I own NO ONE depicted in these fics I've written about them. Vince McMahon, WWFE, and themselves do. I am not endorsed by any of the above mentioned, nor do I receive any money for writing them. I'm pretty sure, in fact, that if they even knew what I wish they did with themselves they would flog me with various forms of pasta until I slipped into a coma. Which doesn't seem so bad, now that I think about it...
Also, I have a few RULES that I request that you abide by.
1.) Please do not take any of the fics off of here to host on another site without permission. My soul is poured into them, and I really do not wish the besmirching of my soul to take place ever. I have no problem with other people hosting my fics, in fact I'm very flattered by it, but there is no need for wanton theivery.
2.) Please do not not take any of the graphics from here and claim them as your own. I do not mind sharing, however my graphics are pretty unique, and countless hours have gone into their making. All Support Slash banners were made by myself, and Raquel made all of my site banners. Again, no besmirching need take place. All you have to do is ask, and give credit where credit is due. If you wish to link to my site, let me know and please use one of the banners that say The Shades of Blue, and link back to the page you arrived here through. All is pain and besmirchment free if done this way.
3.) Do not take anything written herein as Gospel truth, for as I said before, I do not associate with anyone I may feel the need to write about. All of the words contained within are the sole product of an overactive and twisted imagination, an obsessive inspiration from music, and entirely too damn much free time. No besmirchment intended to the subjects of my sick little brain.
4.) Please do not flame me. If you have a constructive problem with something I've written and wish to discuss it like rational adults, I'm more than willing to accomidate. If you think it just plain sucks illegitimate three legged donkey dick, fine. Think all to yourself, and besmirch me in private.
5.) You agree that by entering this site, you are fully aware of the contents of it. If you feel besmirched by anything you see or read, that is your responsibility, not mine. I am not forcing you to read anything I write, nor am I expecting you to like it.
6.) Last, but certainly not least, do not mock me for my overusage of the word besmirch and all variations thereof. I am simply easily amused, and that word tickles my insides to no ends.
And now, Sunshine, that you've gone through all the legalese, and are old enough/want the dirty stuff/said okay to the nonbesmirchment/don't care that I'm a fruit loop who more than likely holds hour long conversations with my wardrobe, please click HERE to enter.
