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RIGHT???!! THIS ERA GIVES ME LIFE!! Look how beautiful they are, so in love 😭. Stevie did an interview in this time where, when asked about their relationship status, he gives Raven a little shout-out and actually says "I love you."
omg guys Stevie can't enough of raven HUGE raven Stevie bomb in his podcast-
something brought up his cats in the conversation about 3d models when he was talking affectionately about the face "his cat makes when he babytalks her too much looks like this- " I can tell how much he loves when cat does that.....but doesn't that expression he loves look a Little familiar?? omg this has me restless omg
Inspired by @hartbreak-motel 's post about this concept, I just wanted to put out there that raven and Stevie's relationship is probably the most underrated concepts in media. people don't realize how much it's important to not self project onto anyone significant in your life- your kids, your spouse, your siblings, your friends- ravens character is so beautiful and important if you understand everything @hartbreak-motel explained so wonderfully about him...
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I'm probably stating the obvious but it's clear that Stevie Richards was originally supposed to be a previous version of Scott Levy to stand in contrast with his newly adopted Raven persona. A person he felt like he needed to be to get noticed and please other people. A facade he felt like he needed to adopt to survive the industry early in his career.
At a certain point, the facade becomes unsustainable and the inner turmoil and childhood trauma came back in full force. Suppressing it was no longer an option, so instead Scotty chose to wear the anger and sadness he felt on his sleeve. He's done trying to please other people. This becomes the Raven persona.
When Raven meets Stevie for the first time, he sees pieces of himself in the younger man. A young insecure kid desperate for attention and approval. He sees a distorted reflection of the person he used to be. It's no wonder when we first see him with Raven, he's wearing Raven's old Scotty Flamingo jacket.
He's the Scotty Flamingo/Johnny Polo character. The annoying heel, the guy who's willing to be the butt of the joke and sell himself short so as to not rock the boat.
Raven hates it. He hates it because he hates that part of himself. So he's hard on Stevie. He's cruel to Stevie. He's doing anything in his power to make him see the truth. In his own twisted way, he's trying to help Stevie. He's doing everything he can to kill the weakness inside of him so that the industry doesn't swallow him whole.
His fatal flaw is that his narcissistic tendencies won't allow him to realize that Stevie isn't Scotty. He's his own person with his own reasons for why he is the way he is. While at first he's happy to accept Raven's "help," he never becomes the thing Raven thinks he should be. Like Raven, he's insecure and an outsider, but he's still silly and sweet. He's still desperate for Raven's approval, but he's not willing to kill off the more vulnerable parts of himself. No matter how much Raven tries to beat it out of him, Stevie never becomes the person Raven feels like he needs to be. He remains himself, much to Raven's dismay. And his friendships with Meanie and Nova, people who accept Stevie for who he is, gives Stevie the strength he needs to break free from Raven's control.
yes yes yes yes OMG I've thought about this exact stuff since day 1!! can't believe I'm finally seeing someone else say this about them!!!! 😭 👏👏👏👏 Yes!! IS that deep- I believe it!!
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After a long bout with work/health issues/writer's block, Chapter 4 is finally up! Enjoy a slightly longer chapter for your patience.
Set after the events of this match, we find out that there might be trouble in paradise with the RTC. Also Steven and Raven have another...encounter..
TW: Mildly dubious consent, period typical homophobia
Also available on ao3
The Spaces in Between - Chapter 1
The Spaces in Between - Chapter 2
The Spaces in Between - Chapter 3
The Spaces in Between - Chapter 4
“I had him on the ropes!”
“Really? Because it seemed like you were face down on the mat after eating that bulldog!”
Acidic rage bubbled within him as he made his way backstage with his worse for wear comrade. He was so damn darn angry. Angry at Val for breaking rank and challenging Raven to a fight. Angry at Raven for getting the best of him, once again. And most importantly, he was angry at himself for letting himself be pulled back into Raven's orbit, just to be on the receiving end of an Even Flow DDT.
A familiar ache washed over him. The feeling of being hurt by Raven was nostalgic in a twisted sort of way.
But the pain mattered little at the moment. Not when he had an irate Val Venis to deal with.
“I could've handled it, Richards! I did not want or need your assistance.”
The acid continued to bubble up. ‘Could've fooled me.’
“Val, you had no idea what you were up against. Believe me, I know from experience.”
Steven watched as the taller man's jaw tightened, blue eyes narrowing. Shit Shoot.
“And just what kind of experience did you have with that burnout degenerate?”
‘Enough experience thank you very much...’
“That is none of your concern, Venis.”
“I'm just saying, ever since that Axl Rose wannabe came back, you've been off.”
Off? Nonsense. He was completely and totally fine. Didn’t everyone interfere in their exe’s enemy’s matches?
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“That's bullshit, Richards and you know it!”
‘Don't sell it, Richards. Remember who's in control here.’
“You're questioning me? After everything I've done for this group.”
“I'm simply stating facts. Face it, Richards! You're distracted. And your little distraction ended up costing me my match!”
Before Steven could even retort, Val had stormed off.
Great. Absolutely splendid. This was the last thing they needed right now.
Of all his teammates, Val had been the hardest to win over.
Bull was the easiest to recruit. The big man had made it a point to live up to his namesake. Strong, dependable, not much going on upstairs.
‘A clueless putz.’ The voice in his head supplied.
Recruiting Charles had been his first real challenge. The Godfather embodied everything that was wrong with the WWF. An ostentatious, marijuana-smoking pimp, parading around with his gaggle of whores scantily clad women. The very thought of a man like that switching sides to fight the good fight would have seemed like a miracle.
Until one day, a switch flipped and Charles had showed up at his door, repentant, claiming to have seen the light. Steven was taken aback. He wondered what could have caused such a radical change in the man in just a short window of time. Then he considered his own transformation just months prior.
Perhaps it was a ruse. Perhaps it was a late night epiphany not too dissimilar to his own Regardless, who was Steven to turn away an ally?
Ivory needed no convincing. She practically jumped at the opportunity. The older woman had spent the better part of two decades learning her craft, only to be relegated to slop matches and swimsuit contests. An unbefitting role for such a spirited and underappreciated talent. Together, they could save women’s wrestling.
She was by far the most enthusiastic member of their group. Her fervor for the cause matched only by his own. It brought them together. Of all of his teammates, Ivory was the only one he could possibly consider a friend.
He also had to admit that the woman scared the hell heck out of him.
Then there was Val.
The former porn star had always danced to the beat of his own sick, perverted drum. An exhibitionist, a provocateur, but a fierce competitor who wanted more for himself.
Much like the Godfather, Val couldn’t have been more diametrically opposed to Steven’s vision for the World Wrestling Federation. He’d gone on an entire diatribe about the importance of freedom of speech and how allowing violence and nudity on television was a celebration of the First Amendment and the Constitution itself. How very libertarian of him.
It was an absurd argument that Val himself didn’t believe.
It was clear to Steven that the only person Val was trying to convince was himself. It didn’t take long for Val to come to this realization. Prior to even being on Steven’s radar, the larger man was already undergoing a transformation of his own accord, leaving his old ways behind. All he needed was a little nudge in the right direction.
Still, there was always a level of unease with Val.
The man was too headed and strong willed for his own good. Traits that would make him a valuable asset to their group, but often led to bouts of insubordination. Bouts that had been becoming more frequent in recent weeks.
‘It’s because he sees right through you. He knows what you really are.’ the voice in his head sneered.
“No, that’s not true.” he said to himself.
‘He knows you’re unfit to lead. Face it! You’ve never been a leader, Richards.’ the voice continued to taunt.
“Shut up!” he protested. Did he say that out loud?
‘You couldn’t even lead the bWO. What happened to Meanie and Nova? That’s right! You ditched them and went crawling back to your boyfriend just to follow him to WCW. And when that didn't pan out, you ran away. Some leader you are. You think you have everyone fooled. You think you’re in control. But they all know the truth.’
It was true though.
He was losing control. He could feel it slipping from his fingers. Soon everyone would turn on him. Everyone would see him for what he truly was.
No. This couldn't happen. Not when he had work to do. He needed to complete his mission. He needed to make them see the light. He needed…
An unmistakable flash of red and blonde highlights walked past his peripheral vision. That was…
The source of his troubles.
Raven.
The acid that ran through his veins finally bubbled over. Red hot rage burned throughout his entire body.
‘Red. Like his hair.’
Where did that come from?
Before he could even process anything, his feet began to move on their own accord.
It was enough to get the older man’s attention as he whipped his head around, a surprised but slightly bemused expression donned across his face.
“You!” came out of his mouth a battle cry as he approached his ex nemesis.
He wanted to kiss slap it off of him.
“Me?” Raven mouthed with genuine bewilderment as gestured towards himself.
‘You don’t get to feign innocence. Not after everything you’ve done.’
“This is all your fault!” he hissed. “You’ve ruined everything!”
The weight of those words hung over him like an anvil.
“I take it there’s some trouble in paradise with your Mormon goon squad?”
His body once again moved on its own accord. Before they both knew it, Steven had Raven shoved against the wall.
Even after he’d just been manhandled, Raven’s pierced eyebrow was still raised in a slightly bemused expression. Like he was impressed with Steven’s sudden show of force.
‘Still a smug bastard. I’ll show him’
“You think this is funny, huh?” Steven hissed. “You still think you can play your little mind games on me?!”
“Stevie...”
“Stop calling me that.” he spat through gritted teeth. “I’m not that stupid kid anymore!”
That seemed to elicit some reaction in the older man. The amused expression faded into something unreadable.
They stood frozen in place, nose to nose for what seemed like an eternity. The sound of Steven’s chest heaving, the only thing cutting the silence.
A sigh escaped the older man. Steven could feel the exhale. Raven tried again.
“I didn’t want to hurt you tonight.” he murmured.
He couldn't stop the hoarse, bitter laughter from coming out. Raven didn’t want to hurt him? Raven had done nothing but hurt him.
“It's a little too late for that don't you think?”
“You're right.”
Pardon?
Another sigh escaped the older man. Chocolate brown eyes meeting his own.
“You're right.” he repeated. “It is too late.”
The unfamiliar expression on the older man’s face settled into something that resembled…sincerity?
'No, that can’t be right. This has to be a trap.'
Raven continued.
“I know I hurt you. I was so wrapped up in my own self loathing, I couldn’t see past my own bullshit and I projected that hatred onto you.”
Projection. Someone really did go to therapy.
“It wasn't fair to you.”
Understatement of the century.
“And I know it's too late. But I still want to make it right.”
‘How the hell are you gonna do that?’
He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand caress his face, forcing him to meet those mesmerizing eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to recoil from the burning touch, to kick the bastard in the shins and run.
But he stood frozen in place. The thread connecting his body and brain had seemingly been severed.
‘This is wrong. This is wrong. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong….’
“Stevie..” the older man started. He seemed to believe that if he continued to say that name aloud, he'd summon that stupid kid from his slumber.
‘Jokes on you. He's dead. I killed him.’
Then why did those brown eyes still have such a relentless hold over him?
‘Run run run run run run run.’
His brain's commands fell on deaf ears. Was it warm in here?
“Please, baby,” the older man whispered, "Please come home.”
Baby. One word was all it took to shatter what remained of his psyche.
With his brain and body completely offline, all he could do was accept the lips that tentatively ghosted over his own. So soft, so gentle. As if asking for permission to enter.
This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. Raven never asked for anything. He just took and took and took whatever he wanted.
‘More more more more more...’
His lips parted on their own accord, allowing the older man to deepen the kiss. Those lips melting away all the tension that he'd been carrying around for weeks.
‘Home. This is home.’
The only thought that currently occupied his cotton candy brain as the other man continued his onslaught.
He could spend the rest of his life in this kiss. How nice it would be to turn his brain off and spend the rest of his days with Raven's lips on his. No pain, no responsibilities. Just warm lips and fuzzy feelings.
‘Home home home home home.’
He could feel the vibrations from the little moans that filled the space between their lips. Were those coming from him?
‘So good so good so good…’
His short-circuiting brain appeared to be stuck on that mantra. It was so good.
Almost too good.
He could feel another hand making its way down…down…down…down on his….
It was suddenly too much. Too much…he needed…he needed….
‘NO!’
Suddenly his brain rebooted and kicked into overdrive, making him painfully aware of his surroundings.
Raven was kissing him and he was kissing him back.
‘Just like that, you've fallen right into his trap. Get it together, Richards! You're really going to let this degenerate corrupt you again?’
He couldn't let this happen. He'd come so far. He refused to throw everything away now.
Raven must have sensed the change within him because suddenly the hand was gone and the kiss was broken.
Once again, they both stood across from one another, frozen like statues as they both came up for air. Concern seemed to be etched into Raven's features.
‘It's a trick. This was all just part of his plan’
“Stevie?” His voice sounded confused and small. So unlike Raven.
White hot bubbling rage suddenly consumed his entire being as he stared at the demon before him with nothing but contempt.
‘I hate you. I hate you. I love you and I hate myself for it. I hate you.’
With all the willpower he could muster, he shoved the other man back into the wall.
“No!” he growled.
“Stevie I…”
“You WHAT?!” he seethed. “You think you can seduce me into submission?! Typical Raven! You haven't changed at all!”
“Stevie, can we please talk about this?”
“No! We're done here. You stay the hell away from me!”
With that, he stormed off, leaving a stunned Raven in his peripheral
Unbeknownst to the both of them, they hadn't been alone.
‘So my suspicions were correct. Richards is a faggot.’
As Val made his way back to the locker room, he couldn’t suppress the smirk across his face.
is it possible to love your wrestler/manager love of life from head to toe? 🤔 test yourself! anyone who sees this post reblog and write the way that you desire and llluuvvv 🌹 each of these body parts I listed- write it romantically and artfully as well, if you like! and tell a friend to reblog too!
Head-hair
ears
cheeks
nose
mouth/lips
neck
shoulders
arms
tits
waistline
navel
hips
ass
thighs
lower legs/toes
(or as much as possible) on your fav wrestler or manager!
This is (surprisingly ) who I chose...🥴 Johnny polo. I can't wait to see who you all choose! 💕💕💕
HEAD/SCALP- "Running fingers through her mysterious web of dark curls. Maybe dye, from a boring perspective. Perhaps the proud colors of an adventurous ancestry of a beautiful Romani woman who was looked down upon by others but danced with her bells and ribbons and romanced with a sultry flavored freedom. Not unlike the springy, bright eyed Manager of the Quebecers that peers at you curiously as you run your fingers through the strands of the scalp situated right under your reach, in an act of teasing but really an excuse to touch such perfection. Why else do people kiss the Blarney stone? Visit Mount Rushmore? Climb the Eiffel Tower?
EARS- Johnny Polo is a Manager. If you are a Wrestler that is crooked and selfish that wants to reach the top so you can face the likes of UnderTaker, Bret Hart, or Lex Luger as means of proving that good doesn't always triumph and the game of wrestling's all about the pay, Johnny is your kind of manager. And if your opponent is an extra crazy fellow, then you may need him at the ring apron to tell him to sneak attack them. You reach over to whisper into the petite round structures curtained by strawberry and sage scented curls. This moment feels like forever if you do it just right. If you lean in and exhale a warm breath you watch him flinch. His shoulder draws up as though attempting hopelessly to shield a sensitive ear from your presence. You draw your plan out as long as possible, like a supervillain in a movie rolling his words slow as molasses and sagging with dominance, and see his soft profile redden. And, if the mood is right, you nip his earlobe, gently and careful not to tear the delicate flesh, but firm enough to show without words and without expressions, that you crave his sensitivity. You love to see him shrink in pleasure. You want to be his Dracula on a dark and stormy autumn night- respecting, sociable, and only showing a flirtatious interest when the time is right. When he looks back at you before hopping down from the apron, his eyes and shiny with a wondering innocence as a young adult unknowing of such boldly suggestive actions as yours. You only smile, and watch as he keeps tucking his shiny curls behind his ears during your match and even weeks after.
CHEEKS- "OK! That's quite enough!" Said through a fit of giggles is what you hear Johnny say as you cup his soft round cheeks in your palms and revolve them around. You can't believe how soft his skin is, how smooth and shiny it shines in the stage lights or the studio lights! It looks unreal. And yet, here it is, finally squishing under your very own hands. You can't ever imagine having such precious skin. You can tell how protected and groomed he is at his expensive homes. He thinks you're only teasing him, that's why he laughs. But that's not why you did it. You wanted to touch such precious skin. You wanted to feel like something so arousing was yours. The beauty mark on his cheek is cradled in the mounds of soft skin in your palms. The little heirloom of royalty marking his status as something precious, protectable, cherishable to your heart. Like a princess with a diamond engraved in her crown. As he pulls away, complaining a bit like a child, his cheeks are rosey. The humor and sweetness in his eyes tells you he only pouts, but doesn't resent. He's too forgiving. Too innocent to hate.
NOSE- If you were Gorilla Monsoon's Understudy, then there would come a day when you take over as a rightous, Yankee doodle host to a World Wrestling production, and Johnny is your unagreeable, sassy companion. The whole time you sit next to him during shows, when he watches the action in the ring, lips parting and eyes vivid with wonder, you stare at his perfect nose- round and childishly shaped, curved up at the front a little. Each nostril is a perfect hole- a round dainty circle. He notices you staring at him, he frowns a little. "Hey! It's impolite to stare at people like that! Didn't you learn anything at school or did you flunk kindergarten?Hehehehe!" You could have managed to get a grip on the irrational desires at a younger age that made you imagine licking across the front surface of it from the nose bridge. jl
LIPS- Perhaps Johnny's most defining feature. So perfectly shaped and colored. sitting between the Quebecers on the large blue sofa, Johnny swings his feet back and forth on the ground where they barely touch the floor. He concentrates on the rapid French your teammate Jaques shouts at McMahon as though trying to figure out what he's saying by his tone of voice, but you can only focus on his mouth, formed into a pout more perfect than any female model could ever achieve, and you can't resist pulling him against you to kiss his cheek, as close as you can get to his warm lips without contact.He giggles, only aware of your usual affections and not aware that you sought out more from the gesture you just did. It's just apart of the gimmick, after all.
NECK- Yes, you want to bury your face in it- within the light brown, soft hollows under his ears when he reveals it as he ties his hair up in a thick fluffy ponytail when he's busy trying to discuss with you and your tag team partner what the best way to convince Jack Tunney that those belts are rightfully yours It's hard to pay his words much attention when his neck sparkles with beads of sweat from the white dress shirt he wears . The one he keeps pulling the collar down on unconsciously as he talks. Boy, is it hot in this office. Maybe he could use some stress relief..his neck might be your greatest weak point...
TITS- You see them halfway under his low buttoned shirts- you see them pressed snugly in his lovely bright colorful leotard, you see them trying to perk themselves outwards of his white blouses- Johnny has the perfect set. Smooth caramel skin in two perfect little mounds of soft flesh that add the perfect touch of humanity and vulnerability to his playful or professional looks. Yes you are caught in the same guilty habit l as many a person in love with an arousing, curvy body. You stare at the low buttoning adorning his bright colorful jungle leaves top and look up at him when he gushes to you, his wrestler, " Isn't this shirt so fun?! My daddums and mumsy would never let me wear this at home!! It's so gawdy in a cute way. don't cha think~!"
WAISTLINE- It can look slightly plump. It can look perfectly tapered. It swishes as it guides his body to dance and prance around. Even in the baggy suits he's given its still visible..
....Little troublemaker. I may have to punish that body soon..
NAVEL- It's a perfect deep circle. Perfectly deep and inhumanly round. Its perfect shape is impossible to both not notice and impossible to resist desiring to trace your tongue all around it in endless circles. He would giggle and squirm around hoping to escape as any virgin would.
HIPS- One of your favorite parts of her form. Their butterfly wing span shape is highlighted in the riding pants he wears. A structure so immaculate it is overwhelming. Sweat cascades down your face when you imagine grasping them in your hold.
Birthing hips.
ASS- When you decide to make a move on little Polo, you head straight for a pinch of the soft bouncy peach that's so naughtily pressed tightly within riding pants. He may look at you with a pout, call you a bully, or even try to get you in trouble with his infinite money.
THIGHS- They are quite possibly perfect. Soft. Bouncy. Tan. Smooth.Just these words are enough to immediately hitch your breath. Wait untill you feel them. Have Polo sit on your face to do a wrestling move. He wont even notice the way you rub your face within the space between.
LOWER LEGS- A fantasy- to slide your mouth down the back of his tiny knees to his toes. In the back of the WWF tour bus, during the taping of "ALL AMERICAN WRESTLING" during training. Any place will do. As long as Johnny knows he's the most beautiful thing to you. Yes. it's easy to love him head to toe.
The Scott Anthony gimmick is entertaining, cute, and sexy as hell.
Also, just noticed this lovely little detail about him- hopefully everyone can see it in these images- his hair is lightened on the ends! I'm shocked to learn he did any kind of hair highlights or lightening before Raven. It looks so pretty...👑✨.
As I've watched 1993 - 1994, I've come across GIFs of people whom I never post about or have no way to post about. So, those will go here!!
GIFs of Taker, Razor, Bret, Shawn, Diesel, and Polo/Raven in bound :)
UNSURE, Pre-SummerSlam??
Haven't you ever wanted pizza from the Undertaker?? I hate Dominos so I'm afraid I'm good without it, but it might be a little fun to order haha :3
UNSURE, Footage of a charity softball game
Ooohhhhhh the softballersssss </3 Isn't Diesel in THAT outfit just so something?? I think the fanny pack is really what pushes it over the edge for me LOL imagine this seven foot dude wearing all of that and towering over everyone else... its kinda funny...
Also, can't forget Razor just kinda being Razor. OFC he's wearing the shirt with his own face on it, not a shock. I wonder if hes in a ponytail?? His hair always looks good in those, and u see him wearing a ponytail when out of gear, so maybe...
RAW 01/31/94, RAW 11/27/95
UNSURE 04/26/94,
RAW 04/18/94, Royal Rumble 01/22/1994
Bret can be such a cutie sometimes, can't he <3 <3 That hair, the look in his eyes, his expressions... so adorable <3 <3 He's the WWF poor little meow meow of all time, I think lolz
But, anyways, just a Bret appreciation section... the bottom right GIF I was gonna use for whumpy posting but I just never got around to the right time for it... isn't it sweet how Marty is checking on Bret tho?? Making sure he's okay even in the Rumble where no one is supposed to be friends <3 <3 So cute.......... Bret is so cute.........
AND also the first two GIFs are ones i like to think of as "Bret slowly realizing he's surrounded by insane people". He does the PERFECT comedy look away, im telling you. and hes an absolute cutie whilst doing it!!
SummerSlam 08/30/92
Speaking of whumpy posting........ lookie Shawn getting his face held so gently by Perfect........... soooooo whumpy I thinks...............
RAW 12-26-94, RAW 12-26-94,
RAW 12-26-94,
RAW 12-26-94, RAW 12-26-94,
In Your House 3 09-24-95
Diesel in a crown!! Just like Bret in that one GIF!! He's such a cutie and hes HUUUUGGGGGEEEEEEE O.O long long leggies that he has... i love it when he smiles, he always looks so happy and i think its adorbz
AND look at Diesel steal the Shawn hat from off of Mikey's head </3 </3 </3 Literally one of the cutest things ever I think :) Hat just a little too small for he head lol lol
RAW 01/31/94,
RAW 01/31/94, RAW 01/31/94
Inside the WWF VHS Tape ??/??/Late 93 - Mid 94
Ooooooooooo look at Raven!! I always loved it when Polo would show up cuz its like getting a glimpse at something insane... a happy Raven?? It doesn't freaking help that he's a damn cutie too :/ I mean look at that hair O.o But simping aside, I think its funny to see Raven before he becomes... well... Raven :D He was happy before all of his homoerotic abusive grunge emo-ness... but hey, thats what having a homoerotic abusive vaugly homosexual relationship with a twink will do to u :P
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