Okay, so on the tails of what was the worst show of 2015; I have come to make you feel better about it. But seriously, that nitwit Reigns won. They would have had a better reaction if Dean had won and then Sheamus would have cashed in.
Oh the worse side, now I have to write Sheamus slash twice.
Now, I told you guys I will be excluding some, so here is the card I shall be following in Parts 1, 2 and 3:
Part 1:
Roman Reigns vs. Alberto Del Rio (Tournament Semifinal match)
Dean Ambrose vs. Kevin Owens (Tournament Semifinal match)
Part 2:
Ryback, The Usos and The Lucha Dragons vs. New Day, Sheamus, King Barrett (Traditional Survivor Series Match)
Charlotte (c) vs. Paige (WWE Divas Championship)
Part 3:
Tyler Breeze (With Summer Rae) vs. Dolph Ziggler
Roman Reigns vs. Dean Ambrose (Tournament Final- WWE World Heavyweight Championship)
Sheamus vs. Roman Reigns (c) (WWE World Heavyweight Championship)
And for the last entry I would like to say, ugh.
Bring the bugles out! We begin!
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first PPV of the WWE NC-17 era! I'm Michael Cole and with me are John 'Bradshaw Layfield and Jerry 'The King' Lawler!" Michael Cole bellowed.
"It's going to be one hell of a night Michael, look at the Atlanta crowd!"
"Of course, my old eyes are nowhere near trained for this stuff, but we've got several thousand people packed in here." Jerry Lawler pitched in his two cents.
Roman Reigns vs. Alberto Del Rio (Tournament Semifinal match)
Before anyone could add on, Roman Reigns' theme echoed in the Arena.
The Samoan made his usual entry, head held high, exuding raw manpower.
The only thing different was that he was naked as the day he was born.
He made his way through the polarizing crowd, down the stairs. His wet hair clung to his chest and back, resulting in water dripping down his pecs and abs.
Jumping over the barricade, he stood upon the ropes and gave his signature pose, a treat to fans who had subscribed to the network and were present in the audience.
Snapshots and flashes rained on him, people snapping as many pictures of the leader of the Roman Empire as they could.
He stood in the mild of the ring, cracking his neck and grasping his soft 5 inch dick.
Almost the entire first row, mainly occupied by ladies, fainted at that moment.
He stared down the ramp, determination flashing in his eyes. Boy, did he have it bad for the title.
At then, the Mexican tune of Alberto Del Rio blared across the arena.
Coated with Tanning Liquid and oil, Del Rio held that determined look to himself. He was naked, save for the United States Championship belt that he wore around his waist, his 6 inch loose dick and big balls showing for the world to see.
"The following is a singles match, where the competitor who makes the other cum first wins, introducing first, from San Luis Potosí, Mexico, Alberto Del Rio! And his opponent, from Tampa, Florida, Roman Reigns!"
The two men came face to face in the ring, each of them staring down the other.
The referee took the title and rung the bell.
"You ready for this, Del Rio?"
"Listo, I was born for this, novato."
The two started trading punches wildly as their dominant personalities were not going to let them bottom easily. It was Del Rio who, after a swift kick to the ribs, was able to twist his arm behind the man, trapping him between the ring floor and his body as Roman lied on the floor, trying to throw the Mexican off.
"I like wild dogs, Roman Reigns. They're fun to break and train. Saying this, he whipped the Samoan's head back using his hair, causing jolts of erotic pain to course through the Samoan's body.
"You like that, puta dolor?"
"Ah, shit! Fuck… more!" Roman bellowed.
The audience gasped, with half of them hooting and half covering their mouths in shock. Who knew the Roman Reigns was such a bitch?"
Del Rio gave another yank, this time, hoisting the long haired man up on his knees.
"Now, if you know what is best for you, you are going to lube up Papi's cock, yes?"
Roman just gave a low roar in return, his eyes closed, dick semi hard and exposed.
"That's it." Del Rio cooed as he stood up and went around Reigns, never breaking his grip in the man's long hair. "Suck Papi's cock. Slobber it up for your ass."
Roman knew this was a game. You had to tempt the others. He knew Del Rio would be closer to his orgasm after, so he relented. Of course, the other fact that he was a pain slut just helped.
He hungrily swallowed around Alberto's bulbous head, slobbering it up with his spit. Coating the veins protruding out of the now hard, 7 ½ inch beauty.
Alberto gripped even harder at the wet hair, painfully stretching out the long locks, resulting in moans enveloping his cock sending vibrations throughout the body.
Roman had a practiced, well experienced throat and was able to take in more and more of Del Rio each time, using his spit liberally to coat the other's cock, causing his saliva to drip down his balls and gel into his beard.
After a set of hard, deep jabs, the former Mexican Aristocrat made the Roman take him in one deep thrust and held his face there.
Roman was in seventh heaven.
His throat ached, sore, and wide stretched due to the hard fucking, the semi trimmed pubic of the current US champion tickling his nostrils, making him inhale the musky smell that was Alberto Del Rio, who made sure to hold him tight until he felt the wetness from his tears.
The crowd was roaring. Or it could be a sign of them jacking off.
Only when the submissive figure started flailing and scratching against his leg, did Alberto draw back.
"You did will, puta. Now, show Papi that tanned ass of yours,"
That is when Roman struck.
Hoisting himself up he ran to the ropes and rebounded to hit a picture perfect spear of Del Rio.
"Now, who's the bitch?" Reigns boomed. He quickly started sucking the other's cock like an earnest whore again, enjoying the sausage inside his mouth.
This time, though Alberto was lying down dazed, he was succumbing fast to the pleasure.
Roman pulled all the tricks he used on his two partners back in the Shield while taking Alberto's tanned cock down his throat, burying his face once again into the crotch of the first citizen of Mexamerica.
Alberto moaned uncontrollably, regaining his senses and getting up but not wanting to shift from his position, the thought of winning the match now foreign in his mind.
"Si! Mantener a chupar la polla como la puta que eres! Puto Infierno!" Alberto growled, clutching his head.
Roman's throat was growing sore with every time he deepthroated the ample cock of the Mexican. He knew Alberto was dangerously close to climax and though his cock was so hard it hurt, he knew to the victor would get the spoils.
Retracting his head back till only the big purple head was left, he licked the edges of his circumscribed cock and then swiped his tongue along the piss slit before gently nibbling it.
"Ooh!" Del Rio screamed in ecstasy as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Roman played his last trick.
He took the humk of meat out of his mouth and nuzzled it with his beard.
Del Rio tripped at the dirty sensation as he shoved his meat back into the pain slut's mouth as began whipping out dollops of cum inside the warm cavern.
"Tragar perra!" Alberto shouted, making Roman swallow his thick cum down the Samoan's throat, making it overflow, trickling down his beard. It was only when the bell rung and Lillian Garcia's voice resonated on the speakers did Albert come to his senses. "Ladies and Gentlemen: the winner of this match and Tournament finalist for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship: Roman Reigns!" "Another time 'Berto," sniggered Reigns as he slid out of the ring and headed to the back to cheers and boos and Del Rio screaming 'Fuck You' and 'Imbecile' over from the ring. Note: All translations are from Google translate.Dean Ambrose vs. Kevin Owens (Tournament Semifinal match)
As 'Retaliation' and a sound of whirring wheels resonated around the arena, a very naked Dean Ambrose entered to a sea of roaring and joyous fans, who had all flipped their shit at the sight.
With dirty blonde hair falling on his forehead, he pumped up the already high crowd for the treat they were going to get in a while.
He stood on the ropes and signaled to the crowd, now shouting and screaming out loud. The sight of his dick out for the world to see, and take in, 6 inches when soft, bouncing as he waited for his next opponent.
'Fight' blared through the arena as Ambrose's song was interrupted, with a shockingly bearable sight of a naked Kevin Owens came into view. He strutted to the ring, intercontinental championship on his shoulder, staring in front at Ambrose with a sharp and piercing gaze.
Once Lillian Garcia had made the formal announcements and the announce team had shut up at the humble request of Kevin Owens, he turned around to face a very crazy looking man in the ring.
And then, the bell rang.
But the men didn't move. "You going to be a good boy, Dean or would I have to punish you?" Owens boomed, their faces inching closer.
Dean replied with a smirk and a curt response "Fuck you."
"Over my dead body," Owens growled and pounced upon the other man, sending him down to the mat with a Thesz Press. After punching him a couple of times, Kevin bellowed once again. "Now, you filthy asswipe, suck my cock and make it wet for your tight little hole! I heard you let everyone at CZW and NXT get a shot at it?"
Ambrose struggled and retaliated. "You heard wrong. I didn't suck their motherfucking cocks. I bit them all out! And as for my tight little hole, it can take your underdeveloped toe without any problem!"
The intercontinental champion seethed with fury. Trapping his arms under him, he struck Dean once, twice, thrice and kept striking his head again and again till his hand started hurting. He grabbed hold of the Lunatic's throat. "I'll show you, you pathetic moron!"
To his amazement, Dean chuckled.
Kevin saw red. Turning the other over on his belly, he hoisted Dean up on his knees before he pulled on his hair hard.
Dean screamed in agony and pain; however Kevin did not give two shits about that. He had to make the boy under him cum to win and fight his "brother" in the finals.
Keeping him in the position, he took his other arm in front to stroke his cock.
The sick son of a bitch was already hard.
"Fuck, you're really a lunatic. Well, your pain, your pleasure and my WWE World Heavyweight Championship." Saying this Owens dived down, right into the ass of the lunatic fringe.
Running his tongue up and down his ass crack, Owens knew he had his work cut out for him. He repeated his actions and then slapped the ass of his opponent.
Ambrose moaned at the sensation.
"So, the slut gets off of pain, yeah?"
"Fuck… do that again." Ambrose gulped.
"Now the slut's making demands, huh? Okay. You asked for it."
Owens brought his arm back and spanked Dean's ass again. He saw as the rosebud contracted and heard the man moan due to the pleasure the man received from the slap.
"Again!"
Kevin grew agitated already. Since when was the slut making demands? Fuck his wishes.
He dived in between the globes again, this time using his tongue to orally fuck the former US Champion. Spearing his tongue in and out, spanking the ass on occasion, he bit and nipped at the bud as his wet it with his spit. After all, the Main Course could be served only after the appetizer.
"You need to be taught a lesson!" He growled menacingly. Positioning his now hard 7 inch thick cock at his quivering hole, the Intercontinental champion forced his way inside, stretching the tight hole of the Lunatic Fringe.
He was impossibly tight and his ass held Owens' cock like a vice, the sensation bordering on being painful.
As he worked Ambrose's muscles, the man below him let out vociferous cries and guttural moans to soothe the bigger man's ego.
"Fuck yeah." He cooed as he silently brooded upon his position.
Kevin, deciding he needed better leverage, quickly retracted from the other's ass and flipped him, so he was lying on his back, then spreading his legs, running his hands down the smooth thighs of Ambrose, he pushed his big purple headed dick back inside the red hot juicy ass of Dean Ambrose.
Setting a faster and more furious pace, he almost bent the smaller man's body in half as he continued to use him like a whore to satiate his hunger, his desire.
Kevin was growing closer and closer to his peak, as the other's accommodating ass was causing wonderful sensations to fall onto his dick. He grabbed the other man's hard dick and started stroking it at an alarming pace, squeezing the balls by putting more pressure on both his thighs.
Dean squirmed beneath him, shaking his head left and right, flailing wildly to prevent his inevitable orgasm.
The crowd was on their feet in ambition. The heel looked as if he were more composed. The face looked as if he'd nut, shaking around in need and desperation.
Then, everybody gasped when Owens panted and clenched his eyes shut, as he emptied wad after wad after wad of cum into the now loosened ass of Dean. Boy, he would feel that in the morning.
Kevin stained his walls with cum and marked him, the most ultimate form of a primal gesture. He simply fell back onto the man, recovering from the amazing orgasm as well as regretting the fact that he'd let pleasure come in the way of his goal. He'd get his revenge soon.
"Ladies and Gentlemen: the winner of this match and second Tournament finalist for the WWE World Heavyweight Championship: Dean Ambrose!"
Dean slowly got up, being very careful of avoiding his raging hard on. He'd save that for later. He had one of the biggest fights of his career coming up later in the night and he was going to need everything in him to win…
Question: Do you want me to change the results of some matches so their exists some form of suspense in the story?
Also, they didn't cum because I wanted to save that for later. All other winners will reach their points too. LOL!
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