Total Superstars: Chapter 1
Welcome to the follow-up/sequel to When Raw Wraps! Featuring the same mix of pairings, comedy, petty drama, smut and the all-around fun that takes place when the cameras are off. The reality show you all wish was real!
Like the E! Divas namesake, I'm going to do a 'previously' recap for fun!
As we head into Wrestlemania weekend...
PREVIOUSLY, ON TOTAL SUPERSTARS (WHEN RAW WRAPS)
- The Three Amigos (Sami Zayn, Cody Rhodes/Stardust and Finn Balor) took a level in jerkass, intimidating Sheamus and Neville whilst becoming official FWBs, and generally cemented their status as Queen Bees of WWE.
- Dean Ambrose gave into his lust for Roman Reigns.
- Sheamus and Finn hook up after Raw. Wade Barrett, Finn's fiancé has no idea of his Irish husband-to-be's constant philandering behind his back. Sheamus is still in a relationship with recovering, on-the-shelf Cesaro.
-Dean and Cody's once-strong friendship has soured permanently over Dean's jealousy of Cody's closeness to Finn.
25 March 2016, Brooklyn, NY, Raw
In a hotel in perhaps the smarkiest city on the non-stop WWE juggernaut, two men were unleashing some post-gym, pre-show testosterone.
Their workout clothes discarded, their sweaty, lean bodies writhing and smashing together in wanton lust.
They may have only been friends with benefits, but it didn't stop the sex from being fucking hot.
"Oh fuck! FUCK ME!" the bottom, a jacked, lean and pretty ravenette, cried in satisfaction, long, gender-defying smooth legs bent as he lay on his back getting truly ravished.
"Like that? Need it?" hissed the top, a pale-skinned redhead, slapping the bottom's ass.
"Yeah..." whimpered the ravenette. He reached and pulled the red haired man to him and fierecely kissed him.
Sami Zayn and Cody Rhodes AKA Stardust. Two of the notorious 'Three Amigos'. The head cheerleaders of WWE who ruled over the roster with kendo sticks of iron complete with heavy dose of acid-tongued put downs. And they also happened to be friends with benefits. Sami's call-up to the main roster had meant that they could explore one another more, with the agreement (somewhat reluctantly of self-professed 'best bottom in WWE' Cody) that they switched roles every time they fucked as both were versatile but preferred bottoming far more. Especially Cody.
And although Third Amigo, Finn Balor, possibly the most polarising talent in the entire company was still down in NXT, he was also sleeping with both his best friends...behind his fiancé's back.
It was a hot mess and none of these fabulous queens would have it any other way. Making their friendship physical only served to strengthen the unbreakable bond they had with each other and there was no jealousy or preferential treatment (apart from the fact Finn point-blank refused to top, and Cody and Sami accepted it as Finn had the nastiest streak of them all).
Sami pulled out of Cody.
"Turn around, wanna hit it from the back," he hissed, "Love your ass Codes.."
Cody eagerly rolled over, face down, booty up. Letting Sami feast on him. He was in an open marriage. And was in an unofficial, mostly-committed relationship with Arrow actor Stephen Amell. Polyamory was the best thing EVER. Especially when your best friends were Sami Zayn and Finn Balor, both Grade A hotties.
"I love your dick Sami.." moaned Cody, leaning up as Sami slowly entered him once more, "Ohhh YEAH.."
Sami was a relative newcomer to versatility in the bedroom. But he was enjoying it so much. He continued to fuck Cody's brains out, enjoying the old twink's screams. Cody may be 30. But he was still a twink to 32-year-old Sami. He certainly behaved like one and those fucking LEGS. Only Finn could take a cock better.
Cody wasn't even mad that his Wrestlemania match with Stephen Amell had been shelved. Not when he could wrestle Sami in the 6-way ladder for the Intercontinental title. Bit of cheeky touching up in front of 80,000 fans? YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.
Sami slapped Cody's bubble butt as he contined to pound. Fuck yes. And being vers had made Sami a better bottom. Plus Cody's dick...talk about 'hung bottom'.
"Fuck...sorry Codes..." he panted, feeling his body tingle and the unavoidable boiling sensation within his abdomen. Cody was just that fucking sexy.
"Oh please load me up you ginger STUD..." moaned Cody, gripping the bedclothes tight, "Keep fucking me, please...ohmygosh YES...fuck you're SO GOOD...fuck YES..."
"Ohh fuck...oh...fuck..." Sami moaned, unable to stop himself, "Gonna..."
He cried out a stream of garbled Arabic as he went thundering over the edge, driving deep into Cody's ass and exploding within. Yes the Amigos all fucked each other bareback. Felt even better.
Cody moaned with sluttish joy as he felt the warmth flood his insides. Oh yes. Nothing like being cum inside. He, Sami and Finn all got AIDS-tested regularly and all knew their statuses.
He leaned up to thank Sami with kisses.
Sami was still hard. So he continued to fuck Cody, reaching around to jerk the base of the ravenette's thick, long cock. He was so hung. He made Sami and Finn scream. No wonder they were so crazy about him.
"Oh yeah...gonna..." whimpered Cody.
Sami held him up so he could watch the hot Georgian climax...oh yes...good boy...Cody's scream split the air as he convulsed and sprayed the bed with copious amounts of white. Cody's reputation as a heavy shooter was legendary.
Gasping and spent, Cody leaned against Sami, turning to him for a kiss.
GIggling, Sami kissed those soft lips.
"You're so hot," he whispered.
"So are you Sami," whimpered Cody, "Man..."
"Feel better?" grinned the redhead, slapping Cody's smooth ass cheek.
"Much better thanks," Cody replied, "Ooops...that was quite a load wasn't it? Hehehe."
"You had a lot of build up, probably down all that shit booking you get," Sami remarked, "Sorry I'm going soft..gonna have to pull out."
"All good things have to come to an end," pouted Cody as Sami pulled out and lay on the bed.
Cody clumsily collapsed beside him. Jelly legs. Sign of a damn good fucking. Oh yes. He felt much better. He seemed to be horny all the time. And irritable. The fever-pitch of the run up to Wrestlemania always affected him this way, he observed.
"Cuddle," he mewled, melting up to Sami who took his hand and snuggled him, "I'm so happy you got called up. Now your ex is out the way...hehehe."
"Behave," giggled Sami, "Can't deny I'd outgrown NXT. Still, can';t wait to work Nakamura on Friday."
"I will be in the front row to watch you and FInny slay us all hard and show us all what real wrestling is," Cody said, "Seriously, you and he should be a class of your own."
"Flattery will get you everywhere cutie," Sami purred. He took in the sight of their muscular, nude bodies, Cody's feminine tanned pins, (shaved on a militantly regular basis) intertwining with his own paler, slim, furry ones.
"I don't flatter. I'm being observational," Cody grinned, "I really don't want to move."
"Me neither," sighed Sami, "You and Fergal have been the best things to happen to me. I love this deal we have."
"Means there's always one way of getting some dick," Cody grinned, "Wonder if Finny's in town?"
"Oh he'll be here. Miz and Rat Skank will be in heaven, just like in Chicago, Philly and any of the other smark towns," Sami snarked, "Fergal will keep their wings clipped."
"I think he must have rode Triple H's dick," Cody admitted, "He won't confirm or deny. And Triple H lets him get away with shit even we couldn't get away with."
"I got him signed," Sami reminded him, "I told Regal that he was winding down in Japan and well, rest is history. You know about him and Brookside."
"Yeah," Cody said.
Pillow talk for the Amigos always ended up with secrets being revealed about each other, usually shameful/controversial past conquests.
And then idle touching...which often ended up in round two of sex if there was time! They were all in their 30s which meant, they had to live up to the supposed research showing men in their 30s got more sex than any other age group!
And right now, Cody's delicate fingers were idly touching Sami's soft cock. He could be tactile in bed even post-coital. If the top didn't fall asleep. Or it wasn't NSA.
"I'm still willing to bet that Finny has. His legs never seem to close and I thought I was bad," Cody said.
"Fergal is a huge slut, yes. But a slut with taste. They have to be a certain standard to get dat ass," grinned Sami.
"I think we should get him drunk and make him spill it. Mainly cos Hunter's daddy buzz cut is life and watching him kick ten tonnes of crap out of Reigns makes my bussy twitch," Cody smirked.
"I can't deny he began to appeal to me the day he shaved his metalhead hair," Sami replied, "Ben was the first guy with long hair I ever dated. But we're not gonna talk about him."
"You brought him up sweetie," Cody teased.
"You like older men," Sami said, "I know I'm only one year older..."
"Can't remember the last dick I had that was younger, perhaps that banker I rode in London a couple of years ago," Cody shrugged, "I get off on Daddy/Boy play. Not such a boy anymore now I'm 30."
Le Sad Faic.
"Awww," Sami stroked his cheek, "You've certainly kept your looks. Maybe it's time to stop the cigs and cigars."
"No," Cody shook his head, "Never."
"I bet you could have Daddies eating out the palm of your hand in your rookie years," Sami said, "I thought you were the most fuckable thing in WWE when you debuted. Even though you were obviously bottom."
"What gave it away?" sassed Cody.
"I dunno, your ass, your skinny legs, your sass?" Sami said, "I used to whack off imagining you and Bob Holly. It was like a softcore porno of Daddies and Bois."
"What if," Cody grinned, "I told you Bob and I used to fuck regularly. Between going out and snaring a trick with my scumbag ex when we were just best friends, obvs. But yep. Bob was still a jerk-ass but man could he fuck. And yes. I called him Daddy. He liked me to serve his...every...need. I was his dominated love slave. He wouldn't work a single match without shooting a load down my throat before making our entrance."
"I KNEW IT!" Sami squealed, "And you win even more points with your obscure Green Day reference. Damn I miss being thrown around by a big manly stud."
"So why haven't you gone back to Fandango?" Cody teased, idly jerking him.
"He was good for a few fucks to spite Sheamus," Sami shrugged, "I've had better dick. He likes to think he's this amazing stud. He just talks a good game. You're a better top and you don't even like doing it...ohhh fuck Codes you can please any man with your touch..fuck.."
"Why do you think everyone wants a piece of me," sassed Cody, running his tongue around his lips, "My theory as to why Woods still bears a grudge against me since High School is cos he wanted me and won't admit it."
"He's not even gay.." Sami said.
"I've had so-called straight men before hun," Cody shrugged, continuing to jerk, "Wow Sami, you're thirsty for it today aren;t you?"
He leaned over and began to suck Sami off.
"I'd *MOAN*...quite like my pussy fucked.."
"Soz queen," Cody whispered between adminstering oral service to Sami's hardon, "I'm still recuperating from the mind blowing orgasm you gave me just now."
"Get my fucking dildo then you tease!"
"What's the magic word girl?"
"Please...Coddles."
"OK!" chirped Cody, crawling across Sami's legs to fumble in the redhead's bag, showing off dat ass. He found Sami's preferred sex toy, a small matt black vibrator, made for men, not a woman's toy. Finn had also one when it was his 'turn to top' so he could pleasure Cody and Sami without having to demean himself to topping either of their thirsty arses. Cody turned it on and slowly inserted into the redhead, whose long legs opened and kneeled up.
"OHHHH YEAH!" groaned Sami, "Just let it do its work...oh fuck that feels SO good!"
The vibrating toy was stimulating Sami's prostate and because Cody was also now jerking the base of his twitching, throbbing cock...oh fuck he was not going to last.
"Cum for me Sami," purred Cody, "Come on cutie. I can feel some tension.."
Sami just moaned and made a kiss-kiss sound.
Cody gently but manfully devoured his lips whilst continuing to please the redhead, enjoying his moans filling the room. Yes Sami, good man Sami...you clearly needed some more light relief.
"Oh GOD...Codes...fuck...don't stop now...gonna...AHHHHHH! OH FUCK!"
Sami convulsed wildly as white sprayed his toned pale furry abs...the second one was always more intense but he was amazed at how copiously he was exploding...fuck!
Wow.
Cody turned off the vibrator as Sami basked in the glow once more, his long legs now splayed out, the feeling in them temporarily absent.
"Someone was backed up," Cody commented.
"Have been since coming on the road. You;ve been SUCH a help," panted Sami.
"Wasn't the post Roadblock sex the hottest?" Cody said.
"I almost blew it in the ring wrestling you!"
"So did I hun."
"Cody I really like you, y'know."
"I like you too...Rami."
"Kiss me."
Cody did so.
"Selfie time," he said, reaching for his phone. Making sure to get their obvious nudity and other evidence of sex in shot. He took it and sent it to Finn.
Finn Balor was on all fours, arse up. Only the man pounding him was not Wade Barrett, his fiance.
And neither was it either of his fellow Amigos.
In fact, it was his fiance's best friend and fellow League Of Nations member, Sheamus.
Chicago was not the last time Sheamus and Finn got busy. After the initial panic of the condom breaking, both men had gotten the all-clear from private HIV tests and then Sheamus couldn't resist another go on this hot fellow Dubliner. The fact that it was his best mate's fella, only turned him on even more. All morals went out the window the moment he got this small but perfectly-formed Gaelic Adonis in his bed. And FInn was just such an amazing fuck.
"Oh Stephen," Finn whimpered, "You fuck me SO GOOD!"
"Ssssh..." hissed Sheamus, hoping he wouldn't have to use force to quieten the little minx. Finn did like to take risks. Last week he made Sheamus bang him in the car park at Raw. Right round the corner for the doorway Roman Reigns had entered to give Triple H a kicking in that backstage segment. They'd so nearly been caught.
But Sheamus knew Wade would find them out eventually. He just kept pushing that thought to the back of his mind whenever he had a chance to stick his cock into the horny little NXT Champion.
He pulled Finn's pretty, flushed faced around to kiss him hungrily.
"You're fucking amazing," Finn mewed, "Oh STEPHEN!"
"SHUT UP!" Sheamus spanked him hard.
Finn gave him a nasty grin as he moaned extra loud. The hormones were making him WANT his fiance to hear him cheating. He was SUCH a bitch. Did he care? Nope. Not when it meant getting dick like this on the side. He had Cody, Sami and Sheamus all at his fingertips. He was one happy wee slut right now.
"Give me something to shut me up then man," he hissed, flopping down on his front, before looking back up at Sheamus, "Fuck me through this bed."
"You asked for it," hissed Sheamus, but he grinned. He had to admit, being naughty was fun. He began to pound Finn hard and fast, enjoying the screams now emanating into the duvet. He grabbed the top of the NXT Champion's skinfaded brown hair and pulled hard.
"OWW!" Finn cried.
It hurt SO GOOD.
He snapped his hips to urge Sheamus on. If Sheamus wasn't prepared to fuck him, he was gonna fuck himself on Sheamus.
"Gonna cum in yer arse..." snarled Sheamus.
"Oh PLEASE DO!"
Sheamus pulled out.
"OI!" roared Finn fiercely.
"On your back and spread 'em."
Finn did as he was told, smooth, muscular legs apart and grabbed his arse cheeks to expose his pink, raw abused opening.
Sheamus peeled off the condom he was wearing.
"Stephen?" Finn raised an eyebrow.
Despite the all-clear, they'd still fucked safe since.
"You want it doncha?" Sheamus kneeled between Finn's legs, resting them on his shoulders.
"But Stephen, do you?"
"I want to fucking shoot deep in ya. Little SLUT."
Finn grinned. OH YAAAAS. He didn't have to tell Sami and Cody about this...hehehe. Naughty. Maybe it was time to start taking PrEP. But then wellness tests...damn.
"Give me your babies then stud," Finn pulled Sheamus to him as the bigger Irishman entered him, biting the redhaired man's lip before kissing him ferociously.
Sheamus resumed the pounding, pinning Finn to the bed by his shoulders, overpowering him and letting his beefy hips do the work. Finn was in HEAVEN. Who knew cheating would be so fucking GOOD?!
Especially as Sheamus was smashing his G-spot so good he was so close to climaxing...dangerously close...Sheamus was nearly there too...Finn was just so hot.
Sheamus drove in, urging his climax out...yes yes...take it you little whore...take it...
"AHHH! AHHH! OH GOD...GONNA.." Finn just screamed shamelessly as his whole body shook, spraying his sweat-sheened, ripped abs with a much-needed release before suddenly being drowned out by a fierce bellow as his fellow Irishman drove deep inside him, spraying his insides white.
"Ahhh...oh God yes...fill me up god damn you.." Finn hissed, red and coated in sweat. What a workout. They'd been at it, edging, for close to an hour. He ached like hell.
Sheamus pulled out and collapsed next to him.
"Oh fucking hell.." he panted, "I'm knackered."
"You're fantastic," Finn leaned over to kiss him.
"You're a hussy," Sheamus grunted lazily.
"And? You knew what you signed up for," Finn replied, idly playing with Sheamus' softening cock.
Sheamus slapped the mischeivous hand away.
"Sensitive?" giggled Finn, reaching for a towel to wipe between his legs.
"Just a bit. You do realise Stuey's on the same floor?"
"I made him pick the room."
"You're a devil aren't you?" Sheamus sniggered in spite of his conscience pricking him.
"Devil Devitt, The Demon. Duh?" Finn sassed, "I didn't just invent the Finn Balor persona for fun you know."
"We're gonna have to stop soon," Sheamus said, "Claude's due back next month."
"Oh. Him."
"Not like you're going short of cock you wee slapper!" snorted Sheamus, "You're also fucking Zayn and Rhodes! And my best mate. You can do without me."
"Your best mate is so basic in bed. You're so much better. You know how to fuck."
"Why don't you put him out his misery?" retorted Sheamus, "At least then you'll be free to fuck whomever you like."
"It's more fun when they don't know," Finn sucked his thumb, "Ooh WhatsApp from the boys."
He picked up his phone.
Mmmmmmm. Cody and Sami clearly fucked.
He tapped a response.
Who topped? *devil emoji* *wink emoji*
Rami Sebei replied:
I did the honours *aubergine emoji* then Codes used the vibrator on me to make me shoot again *water drop emojis*
Cody Runnels replied:
Looked like he needed it *wink emoji* So where's your pretty ass hiding kwen?
Fergal Devitt wrote:
In Sheamus' hotel room ;) I can't move RN. Tantric fucking. 4 positions. One Irish load in the bussy *water drop emojis* *2 Irish flag emojis*.
SHeamus was reading over the minx's shoulder.
"Do you document your sex life all the time?" he scoffed.
"Yep. Amigos tell each other every last detail," Finn said, "Pose for a selfie with me."
"No. Bad enough you TOLD them," Sheamus complained.
"The boys won't tell. Because then I'd have to get both of them fired," Finn shrugged.
What? Even his best friends were dispensable if it meant saving his career?
He took a photo...between his legs (Sheamus was grossed out) before taking one from above to get both their naked bodies into shot.
"You're disgusting," Sheamus shook his head.
"You knew what you signed up for," Finn hit back, sending the pictures.
Cody placed his phone back on the bedside table for more naked cuddles. Mmmm. Hehehe.
"I wish Fergal would stop fucking Sheamus," Sami remarked.
"Me too. I just think it won't end well for him," Cody replied, "And he's let Sheamus bareback him."
"In that case, we wrap it. If he doesn't like it, tough," Sami suggested.
"Good plan," Cody said, pecking him on the cheek, "He'll have to stop bouncing on home turf dick once Cesaro comes back."
"As if that'll deter Fergal?! He'll probably persuade them both to DP or spitroast him!" snorted Sami, "He might have gotten you to bully Claudio but he was as thirsty for him as I was. He was jealous as fuck when he found out about our little fling."
"So Finny's wanted Cesaro's D all along, hmmmm?" Cody rubbed his chin cutely, "Thank for this tea Sami."
"Just don't use it against him for God's sake. Can I tell you something while it's just us?" Sami asked, "I actually prefer fucking you to Fergal. I think it's because you're more my height and closer in age. No shade on Fergal..."
"And plus we're main roster players," Cody said, "I like you Sami."
"I like you too."
More kisses.
"Actually," Sami gave him a wicked grin, "It's because I know that if I fuck you I get your dick afterwards."
"Good work is always rewarded," Cody smirked.
A knock sounded on the door.
"I bet it's Eden," Sami said, "Er...hello?"
"Open up boys!" came an Irish trill.
"Speak of the demon," Cody grinned.
"Just a minute Fergal," Sami said, getting to his feet and shameleslly padding naked to open the door.
And in sashayed Queen Finn himself, in just some blue, black and white CR7 briefs. Looking as hot as ever. Freshly showered and generally feeling exhilirated and cheeky.
"HI!" he trilled, bouncing onto the bed and onto Cody.
"Hi Finny, mind your bony limbs, I'm tender," pouted Cody, cuddling and kissing him as Sami returned to the bed.
"I can smell Sami on you," Finn giggled before leaping onto the redhead, "Hey you."
"Hey trouble," Sami replied, nuzzling the little cutie, "How was Sheamus?"
"Can;'t believe he could go for an hour," sighed Finn, nestling between his favourite boys in the world. Yay for three-way snuggles!
"Probably cos you made him?" Sami scoffed.
"Well..." Finn smiled, "So I hear they scrapped the Amell match. I need to go have a wee word with Trips cos that just is NOT on."
"Finny," Cody said, "It;'s fine. Not that I don't appreciate it..."
"You need a Wrestlemania singles match," Finn scowled.
"I'm happy if it means I get to play with Sami in a title scramble," Cody shrugged, "Even more when it's a ladder. Finny, stop touching."
"Soz," grinned Finn, "When you're in between two naked hunks it's only natural for a boy's hands to wander."
He reached over to touch Sami up. The redhead slapped his hand away.
"I'm spent," Sami said, climbing off the bed to slip on his jockstrap. Dat ASS. The Irishman and Georgian both shamelessly checked out the pale bubble butt, "You gonna try and talk to Dean again later Coddles?"
Finn rolled his eyes.
"Really?" he raised his eyebrow like a true shady queen, "You're seriously gonna try and make fetch happen with that mess?"
"We were close at one point," Cody climbed off the bed too as Finn's hand was subtly stroking his thigh and getting closer to his cock again, "I can't make you like him Finny. I feel bad about throwing him under a bus in Chicago."
"You don't need him sweets, you have us," Finn said, "We're all you need."
"Don't be so possessive Fergal," ordered Sami.
"OK for you, you're on the main roster, I only get to see you on Mondays," Finn pouted.
"It's Wrestlemania Axxess?" Cody sassed, "You'll get me all week Finny. Plus I'll be at Takeover."
He was picking up a towel and about to grab a shower. Before either of the other boys could follow him in, he locked the door.
"Calm it Fergal," Sami said sternly.
"Well what's he playing at? Ambrose threw it back in HIS face!" Finn spat.
"Probably because of you!" Sami said, "Look, let's not go through this mess again. There's no law saying any of us can't have friends outside of the Three Amigos setup."
"But what can Ambrose offer him?"
"Do you get jealous of his Nicky Clan?"
"No!"
"Then stop it Fergal."
"Well PARDON ME." Finn rolled over on the bed stroppily, pointedly keeping his back to Sami and huffing like a petulant teenager.
Sami rolled his eyes.
He padded towards the bathroom and knocked the door.
"Sorry Codes, I have to go to the bathroom," he said.
"Give a me a sec..." came a grunt before the sound of the lavatory flushing. Ah. The necessary post-bareback...yeah. One thing they did keep private from one another were those habits. You could be TOO close to someone.
The bathroom door unlocked and Sami padded inside.
Cody politely turned away.
"If it's a sit down job I'm out," he said.
"I don't actually need the bathroom," Sami whispered as he shut the door and locked it, "Came in cos his royal highness has got a face on."
"I know, hence why I'm showering. I know what games he's trying to play and I'm not having it."
"If you need me to step in.." offered Sami.
"It's cool," Cody replied, switching the shower on.
"I wasn't finished...I meant...If you need to me step in there and help soap your sexy ass up?" Sami smiled.
Cody smiled back.
"Be warned you may wake something up," he giggled.
"Oh that's cool. I may have a tender ass and empty balls but my hands and mouth are still working," Sami smirked back, "Damn your body.."
Cody's lean form stepped gracefully into the shower. Sami peeled his jock off and followed him inside.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Finn was listening. What games? Bollocks. They just wanted to continue their fun without him. Fine. Whatever. He had Sheamus to play with. Plus his FIANCE Wade. Screw them. WHy did he bother? He KNEW Sami and Cody would grow to prefer each other now the redhead had joined the main roster.
Actually. He was the Boss, damnit. HE was the NXT CHAMPION. He was the only Amigo to HAVE A TITLE.
He sashayed defiantly into the bathroom, shedding his briefs.
"Gonna play without me?" he said, in that falsely sweet voice.
"Barely enough room for two of us," Sami said.
"Oh you'll manage. I'm only wee," Finn said, barging into the fairly ample-sized shower, "Why don't you wanna be around me?"
The younger men shared a look. Damn. He didn't miss a trick.
"It's not that Finny," Cody sighed, "It's just...we don't think this Sheamus mess is a good idea. You'll get hurt."
"I'm Irish. I'm not as wimpy as you think."
"Cody's right," Sami put in, "It might be a thrill now but when Wade finds out...it won't just be Sheamus whose head he'll kick in."
"It'll be yours. Especially after you almost choked him out when Big Fat Miz flirted with him," Cody reminded Finn, "Gurl. Just break it to Wade that you're bored of his dick and put him out his misery."
"I like the rush cheating gives me."
"You mean you like having one over on Wade," Sami said, "Fergal. Stop. Now. Start acting your age and take ownership of yourself. It's OK to be 35.."
"SHUT UP!" Finn covered his ears, "I'm 34 you insensitive ginger cunt!"
"You don't have to be a father of teenagers in your mid-30s anymore, it's not Catholic Ireland," Sami went on, "You're free to be who you want. You don't have to be tied down!"
"I don't want to be but I have to have a ring on me finger cos I'm the only one left without one in my family!" Finn screamed.
"Suppose it's different in Ireland," Sami said, "But hey. If you want to keep stringing Wade along be our guest. Just don't expect to play with us anymore."
"Sami.." Cody groaned.
"Don;'t suppose you want me in your bed anymore anyway," snarled FInn, "Seems like you two have gotten pretty close without me in the way. So sorry to be a hindrance to your enviable COUPLEY sex life."
He turned to storm out the shower.
"Just a minute," snarled Sami, "You better get it into your head Devitt right now - just stop putting words in people's fucking mouths because of your petty jealousies! You wanted to play around with Sheamus and that's cool. It's your life. But don't get pissy because Codes and I get to see each other more. We could be jealous you prefer Sheamus to us! But we're not!"
Finn was about to issue a fierce diatribe back but...as usual, Sami had managed to disarm all the bitchy anger and petulance from him. He sighed heavily.
"Sowwy..." he mumbled.
"Come here you little drama queen," Cody said, "Group hug."
"Naked group hug," Sami grinned.
The three hunks embraced tenderly under the gushing warm shower.
"Not tonight man," grunted Roman Reigns, pacing the floor of the locker room, trying to get in the zone ready to be brutalised by the Brooklyn crowd.
"But Rome..." Dean Ambrose pleaded, "You promised."
"Yeah well, it depends on how much they roast me out there," Roman replied, "I told ya man, we had a deal. We can have a bit of fun but that's all it is. NSA, I believe you gays call it."
"We're not an alien species Rome."
"ANyway, shouldn't you be keeping up with Rollins as he'll be in town for Mania," Roman said, "We already went back on our shit by fucking more than once."
"I can't help it if seeing you demolish Triple H with a plasma TV and yanking him out of SUVs turns me on," Dean shrugged with a cheeky smile, "And you could have said no. Fact is Rome, you enjoy screwing me and you may be a bit bisexual."
"Ambrose I swear to God.." Roman was exasperated. His nerves were already shot to pieces and Dean was really testing his patience tonight. Yes he shouldn't have gone back to Dean for more but road life was tough and the road to Wrestlemania always left Superstars feeling the tension. Casual hookups among the roster seemed to be most common at this time. Roman noted that he'd seen Miz hanging off a different member of the company every night these past four weeks. Referees, road agents, you name it. Anyone who needed a bit of relief hit Miz up. Roman found it repulsive, but he understood why. And plus fucking a dude was so different and novel to the Samoan former champ. And plus he kinda got off on how Dean worshipped his body. He was a different animal to Rollins.
Dean couldn't help himself. Fucking Roman was keeping his mind off his broken friendship with Cody. And because Roman was a fucking SEX GOD. For a newbie he knew how to handle Dean. And plus he was bigger than Seth. Sorry Seth. Also Dean was trying to prove a point to those fucking Three AMigo bitches that he could get men on the side too.
"You'll what? Rome?"
Roman turned and got in Dean's face, hissing through his nose.
Dean was getting harder. Fuck. Roman left him a mess of hormones. His asshole was twitching in his rumpled blue jeans (he had a jock on in case Roman fancied taking his fury at the smarky Brooklyn crowd out on Dean later)
"Weren't you gonna make things up with Rhodes tonight?" snapped Roman.
"That bitch?!" sassed Dean, "WHo told you that?"
"You did this morning in the gym," Roman said, "Get yo ass out of here and go make friends."
"But I want to support you."
"You can support me by watching my stuff on the monitor man. I need a coffee."
"Let me get you one."
"Oh for..." Roman was done. Seriously. He stomped out of the locker room and slammed the door.
Dean huffed. Damnit. Was he putting all his eggs in one basket with Roman? He had a HUGE match with Lesnar to prep for on Sunday. And whislt he had been putting his heart and soul into training, he was also spending perhaps too much time with his buddy Roman. But Cody was too in Balor's pocket to give a shit about him. Especially now the Three Amigos were fucking each other regularly. Dean liked Zayn a lot when he didn't have his cronies with him but he didn't trust him cos he was also, fucking Balor and Cody.
He huffed once more and stomped out into the corridor towards Catering. After loading a plate with his usual chicken wings and singing his newly-invented Catherine Zeta Jones ditty to himself, he reluctantly made his way to The Amigos Table. Damn why did they have to have their bodyguards of Paige et al there?
"Oh hi Dean! Long time no see!" Paige remarked, looking particularly pretty with silver streaks in her long ebony hair.
"Sup Paige," Dean grunted.
The sea of women, which consisted of Paige, Summer, Brie Bella and Emma (nice surprise) at this time, parted to reveal Cody, Sami and Finn. All scowling at him. Especially Finn.
"Piss off you ugly piece of trash," Finn hissed out the side of his mouth.
Sami side-eyed him.
Cody elbowed him curtly.
"Owww..." he complained.
"Shut it Finny," Cody spat, "What brings you here Dean?"
"Cut the bullshit Cody," Dean was NOT here for their diva crap, "I want to talk."
"Anything you can say to me, can be said here," Cody folded his arms. His guard was up despite feeling bad about being mean to Dean.
"You got five minutes," Finn added.
"You've got no business here Balor so why don't you run along back to NXT?" clapped back Dean, unafraid. This affair with Roman was giving him his old toughness and strength back.
"If you guys are gonna have a fight, we're going," Brie said.
"I came back to avoid the drama," Emma said to Summer.
"Girl, wherever Finn is, drama is, he's the biggest Total Diva of them all," Summer replied.
The other women slowly walked away.
Finn scrambled over the table and got in Dean's face. The Lunatic Fringe had a good few inches over the scrappy little Demon.
"Why don't you run along to a cosmetic surgeon bitch?!" Finn snarled.
"Why don't you go and get your daily dose of Triple H's cum?" Dean snapped.
"NEWSFLASH!" screeched Finn shrilly, "WE ALL KNOW YOU'RE NOW REIGNS' SIDE HOE BITCH!"
Dean blanched.
Cody's jaw dropped. DEAN? He thought it was just a tumblr thing or vicious backstage rumour. Dean's face said it all. Why?
"Trying to get Reigns over via your snatch juice?!" Finn continued, "Talent is NOT sexually transmitted, boo."
Cody facepalmed. Oh GOD. Finn stop. Please.
"That shut you up," Sami added.
"I wanted to speak to Cody. Not his lackeys." mumbled Dean, determined to remain defiant.
"I'm the NXT Champion!" Finn spat.
"Well Zayn?" Dean turned to the fuming redhead, "THought not. Try not to injure yourself in front of 100 thousand fans on Sunday whilst doing your entrance. Now. Cody?"
Cody huffed and got to his feet.
"What Dean? You've just come to shade my friends. You know, something you used to be?" deadpanned the ravenette, shadily raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow, "Ain't gonna work. I'm not letting you take me into the bathroom so you can climb onto my dick to repair your ego."
SMACK.
Dean had had enough and slapped Cody around the face. Hard. The ravenette stumbled and held his chin, his blue eyes flashing.
"Oh no she didn't," Finn snarled, shielding a now incensed Cody from Dean, "You just made the biggest mistake of your life, Loony Bin."
"Yes you did," Sami added, cracking his knuckles, "You'll be sorry."
"Nice chainsaw Funk gave ya," Finn sneered.
"Yeah wasn't it just," Sami said, "He;s taken a bread knife to the forehead before."
"So a chainsaw would be...an upgrade?" Finn had a bloodcurdling smile now.
Dean backed slowly away. But the two NXT upstarts were cornering him.
"You don't just slap Dream's boy and expect to get away with it," Sami went on.
Finn reached into his pocket.
Suddenly he aimed a smart punch at Dean, catching squarely on his left cheek, sending him careering down to the lino. A sharp pain stung Dean's cheek. He felt it...blood?
Finn was holding a plastic fork in his fist. He'd slipped it into his pocket when he heard Dean approach. Blood was already on his mind even before Dean had slapped Cody.
"You're fucking insane," gasped Dean, "I could have you fired for this."
"Cute, but psycho, that's me bitch," Finn's eyes flashed, "You're lucky. Last cunt I got with one of these, found out he could no longer have babies."
"So watch your back Ambrose. Because we'll be there." Sami warned him.
"Have fun with Lesnar." Finn sashayed happily away, his point made. And he had some other business to take care of.
Dean tried to appeal to Sami. So much for thinking Zayn was all right, huh.
"What?" the redhead curtly spat, "Don't pick fights you can't win, Ambrose. Pussy."
He stomped off in the same direction FInn had gone.
Leaving Dean and Cody.
Cody helped Dean up wordlessly. He then picked up a paper napkin and handed it to Dean for the small cut on his face.
"I shouldn't have hit you," mumbled Dean.
"You shouldn't have shaded my friends," Cody spat, "And why the fuck should I listen to you when you raised your hand to me?"
"I snapped...you provoked me."
"You needed telling straight Dean."
"FOr fucks sake Cody!" erupted Dean, "Why can't we just be friends? Just cos Balor seems permananetly attached to your dick..."
"There you go again, always coming for Finny," Cody said, "Why are you so obsessed with him?"
"Can't you see he's just USING YOU?!" Dean cried, "He's not your friend! He just wants to be your lackey cos everyone in the company respects you. If you left tomorrow he'd forget you ever existed. He'd sell you and Zayn down the river to get into the main event!"
"Dean you're jealous."
"OF WHAT?!"
"Because I find FInny hot and I don't find you hot. That's why. You wanted to sleep with me. I turned you down. You can't handle that I've slept with Finny and Sami. That's all."
"Fuck you."
"I told you, you ain't my type. Anyhoo, looks like you're getting enough dick of your own. Suppose you and Roman had to get it on at some point. Can't imagine why. I've seen his wife."
"Your wife's beautiful yet you seem to want to poke an ugly little frog man and a fucking ginger," snarled Dean.
"At least with Finny and Sami, if I have to top I know it would still touch the sides!" clapped back Cody, "I've seen your disgusting Xtube videos. I don't do fisting or large toys. BLECH."
"You're a cunt," hissed Dean.
"Your cunt is sloppy," Cody snapped.
"SAYS YOU?!" screamed Dean, "You call ME a whore but you've banged half the fucking roster!"
"CHange the record Ambrose. Listing my sex partners currently still employed here is not gonna make me want to screw you."
Dean knew he'd lost this fight again. What was the point? Fuck Cody. And fuck his lackey team. Maybe, just maybe, Miz and Graves were right after all. Dean should have a chat with them.
One thing that Dean did take comfort in, was that at least half the main roster hated Balor as well.
Screw them all and their high school cheerleader mentalities damnit.
NXT Takeover, 1 April 2016, Dallas, TX
Two days before the big showdown, the atmosphere backstage at the arena was already abuzz. Tonight was the night NXT got to shine. Many fans were speculating that tonight would be a better show than Mania itself. The card boasted the in-WWE-ring debut of one of TNA's formerly biggest stars, Austin Aries as well as former Bullet Club (and soon to be Balor Club) member Shinsuke Nakamura.
To come and support the developmental brand, a few main roster players were in the stands. Naturally, Cody was going to watch his fellow amigos SLAY, whilst Paige and Becky Lynch were also with him to support Becky's fellow horsewoman Bayley and Becky's former coach Finn.
However it was a good few hours before bell so Paige, Becky and Cody decided to go hang out backstage. Cody had noted the girls were unusually quiet today and seemed unresponsive to his attempts at conversation. Had he done something wrong? Had the Dean incident reached their ears via illicit, twisting means?
It soon came clear when they located Sami, who was of course with a beautifully-painted Finn Balor. Who was in tears.
As soon as Paige and Becky approached, FInn ran at them and the three of them enveloped in a furious hug, sobs and sniffles sounding from within.
"What's happened?" asked a worried Cody.
"Kris Travis passed away," Sami said grimly.
"Oh...I'm sorry," Cody replied.
"Group hug," Sami said.
The Georgian and the Canadian hugged the others. It was horrible when anyone in the industry was lost.
A while later, the little company were in the arena's Catering, the mood lifted a little once the excitement for the Takeover show drew closer.
"So who did Fergal's paint?" asked Becky, "Because that is way too good to be your handiwork Sami."
"A professional artist, as the Boss I get only the best," Finn blew camply on his nails. He looked so strange just sat there all painted up, browsing his phone. He had a hell of match with Joe planned but now it was jsut about being with his favourite people in the world. And keeping Austin Aries AWAY from the likes of Corey Graves. With Sami on the main roster this job wasn't easy.
"Oh! Sorry I wasn't up to your exceedingly high standards?!" huffed Sami, folding his arms.
"You might be amazing in bed but your airbrush work is distinctly lacking darlin," Finn crossed one smooth leg camply over the other.
"If you three want us to fuck off?" deadpanned Paige.
"NO STAY!" Cody grabbed her arm.
A short, handsome, bearded man walked by their table at that point.
"Austin, get yo ass here!" Sami ordered.
Austin smiled as he caught Sami's eye and walked over.
"Hey!" he waved at them all, "Oh sup Stardust. Knight. Knox."
"Not the indies now," Cody rolled his eyes.
"Who pissed in your Icon Meal?" Austin clapped back.
"How is that little cunt Mathews?" Cody was unable to stop himself.
Austin just smirked.
"Not sure, every time I saw him his head was that far up Dixie Carter's ass," sassed Austin, "My question is. Why? Why would you even bother?"
Cody was not ready for this. Another respected indie talent and free agent who also happened to possess fabulous, Amigo-like qualities?
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.
"I told you Austin was amazing, sweets," grinned FInn.
"We go back a while," Sami added.
"He's just Jacob Cass to me," Cody said with the sassy pout on his face.
"Oh she thinks she's smart," camped Austin, Z-snapping him.
"EXCUSE ME, princess, that's my thing," Cody got to his feet.
"Oh sit your arse down Little Cody," Paige giggled, "I don't think Aries is coming for your weave yet."
"Give it time," Austin grinned.
"We all know the real queen of WWE is over there with his fancypants new paint," Becky said.
"Thank you Bex, you are dismissed to go catch up with Bayley now," Finn said, "And you Saraya. It's boys time."
"Yeah don;t you need to phone sex Summer?" chimed in Sami.
"AHEM.." Cody cleared his throat.
"Just remember my mum is in town," Paige warned him.
"The threat still stands Sami," grinned Cody.
Sami was silenced. Damnit. He tried!
Paige and Becky left unwillingly and then Austin parked himself across their vacated seats, kickpadded legs on Becky's.
Cody was still not taking this in. ANother Finn. Jesus. One was enough.
"So GURL," he said to Finn, "Is Wade not coming to see you slay?"
"Nope. Bastard. Would much rather hang out with (he put on a fake Cockney accent) the lads to go for beers (he dropped it) than watch his fiance wrestle."
"AS IF?!" squealed Austin, "You told me as long as SHE (he pointed to Cody) was here nobody else mattered. You're more pissed you can't climb onto Sheamus' dick."
"Finny have you been telling all of NXT?!" spluttered Cody.
"Duh?!" Finn gave him a withering look.
"Fergal's tongue is much like his asshole," Sami smirked.
"Y'all just jealous basic bitches," Finn sniffed, "Well seeing as I have no post-match dick to bounce on..."
"Soz, Stephen is in town," sighed Cody, eyes becoming hearts.
A flash of jealousy on Sami's face which was noted by Finn who smiled to himself. Oh yes bitch. Feel the burn.
"You still trying to make Amell and you a thing? Queen, points for persistently trying to make irrelevance happen," sassed Austin.
"Watch your mouth newbie," snarled Cody.
"WInd your neck in Austin," Finn said.
"Sorry queen, forgot he's the possessor of the golden dick around here," Austin opened his bottle of water and sipped it like he was on Drag Race.
Buzz.
Cody looked at his phone.
From: Finny
He acts the big bitch cos hes trying to impress you. I have some hot tea on him *wink emoji* *frog emoji* *coffee emoji*
Oooooh!
And Cody bet he knew WHAT this tea was. Hehehehe. He wasn't even mad anymore.
"So is it true you bedded Hugo or was it Rat Skank lying again?" Sami added to break the silence.
"Graves' pressed ass is just jealous because that hot Brit hit me up on Grindr and not him," Austin said idly.
"So you and your man still in an open relationship?" Sami persisted.
"Of course, we knew what it would mean when I jumped ship," Austin pouted, "He may have come to see me tonight."
"Open relationships are the best," Cody said, "I'll agree with you on that, Jacob."
"Nice try boo, Jacob Cass jokes stopped being funny in 2012," clapped back Austin.
Oh this was fun. The cute ravenette was only getting started with this pretender to his throne in hell.
"So when did you fuck my ex, Jacob?" Cody sassed, Z-snapping him, "Were you planning on telling me now or never?"
Austin blanched. DAMN YOU DEVITT! Was NOTHING sacred?! BITCH!
Finn facepalmed. Nothing got past Cody's superhuman powers of observation did it? Was he that obvious?
"As soon as your ass dumped him?" Austin replied, "And he realised he could no longer compete with Rob Terry's dick for Robbie E's bussy. I mean, big Welsh bodybuilder vs shrimpy McMahon cast-off? Why bother?"
"Well you must have wanted a piece of it, how desperate for dick were you?" Cody sneered.
"Was curious to see how good his game was seeing as he got a big jock like you wet for the dick for that many years," Austin replied, "Have to hand it to him, he could throw it down and nice thickness. But you could tell he was a recently-converted top from full time bottom slut. Zero finesse."
"Imma let you finish but you told me he made you cum like a train," FInn said triumphantly.
Sami just shook his head. Austin and Finn together in training before he left for the main roster were soooo trying. And he knew Austin was after Hugo so that was why he'd finally given in and had Hugo before Austin could! Oh it was bitchy drama everywhere in the WWE male locker rooms!
"Bitch I already hate you for spilling tea on me to him cos you're crazy on his dick," Austin Z-snapped Finn, "So don't test me today. FYI I was that backed up even Fatt Hardy could have done me and I would have cum."
"You must have been desperate then Jacob," Cody sassed, "Cos that doesn't sound like the Josh Mathews I was tied to for years."
"Maybe because I'm in his height and weight class and you were too chicken shit to find a top your own size bitch?" screeched Austin.
"Yeah keep trying shortie," Cody gave him a Maryse hand, "You'll never be me. But Imma let that go because you're fucking legit in the squared circle and a long overdue talent signing."
"I can't believe y'all so thirsty for Josh fucking Mathews!" snorted Sami, "Even Fergal was interested at one point!"
"To see what he had that I hadn't?!" Finn pouted.
"We hooked up again a week later," Austin added, "And I realised how shit he was in bed. I had to finish myself off LONG after he nutted. Either I'm doing stuff wrong or you must have been with some serious duds to find that good sex."
"Anyone can fake it in bed," Cody said sniffily, "What makes you think I was genuine?"
"Like he fakes that he hates topping yet he can make me speak in tongues," Finn sighed.
"That's not difficult. You're the easiest hole in professional wrestling Devitt," Austin gave him a Maryse hand of his own.
"And me, he touches parts of me that few men have," Sami added, "Plus newly vers here and he can't get enough of me. So there."
Cody couldn't help but smile. YAAAAAAS. Check him out being openly rated for his ability in bed! He even didn't mind being given good marks for his topping talent.
"Probably hasn't had his bussy torn in two properly since the year dot so he's used to inferior dick," Austin sassed, "Don't big yoself up just yet Zayn."
"Bye Felicia," Cody was FIFTY SHADES OF DONE. He idly kicked the leg of the steel chair Austin was sat on and sent it flying.
Snorts from the boys. Austin did have a tendency to get too big for his wrestling boots. He was red as he picked himself up.
"Go find Corbin," Finn said, "And then come back when you're ready to apologise to Cody."
"Sorry," mumbled Austin before stomping away, embarrassed.
"Another basic bitch that thinks he can challenge me," Cody sniffed, "Another flash in the pan who'll be gone within a year. NEXT."
"He's so ashamed that he hooked up with Josh twice," FInn said, "He really respects you sweets. Putting the big act on to impress you."
"Remind you of anyone?" Sami chimed in.
Finn flipped him off. MEAN!
"FUnny way of showing it and if that bish thinks he's gotten me pressed by riding my ex's dick then he's got hella learning to do," Cody snorted, "I couldn't care less who Mathews porks in the reductive, sinking ship of irrelevance that is TNA."
"TNFlop," Finn agreed.
"So who's his man?" Cody asked, "Cos this guy must be one HELL of a stud to keep that hot mess at simmering point."
"Who do you think? Josh really never talk about TNA?" asked Sami.
"I never let him cos I don't give a blind fuck about that shitty trainwreck," Cody said, "I dunno. Derrick Bateman...oh sorry, I mean, EC3."
"Bobby Roode," Finn said.
"But isn't he..." Cody said.
"Married with kids," Finn said, "But he never quite could let Austin go. So they have an agreement. Austin's their godfather. Honestly give him another chance sweets. I've seen him with Roode's wee kiddies. He's an absolute doll with them."
"Just like you with your nephews and nieces," Cody said, "Honestly Sami Finny was so cute he made me want to pet him when he was acting the crazy gay uncle in Ireland."
"Just a shame the real Fergal's a cock mad ho-bag," smirked Sami, "I hate to leave you two alone but I have to catch up with Nakamura."
"That's OK," Finn said, "Tell Joe I'll be with him shortly."
Sami padded away.
"AHEM!" barked Cody, getting to his feet.
"YES SAMUEL!" screamed Finn, "Where do you think you're skiving to?"
"To see Nakamura?" Sami's tone indicated he found them incredibly stupid.
"You forgot something," Cody pouted, tapping his cheek and making a kiss-kiss sound.
"Oh sorry..." the redhead sighed, pecking him. Before going to Finn and doing the same.
"You're excused," grinned the Irishman.
They watched Sami walk away.
"His booty gets bigger every day, how?" Cody breathed.
"He'll be as big as Cena in the back soon enough," remarked Finn, "More to grab when he's drilling me."
"Oh he throws it down best from the back," Cody said.
Wrestlemania, AT&T Stadium, Dallas, TX, 3 April 2016
Tonight was the big night. THe night everyone was waiting for. It was finally here.
Backstage, the pre-show was in full swing. Everyone, men and women alike had planned eye-catching Wrestlemania attires, all vying to be the lasting memory the fans took home with them.
Ryback and Kalisto had been on. Someone had to go first. And it was pretty awkward to see still so many empty seats.
Cody was in Catering in front of a monitor, having sat through the first two pre-show matches. It was time for divas now. Well 'Team Total Divas' vs 'Team BAD and Blond'. Cody was praying this wasn't going to be a mess. With such promotion on Sasha, Becky and Charlotte's match, and with Lita's announcement to come following this...he had his gloved fingers crossed.
Naturally he was already in his brand new attire. The stars were replaced by so-iconic yellow polka dots. What else was needed? He may not have had that one-on-one match with Stephen (who he'd spend a beautiful night with after the Hall Of Fame and enjoyed a smutty champagne breakfast with this morning) but he still had a Mania match. With Sami. One of his amigos. YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS. TIME TO SLAY.
Speaking of slayage, Sami perched next to him.
"Hey you," Cody said, "Can't wait for this. Where's Finny."
"Unbelievably, with Wade," Sami said, "I know, shocking isn't it? He's had a bit of a face on cos he knows you're off limits till Amell goes back to Hollywood."
"Look! THERE HE IS!" Cody squealed, as he spied Stephen in the crowd, even in the wide shots he had no trouble picking out his beloved actor with his signature backturned Snapback, "Doesn't he look FINE AS FUCK?!"
"If he's so amazing why do you keep coming to me?" teased Sami.
"Because he has his own life. I can't not keep him in mine though," Cody sucked his thumb, giving Sami big doleful eyes, "You can understand that."
"As long as you're happy then my conscience is clear," Sami replied, "And I need to get something off my chest like right now...oh my GOD. Rat Skank's jacket."
"I KNOW RIGHT?!" squealed Cody, howling with mirth, "What the fuck is that mess?! Does he actually think he's serving some form of style in that thing?! They're actually LETTING him interview the public in it?!"
"He looks like a cruise ship singer!" Sami crowed.
"No!" spluttered Cody, "He looks like a small town bingo hall caller!"
"The definition of tacky mediocrity! Just like his wrestling ability was!" Sami finished.
"Whereas your wrestling ability is just like your bedroom skills," COdy said.
"I know Amell's here but a pre Mania makeout could ease things up?" replied Sami.
"Go on then," hissed Cody, pulling Sami to him and they fiercely kissed, Cody climbing onto Sami and grinding their mevlar and tight-covered bulges together.
"Oh god I'm so tense..." Sami moaned, "I had to make do with Pornhub, the vibrator and my toy last night whilst you were getting it on with Amell and Fergal was with, well...whomever."
"Mania day I'm like a loaded gun," Cody whimpered, "I came twice this morning, once over Stephen's chest...and I still had enough to um...hehehe...well he begged me to remind him what bottoming felt like. So he got a second load up his ass...Hehehe...ohmygosh...seriously...Sami...mmm...,stop...I'm in danger of messing up my mevlar!"
Sami looked over his shoulder.
"We got time to disappear?"
"No! Divas match is on in two minutes!" Cody climbed off him.
"I can't sit through it with this," Sami pointed the bulge in his tights.
"Wait till its finished then I'll suck you dry," Cody offered.
"I need more physicality," moaned Sami.
"You need to be on your A-game girl," ordered Cody, "14 years you've waited for this moment. Don't waste it by thinking about dick."
Behind a wires box in the corridor...
"Ohhh yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!" moaned a cute Irishman.
"Missed me?" snarled a dark haired Brit.
Finn Balor was on his back, legs wrapped around League Of Nations member and his unknowingly cuckolded fiance, Wade Barrett. Any dick at Wrestlemania was fair game. Even if it was his boring fiance. And hey he was horny and it was better than a wank.
"Why don't you fuck me...aahhhh!...no more darlin?"
"Been...oh fuck yeah man...busy.."
Wade snapped his hips hard to drive this home. Finn always told him to sod off whenever he tried to instigate sex. He was amazed he;'d managed to get him to drop his pants tonight at fucking Wrestlemania. There was potential talk of the Balor Club debuting. So Finn was in his Balor Club attire.
Well the trunks were discarded on the side for necessary arsehole access but everything else was on him. Finn did enjoy wrestling gear sex.
Wade's trunks were simply pushed down to his knees as he continued to work out his pre-match tension.
And because he never got any bloody sex he wasn't gonna last.
So Finn had better make the most of it damnit.
Wade contonued to pound, more focused on getting off than pleasing Finn. And the little Irish minx had realised this. He clenched his hole tight.
"Ohhh fuck..." growled Wade.
"I am not a fleshlight you thoughtless oaf," Finn spat, yanking Wade to him and forcing his tongue into his mouth.
Wade kissed his fiance before continuing to fuck.
"Soz love...ain't got...oh fuck m'close...time.."
"All the time in the world.."
"Oh shut up and take my dick."
What was a light hearted comment in Wade's head was now a stake to Finn's heart. THAT WAS IT. He was gonna dump Wade after Wrestlemania wrapped. But first, he was gonna have a word with a couple of local legends rumoured to be appearing on the show later...
Finn finally caught up with his amigos just as the women's tag wrapped.
"What?! Was it on now?" he cried, adjusting his trunks.
"About time Finny..."
"You've missed it Fergal," Sami sighed.
"I thought...oh FUCK!" Finn stomped the floor, "Fucks sake!"
"I did say wait till after the show before going on the prowl.." Cody sighed.
"Who won? Was it a mess?" Finn stropped.
"Brie got the win after a sick transition into the Yes Lock," COdy said, "Was good. Paige took a kicking. Eva was passable. Even Lana looked half decent. Team BAD and Blonde's outfits were all on fleek. Summer's lowlights gave me life."
"Look at Fashionista there," giggled Sami, "You can watch it back on the network during a piss break like Ambrose vs Lesnar."
"But it's not the same!" Finn moaned, "It wasn't even GOOD sex."
"Well Sheamus probably had his mind on his match," Cody said, "Why did you miss Brie's retirement match for a backstage fumble?"
"It was fucking Stuart. Dear God I don't care how heartless it makes me, he is getting the elbow tonight," Finn snapped, "I missed a women's match for HIM. He pestered and pestered and I gave in. For what?! Terrible sex? Barely kissed me. USed me as a fucking fleshlight. And when he shot his wad, pulled out. I HAD TO FINISH MYSELF OFF!"
"Oh that's fair grounds in my book," Sami shrugged.
"Maybe I'll dump him just as he's about to go out later," Finn said with a truly evil grin, "And then I'll tell him his best friend was ten times the fuck he was. And that two bottoms can satisfy me more than he could. Ooh is that Lita in the ring?"
"Oh yeah, her announcement!" Cody said.
Finn perched across both their laps like he was their child.
"Fergal, anyone told you how evil you can be?" Sami said.
"Ssssh a queen is talking," Finn said as Lita began to speak. The boys watched her impassioned speech about the much-deserved equal billing the newly-named WWE Women's Division now had. And then...
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!"
All three boys squealed like excited kids as the wraps were taken off the new WWE Women's Championship.
ABout freaking TIME.
"Bex will look FIERCE in that," gushed Finn.
"I think Sasha will," Sami said.
"We all know Charlotte will snatch and it will have Graves and Mess SO pressed," Cody said, getting to his feet, "Let's go find Brie."
It wasn't hard to find her.
She was hugging Nikki fiercely, accompanied by Paige and Natalya.
"Thank you Brie, thank you Brie," Cody began to chant before diving in to hug her tight.
"I'm gonna miss you so much," she wept into his shoulder, "You were one of the most entertaining people to ever work with.."
"We should have worked together more," he said, "THat transition was everything. I think you even outdid Dee Bee."
He let her go so Finn could hug her.
"Look after my sister when she returns," she mumbled into his chest.
"Oh whilst Nikki's here she's one of us," Finn assured her, "Promise us you';ll keep sending jam."
"She'll be busy working to being a mom," Sami said, hugging Brie.
"Where are OUR hugs boys?" pouted Paige, "I took abuse from Lana out there!"
"Sorry Paige...we thought you might be more interested in Summer's fierce new hair," Cody said, hugging her.
"Mum's looking for you Samuel," she teased, leaving Cody and going to huge Sami.
"So you'll hold me until she comes and breaks my legs?" Sami pouted.
"Should have been nicer shouldn't you?" Finn smirked, "Nattie, you are now under orders to wear that outfit at all times."
"He's on the turn, watch out Nattie," chimed in Nikki.
"SO who are we rooting for later?" asked Cody.
"Bex. Natch," Finn said, "No more to be said. She will slay."
"I think Yo Gurl Sasha is a shoe in to snatch," Cody said, "And by the way, Finny's faking it. He misssed your match."
"ARSEHOLE!" Finn went scarlet.
"I wonder why?" snarked Paige.
"It's OK, it's only a Total Divas snack break," Nikki snarked.
"Nicole.." Brie gave her sister the side-eye.
Awkward.
"Anyhoo," Sami said loudly, "Let's go get food. And drag Rat Skank for his heinous fashion sense."
"He looks like a gay bingo caller!" Paige snorted.
"Renee mentioned a stylist sacking job at the preshow panel," Nattie said, "Haven't seen him yet."
"Look, look," Sami said, "Monitor..."
Howls of laughter as Paige, Brie, Nikki and Nattie caught sight of Corey's gaudy jacket for the first time.
"You should see what Miz is wearing," Nikki said, "I got a mouthful from him when I was waiting to go out."
"What did he say?" Cody cracked his knuckles with menace.
"Oh just the usual crap about Brie and how I'll come back even worse than before blah blah," Nikki said, "I would have been bothered but he looks ridiculous."
Later on, the Amigos were shamelessly sat amongst all the other women superstars (it was agreed that the term 'diva' was banned unless it was Total Divas or used as a pejorative towards a bratty male worker from now on) as it was now time to watch the Triple Threat for the Women's Championship.
First out was Becky.
And as she made her entrance, sniffles could be heard from a certain small Gaelic cutie.
"Awwwwwwwww.." Paige hugged him from behind.
"Bet that's made your year Finny," Cody said.
"So...freaking proud of her.." Finn wiped his face, "Look at her. That wee girl so full of spunk in 02...now slaying at Wrestlemania. Can't believe it."
"Bless him, he's got a heart after all," Nattie teased.
Alicia Fox made a noise.
Brie gave her a withering look. Alicia needed to get over that. Anyway by the way Finn was conducting himself, Wade would be hers to have again soon.
Snoop Dogg came out next to rap Sasha's entrance; and then The Boss herself appeared. In red long tights.
"Oh my God she's actually wearing Eddie inspired gear," Cody said, "She better do a frog splash or else I will not go near Finny in front of her again."
"You do drive a hard bargain," deadpanned Summer Rae, "I still think it's an injustice that neither of you got to snatch Kevin's title."
"Always next Wrestlemania," Sami shrugged, "I'm not mad that Ryder won."
"I know he's a crazy bitch hussy for when he chased Cena," Cody said, "But good for Zack. I'm happy for him."
"If Miz ever tries to start on anyone again, just remind him that he dressed as Liberace for Wrestlemania," Sami stated.
"Oh I already said to his face that he looked like a bad Elton John tribute act," Nikki chimed in, "He actually couldn't find a reply and walked off."
"Elton John shaded Madonna and likes Gaga. Only backs wannabes. Just like Mess," Cody said, "Perfect insult Nicole. Not just saying that because you're dating my wife hehehehe."
"Oh you," Nikki giggled.
Charlotte made her grand, sweeping entrance, looking absolutely regal in a blue robe just like her legendary father's.
"YAAS Charlotte, stick it to the haters," Cody said.
The match started.
Epic from start to finish.
The company of assembled female wrestlers and the Three Amigos were transfixed. It was unlike any other past 'diva match' seen on the main roster. The women were even spoken about on commentary with the same fever as they did about the men. And Sasha hit a sick Frog Splash. Becky was on absolute fire. It was just sheer perfection.
When Charlotte finally got the submission win thanks to Ric Flair holding back Sasha, there was a standing ovation in the female talent area.
"Haters gonna hate, Charlotte deserved that," Cody remarked.
"Totally," agreed Nattie.
"As long as Bex doesn;t get lost in the shuffle I'm all for it," Finn said.
"I think Sasha needs us to reward her," Cody grinned.
"Aww you gonna give her a makeout-o-gram?" teased Nikki.
"Duh?" Cody said, "For that performance she deserves the world."
"Let her and Bex celebrate privately first," Finn ordered.
Charlotte walked in holding her brand new title. Looking completely exhausted and emotional.
Several minutes of emotive support and platitudes later, she grabbed some water and sank into a chair.
"Where's Sasha and Becky?" asked Cody.
"Just being checked over, plus, they were...er...kinda busy," the tall blonde Women's Champion said with a slight smile.
"Someone's getting a good seeing to later," Paige chimed in.
"Really?" came an unpleasant voice nobody wanted to hear as Miz stood in the doorway, still in his ludicrous bright gold coat.
"You really thought you would snatch the Intercontinental title at Mania? Bless," Cody snarked, "With the likes of Sami and Kevin and my good self in that ring we would never have allowed such a travesty to occur."
"Still better than that mess of an ending," snorted Miz, "Who did you suck to keep that title Boxlotte?"
"I'd leave if I were you fat-arse," snarled Finn, "Now."
"Still at least now Blowjob Twin Number One is leaving to go make ugly troll babies, this division has some quality," Miz sneered, "Good riddance Bella. You won't be missed."
"The only person in the entire world who wanted you for champ was Maryse," Cody snorted, "Nobody else likes you. Awww. Still it's nice to have one supporter instead of none, hey."
"You lay off my wife you painted asshole.." snarled Miz, stomping in and getting in Cody's face...well he would have if Finn hadn't stuck out his foot and tripped him up.
Miz stumbled and then, quick as a flash Finn leapt at him and pushed him back out the door, with a swift boot up the backside for good measure.
"Bye Felicia!" he catcalled, "Don't fart on your way out."
He slammed the door shut and dusted his hands down.
A standing ovation.
He bowed and curtsied theatrically.
"That was like something out of a cartoon!" remarked Emma.
"Now that's one thing I won't miss," Brie said.
The boos to Roman echoed around the AT&T stadium as Wrestlemania finally wrapped for the night.
The League Of Nations were all leaving the locker room together and heading out into the parking lot, where Lana was waiting for Rusev. After quick exchanges of 'laters' 'see you tomorrow', etc. the Bulgarian brute left.
"Where the bloody hell's my fiance?" Wade complained.
"Why don't you ring him?" Sheamus asked, ignoring the twinge of guilt in his stomach. This charade couldn't go on much longer. Seriously. He'd already blocked Finn's number. It was best if they stopped messing around. There'd be a close call soon and Sheamus wasn't ready.
"Look mate, he'll probably bugger off with Zayn and Rhodes as per usual so can I just ride with you and Berto?" Wade grunted.
"Sure," Alberto shrugged. His phone buzzed.
From: Miz
where are you mexican stallion im waiting *wink emojis* *devil emojis*
"C'mon then if we're going?" the Mexican grunted.
"OK OK," groaned Sheamus, "What's the hurry?"
Secretly he was glad to leave before Finn showed up. And he ached all over. He was also convinced that the burial of Wade from HBK, Stone Cold and Foley wasn't originally on the card and that a certain somebody was responsible. Was Sheamus being paranoid?
No he wasn't.
He knew what Finn was capable of. He'd even throw his own friends under a bus to do what he had to do. Sheamus really needed to get the heck out of here.
"See ya in the morning mate," he said to Wade who just nodded.
The flame-haired Irishman followed his Mexican stablemate towards the rental. He'll worry about this in the morning. Discreetly, he blocked Finn's number. He would have gone to airplane mode but Cesaro may call. That was another thing.
"You're quiet," remarked Alberto.
"Mm?"
"All night, even before the match."
"Yeah I know man. Just got a lot of stuff on me mind."
"Missing your guy?"
"Yeah," Sheamus gave what he hoped was a sincere nervous smile.
Alberto smiled back and unlocked the rental.
Sheamus climbed into the passenger seat.
As the Mexican got in next to him and started the engine, Sheamus watched out the window as they drove out into the hideous lines of post-Wrestlemania traffic. Wade looked like a man with the weight of the world on his shoulders. And now Sheamus felt sick with guilt. But he resigned himself to the fact that he deserved everything that came to him once the big Brit found out the extent of his best friend's betrayal.
Was sex with Finn really worth it?
Most likely not. But what was done, was done.
Back in the balmy, humid parking lot, a sea of harsh blue-tinted lights, identical cars in various shades of black, blue and silver atop dour grey concrete, Wade continued to watch and wait. Come on Finn, it didn't take THAT long to say bye to friends. Friends whom he'd see again tomorrow. Wade had hoped his boy would have debuted tonight but then again, there was always Raw tomorrow. If Finn was called up, then the Brit hoped things would get better as they'd get more time together. Finn always spent much more time with his friends at Raw whenever he showed up on the road. In the past Wade had shrugged that off but now he was starting to resent Rhodes, Zayn, Paige and all the rest of them for nicking his fella.
Or maybe Wade just needed to pull his finger out? Look what happened to Neville and Zayn. Neville got complacent and then got dumped.
Would Wade end up emasculated and humiliated the way his fellow Englishman had?
Only one way to find out.
Make more of an effort. A rushed backstage bang at Wrestlemania was not the way to go about it. Especially as Wade chose beers with The Lads over attending TakeOver Dallas. Watching it on a screen in the bar was not the same.
At last.
The small figure of Finn was padding over, holding his sports bag.
Wade half expected Rhodes or Zayn to be attached but no, definitely looked like he was alone.
The Brit smiled and waved.
Finn gave him a smile back.
But that smile did not reach the cute Irishman's eyes.
"Hello.." Wade said.
"Stuart."
"Ready?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Where's your car?"
"I thought you had one ready."
"No cos I got here with the lads."
Finn huffed and rolled his eyes.
"I got a lift in with Bex, Charlotte and Flair. So how do you propose we go back to the hotel then?" He folded his arms.
"Get an Uber?"
"After Wrestlemania at this time of night?! We're looking at an hours wait minimum!"
"Don't snap at me Fergal."
"Well you're bloody useless, you know that?!"
"I'm useless?!" bellowed Wade, stung, "Be nice if you actually TALKED to me once in a bloody while, ya know? I am supposed to be the lad you're marrying."
Finn raised his eyebrows and mouthed something before looking to the side.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Wade caught the shady vibes instantly.
"Oh nothing."
"No go on Fergal. You ain't got your audience this time. Tell me."
"I'm tired."
"You didn't fucking wrestle. You just sat backstage and hung around like a bad smell."
"What, to support my friends? To support my former student who stole the mother fucking show? You know, like you DIDN'T on Friday?!"
"You never said you wanted me there."
"OH FOR..." Finn ran his hands over his hair and began to pace the concrete car park, "Do I have to bloody prompt you all the time?! You used to fucking know what you were doing? All you care about is trying to be one of the fucking lads."
"And all you care about is trying to be queen bitch or whatever the hell it is."
"Yes well. Maybe I choose my friends over you for a reason."
"Just what do you mean by that?"
"Are you terminally brain dead? Or still licking your wounds over taking a Mandible Claw, a Sweet Chin AND a Stunner in succession?"
"Fuck you!" snarled Wade.
"No thanks, not after the poor attempt earlier. I'm gonna see if Coddles is still around."
"So what about me?"
"What about you, Stuart?"
"WAIT A MINUTE!" roared Wade as his eyes caught something. He grabbed Finn by the arm, "Where's your fucking ring?!"
"Oh. You noticed. Penny dropped yet?"
A ringing silence fell as the horrible comprehension fell upon Wade. His stomach was boiling up. His face began to burn. His mouth was drying out.
"You lost it?" he snarled.
"Pawned it," Finn wriggled out of his arms, "Needed the cash."
"Bollocks. I bet that fucking Rhodes made you do it because his marriage is a fucking sham."
Really? Was Wade THAT deluded? Had Finn not been obvious enough the past few weeks?
"Oh Cody doesn't make all my decisions for me. This was one I made all by myself."
"I met your family. I took your fucking dad for a pint."
"Yes and you get ten gold stars for the effort, darlin. You're so out of your league, Bennett."
"I fucking put my neck on the line for you!"
"You did no such thing," Finn sneered.
"So what was all that fucking...bunny boiler shit in aid of?! You fucking choked me out when Miz tried his dirty shit on me."
"Not exactly an ego boost, you downgrading to Jabba The Mutt after the likes of me."
"Oh. So as usual, all about you."
"Yep."
"So that's it. We done?"
"Yes we're fucking done, Stuart. I haven't loved you for MONTHS."
"Good to know. You finished."
"Yep. See ya."
He turned on his heel and sashayed away triumphantly.
Wade roared like a bear and chased after him. He grabbed the smaller man and punched him in the face, sending him careering back onto the unforgiving concrete floor.
"Still," Finn was unrepentant as ever, glowering up at his now ex, "At least you saved me from finding out you're a complete Neanderthal before you put a wedding ring on me."
"No wonder people steer clear of you," snarled Wade, "You're a little cunt."
"Waaa waa. My heart bleeds. You finished yet?"
"You can take your shit out of my house the moment you get back to Orlando!"
"I already have. Did it before flying out here Friday. I'm so done with you. And raise your fist to me again, and you won't be waiting until the summer. You'll be out of this company on your arse by Raw going on air tomorrow night. I'll make bloody sure of it."
"You ain't got the clout."
"Funny how you being buried by three legends turned up in the script tonight."
"YOU DID THAT?!" roared Wade.
"Yep."
"Why?!"
"Because it amused me. It might sound like I'm an unapolegetic bitch Stuart, but sometimes I just gotta call it like it is."
"Bollocks. You fucking used me."
"Maybe. Now if you don't mind, I have a ride home to catch."
He whistled sharply.
Two headlights came on a few feet away. The sound of V8 engine being fired up rumbled across the parking lot and a black pickup which Wade recognised as Cody's, crawled out of the space and burbled slowly towards them. With a truly evil grin, Finn climbed inside.
It was fairly full, as beside Cody was Sami, and in the back seat of the double-cab was Eden and Nikki Bella, still looking glamorous even with her big neck brace on.
"How did he take it?" asked Cody.
"Meh. Don't care. Let's go chill," Finn said.
"That's the most elaborate breakup I've ever seen," Nikki remarked.
"You know Finny, he doesn't go quietly," COdy said, putting the pickup into Drive and putting his foot down.
Wade just watched, utterly humiliated as the large black vehicle growled by gloatingly and disappeared into the night with one last snarl from its exhaust.
NEXT TIME ON TOTAL SUPERSTARS:
- The Raw After Mania brings some new faces and a few old faces return.
- Wade's troubles are not over yet.
And so ends an extra long opening chapter of this new fic. Tried to get it up as soon after Wrestlemania as possible. I actually loved Mania but it seems I was in the minority!
Loved the following Raw, but we'll have to wait for Chapter 2 to see what happens there!
Sorry it's mostly a smutfest (but hey who reads slash for the plot :P) and dialogue but I am deliberately structuring it more like a reality show this time so more of the action will happen via speech and character interaction. Also I have the most fun writing banter or bitching sessions.
Lastly, #ThankYouBrie :'(