Diamond Dallas Page to be inducted into the WWE Hall Of Fame [February 20th, 2017]
RollingStone.com announced earlier today that former WCW World Heavyweight Champion Diamond Dallas Page is the latest inductee for the WWE Hall Of Fame Class of 2017!
Page got his career start in 1988, working as a manager in the AWA for a team known as Badd Company (Pat Tanaka and Paul Diamond). DDP managed the duo to win the AWA World Tag Team Championships before moving on to FCW in Florida to work as a commentator. In 1990, Page made his unofficial WrestleMania debut, driving the team of Rhythm And Blues to the ring in a pink Cadillac. In 1991, Dusty Rhodes signed DDP to a contract with WCW.
By 1996, Page’s career had panned out well enough to have captured the WCW World Television Championship, and he’d soon become one of the company’s top superstars. Before the company folded in 2001, Page would be a Triple Crown Champion, having also captured the WCW United States Championship, the WCW World Tag Team Championship (w/ Kevin Nash, Bam Bam Bigelow, and Kanyon), and a 3-time WCW World Heavyweight Championship. In addition to being a popular and accomplished superstar, Page also used his abilities in motivation to help save the lives of fellow superstars Jake “The Snake” Roberts and Scott Hall. Often referred to as one of the best wrestlers to know on a personal level and one of the most professional men in the sport, Page is a welcome addition to the WWE Hall Of Fame!
You sighed and nervously smoothed out the coktail black dress that clung perfectly to your curves and ended at your knees. “Oh my god for the last time Y/N, you look great now will you go please?”
You glared at Julie, your roomate and best friend, then fixed your hair one last time before turning from the mirror. You weren’t one for blind dates, but Julie had insited that she found the perfect match for you and wouldn’t quit bugging you until you agreed to go on a date. Although, you wouldn’t call ‘I’m not doing anything today’ as an agreement but you honestly had nothing better to do so why not.
“I still don’t know about this Jul,” you confessed as she packed multiple things in your purse, including condoms “just in case.”
“Are you kidding me? You look like some hot studd and if he doesn’t compliment you at least 15 a minute, then you’re out of there. Okay?”
You laughed and shook your head. “You have my word. What does he even look like besides ‘super cute and worthy of you’?”
“Now, now, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now would I?” she smirked and shoved your purse into your hands then quickly ushered you out the door. “Now go and have fun! Love you!”
You huffed as she closed the door shut behind you. “This better be good,” you mumbled under your breath.
A couple minutes later, you arrive at your destination. Opening the doors to the restaurant, you marveled at the high ceiling, sparkling chandelier, well-dressed waiters and not to mention the amazing smell of food. You selfconsciously smoothed your dress and subtly fixed your hair as you looked for your mysterious date.
You were so focused that you didn’t even see the waitress approach you.
You snapped your head in her direction, startled. “Yes? I’m sorry. I’m here on a date.”
“It’s no problem at all. What’s the last name?” She asked politley.
“Um,” you whipped your head in every direction. Another reason why blind dates were never your thing. You swore you’ve looked at every single person and were about to give up when your eyes landed on a quite handsome stranger. He returned your gaze and gave you a small wave.
“Actually he’s right over there, thank you.” You sauntered quickly towards the man’s direction and shyly smiled as his eyes drank your figure.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I was late.” You explained as you got within earshot and he stood to greet you.
“I usually don’t tolerate lateness, but since you’re so beautiful, I could make an exception,” He smirked which made him 100% more handsome. Calling him handsome would practically be an insult. This man was a fairytale. An illusion. You realized that you were too busy gawking at him that you hadn’t replied.
“Uh y-yeah. I mean um thank you.” You mentally kicked yourself and felt yourself turning red.
He let out a a small chuckle and held his hand out. “My name is Rafael, but you can call me Rafinha.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rafinha. I’m Y/N.” You accepted his hand and as you were going to release, he swiftly brought your hand to his mouth and brushed his lips against your knuckles while maintaining eye contact.
You swore this man would be the death of you.
“The pleasure is mine Y/N.”
Oh the way your name slid off his tongue was just sinful, and you would’ve been convinced you were dreaming if it wasn’t for his hand still lingering on yours. Rafinha pulled your chair out and you sat down while he did the same.
“So Y/N,” Rafinha took a long sip of the wine that was already on the table, eyes raking over every inch of your skin. “Tell me about yourself.”
And just like that, you began to carry a conversation with Rafinha as if he was a distant friend simply catching up on lost time. At first you, were making small talk but that easily turned into light converstaion filled with jokes and laughter. You talked about a your profession and was taken aback when he mentioned he was a footballer. Rafinha could talk all day about football and often apologized for talking too much about it, but you only encouraged him to talk more. He was indeed nice, charming, and funny which was everything you could hope for.
Boy, would you be thanking Julie for the rest of the week.
“Thank you for dinner, Rafinha,” you said as you set your dessert spoon down.
“No problem, I won’t make you pay me back only on one condition.”
“Oh? And what’s that?” You questioned as he leaned closer to you.
“You have to go on another date with me tomorrow night.”
You feigned a serious expression, really thinking hard about his propostion and almost laughed out loud when you saw the slight worry on his face. “Well…” you began.
Then he quickly added, “If you say no you have to pay half.”
You broke and let out a string og giggles, which eased him back to his confident demeanor. “Okay. You have yourself another date.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when you saw his eyes light up. “But only because you’re paying.”
Rafinha threw his head back and laughed heartily. “So that’s how it’s gonna be huh?”
“That’s exactly how it’s gonna be,” you assured.
“Can I walk you home?” Rafinha offered you his arm as he stood up.
You slipped your arm gracefully through his. “Gladly.”
When you stepped out of the restaurant, you were welcomed with the cool, yet pleasant, night air. As you walked, Rafinha still carried the conversation, effortlessly talking about anything that came to his mind.
You took the long way home which required you to pass by a small local restaurant and a fountain. When Rafinha’s heard the restaurant playing a soft slow song he immediately stopped in his tracks.
You turned to give him a questioning glance when you saw the mischivieous smirk on his face. You knew what he was thinking and immediately started shaking your head. “No.”
He slowly sauntered towards you and offered his hand out. “Yes.”
You shook your head again and backed away from him. “I don’t dance Rafa.”
“Not yet you don’t.” He kept coming closer to you until he was able to grab both of your hands and guide them around his neck.
“Shh, darling, I’ll teach you. It’s easy just follow me.” Rafinha wrapped his arms securely around your waist and swung your hips steadily to the relaxing music. “See? You’re doing good.”
You snorted and shook your head. “I’m barely even doing anything though.”
He leaned forward so his lips grazed your ear and whispered, “Exactly.” You felt a shiver run down your spine and your heartbeat pickup as you noticed how close you actually were to him. Then he pulled his head back and gazed into your eyes intimately. You ducked your head to hide the giddiness that suddenly came over you then rested your head on his chest, him softly humming the tune.
It was perfect. The two of you slow dancing under the night sky decorated graciously with stars, the warm wind occasionaly blowing lightly around you, the soft noise of the water splashing from the fountain and the blissful music topping it all off.
Just as you were getting familiar with the movements he “taught” you, Rafinha stepped back. Before you could ask why he spun you in a circle then brought you close again and dipped you effortlessly. You were at a loss for words.
Rafinha kept you in that position for a while, you both examining every feature on each other’s face. His eyes were glued to your lips and your eyes to his. You wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear the thumping of your heart by now. Rafinha was slowly leaning in closer and closer.
By the time his lips were barely skimming yours, a loud buzzing interrupted you both. Your eyes snapped open. Rafinha’s eyes were the same size as yours as he brought you up from your recent position. “I think that’s your phone.”
“Oh y-yeah.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from his. He was incredibly breathtaking to you and you couldn’t help yourself as you kepy staring at him.
He smirked and glanced at your purse then back to you questioningly. “Are you gonna get that?”
“Right!” you snapped yourself out of your trance and dug through your purse and grabbed your phone. Stepping a couple steps away from Rafinha before answering. “Hello?”
“Y/N! Hey I’m so sorry about tonight. If I had known sooner, I would’ve told you.” Julie exclaimed on the phone.
“Marc. He was your date and he didn’t show up. He said something about being stuck in traffic and had to cancel.” As Julie rambled on about how she wanted to kill Marc, you slowly glanced turned to glance at Rafinha behind you.
Rafinha returned your gaze and gave you an ‘is everything okay?’ look which you returned with a forced smile before turning back around. “Uh hey Julie I’m gonna call you back.” You said and hung up before she could say anything else.
You breathed in and out deeply and eventually turning around. Not bothering to walk closer to him, you stood where you were. “Who are you?”
Rafinha raised an eyebrow and took a step closer to you. “What do you mean, Y/N?”
“You weren’t supposed to be my date so who are you?”
Rafinha sighed heavily and hung his head. “Okay, you’re right. I’m not your date. Truth is, I was at the restaurant by myself because I got out of this relationship a while ago and it was really hard for me so I came here to get my mind off everything and to not focus on relationships anymore but then I saw you and you were just so gorgeous and I had to meet you and I know what I did was wrong and I’m sorry and-”
“Rafa, hey.” You held his face in both of your hands. “It’s okay. Honestly, I would’ve rather had a date with you than anyone else.”
At that, his face broke into an enormous smile. “Well, you should consider yourself lucky you have a second date with me then.”
You looked at him incredolously. “Woah, woah, woah there buddy,” you said while laughing. “If anything, you should consider yourself lucky.”
He shrugged and offered you his arm again. “Whatever you say, princesa.”
Grasping his arm and sliding yourself by his side you said, “Well just for tricking me, you owe me another date then.”
Rafinha chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek, lips lingering there. “I guess I do.”
Cassian walked into his kitchen/sex cave to find Mor and Azriel sweaty and naked on his table, Azriel’s chunky, sausage like fingers buried deep inside the blonde sex machine’s flower as she moaned atop him. With a growl Cassian tore off his shirt and climbed onto the table, yanking Mor up against him as their lightening like eroticism struck him. How dare they start without him, the studd of the illyrian War camps?