#29
>>19761830Oz was rectally POZZED in the summer of 1992
>>19761834this is indeed the truth
>>19761992KWAB confirmed
>>19761992welp
>>19761992
>>19761830>I can't be Oz, Oz was the location, I'd be the Wizard. There was no character named Oz
>>19761992GOOD HEAVENS MAN!
>>19761992Wait, wut?
>>19761992No...NOOOOOOO
>>19761992it cant be....
>>19761992wait a minute..
no slide
>>19762722agreed
>>19761992OH NO NO NO NASHCELS
>>19761830>>19761992The wizard of Detroit
>>19761992NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
>>19761830>>19761992
>>19761992wolfpedossitrannyxirs...!?
>>19761992Is this true?
>>19763450It's time i came clean ... I was raped atgunpoint in the summer of 1992 by anunknown assailant, the only thing i know isthat, yes, he was black & no, i hold no ill willtowards him, i just needed to get this outthere, although i may delete this if things gettoo crazy.
>>19761992kek this is what joshipedos are sliding
>>19763417he finna make 12 black dicks disappear
>>19761992>92
>>19761830>ozhe doesn't look very australian to me.
>>19762023post the webm
>>19761992Every day we get closer to >>19921992
>>19761830I know everyone's preoccupied with their gay rape fantasies. But don't let that distract you from the fact that the "flying monkey" Kevin Sullivan had for this entrance snapped its neck jumping off the ramp and Sullivan had to carry the dead monkey around on his shoulder.
>>19764126This one the day i found out this was real I lost all respect for Big Kev
>>19764162It's usually kino when animals die for art
>>19761992Black cocks?
>>19764750Very true indeed
>>19764785Fraid So....
>>19761992NINETEEN NINETY FUCKIN' TWO
>>19761992Witnessed.
>>19761992AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH KWAB
>>19761992AWWW HELL YEAHTIME FOR STONE COLD TO GRAB THE POPPER BOTTLE AND GIVE YOU 92 KWAB SUMMER OF FUCKIN' 92 NIGGER DONG HITS.
>>19761992This can't be...
>>19761992dear oh dear
>>19761992More like The Wizard of POZ
>>19761992DEAROHDEAR
>>19761830#30
>>19764760Introducing this image to /pw/ has been my one helpful contribution to the board and i'm not ashamed to admit this
>>19764967Hey I remember this
>>19761992lmao based numbers
>>19761992GAPED GIANT
>>19761992BOOTY WAS SHATTERED LIKE IT WAS MADE OF GLASS
No sliding on my watch
>>19773637your watch?
>>19761992No...
>>19761992huh?
>>19761830>OZ (With Wizard)Kek didn't he get raped that year?>>19761992Oh sweet baby Jesus this can't be happening again
We are getting close to >>19921992
>>19766405This seems really out-of-character for ol' Stone Cold....
>>19776813Yes, and I'm sure the OZ outfit was a big part of why it happened
>>19761992These are very serious allegations! Is there any veracity in them?
Anybody who got told, "you're going to be working with Kevin Sullivan" would have been smart to just quit on the spot.
no slidey
>>19778183why?
>>19764162WTFhttps://www.reddit.com/r/SquaredCircle/comments/b4f7a8/til_kevin_sullivan_once_killed_a_monkey_by/
>>19761992dubs
>>19761992nice digits
>>19761992GIVE IT TO ME STRAIGHT RIGHT NOWANUS STATUSTRISTON STATUSNOW
>>19761992interesting
>>19761830>BUT WHO'S THE 30TH MAN??>BLACK, TO ENTER OZ'S ANUS??
>>19769683Doing God's work, anon.
>"At the back alley, Kevin never gave us his real name," recalls Tyrone B., who played with Nash regularly at a Detroit establishment called 'Club Zesty'. "We sort of knew he was a big guy (for you), but that never came up in conversation: we just knew him as 'Ace of Spades' or 'Big Ace'. Nash's nickname owed to his preference, well known around the streets of Detroit since his lubeless initiation in 1992, of bending over in front of black men and making his asshole talk, Ace Ventura style. "Excuse me," he would grunt while spreading and shuttering the meat of his buttcheeks open and closed in cadence with his words, "I would like to 'ASS' you a few questions", he would growl at black men right behind him. And on nights when he wasn't overpowered by 14-21 dudes, the negotiations would start and go from there cuz once he realized what he had and had to offer, he stopped fucking for free. No stranger to getting boinked by black boys, friends and all the homies say Nash liked it rough, tender, loving, primal; even if asphalt scrapes, cigarettes and joints being extinguished on his scrotum and glutes, and copious amount of BBC cream-pies mixed with bloody bum-bum would frequently occur over many nightly encounters and visits. He was a fixture in back alley and clubs whenever the Piston's were in town, especially the Harlem Globetrotters or MC Hammer touring, and zesty niggas remember him as a man who didn't resist much, but was always willing to lay back and accept whatever was being dished out by the bruthas catching him in a frisky mood with his stringy-chicken legs all spread eagle in the air and his asshole waxed fresh like the best pizza you can get in town: Hot 'n Ready."-from wolfie's dad, Al "King Kong" Lundy's new book KWAB Nights: The Untold Story of Ass Rape in America's Back Alleys (2025), p. 90. Its REAL.
>Over time, "Big Acey" became something of a legend at Club Zesty, even having that one Motörhead song, "Ace of Spades", immediately start blasting when he made his grand entrance already sauced and randy on pills and booze while air-guitaring his heart out to it. His presence lent the club a strange kind of celebrity allure-everyone there knew he was the 7 ft bitch named 'Diesel' stinking up rings around the world on TV, being an absolute shitter. "He was soma'd off his tits, constantly murmuring 'I'm the shit, I'm tellin' ya,' and was always requesting participants of the 'Diesel Convoy' (which is what he would call the hot and horny niggas getting ready for some 'fuel pumping' of sorts) to all wear feather boas and flap their arms like and squawk like birds, imitating some weirdo he knew named Koko B. Ware or something. He was always shaking his damn ass too, like twerking before twerking was a thing, y'know?"-page 91
>Despite his submissiveness and tender quads, Nash's partners were all questioned, or rather interrogated abruptly, during mid-coital consensual sodomy by a fierce look in the eye usually during penetration with the same statement spoken with the same intimidating ferocity: "You glammin' me?"
>Off the mats and on the somas and poppers, he was constantly seen whistling 'Stranger in Paradise' down DARK alleys. "He came and went like a huge wave," George L. says. "I don't think I ever saw him say a word other than just drop trousers and assume the position--he'd just appear. Fanny pack full of pills, boombox blasting NWA to get everyone in the mood, and that glazed over dreamy look in his eye."-page 92. "WAVES: Diddy Parties and Frisky Encounters"
>>19782470>>19782472>>19782473>>19782477>Club zestyFrictiontrannies in the mud
>>19761992KWAB
>>19764750just a lil rib
>>19761992Oh no no no, the wolfcord trying to slide this one bros!
>>19761992.
NO SLIDING!
lundy still slidin?
>>19761992We did it reddit
>>19784521>Peacocks, on the other hand, have been employed as a symbol of male queer desire for thousands of years in the Western tradition. Male peacocks are considerably more colorful than female peahens, and they engage in over-the-top display rituals that showcase their elaborately patterned feathers to other males in the flock. “The peacock is very flamboyant and not afraid of showing off and shaking his tail feathers. He is bedazzling, ornate and over the top,” says Anna Phylactic, a Drag Queen from Manchester, England. “And look honey, of course peacocks are queer — the word COCK is in their fucking name!” In terms of body art, the Greek historian and geographer Herodotus (484– c.425 BCE) makes note of men on certain islands off modern Spain and France who “did adorn their forearm with images of the male cock, to signal with its feathers a lust for their fellow man.” While the evidence is more speculative, rudimentary peacock tattoos have been found on pairs of Viking men who were interred together in Scandinavian bogs, a rare form of joint-burial that has led some researchers to conclude that the individuals were life-partners before their death. In the early days of modern tattooing, queer Victorian dandies and closeted circus strongmen equally inked themselves with male peacocks, and this carried over into the 20th Century. In the 1940s and 50s, in fact, peacock tattoos were one way that queer sailors in the U.S. Navy identified each other — especially ones who had served at Mediterranean ports — and the practice still continues today among some naval personnel, albeit on a smaller scale. Historically, the peacock tattoo has endured as one of the most unapologetically queer images that a man could permanently put on his body — and if contemporary social media is any indication, it’s a tradition that is fiercely being revived by more and more Gen-Z and Gen-Alpha gays.- Ken Collins, “Queer Ink: Gay Men and Their Tattoos,” p. 78.
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>Meltzer knew>Vince knew>Hogan knew>Inoki knew>Patterson knew>Bret knew>Shawn knew>Hall knew>Haitch knew>Doink knew>Rock knew>DDP knew>Briscoe knew>Lethal knew>Hemme knew>JJ Dillon knew>Tim White knew>Mike McGuirk knew>The janitor at CNN knew>Shane knew>Sabu knew>Mark Henry knew>Ted Turner knew>Ralphus knew>WCW ref Mark Curtis knew>WrestlingBio's Guy knows>Hashimoto after their match in the early summer of 1992 knew>Liger knew>Tanahashi knows>Big Show knew>Paul Wight knew>Mutoh knew>Great Muta knew>Captain Insano knew>The Green Bastard knew>Suicide knew>Jacob Cass knew>Steiner knew>Warrior knew>The Bushwhackers knew>Savage knew>ECW lockerroom knew>Those who found out later thought it was as hilarious as we do.>New Jack's coke dealer knew>Terri Runnels knew because Nash taught her how to properly lick shit out of black man's ass>Penthouse Letters knew>Cornette knew>Stephen P. Nu knew>Mama Cornette knew>Shelton Benjamin's mama knew>The Gobbeldy Gooker knew>Piper knew>Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J knew>Stevie Wonder knew>Daniel Benoit knew>George the Animal Steele's "MINE" knew>ECW Sign Guy/Hat Guy knew>Team Rocket knew>Masuda knewKevin Nash was willingly friskily raped and had his asshole destroyed, blown out, flummuxed, sauteed, bamboozled, sauced, scrambled, mixed and mashed, shamwowed, shipoopied, puh-doodled, shammied down to Miami, dashed, pranced, vixened, donner'd, blitzened, comet'd, cupid-ed, blixem'd rudolphed, zaboomafoo'd, shagged, boned, banged, boinked, screwed, nailed, shutpped, Gorbachev'd, halled, scored, minced, shredded, rogered, buggered, dingoed, smashed and viciously and mercilessly and repeatedly fucked for 48 straight hours on-end nonstop by the entire Bulbasaur Evolution Line residing in the town of Pallet in the mystifyingly blistering hot babyoil covered summer of 1992. Raped, gaped, pozzed and KWAB'd. Kek. What a fucking raped ass BITCH!Now you know...
>>19761992>1992GET BENT WOLFNIGGER
R?
>>19761992Holy Kek put me in the screencap
>>19761992Holy shit.
>>19761992/vp/ here, kek what a bitch
>>19761992wolfpedo....
>>19761992Good fucking God
>>19761992>"In a dark alley in the city of Detroit in the early 1990's, police investigate the sexual assault of a former bouncer and rookie professional wrestler. Clocking in at a staggering 7 ft tall and weighing as much as a heavyweight boxing champion, this mammoth of a man somehow managed to find himself in a grappling situation outside of the squared circle. What police do know is that the struggle was violent but it somewhat verged on consensual. Witnesses say there was copious amounts of marijuana smoke and loud music from boom boxes at the time of the altercation, however some witnesses claim that the large behemoth victim was seen whistling 'Stranger in Paradise' down that alley almost invitingly."
