YN reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Hunter may clash sometimes, but the fact that you always find your way back to each other speaks volumes."
I smiled at her, feeling a surge of gratitude for her insights. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."
YN grinned. "And don't you forget it."
We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. As the night wore on, the conversations grew lighter, and any lingering traces of tension from earlier seemed to evaporate completely.
As I settled onto my bed, ready to call it a night, I looked at YN with a genuine warmth in my eyes. "You know, YNN, even in the midst of all the chaos, you always manage to bring a sense of calm to my world."
She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Likewise, Shawn. We've got each other's backs, no matter what."
With that comforting thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep, grateful for YN's friendship and the unwavering support she brought into my life – both in and out of the wild world of wrestling.
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GOLDEN || 006
you thought it was attitude but ITS GOLDEN
trying to make up for being so behind. really been enjoying these chapters. we are pulling all the grandpas and dilfs yes we are. MALEWIFING THEM ONE AT A TIME. AND WE CANT FORGET ABOUT THE LADIESSSSS!!!! HEY LADIES!!!!HEY LADIES!!!!!!! consider this chapter a bit of a timeskip, we’re goin to the intergender match yes yes. it’s not gonna be what you think y’all have to listen to the plan. i have to put the pieces in place….
scrambling events here the way i would like them to go, so this is like at the end of the year, it’s november / december 1997,,,,idk. it’s a vibe im hungry as fuck. splitting the chapters because well? yeah. i have things that happen post match
sorry triple h for cropping you out but it’s chyna foreva and always..im just one of her sassy shootas!!!
YOU ARE VERY happy you have something to do tonight. You’re thrilled, even. All you want to do is showcase your wrestling skill. But things don’t always go the way you want it to..
BACKSTAGE // 7:01 PM
After Shawn told you about the upcoming intergender match last show, you decided to go head to the hotel for the night and rest up. You also make a mental note to issue an apology for Bret for not showing up…
But this was pretty important. It’s the week of Christmas, so you’re sure that the company has a lot of plans for the holiday..
You’re in DX’s dressing room, sitting on the floor and doing stretches. You had a reputation among your peers in previous companies for turning up to the events early. They didn’t know whether to envy it or love it. You’re always ready to go.
The door opening startled you from the floor, Chyna being the first to walk in with two duffel bags. She doesn’t greet you at first, but you watch as she sets her things down.
“Hi!” You chime.
And at the sound of your voice, she jumps too. You don’t think she noticed you at first. “Hey. You scared me.”
“You scared me too.” You smile, standing up. “What’s up?”
“Nothing in particular.” She responds. “You’re here early.”
“Oh, I always get here early. I like to be ready, you know?” You start to feel nervous in her presence, which you’re already hitting yourself mentally for. Somehow, you feel like you be trying to impress her. “You’re here early.”
Immediately, the tone in her voice changes into irritation. “Hunter was taking too long. I left without him. Shawn’s probably going to get him now.”
“You snooze, you lose.” You say, completely understanding. Truth be told, it kinda reminded you of Raven. Sometimes, you’d travel with him by car. Stevie would tag along at times too, but you’d much rather just ride with him alone if Raven’s gonna take forever.
Raven would come out 10 minutes late and it would mess with your schedule. He started doing a little better after you chewed him out about it, but the principal…
Just was you considered leaving him in the dust, he’d come outside, suitcase and all. There’s a tiny part of you that misses traveling with them, but, yeesh.
There was a moment you got fed up once and for all. Seeing some girl hastily leave his hotel room really upset you for some reason. You’re not exactly ready to explore why, but it really pissed you off.
You didn’t even care, you just left. Unfortunately, you fell right back into the trap of talking to him when he cornered you during an ECW show to ask what’s the deal….
Now’s not the time to mull over these things, you’re still talking to Chyna.
“Hey, why don’t we travel together next show? I’ll drive!” You offer. “That way we can get here on time and do what we need to do.”
“Fine with me.” It’d probably be better for the both of you, especially since you offered to drive. Chyna just hopes you’re a better driver than Shawn. She’ll never ride with him in a vehicle again.
The last time the three of them rode together, Hunter had been egging Shawn on the entire time, telling him to zig zag through the cars “if he’s not scared”. With the Heartbreak Kid being the show off he is, he did.
Never. Again. They’re lucky they didn’t crash.
“I heard we had an intergender match.” You continue on. You won’t let this conversation end so easily. “Is it me and you…?”
Chyna shakes her head. “No. It’s you and Hunter versus Shawn and I. They wanted to experiment and switch us up.”
Boo…
At least Hunter seemed nice, despite the fact he threw wads of paper at your head the other day. Nothing’s wrong with him at all. In fact, you’ve been meaning to ask him how he keeps up with his hair. It’s so nice.
However, you really wanted to work with Chyna, not against her. Even though you had ring gear, you would’ve changed it if it meant you could match with her.
“Aw man. I wanted to partner with you!” You complain. “We would’ve had so much fun.”
There’s a ghost of a smile on her face, but as soon as you look at her, it goes away. “It would’ve been nice to be partners. But it’s just not happening. Don’t expect me to go easy on you, [Name].”
You give her a thumbs up. “I wouldn’t want you to!” It goes silent for a minute, so you return to the ground to stretch a bit more.
“I have something for you.” Chyna suddenly speaks up, making you look towards her. “Here, take this.” She tosses a rolled up shirt in your direction.
You unroll it, revealing a black shirt that says ‘Chyna Syndrome’. Woah.
“I hope you don’t think it’s selfish or anything. It’s just that Hunter and Shawn are wearing it tonight…” She trails off. You don’t even care if it was selfish or not. She just gave you a gift!
“Not at all, thanks! I’m definitely wearing it tonight.” This has gotta be your new favorite shirt. You’d cut it into a crop top, but you don’t want to ruin it. You may settle for tying it. “I really like this.”
“Good to hear.”
“You, uh, wanna go shopping before the next Raw?” You ask. “I’ve got a really good eye, I think we can find something you’d like!”
Chyna’s never been shopping. Well, she has, but not with another girl in the company. “Sure.”
Yet again, the door opens. Neither of you look up. You’re too distracted with your shirt and Chyna’s sorting through her belongings.
“Ohhh! Look at our lovely ladies congregating!” Shawn loudly says, tossing his bag to the side to come over to you. You’ve started to associate obnoxiously loud noises with him. “Raw’s never looked so good!”
You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile that appears on your face.
“C’mon, do a little twirl for me!” He’s a little too spontaneous. Is this how he always acts? You don’t mind though..
You give him your hand and he immediately spins you around.
“What a sight for sore eyes! You know, that Sergeant Slaughter guy’s been a real pain in the ass. Ever since they let him be Commissioner…”
You really start to tune him out after a while. Hunter’s over there getting his stuff together, and your eyes trail over to him as he walks over to Chyna. He looks frazzled, but you hear him chuckling soon after.
Good, he doesn’t seem too angry. Even if he did, you’d definitely defend Chyna quickly.
“…..And he knows I’m the champion! He’s putting my title on the line, can you believe that?! So you know what we’re gonna do? We’re gonna mess up the match. We’re gonna do it our own way. [Name], I need you to lay down for me.”
Him saying that immediately caught you off guard, looking at him in confusion. “You want me to what?”
You had no clue he was champion. The first time you met him, he wasn’t carrying his belt around.
“I want Chyna and I to win. It’s the least you could do, you know, since she’s letting you win the Miss Slammy awards…”
That was two bombs at once. Goddamn.
“Miss Slammy?” You repeat.
For some reason, you notice Chyna turn away in the corner of your eye. Is she embarrassed? Shawn comments on it. “Hey! Don’t get all shy now. You offered. You see, [Name],” He slings an arm around your waist.
“—there’s this thing called the Slammy’s coming up. Big formal event, it’s like the Emmy’s.” He explains.
“It’s like the Emmy’s??” You question. A wrestling event like the Emmy’s, huh? You feel like you’ve heard of something like that before. The only banquet event you’ve been to lately was Terry Funk’s Lifetime Achievement Banquet. You gave a speech and everything.
“Yup. You know, I’ve heard you’ve got nominated. Don’t tell anyone else, I just heard that down the grapevine.”
The grapevine?
You’re surprised. It’s one thing to be nominated, but another thing because you literally just got hired. “Are you serious? Don’t mess with me.”
“Yup. We were thinking about rigging the votes. Chyna, being the sweetheart she is, said she’d rather you get the win.” He grins.
That really is sweet of her. You’re already turning around to tell her ‘thank you’ one more time.
It’s not fair to the other nominees, whoever they are. You shake your head. “I’d rather win it myself fair and square. You know me and Hunter won’t go easy on you.”
Shawn can only scoff at your words. “That’s boring. You’re really gonna let Marlena win over you? Now personally, if that was me…?”
Marlena’s nominated too?
Well, now you absolutely had to win! You quickly interrupt him. “Um, no way. For sure, I think I’ll be Miss Slammy, but I told you I want to do it the fair way.”
“If you say so. Oh shit, I almost forgot. Listen, [Name], What I really wanted to ask you was…..”
Chyna and Hunter both look over at him curiously, but Shawn shakes his head and waves his hand at you dismissively. “Nevermind.”
“Shouldn’t you be talking with Chyna?” Hunter makes his way over to you two. “That’s my tag team partner now.”
“I’m not worried, Trips.” He says. “Me and Chyna are gonna win, even if [Name] won’t lay down for me.”
“I’m not going to lie.” You speak up, causing everyone to look at you. “I kinda wanted to be in Chyna’s corner. Really bad.”
“Unfortunately, you’re not!” Hunter cuts in, a shit eating grin on his face. “You’re with me. Aren’t you happy??”
You hesitate for a minute to respond. You’re a-ok with teaming with Hunter, but you like how he’s starting to get all sour about it. “Ehh…..”
He’s not too happy with your answer. “That’s not fair. You know, we’re gonna have to bond sometime, new girl..”
Chyna holds her hand up to her mouth, hiding her snicker. With the idiocy bouncing between Shawn and Hunter, you may be her only saving grace.
After that fiasco, you headed out to check out the card for the night. It should’ve been on the wall somewhere. Just before you could study it, one of the staff members called you over.
Before he started speaking to you, he holds down his earpiece. Someone must’ve been talking to him at the same time. He eventually looks up at you. “Evening. I’ve got some papers from Creative for you. You can look through them...”
“Okay. Thanks.” You nod, taking the papers from his hands.
Great, more papers. You thought what Rick Rude put you through was hell, you just hope you don’t have to sign anything else right now.
“Vince McMahon wants to speak with you as well. He’s in the meeting room next to the catering area.”
Oh fuck. The boss wants to speak with you too?? You hope you didn’t do anything wrong yet..
You’re already panicking as you turn away quickly and make your way to the meeting room. It’s strange he wants to see you there instead of the office.
You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve dealt with Bischoff and Heyman. There’s no reason why you couldn’t deal with Vince McMahon.
In your defense, it was a new playground. You haven’t gotten a feel for the work environment or for your coworkers.
The people you’ve met so far have been pretty okay though. Things were off to a nice start, so you’re not entirely worried on that front.
As soon as you got there, you remember to take a breath with your hand on the handle.
Once you swing it open, you already start to feel pretty awkward as all eyes fall on you. There’s only one familiar face in the room and it’s Sable, who looked incredibly bored until you walked in.
“Good evening.” Vince says. “Please take a seat.”
The only open seat there is was one across from Sable. How convenient! This definitely was a set up. You don’t say anything as you quietly take a seat. You don’t forget to wave at Sable.
She just blankly stares at you. You wonder if she’s not in a good mood…
Vince begins this meeting with formally greeting the both of you. “Good evening, ladies. I’m sure you’re both wondering why I’ve called you here.”
You and Sable definitely are. This’ll be interesting.
“In the next couple of weeks, at least by the beginning of the new year, we’d like to put you and Sable into a program. [Name], you will be the heel, Sable, you will be the face.”
First of all, this is the wrong blonde you wanted to be in a storyline with. Marlena’s the one who you had to get revenge on, not Sable. She didn’t even do anything.
Did he get the two mixed up?
No, there’s no way. When you’re the boss, you should be able to tell your own superstars apart. There’s a vast difference when it comes to Marlena and Sable.
You point it out. “What about Marlena? I thought we had a thing going on there.”
“It’ll happen eventually.” Vince reassured. “Just not right now. We want Sable to enter the picture, we’ve got plans to split her up from Marc Mero—“
“Wait, you’re splitting us up?” She’s surprised herself, turning her head over to Vince. “…I’m going solo?” You were sure she wasn’t expecting that either. “I don’t know anything about wrestling.”
“Now’s the time to learn.” Vince says, shuffling papers. “Two of my up and coming female stars, going head to head. This is where the dough is made. This, is what’ll get us some views.”
The way he said it made you a little uneasy. He was almost on the verge of laughter. Something’s definitely not right in his head.
You’re not exactly sure what to do. You’re conflicted, especially since he was mumbling on and on about the amount of money he’d be making. Damn old men these days.
It makes you idly look at the table for a moment. You’re not bored per-say, just concerned. Okay, perhaps just a little scared too.
Sable seems to mirror you, although the frown on her face is more noticeable. It’s silent in the room, save for the occasional chatter you’d hear outside the door.
It’s starting to make you uneasy, so you speak up. “I’m gonna be a heel, huh?”
Vince snaps out of his rant and looks towards you. “Yes. Just be prepared to be booed. The people aren’t going to like you. They’re gonna like Sable. She’ll be over.”
Great! You’re putting her over. You just hope she doesn’t get injured by the end of this, though if she says she doesn’t know how to wrestle, you hope that YOU don’t get injured by the end of this.
“I don’t want to take any bumps.” She says outright, crossing her arms. “Especially hard ones.”
You don’t know how this’ll work then. She doesn’t have a choice. “There’s just no way around it, you know? I’ll go easy on you, okay?”
It didn’t make her feel any better. Sable shakes her head. “No. I don’t want to.”
You turn your attention to her. “…If we have to work together, you’re taking a bump. I don’t know what else to tell you.”
She snaps at you. “Who are you to tell me what I have to do?”
“Someone who’s putting you over, and I don’t HAVE to do that.” You can keep up with her. Something you’ve learned being in the business was to never take shit from anybody. Though, it may have been the result of Terry instilling a lot of courage into you.
Sable stands up from her chair. “I can get over just fine by myself! I don’t need you. Remember where you came from, some company no one even knows about.”
She jabs a finger in your face, but you swipe it away. “Oh yeah, I remember where I came from. And I’m about to use this table and fucking—“
Vince stands up too, clenching his fists. “THIS IS WHAT WE NEED!” He yells, damn near startling the both of you.
…….
He clears his throat, regaining composure. “If you have this much energy in the ring, both of you would be winners. You two need to calm it down immediately. This meeting is adjourned.”
Most of the people in the room leave, frazzled by you and Sable’s bickering.
Sable doesn’t forget to give you a glare before she leaves. You’re stiffing the hell out of her when the time comes.
You’re just about to leave too, probably to storm off and complain to the first person you see. Vince stops you just in time.
“[Name], I’d like you to meet someone,” He says. One of the members stayed behind it seems. Your mood is starting to sour, which doesn’t bode well for anyone in the future. However, you do your best to keep up a front for the boss.
Vince grunts something and motions with his head toward you. The younger man examines you, but at Vince’s movements, seems to take the hint and reaches out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Shane.” He introduced. “His son and the co-owner of the company.”
Interesting! You could see the resemblance as soon as you saw them side by side. Incredibly uncanny. Being face to face with both of your superiors felt strange.
“Hey.” You take his hand and shake it. “[Name], but you probably already know that. Really sorry for my outburst earlier.”
He chuckles. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind too much. “It’s fine. Just shows how serious you take the business.”
Vince looks between you two.
For some reason, he can feel the connection already. This will be documented for future reasons, of course. Alas, you’ve got something to do. “[Name], I’m glad you’ve came to this meeting today. Don’t disappoint on your match tonight. I will be watching.”
You’ll try your best.
BACKSTAGE // 7:24 PM
Before you had gone to gorilla, Hunter quickly ran you through how things would go. It’s a simple match. Nothing too fancy. He just requested you to do stupid shit every once in a while.
He had forgotten his water bottle, so he ran back to the locker room really quick. You stand there, using a rubber band to tie part of it into a knot. You have your gear on under it, but you’ve gotta represent.
So true, you indeed have Chyna Syndrome.
“Wow, I can’t believe you’re actually going to wear it..” Chyna’s voice comes as a surprise to you, making you turn around with another smile.
“With pride!” You pose, just as if she was holding a camera. “By the way, are we all coming out separate with our partners or all together?”
“Me first, then Shawn, then you two.” She says. “Don’t forget to put your game face on. Me and you are first to go at it in the ring. The other two take over after.”
Okay, this wasn’t too bad. Shawn wanted all of you to mess with this Sergeant Slaughter guy and you knew Chyna wasn’t going to go easy on you, but there’s gotta be a way to goof around with her in the meanwhile…
Hunter comes back with his water bottle in hand. “Shawn’s not here yet?” He looks around, completely confused.
Chyna just shrugs. “No. I’m not exactly sure what he’s doing.”
“Oooh, we win by default. Hunter, let’s hold the championship together.” You say.
“I’ve got an even better idea.” He says. “You’re gonna lift your shirt up and…” He trails off, glancing over at Chyna. He does not want her to beat him up for saying that to you. “…put the title belt on.”
“Just for me? Sweet.” It flew over your head this time. “I’m not opposed for sure.”
Chyna just shakes her head. Just in time, Shawn comes around with his belt in tow, a smile on his face. His gear was pretty gaudy, with a vest and some….what the hell is he even wearing…? It looks like you could unzip part of the pants, but even so, this shit looks like a fashion disaster.
“You guys ready to wrestle?”
Of course you were.
Chyna and Shawn are first out, just as she said. Then it was you and Hunter. You hadn’t ‘officially’ been given theme music quite yet, so they just allowed you to come out with Hunter to DX’s theme until decided.
All of you settle into the ring. You and Chyna were first up.
You’re ready, unable to fight the smile on your face. Chyna on the other hand, was as doing her best to be stoic as ever. You understood it though, she had to be.
Chyna comes towards you and you immediately fall down to the ground.
The crowd gets a good laugh out of it. You’re “knocked out” cold and she didn’t even hit you. Hell, she didn’t even touch you!
She stares down at you, then grabs your leg to drag you around the canvas a bit. You’re still not moving. She then tries to pin you, but you kick out.
You stand up and shoot her a smile. She can only roll her eyes at you, another smile playing at the corner of her lips. You’ll try and be serious now. The two of you lock up, but Chyna breaks it up and irish whips you into one of the corners.
You try to sell it as hard as you can, but it backfired on you completely. That shit really hurt! For a second, you keel over, your back absolutely killing you.
Using the ropes for some leverage, you jump up and hook your legs around her neck for a rope-aided hurricanrana. That’s one move!
Once you hit the ground, you try and exaggerate. (It still hurt though.) “Ow, ow!” You whine, putting a hand on your back. “OOOOOWWWW!” You try whining a little louder, rolling around.
Shawn’s eager to get himself tagged in, holding his hand out for a slowly recovering Chyna.
She sees it and reluctantly tags him in. She wanted to go a little longer with you, but she couldn’t deny him. He’s chipper as hell.
You use the ropes to stand up, then stagger over to him. The two of you were face to face in the ring.
He can only give you a grin. “Remember when I said you have to lay down for me?”
“Uh, yeah?”
Nothing could prepare you for what he was going to do next. He immediately tackling you down like a football player. “I meant it!” When he gets you down to the ground, the referee had started to count it as a pin.
“OW! What the fuck!” You exclaim.
If he wants to play dirty, then so be it! You don’t even let the referee hit two, you kick out immediately.
“Woahhh! You kicked out!” He was taunting you. As you try to get up, he starts to push you down, grabbing your arms to try and stop you from swiping at him. “Watch the hair!”
You’re getting a little frustrated at how he’s holding you down, so you’re doing your best to get the hell out of it. He’s having a bit of a hard time controlling you.
The crowd is enjoying this very much. Whatever you guys are doing, it’s working in your favor!
Shawn’s decently impressed, you’re much stronger than he thought! Well, of course he thought you were strong, you had twisted his arm in the hallway pretty hard.
Normally, girls would just turn into putty under him, especially if they were play fighting like this.
“Hey, HEY, HEY—“ His voice slightly rises in volume as you start to push him off of you with your legs. He doesn’t let go of your arms, trying to overpower your own attempts of moving away.
It’s not doing him any justice. You’re able to flip over him and roll off. That was incredibly embarrassing. In the middle of the ring, no less.
You jump up to your feet and he does too. What’s next?
You take a few steps back and so does he. Then you take a few steps forward. He does too. Is he copying you?!
You hold you arm up and he follows. Yeah, he definitely was copying you. You slowly lower it and flip him off. He returns the favor. Goddamn it.
You’re not for the bullshit, you’re just not. You back away and tag Hunter in. He hits your hand and you switch places.
Shawn doesn’t tag Chyna in, instead deciding to jump in place. You have a feeling that it’s going to go downhill from here.
Both of them pull on the ropes a bit, warming the ring up. They’re acting like the match is just beginning.
Once they’re all finally all geared up, the two of them lock up…and Hunter quickly throws Shawn right onto the mat. He just lays there.
It was a little too easy, definitely done on purpose. Maybe he was even mocking you a little bit.
Hunter bounces off the ring ropes and just as you think he’s about to do something, he just runs and bounces off, jumping over Shawn every so often.
You can’t help but to laugh. Hunter flops right on top of Shawn and pins him with no issue. Congratulations, you two won! He’s the new champion! …Of whatever the hell the theme was, you guess.
“Your new European Champion, Hunter Hearst Helmsley!”
European champion? Ah, very nice.
Shawn’s in the middle of the ring having a temper tantrum. He slams his hands and balled up fists onto the mat. Once he comes up, you see him crying crocodile tears.
Poor thing. He runs over to Chyna for some comfort, the woman fighting a laugh as hard as she could.
Hunter’s brought to tears of joy, crawling around and throwing his arms up. He crawls over to you and hugs your waist. You pat his back.
The referee hands over the title to you and you slightly drape it over his back, trying to catch his attention. He lets go of you and rises to his feet, taking it away from you and holding it up to the crowd.
“You know…” Shawn, now equipped with a mic, can barely get his words out without dry-heaving. “It’s—it’s—“ He pauses for a minute, choking over his tears. Boohoo!
There’s a man at the front of the stage watching all this chaos go down. Now that you take a look around, this arena is a little different than the usual.
Hunter throws his arm around you for support like he just wrestled a very hard match. Shawn’s still sobbing. He takes a minute to pull it together.
“It’s not easy being defeated for the European tiiittleeee…I’ve been in so many matches…I’ve been in ladder matches, I’ve been in cell matches, I’ve been in marathon matches, but, oh god—never has any match been so….emotionally, physically, and mentally draining as this one..”
Shawn continues wordvomiting something else something akin to “youtwowonfarandsquareaauughhh” but then hands over the mic to Hunter.
“I’d just like to say one thing. Other than my kid being born….I don’t have one, that I know of—,” He pauses, definitely letting that sink in. “This is the greatest moment of my life!! YOU ALL SAW IT! I DID ITTTT!!” He yells.
Hunter doesn’t forget to shout you out. “AND [NAME], MY BEAUTIFUL PARTNER, THAT NONE OF YOU PEOPLE IN THE CROWD WILL NEVER GET THE CHANCE TO BE AROUND! THANK YOU!! Oh god, thank you!”
You feel like this match kinda sucks….
Seems like things were back to normal. Hunter tosses the mic somewhere after coming in for a hug and Shawn starts doing crotch chops. The latter grabs the mic again. “I know ya’ didn’t need any help from us Sarge, but we made an ass outta you anyway! MERRY CHRISTMAS!”
Even with Christmas being just days away, you don’t exactly feel in the spirit….
the night is not over. I REPEAT THE NIGHT IS NOT OVER. yes the match was short and stupid. yes we’re complaining about it next chapter (so are some fans…) DO NOT WORRY,,
mickie actually does the rope-aided hurricanrana, it’s pretty cool, though i just think mickie herself is pretty cool :). im actually gonna make a gif move set list to reference or something like that i dunno.
you know, golden seems much more “mature” than attitude idk maybe it’s just me. that was a fun match to write,,sometimes my worst enemy can be writing too much in one paragraph grrr. anyway i hope you guys enjoyed i liked this kinda sorta. until next time
do you guys remember when dx “invaded” wcw? lol thought it would be funny if reader was there like damn.
#scream if you want it#THE RIZZBREAK KID!!#WHY ARE WE BEEFIN WITH BLONDIES#wwe golden series#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels imagine#chyna x reader#chyna imagine#triple h x reader#triple h imagine#wwe imagines#wwe imagine#wwe x reader#wwf x reader#wwf imagine#heard people saying that the chyna syndrome shirt is bad#I don’t really give a fuck IM STILL TRYNA FIND THAT SHIRT. TILL THIS DAY.#IK SOMEBODY GOTTA SELL IT GRRRR
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Bubbly
(not my gif!)
Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 964
Tags: Romantic gestures, champagne, the heart shaped hot tub!, Loverboy Shawn
Summary:
Prompt: Bubbly | A romantic night with you and Shawn.
Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.
Shawn sure enjoyed playing up that loverboy persona of his.
You were awoken that morning with a loud knock on your door. Rushing down the steps to see what the problem was, you flung open the door to be greeted by a gigantic bouquet of blood red roses. Your eyes widened at the delivery boy who struggled under the weight of the beautiful flowers. The note was printed on hefty cardstock with gold foil surrounding the edges. Shawn certainly was sparing no expense on this night of romance.
There won't be any heartbreak at the hotel tonight.
-S
You rolled your eyes playfully at the card. The rest of your day was a blur as you tried to keep focus on the errands around the house. Shawn had decided to call you a couple of times while you took care of your chores in an attempt to distract you. You fell for it after the second call, leaning against the wall to hear his smooth voice tell you how much he missed you. A fuzziness built at the way he called you honey, the word just skirting the edge of lewdness. After the call ended you ignored the constant ringing that followed it up. Shawn loved to play his little games with you.
As the night approached you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. A car would be coming to drop you off at a hotel on the outskirts of town. You were completely awash in Shawn's all encompassing feelings of passionate love for you, and you for him. Memories of past rendezvous left you in an intoxicating daze while you applied your makeup and chose your outfit. When you heard the car horn beep outside, you looked down at the dress you wore in confusion. In your zoned out state you didn't even realize what you grabbed out of your closet! It was sexier than you were going for, but as you left the house you figured it fit the mood of the night better than whatever your original plan would be.
Your nerves were completely bunched up at the sight of the hotel coming closer and closer. The building was relatively inconspicuous, causing you to become more alert. Shawn never did anything on the small scale and this place felt absolutely miniscule. It was tucked away amongst the beginnings of a forest that seemed to go on for miles. Shawn met you at the door of the lobby dressed in all black, his blond hair waving down his shoulders in contrast. You couldn't help but to run into his arms and squeal at seeing him again. It just wasn't the same seeing him on TV bouncing around into the ring like an overgrown golden retriever puppy. Your friends were getting sick of the way you grabbed them in excitement every time Shawn won a match. He called you like clockwork after each show no matter how it ended. When he won you showered him with compliments, and when he lost you babied him beyond all belief. Sometimes you swore you could hear him pouting over the phone, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. Now that you were back in his arms, he squeezed you as tight as he could without hurting you.
"Miss me, honey?"
You nodded against his chest as he rested his hand against the back of your neck. "You know I did."
He hummed and began to move his hand up and down your back lovingly. With a deep breath he led you to the shiny gold doors of the elevator. The exterior of the building was very misleading to what was on offer on the inside. The gold and marble patterns covered every free inch of space to the point of making your eyes hurt. Shawn's hands roamed all over your body in the short time it took the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel. You melted under his restrained touch. The flowers were gorgeous and the hotel was campy fun, but you would've been happy in a rundown old house as long as you were spending time with Shawn.
Entering your room, your smile spread so wide across your face that your lips started to hurt.
Hearts, hearts, hearts…
Everywhere!
The vanity mirror, the bed, even the large window facing out into the trees was heart shaped. The real pièce de résistance of the suite was the huge, candy red heart bathtub in the center. Two glasses of champagne bubbled away by the edge of the tub as Shawn reached down to make sure the water was still warm. He seemed especially proud of the massive amount of bubbly foam that filled the heart. Shawn scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them out at you playfully. His clothes flew off of him with a grace that took quite a bit of control. You could see the effort he exerted painted plainly across his face and your heart floated. Even in his excitement he still wanted to look as sexy as possible for you.
Your own clothes fell beside you slowly. You took even longer to actually get in the tub for Shawn's benefit. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you feel like you were on top of the world. His soapy hand held onto the other champagne glass carefully to hand it over to you. You took a sip of it and floated over to him to plant a kiss on his lips that felt exceptionally chaste in contrast to the lovey dovey theming surrounding you.
"I hope there's more of that coming." Your golden retriever of a man winked a blue eye at you, the charm incapable of being turned off.
"That and more, sweetheart."
#shawn michaels#wwe imagine#shawn michaels x reader#shawn michaels fanfic#wrestling fanfic#wrestling#wwe#wwe fanfic#wwe shawn michaels#magnoliafanfic
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"Kurt Angle is the best wrestler of all time, that guy's insane!" Fred said, shaking his head. The two of you had just finished watching a Kurt Angle match.
"I'm sorry but no. Shawn Michaels is the best." You retort, "HBK is the greatest."
Fred rolled his eyes, "Oh here we go."
#I LOVE SHAWN MICHAELS OK#harry potter imagine#harry potter#imagine#fred weasley imagine#fred weasley#hp#hp imagine
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