AN: Hey bros, next chapter is up.

This chapter is about the time Randy and Wade had that no disqualification match on Smackdown a few years ago.

If you never watched it or heard of it, its on Youtube.

Just type: Randy Orton vs Wade Barrett stairs

and it should be the first video, if not. keep looking it might be the second or third video...

Anyway, RKO-flavored-skittles: this chapter is Wade being dominated. BUT, I promise next chapter Wade is going to be doing the dominating. (Think of it as a "revenge" of this chapter).

And for everyone else: send any requests to me. ANYTHING. And i'll do it for you...

WARNING: *Dub-con/non-con (whatever you call it) *M/M "rape" *violence *sadism

DISCLAIMER: I dont own Randy or Wade (obviously), I dont own WWE (my last name aint McMahon and I'm not married yet, so...)

I just own the plot


IV. ELEVATOR

The rivalry was firing up!

The battle was getting heated and out of hand.

It's like watching a lion and a tiger rumble.

I'm battling Wade Barrett right now and shit was blown over board.

We are beating each other around the whole stadium- Hell, even the audience isn't safe.

He's throwing punches.

I'm throwing punches.

He's throwing kicks.

I'm throwing kicks.

Things are going crazy.

The damned motherfucker keeps running from me and the voices in my head are screaming.

We're throwing each other into tables and walls; the janitor is going to have a long night.

He's running away from me again.

Towards the elevator.

The people already in the elevator sees usin the middle of our brawl and almost everyone runs, except for the idiots still in there.

Get. The. Hell. Out. Of. The. Way!

Wade and I are now alone in the elevator.

We're throwing punches at each other then I headbutt him and try to smash his dumbass head through the thick walls of the elevator- unfortunately didn't work.

I got him onto the floor and started to throw punches to his head over and over again. At the moment, I am raging! I want to beat his head in!

I have a hundred voices in my head screaming: "Beat that piece of shit."

But there was one voice that grew louder than the crowd in my head.

"Humiliate him."

The voice grew louder and louder- it was screaming in my head.

I smirked at the thought.

"I'm gonna to win this battle- One way or another."

Hitting the emergency stop button, I started to rub the bulge on the front of my tights against his face.

"You like that you stupid cunt?"

Wade tried to push away but I was too strong for him.

I was hardening against his cheek.

"You know what Wade? Since your mouth got you into this mess, your mouth should fix it."

I pulled down my tights and tried to jam my cock down Wade's throat but Wade kept turning his had to the side.

At this point, I didn't give a fuck about the camera rolling inside the confined space- it actually turned me on more.

Millions of people watching Wade Barrett being humiliated like the dumb whore he is.

Barrett tightened his lips together so I wouldn't be able insert myself into his dirty throat.

I punch his nose and about 2 minutes later, he opens his mouth, desperate for air. But unfortunately for him, I slide myself between his lips.

"You bite down on me and I'll rip your arm right out of the socket."

I can see in Wade Wade's eyes that he knew I was serious and he knew I could do it.

He knows if he's permanently damaged he'll be forced to retire before he could ever be England's first World Champion.

Wade complied- Barely.

He laid there with his mouth opening- no bobbing, no sucking.

He just laid there with his eyes closed, letting me shove my cock into his mouth.

I pulled out and slapped his left cheek hard; his cheek having a perfect print of my hand.

"Suck. It."

Wade complied again, sucking and slightly bobbing his head up and down my length.

I threw my head back with my mouth open and eyes closed; I was loving this. My hips bucking slightly, causing Wade to gag deliciously as my cock was slamming into the back of his throat.

I started to thrust with all my might into Wade's throat causing him to gag loudly, gasping for a single breath.

It felt so good- so exhilarating.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

"Take off your tights."

I can see the blush that crept up Wade's neck; can see the fear in his eyes.

It aroused me more.

To see him obviously in fear- in terror of me.

It somehow made me painfully hard.

"Get your fucking wrestling tights off NOW!" I growled at him.

He hurriedly took off his tights without a word.

I can see how hard his cock was; the head leading of precum.

His eyes dodge mine but any idiot could see the arousal in his jade eyes.

"Get. Up."

He started to force himself up, but it was too slow for my liking.

I threw a hard punch to his jaw.

"Get up right the fuck now."

He gets up on to his feet in a second.

His face grew redder as he tried to cover up his manhood.

I chuckled at the sight.

He looks so titillatingly vulnerable.

"Put your hands to your sides."

He followed the order.

His face and cock redder than a pepper.

"Stroke yourself."

"Wha-"

"I said stroke yourself." I growled and gave him a deadly glare.

He started to stroke himself slowly.

I started to stroke myself also while watching him.

"Come on, do it faster."

Wade started to stroke himself in a steady pace.

His eyes closed in shame and he bit his lip hard, I guess to keep himself from crying.

Damn, I was so turned on.

"Turn around."

He slowly turned and he let out a shaky breath.

I get closer to him.

"Put your hands to the wall."

Barrett put two shaky hands against the hard elevator wall.

"Spread your legs."

He spread his legs open for me.

The sight before me was arousing, so agitative.

I smirked at the sight before me.

I just wanted to feast on him. His flesh. His vulnerability.

I got down on my knees behind him and started to kiss up his legs.

I can visibly see his legs shaking.

I got to his well-shaped bum.

I spread it apart, forcing in a single finger without lube- without spit.

I could clearly feel he wasnt a virgin.

"So I was right, someone is a dirty little no-good slut."

I pull my finger out and gave his hole a single lick.

He whimpered but it was only for half a second.

But he clearly whimpered.

I hear a hiss above me, I'm guessing he bit his lip too hard.

I stand up to my feet and spit into my hand, rubbing it on my cock.

I quickly grab his hips then quickly thrust my whole length into him.

Wade screeched into the small room.

"Ooohh yeah, you like that little slut?"

Wade just tightened his lips together, but judging from his contoured face, he was in absolute pain.

I am not planning on slowly down, I don't care how unprepared his ass is.

I start to thrust faster into him as I jam 4 fingers into his mouth.

He chokes and gags while my fingers are touching the back of his used up throat.

I thrust harder and faster, he gags louder and louder.

His hands are no longer on the wall but now on my arm trying to haul my fingers out of his mouth.

"Don't even think about it slut."

I wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing tightly.

As he's gagging and wheezing more, I heard him... Sniffle...

"I smirked."

He's crying.

Wade Barrett is crying.

Wade Barrett, the badass British Bare Knuckle Fighter was crying.

It was such a turn on.

Right then and there, I'm cumming inside him.

After I ride out his orgasm, I pull out of him then put ok my trunks. Leaving Wade bruised, beaten, and filthy.

Deactivating the emergency stop button, I walk out of the elevator; smirking.

Not carrying of the disbelief and horror in the backstage crew's faces.


Next chapter: The Locker Rooms

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