With the Money in the Bank Pay Per View coming in just a few days, all of the members of the WWE Main Roster were running rampant. There were various title matches to take place this Sunday, as well as two Money in the Bank ladder matches, where the two winners will be ensured a World Title, or WWE Title reign. The excitement was through the roof in the Smackdown locker room, where seven young superstars were chosen to compete.
After filming a backstage segment on Monday Night Raw, tensions were high within the group of participants in the Smackdown Money in the Bank match. Things got physical after Wade Barrett punched Fandango square in the jaw. Fandango was being treated by a doctor after the segment with Summer Rae by his side when Wade entered the doctor's room. "That punch was only the beginning of what I'll do to you if you get in my way on Sunday, or anytime before then."
"Well, nothing seems to be broken." The doctor said in a reassuring tone. "You'll be fine to compete this Sunday." Fandango reached forward and placed his hand on the doctor's arm. "I appreciate you...checking me out, doctor." Fandango sighed out. With that, he and Summer exited the doctor's room. "What do you think he meant by that?" Summer asked, concerned.
"Who?"
"Barrett! I'm afraid he's up to something." Summer replied.
"Don't worry about me. You're going to be gone the rest of the week anyway for NXT tapings. You won't be back until Sunday. A lot can happen from now until then, but I can handle myself." Fandango stated confidently. "I'll handle Wadey tomorrow at the Smackdown tapings. He'll regret what he did to me. It's going to be the biggest mistake he could possibly make..." Fandango did his signature pose before rubbing his hands along his defined abs and broad chest. "Come on, Summer. Let's get going."
***The Next Day, at the Smackdown Taping***
At the Smackdown Taping the following day, Fandango successfully defeated Wade Barrett in one-on-one action, with the help of a distraction from Rhodes Scholars and the Real Americans. Fandango knew that defeating Barrett would only increase his hatred for him. Wade was going to get Fandango good, whether Wade liked it or not.
As the rest of the show continued on, and eventually came to a close, about an hour had passed since Fandango's match with Wade, and nothing had happened yet! Fandango wasn't even sure if Wade was backstage or not. Now that the show was over, the various superstars and divas began to pack their things and head to the nearby hotel. As Fandango prepared to do the same, he found a note in his gymbag.
Meet me in the ring in 15. Make sure no one sees you.
'This is weird..' Fandango thought. "Mmm...I already can tell where this is going..."
Once he was sure everyone was gone, Fandango left the locker room, leaving his gymbag there in the process. Still dressed in his colorful, tight pants and wrestling boots, Fandango entered the curtain, taking note of the completely vacant arena. He saw that the ring was still set up, along with the announcers' table and timekeeper's area. As he made his way down the ramp, he began shaking his ass and gyrating his hips, as if the arena was full with screaming fans again. Fandango's fun was quickly interrupted by an elbow hitting him in the back of his head.
"I told you not to mess with me." Wade Barrett muttered through gritted teeth. "Did you not think I would notice your hands all over me in our match?"
Fandango didn't respond. He was too busy trying to recover from that painful elbow he received from Barrett. "Since the production crew doesn't come back to take the ring down for a few hours, I'm gonna fuck you like I know you want me to." Barrett said, allowing his beautiful British accent to shine through as he grabbed Fandango by the hair with one hand, and the waistband of his pants with the other. After pulling him to his feet, Wade roughly pushed Fandango into the ring, as if they were recreating their match from earlier that night.
Fandango quickly jumped up, smirking. "How did you know I wanted you to fuck me, Wadey...?" He breathed out. He took a step forward to the former Intercontinental Champion, placing his hands on both pecs of Wade's broad chest.
"I'm not stupid, Fan-dumbass" Wade replied, laughing. He grabbed Fandango by the waistband of his pants and pulled him in even closer. "You're a lot more obvious than you think. Now take your fucking clothes off, and when you're through, show me a little dance."
"Very well..." Fandango pulled away from Wade and turned his back to the Brit. He slowly began to peel the sparkly rainbow-colored pants down his nice legs, seductively moaning out as he revealed his tanned ass to Wade.
"Of course you're not wearing anything under those pants. Such a little whore." Wade said, licking his lips.
After kicking his boots off, and stepping out of his pants, he turned back to face Wade, and instantly lunged forward, pushing the Englishman into the nearest turnbuckle. Fandango once again turned his back to Wade and began grinding his rounded ass against Wade's growing bulge.
"Mmmm..." Wade moaned out. He placed his hands on Fandango's hips, watching the man in front of him expertly move his body. "Damn, you're not a horrible dancer after all." Wade breathed out as he felt Fandango's incredibly tanned, pert ass grind against his growing erection. After a few minutes, Wade was hard as a rock, and Fandango continued to tease. He was having too much fun with this.
"Someone'ss...getting hard..." Fandango moaned out, loving the feeling of Wade's throbbing cock against his ass.
"How about you do something about it?!" The Englishman spun the Dancing superstar around and roughly shoved him down to his knees. "Take my trunks off." As he watched Fandango reach for the waistband of his bright red trunks, Wade slapped his hands away. "I wasn't done, you slut. Take my trunks off, with your teeth."
Fandango didn't hesitate to oblige. He was loving how dominant Wade was both in the ring and out. Still on his knees, he leaned forward and bit down on the waistband of Wade's trunks, right above Wade's visible bulge. Fandango slowly began to tug on the waistband with his teeth, trying his hardest to pull the trunks down. As he was making some progress, Fandango couldn't help but notice the strong smell of the Englishman's sweat. Apparently Wade didn't bother to take a shower after their match. This only encouraged Fandango to strip Wade naked as fast as he could. After a few more minutes of tugging, the dancer finally tugged the bright red trunks past Wade's impressively strong thighs and down to his ankles, allowing Wade to step out of the trunks. Fandango then unzipped each of the Englishman's boots and pulled them off of his feet. With Wade completely naked, he was ready to receive his reward.
"Good job, mate." Wade congratulated the dancer on his hard work with a firm slap across his face. He then grabbed his throbbing 9 inch cock and slapped Fandango across the face with it. "Suck it, bitch."
Fandango did as he was told and slipped the throbbing cock into his mouth. He looked up just in time to see Wade throw his head back in pleasure, obviously impressed with Fandango's skills.
"Fuck yeah!" Wade shouted. "Atta boy! Suck that dick!"
"Mmm..." Fandango looked back at Wade, smiling hard despite the huge cock shoved in his mouth. Turning his attention back to the throbbing 9 incher, he slowly pushed down lower and lower, feeling the hard cock being pushed down his throat. Once he reached the base of the Englishman's cock, and could feel the trimmed pubes brush against his nose, he stayed locked like this for a while, wanting to show off his oral skills to the former Intercontinental Champion.
"Fuck! You're so fucking good at sucking dick. Not that I'm surprised." Wade said in-between moans. Fandango continued to deepthroat Barrett's cock, emitting moans from Wade every time. After a few minutes of this, Wade started to feel his load building. He was going to erupt any moment. So he grabbed Fandango by his hair and tugged his off of his dick. "Shit! I was about to cum!"
"Just what I wanted." Fandango replied with a smirk.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to cum right down yer slutty little throat?" Wade stated, stroking his massive cock as he spoke.
"That sounds soooooo satisfying..." The dancer replied, licking his lips.
"Well, you're gonna have to wait for that dream to come true, mate." Barrett turned his back to Fandango and began to slowly bend over, exposing his firm, pert ass.
"Ooooooh... Who knew you were the submissive type, Wadey?" Fandango breathed out.
"I'm not." Wade replied quickly and sternly. "I just like getting my ass licked, which is what I suggest you should be doing right now. I'm not bending over for shits and giggles."
"A mannn that knows what he wantsss. I like that." The dancer hissed. "Let me get myself in character for this first.." Fandango took a few steps back to marvel at what was standing before him. Wade Barrett, probably the manliest, most rugged man in all of the WWE, completely bent over the second turnbuckle of the ring, wanting his ass licked. This was by far the craziest moment Fandango had experienced in his tenure in the WWE by far. And there were crazy things happening every day. This had to take the cake.
Fandango walked back over to Barrett, who was still bent over, and was now groping his own ass, causing light pink handprints to show on his ass cheeks, which eventually faded away. Fandango took his position on his knees, about an inch away from the Englishman's inviting ass. After groping Wade's ass for his own benefit, the dancer parted the soft cheeks, exposing a tight, bright pink hole. "Wow Wadey... You have an amazing asssss..."
"Just eat my ass, mate."
There was no response coming from the seductively alluring superstar. Instead, Fandango dove his face right into Barrett's ass, instantly darting his tongue against the Englishman's tight ring. The masculine cries and grunts coming from Barrett only encouraged Fandango to plunge deeper inside the Brit's amazing ass.
"Fuck yeah!" Wade shouted out, loving how great Fandango's tongue felt inside him.
As Fandango continued to expertly rim Barrett's hole, his hands never stopped squeezing and groping the Brit's pert ass. After about 10 minutes of this, Fandango stopped, and began running a single finger along Barrett's ass crack, brushing against his tight hole in the process.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Wade's emotion went from complete bliss to stern anger almost instantly.
"Just trying to open you up, Wadey... You're so tense..." Fandango replied, still softly brushing Wade's hole with his finger.
"If that finger goes in me, don't expect anything to go in you." Wade stated.
There was no response. With Wade still bent over, he couldn't see Fandango reach for his wrestling pants. He dug in his pockets before pulling out two pairs of handcuffs. He quietly returned to the corner of the ring where Wade was bent over. All of a sudden, Fandango roughly grabbed Wade's wrists and slapped one end of each pair of handcuffs to each wrist. He then slapped the other ends of the handcuffs to the top rope on either side of the turnbuckle. Fandango then grabbed Wade by the hair, snapping his head back. "I had a feeling you were going to be like this, Wadey... So I brought some reinforcementss... You think I was going to show up tonight without anything up my sleeve after you punched the shit out of me in that segment on Monday night?!" Fandango whispered in Wade's ear, his emotion just as stern.
"Now you have nowhere to gooo... And this ass... Is mine for the night." With that, Fandango spat in his hand and stroked his thick 7 inch cock before roughly ramming it deep inside Wade's unsuspecting hole.
"HOLY SHIT!" Wade screamed at the intrusion. He tried to pull away from the now dominant dancer, but being handcuffed to the top rope wasn't doing him any favors. There was no use. Fandango had him right where he wanted him. And there was nothing he could do about it.
"You fucking like that?!" Fandango shouted out. Judging by how insanely tight Wade was, he could tell the Englishman wasn't used to having anything inside him. This was too perfect. Fandango began to pull his cock out of Wade's tight ring before thrusting hard back inside the Brit. Wade continued to moan, his deep, masculine groans filling the arena. Fandango continued to thrust deep inside the Englishman's tight ass, as the sounds of his hips slapping against Wade's ass filled the arena along with Wade's moans.
Eventually Wade's screams of pain faded into screams of pleasure. "Uhhhh...Fuck me...Fuck me, Mate...Fuck!" Wade screamed.
"You fucking like this hard cock up your tight ass?!"
"Fuck yeah!" Wade shouted back.
Fandango reached forward and wrapped his arms around Wade's neck, causing him to thrust deeper inside the Englishman. "Oh yeah...Wadey..." Fandango flexed his biceps, tightening his grip around Wade's neck. "You fucking like it when I choke you out?!" "Huh?! You fucking like that?!"
"Fuck! Fuck yeah! Feels so fucking good, mate! Fuck me!" Wade shouted back.
Fandango began to increase his pace, thrusting faster and deeper inside Wade. He released the Brit from his chokehold and placed his hands back on Wade's hips. He could feel his load boiling inside him. He needed release. "I'm gonna cum!" The dancing superstar shouted.
Wade didn't respond, he was too busy breathing heavily.
"FUCK!" After a few more deep thrusts, Fandango pulled his throbbing cock out of the Englishman and instantly shooting 6 thick shots of pearly white cum all over Wade's ass and back. He took a step back to marvel at his masterpiece as he quickly slipped back into his pants and wrestling boots. He loved how his cum almost completely coated Wade's ass, and how it started to ooze down his legs. Fandango quietly rolled out of the ring and began to make his way up the ramp.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?! Aren't you going to take care of something?" Wade shouted, looking down at his still throbbing 9 inch cock. "And these fucking handcuffs! LET ME OUT!"
"I'll let the road guys handle the handcuffs when they take the ring down, and they can handle your cock too, but that's up to them, Wadey..." Fandango smirked.
"Oh, don't forget to tell Ziggler and Del Rio I said hello when they stop by to practice for their match. I'm sure they'll be surprised to see you. And don't worry about your cock. I'll take care of that next time. Because there's always a next time when you're fucking with FAAAN-DAAAHNN-GOOOOO" With that, the dancing superstar strutted up the ramp to the backstage area, collected his belongings, and made his way back to the nearby hotel. He swore he could still hear Wade screaming from the arena as he made it to the parking lot. Once he was back at his hotel room. He slept content, thinking about his next encounter with Wade Barrett that will soon happen.
