FORE WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEXUAL THEMES, RAPE, SELF HARM, AND VIOLENCE. PLEASE DON'T READ IF YOU ARE NOT MATURE ENOUGH TO HANDLE THESE SITUATIONS. IF YOU ARE READ ON!
This story was inspired by several youtube videos containing slash, and also the song MY CURSE by KILLSWITCH ENGAGE. The chapters will flip flop between "present time" and "past time" the past time is Seth telling his story, and reliving his memories. So as of now the relationship's are PRESENT TIME: Seth Rollins/ Dean Ambrose/ Roman Reigns, yes a threesome, and PAST TIME: Tyler Black (SETH ROLLINS)/ CM Punk (PHILLIP BROOKS) I hope this doesn't confuse anybody. Now read on, and leave me some feedback, because that is what inspires my fingers to write! XD
Chapter One
Present Time
The water ran over my body relaxing my tired, sore muscles when I felt a warm hand crawl up my back, and another one around my waist. I smiled and leaned into the touch, feeling lips on my neck and his hard cock pressing against my ass making me moan. I turned around in his arms, and bit my lip. His short blonde hair was already wet from the sweat from our match just minutes ago. Dean's lips connected with mine, and I fell even more for the man dubbed the Lunatic Fringe.
Later that night Dean, Roman and I laid together in the hotel room. We had just finished making love to each other. I laid there between Dean and Roman reveling in the ecstasy that was after sex. Roman playing with my hair, and Dean…. Well Dean was Dean, and although there were times where he showed he cared, and how much he loved me, the majority of the time he was just there. Dean was awkward and weird. Most people were afraid of him, he lived on the edge teetering between danger and safety. As for Roman, Roman was the best boyfriend a guy or woman could ask for. He always wanted to hold hands, and was always whispering sweet nothing in my ear, and kissing me. Dean would hold his arm loosely around my neck, and sneer at anyone who dared to look in my direction, and smacking my ass in public was also one of Dean's favorite things to do. Most often times those smacks from Dean hurt worse then being in the ring, but I didn't care I loved these men, and they loved me, and they were both mine. I had them both wrapped around my finger, it wasn't hard to do. I had this thing about me, I could have whoever I wanted, all I had to do was look at them, and they would follow. It wasn't my fault though. I'm a good looking guy, attractive, sincere, plus who doesn't love sex? I guess I should start from the beginning, right? Ok, I have to warm you though, it gets a little messy, but it isn't my fault. Like I said, I can't help that I'm so attractive.
Past
It all started right after I was signed to WWE, it had been my dream, and finally here I was standing with the big dogs now. I am a professional wrestler. I had to change up a few things first. I wanted people to recognize me, not that they could forget a face like mine, but my hair sure it was long, but that wasn't enough it was just plain ol' brown color. That night I bought some blonde hair dye, and died a streak of blonde through the right side of my hair, but just a small portion of it. People would definitely look at me now.
After a quick shower I threw on a pair of skinny jeans, since they showed off my ass perfectly, and a black tee and a jacket, threw on a pair of shoes and made my way to the arena to see if my boss had a match for me tonight. After arriving and walking through the back stage area, I had to admit, I was a little star struck at some of the big name faces I saw. I was almost at the office now, so close, I could see the door that read in big bold letters "CEO & COO" but I stopped, this man was gorgeous! Short dark hair, slicked back, a beard somewhat like my own, his chest and arms covered in tattoos. I had always been a quick thinker, it was one of my best assets, it's also how I keep things so interesting in the ring, and I wasn't about to let it go to waste right now. I turned in a circle, and scratched my head for a moment, looking as if I was lost. No one was really around, except for the staff in blue shirts, but they were busy putting things together, and what not. Mr. Slick must have noticed, because next thing I knew, "Are you looking for someone?" He asked. I gave him my best smile, "You could say that. This place is so big, I'm not really sure where to go." I said, keeping my smile on. "Who are you looking for?" Mr. Slick asked. I took the time while he was talking to inhale as deeply as I could without giving it away. He smelled really good, fresh out of the shower, and some type of cologne, he smelled good, no doubt about that. "I'm looking for Stephanie and Hunters office."
"Right over there." Mr. Slick said, pointing to the door I was originally headed to. I nodded trying to act shy, and thanked him. "I'm Tyler, by the way." I said extending my hand to him, I started to feel anxious, as he stared at my hand then at me for the longest time, and finally he took it. "People around here refer to me as CM Punk, or punk." "What about you're real name?" I asked. Punk smirked at me, and walked away. For once I was left speechless, what the hell? What was that supposed to mean?
I was nervous as I entered Hunters office, which he shared with his wife Stephanie McMohn. "Hello Tyler, it's good to see you here, and early too. We like to see that. Well how are you feeling?"
"I'm great thank you, really I couldn't be happier to be here. Do I have a match tonight?" I thought it best if I got right to the point of things. "Well no, not tonight, but you need to come up with a persona so you will be working with the staff here, and they will help you come up with a character for you, and they will also be writing you into the script." Hunter explained. "Until then just observe as much as you can, it's easier that way.
Hunter showed me out of his office, and told me I could just hang out around here for a while. I left, making sure I thanked Hunter, and made my way down the hallway, hoping to run into Punk again. I looked around, but could not find him.
A few hours later the show was ready to start, and people started filling the arena. I had done plenty of matches in front of a crowed, but never a crowed like this, there was thousands of people here tonight, and I felt my stomach tighten with nerves, and I didn't even have a match tonight. I decided I would take the time to get a work out in, and then I would catch the rest of the show later. The training room was fairly empty, and I took the opportunity to lift some weights. Hopefully that would get out all of this pent up energy I had stored up.
About two hours later, I finally had enough, and went to the shower area, and washed up quickly. I suddenly had an idea. Knowing full well that Punk most likely had a match tonight, I would do what I had to do to get him to notice me, which meant leaving my hair down after my shower. I knew my hair would be wild looking once it dried, but that just added to my sex appeal, and I smiled at my reflection. I put on some loose fitting sweats, and made sure that they sat low on my hips, and a tight shirt. I knew when and if I lifted my arms up, Punk would be able to get a glimpse of my body. Then suddenly I felt the need to change, my mind was in a whirling wind storm of what to wear, I could keep the shirt and put on some skinny jeans, keep this on, or change the whole outfit completely. No, the skinny jeans show off your ass, and your package. I smirked at myself and changed my pants to the skinny jeans, finding the tightest ones I had, and I was ready to go.
There were plenty of screening stations set up, there were groups of different wrestlers gathered together watching the screen, and I suddenly became interested in who was on. I made my way over to one of the screens, and sure enough Punk was on. He was talking the upcoming pay per view, and how he was going to take the championship weather he won it or not. His words, and his demeanor flushed through my body, and shot down to my most sensitive area. I suddenly felt really hot standing between the group of wrestlers, some of which I knew, and others I didn't, so I pried myself away from the screen, and started walking around.
That's when I bumped into Hunter and his wife, "Ah, there you are Tyler, I've been looking for you. Are you taking it all in?" Taken aback by the sudden run in, I gathered my thoughts with a nod, "Yeah, it's a lot to take in. I feel like I'm in a dream." We all shared a laugh, and after Hunter introduced me to the talent manager, a balding middle aged man, who looked to be in good shape, frameless glasses which sat at the tip of his nose as he seemed to be inspecting me. "This is John Frank; he's going to take you to his office so you and him can discuss a few things."
We sat down in John's office, It was the same size as Hunters office, a nice area rug covering half the floor, a large desk in the middle, pictures of WWE talent past and present. "Ok Mr. Black…." "You can call me Tyler." I interrupted, but quickly quieted myself to listen. "Ok, Tyler. First of all I want you to know that we try to always have a open line of communication between the staff and the talent, which would be you. My job is to help you create a character that would fit into this company. For the most part you can be yourself, or you can be someone completely different. Have you been thinking of a name you would like to go with, and a persona?"
"Yes I have. I want to stay true to who I am, so that's what I want to be."
"Fair enough, it also says here that you are into hardcore music, which shows in your previous entrances and in your hair, obviously, and in the style of your dress, which is fine, we can work that into your character just fine. Have you been thinking about a name you would like to use, or did you want to stay with your name?"
"I really like the name Seth." The night didn't seem to end, it was almost ten by the time we finished, and at the end of it I had the a new name, Seth Rollins. John said he would deliver the rest of the papers and information to the writers, and also discuss my debut date, but for now I could go enjoy the rest of the show. And that is exactly what I did. As I was headed back to the screening area, I took out my phone, and a headphone, turned on some music, and wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, because the next thing I knew I bumped into a solid hooded figure. "Shit!" I muttered, "I am so sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going." I looked up to see the one and only CM Punk standing there, holding my phone, which I had dropped after running into him. "It's fine, it happens." Punk said, as he handed me my phone back. "What were you listening to that was so interesting you couldn't look where you were going." I was stunned for a moment, and tried to think what I was listening to. "Killswitch Engage, My Curse." Suddenly my throat dried, how ironic, I thought, such a perfect song, this man would be my curse. Punk smirked, and walked away, leaving me speechless.
