Before we start I just want to thank the amazingly talented Elextrix for all his support on this story. I have been buried in work and though he'll say we wrote it together, he put in a lot of effort editing this budding author's work. :)

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)

As "Here to Show the World" started to blare across the arena, the crowd firmly on their feet at the sight of the studly Dolph Ziggler's naked body making his way onto the ramp, slowly gyrating his flaccid 5.5 inch dick with neatly trimmed pubic hair crowning the base, much to their delight.

Stepping into the ring, Dolph slapped his thick, jiggling ass cheeks with a smirk on his face, seeing so many people in the audience whip out their cameras and cellphones to take pictures of his nude body. It didn't surprise Dolph though, since he knew his body was perfection. Heck, he wouldn't have been surprised if Tyler Breeze had also taken some discreet photos on his patented cellphone when they were backstage minutes before their match!

The attention of the audience (and the direction of their cameras) shifted as #MMMGorgeous, and Tyler Breeze's voice was heard across the arena. The King of Cuteville came into the view, admiring himself on his phone hoisted on a selfie stick. He presented the audience with a 6 inch cock, the tan lines showing clearly, as he strut to the ring, reeking of magnificence.

He bounced up on the ring ropes and assumed his carefree pose, showing the world, all that was Tyler Breeze. The similarity between the characters was striking and both were ready to show the world, who the more gorgeous one was.

"The following is a singles match, where the competitor who makes the other cum first wins! Introducing first, from Hollywood, Florida, Dolph Ziggler! And his opponent, from his seasonal residence in Monte Carlo, Monaco, Tyler Breeze!" Lilian said, before making way back next to the commentary team, ready to witness the match between Tyler and Dolph, as the bell rang to start the match.

Dolph wasn't about to waste any time, as he quickly grabbed Tyler into a headlock. "Monte Carlo, huh? That's cute, Breezey!" Smirking as he heard Tyler whine in annoyance, Dolph performed a headlock takeover, flipping Tyler onto his back. "Shame that's all you'll ever be, kid."

Feeling Tyler take control from his headlock, Dolph had to think fast of ways to get out of this erotic hold, especially when he could feel his dick start to harden from the intimate contact with Prince Pretty's naked body.

Luckily, Dolph had a good feeling that he knew Tyler better than Tyler knew himself. After all, like Dolph posted on Twitter, Dolph was exactly in Tyler's position at some point in the past. He knew what Tyler was thinking and he knew what Tyler liked, so in Dolph's mind, getting The Gorgeous One off should be easy.

Grabbing Tyler's leg, Dolph used this leverage to wriggle around and eventually position himself between the other man's thighs, getting a good view of Tyler's hardening cock.

"Looks like that selfie stick isn't the only weapon you're fond of using. How big is this thing, man? Seems like it could cause some pretty lasting damage to some lucky girl...or guy. Wouldn't you agree?" Dolph asked with a smile and some false innocence, as he waited to see how Tyler would respond, especially while Dolph started to slowly slap his tongue teasingly against the crimson head of Tyler's fat dick.

Only the Gorgeous one did not take his actions in good humor. Dolph wanted to lap his juices up like a fucking dog? He could go to Road Dogg backstage and do it.

Tyler Breeze always deserved the best.

"Say, Dolphy? Your mantra for sucking dick is quite... dismaying to say the least. How about I, give you a lesson. After all, I am the better and more upgraded model in your... kind."

"What, afraid, you'll prematurely come like an untrained preterm-ed slut?"

Tyler backhanded the showoff, effectively cutting his response off. As Dolph got up, flared up, the other man landed one perfect beauty shot to his face, laying him out.

"Now, a lesson in cocksucking," Breeze cooed, taking a page out of Damien Sandow's book. "...by your's truly, Tyler Breeze."

And with that, and alongwith a look of insatiable hunger, he crouched down and inhaled the other man's dick, before moaning around the soft flesh, running his tongue along the edges and down to the pubes, slathering his cock and balls up.

Dolph came down quickly from his dazed condition as his eyes rolled over and he bit his bottom lip to not succumb to the pleasure.

And then his eyes fell on hanging flesh. Long, hard and dripping and in hung above him, drops of pre-cum leaking and falling on his neck, chest, chin and even his mouth.

This was going to be good.

Only the Gorgeous one did not take his actions in good humor. Dolph wanted to lap his juices up like a fucking dog? He could go to Road Dogg backstage and do it.

Tyler Breeze always deserved the best.

Ziggler effectively grabbed on to the Pretty One's hips, forcing his dick down his well-practiced yet tight cavern.

Holding on to the fleshy globes in a bruising grip, he fucked his own mouth with hard, long and fast thrusts, to maximize pleasure.

Breeze quickly got the idea and was soon enough giving him was he wanted. A fucktool buried deep in his throat. Only Tyler was more forceful. He buried his dick in the Showoff's mouth, kept it there until the man begun gagging and sputtering and then took it out before ramming it inside.

Meanwhile, he played with the tight balls and rubbed his own teeth over the big purple head of Dolph's dick.

Dolph had saliva on him. Saliva from Breeze's mouth, collecting on his abs and tickling down behind his balls to his crack. Not only that, but he had saliva on him through his own gagging and spitting, the mess on his face being evident due to Tyler's now spit covered dick and balls.

It was gross for the both of them.

But damn. They hadn't been so turned on in their entire careers in the WWE.

Tyler and Dolph just couldn't take this foreplay any longer! They surprised even each other with how orally talented they were, gagging and deepthroating like an expert starlet in the porn industry. Their climax was soon reaching, and they needed something different.

"Fuck me!" The two men both yelled simultaneously, shocking the crowd and even each other with their sudden wanton desire fully unleashed.

"Hey, you was the one who was lucky enough to get a...gorgeous blowjob from the King of Cuteville!" Tyler pouted, his and Dolph's lips shining with the spit, as he hopped off Dolph's body to lay next to him on the mat. "The least you could do is give me what I want!"

"Do you even know what you want, man?" Dolph chuckled, before grabbing Tyler's saliva-coated cock in his hand. "Besides, this is already lubed up for me." And with that, Dolph lined Tyler's dick up with his tight little pink pucker, slowly feeling every inch of Tyler Breeze penetrate his ass.

"Oh god..." Tyler moaned, sweat slowly starting to drip from his body, as his hair now became a frizzy mess. Not that he even cared about this...for now, at least. "Well just...don't get anything on the face, okay? Or the hair!"

Dolph overselled his presence on the stallion, swallowing the cock up inside the body, and then spitting it out, trills of saliva hanging from his ass as trails of sweat covered his abs and dripped down on the other man's torso.

He bounced up and slammed himself down, not giving a fuck about his or Tyler's pelvis.

They had to set a fucking standard, goddamnit.

Tyler had recovered enough by this time to hoist his upper body up on his elbows, staring straight into Dolph's face, as he watched the other man bend himself backward when he started thrusting up into the wet tight cavern.

"Fuck, man! Shit, you're a pro at this!" Dolph groaned loudly as his head lolled back due to a particularly hard strike against his prostrate, his hands clutching his hair and pulling at them.

"Yeah, you like that, you obsolete piece of trash?" Tyler questioned, gasping himself as Dolph's ass clenched around him, creating a near painful but completely out of the world feeling of bliss.

"As if you don't!" Dolph sniggered back, the small victory of control still in his hands.

"I do, but..." Tyler unceremoniously retracted out of the amazing ass as he positioned himself on his knees and hands, in front of the veteran, throwing thoroughly aroused looked his way, batting his sweaty eyelashes as motivation. "I consider this to be more... comfortable."

Two could play this game.

Dolph crawled toward the other man, never shifting his gaze from the man's pucker. Just before he dove in to seek the pleasures of the clenching pucker, his eyes fell on the selfie stick.

Hmm... interesting.

While Tyler still had his face down and his ass up, Dolph quickly went over and grabbed the selfie stick before Tyler would suspect anything. Taking the furry cover off, Dolph sucked on the end of the stick to lube it up, before using it to slowly enter Tyler's eager asshole.

"That...that isn't your dick?" Tyler said, gasping when he glanced behind to see the selfie stick he loved so much shoved in his ass. "What did you do to my selfie stick?!"

"I put it in a better place...duh!" Dolph chuckled, clicking on a couple of buttons to make sure that the selfie stick would automatically take a photo within the next ten seconds or so. "I think you should continue that lesson in giving head, Tyler. Might learn a thing or two." Dolph chuckled, his dick now dangling in Tyler's face, as he slowly leaned forward to grab the selfie stick and thrust it in and out of Tyler's tight hole.

"I...hate...you..." Tyler groaned, unable to make that sound even remotely threatening, before he whorishly sucked on all six inches of Dolph's hard dick, bobbing his head frantically up and down the length of Dolph's throbbing erection, feeling it ready to burst at any second.

"Fuck yeah." Dolph moaned, leaning his head back as he used one hand to guide the selfie stick in and out of Tyler's ass, and the other hand to grab Tyler's now messy locks of hair, using that grip to thrust his pulsating cock in the warm, wet mouth of his opponent. He didn't even care that he was about to cum, now. This fuck was so worth it!

Letting out one final moan of bliss, Dolph felt cum surge from his piss-slit, rushing into Tyler's full mouth as the selfie stick just managed to hit Tyler's prostate.

Feeling Dolph's dick slowly exit his mouth, Tyler spit Dolph's cum onto the mat, despite how tempting it was to swallow every drop. But for the sake of his ego and what remained of his dignity, he couldn't let that happen.

"The winner of this match...Tyler Breeze!"

Roman Reigns vs. Dean Ambrose (Tournament Final- WWE World Heavyweight Championship)

Sheamus vs. Roman Reigns (c) (WWE World Heavyweight Championship)

With Dean's theme music gradually coming to an end, the crowd now waited for Roman's second appearance of the night, especially once 'The Truth Reigns' would start to blare across the arena again. Making his way past the zealous fans with his flaccid five inch cock, thoughts about the very prestigious WWE World Heavyweight Championship rushed through his mind. No matter if he was basically brothers for life with Dean, he was going to win the title no matter what.

Slipping into the ring, Roman and Dean smirked mischievously at each other, even when Lilian was in the midst of formal introductions for their championship match. Once the bell rang, Roman extended a hand forward to Dean. "Best of luck, my brother. May the best man win?"

Dean just smirked and took the hand, letting out a yelp when Roman pulled his body into an armdrag. He got up but got tackled again, by this time thoroughly aroused by Roman's dick as well as his hard-on being rubbed and dragged at the various parts of his body.

There were traces of pre-cum from both the dicks across their abs, pecs, elbows and knees as Dean finally rolled out from under his former team-mates grasp.

Both there chests heaved and Dean's mouth watered as he saw the Samoan's hair falling on his face.

God, he could have cum right there. Fuck the match.

Roman's condition was no different, he watched his partner's disheveled look as naughty feelings pushed into his brain.

As they charged towards each other again, Roman soon found himself on his back, gazing at the lights before he felt a weight at his chest and waist.

Dean looked down into the brown eyes as he lustfully pulled the other's head up by his hair with great force, crashing their mouths together as tongues lashed out greedily.

Neither man wanted to give up control, something the other was quite pissed about.

Dean soon grew tired of practically eating the other's face out, and looked into his eyes before crouching down to his ears, whispering sultrily, "You gonna push that Samoan dong inside this ass, you want to fuck me while millions watch around the globe?"

And then, he was unceremoniously dropped, as Reigns sat up.

"Dude! You're a fucking bottom!"

"Shit." Dean signed, groaning as his head fell back. "You are too, aren't you? Well, this is a buzz-kill..."

"Maybe we can... figure something out."

"I think I might be able to think of something." Dean smirked, remembering that since these 'matches' were now no-holds-barred (or as Dean liked to imagine it, no-holes-barred.)

Ipso facto, anything and everything was legal.

Going to the end of the ring, Dean sunk to his knees, bending over to grab a thick double-ended dildo from beneath one of the turnbuckles, showing off his plush derriere to Roman meanwhile. "Ever experimented with one of these bad boys?"

"Can't say I have." Roman said, licking his lips at the sight of the lengthy sex toy, as Dean brought it into closer view. "Never really needed it."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Dean chuckled, passing one end of the dildo to Roman. "Well for starters, why don't we lube this fucker up? I'll suck on one end. You suck on the other. Just ignore the rubber and pretend we're gagging on each other's dicks." With that, Dean engulfed as much as his mouth could take of the double-ended dildo, until he audibly gagged on it, hoping to arouse some dominance from Roman.

"Actually, man...I'd rather do something else." Roman smirked, taking the dildo away from Dean and laying on his back, spreading his legs wide open and flipping the dildo over, making sure to use the end with Dean's saliva to penetrate his tight pucker, feeling his ass slowly swallow up the first six inches of the rubber cock. "Feel free to do whatever, my man. You can shove that dildo in my ass...you can slobber on the other end of the dildo...you can even shove that dick of yours in my mouth if you really wanna." Roman said, in the midst of his aroused moans.

"Shit man, you really are a whore aren't you?" Dean sniggered, bewildered by the slutty attitude of the Samoan, which made him wonder about how big the Usos were as sluts, and where they picked up their naughty habits from.

Roman, on the other hand, was to far gone to give a damn about being called out for his 'giving' behavior. Literally taking matter into his own hands, he grasped one end of the plastic cock and began shoving it in his tight ass, grunting shortly from the pleasure.

Dean finally regained his senses and could not resist diving in to gag on the other end of the plastic cock.

Holding on to the base of the tool, Ambrose shoved the other side inside his mouth and started fucking his mouth with it, putting more and more into his orifice each time he swallowed around it. He moaned profusely, constantly sending vibrations down the other man's hole, edging on to his prostrate as he was fucked.

Roman was sweating and his hair was sticking to various parts of his pecs, and he was rocking on the dick to fuck himself on the plastic tool. Urging the other lunatic, he shifted, so that he was on his shoulders and upper back, in the piledriver position, and this gave the other man a better position for his action.

The fact that Dean's spit was pooling around and in his asshole was just another plus point.

By this time, both men were seeing stars, as Roman ordered Dean in short sharp pants, "Dean! Fuck, Sit on the bloody dong, before I push you down and shove your dick up my ass!"

"Okay, dude. As you say." Dean smirked. This was going to be better than he thought.

He slowly hoisted himself up, so that he was facing away from Roman and guided the cock to his stretched hole from eariler. The two moved in unison, Roman using his backbone and shoulders to shove the dick up Ambrose's loosened hole, while his actions pounded the fat piece of plastic into his reddened pucker.

Reigns was moaning with desire while Ambrose let out incoherent sounds to voice his arousal. As he bounced on the plastic dick, he felt the Samoan wrap his legs around his hips as he urged the other man to increase his pace.

And just like that, with one mighty hoist by Dean and a good swallow of the thick artificial cock by his sluthole, they had bottomed out, their asses making connect with each other as Reigns felt a liquid pool around his ass.

"Fuck, man. Did... fuck... did you just cum?"

"No way man, I still have a lot of stamina left." Roman could have heard the smirk in his voice. Snaking his hand around his ass, he swiped across his asscrack where the liquid had pooled, before promptly taking it in his mouth.

"Mmmm..." He groaned at the taste.

"Kevin's cum." Both of them said in unison.

"Tastes better than last time." Roman told him. Before the other could ask any questions, he simply, pushed the other off until he was laying on his back.

"I'm sorry man, I just have to have some of that fucking ass." Roman bellowed before going down. There was a renewed fire in his eyes.

Roman dove down on him, extracting the dildo before licking the cum on it and throwing it aside. And then, it was time for dessert.

Reigns ate the hole with earnest, honest hunger as he swiped his tongue across it, in it and over the rim, collecting all the delicious juices in his mouth. His hair fell upon Dean's thighs as he released the cum on Ambrose's package, using it as lube.

And then, he lowered his ass down on the ample sausage which belonged to the Lunatic Fringe.

Jumping up and down, he grunted and roared as he pulled up and pushed down, his ass constantly clenching around the dick. Dean's head thrashed back, a clear indication that he was close. After all, little Ambrose was a bottom himself and when he topped, he wished to savor it to the fullest.

Had he being the one who was getting fucked, Dean could have lasted till the other half of the century. But the foreign feeling, the warm cum-saliva mixture used as lube and the clenching ass of the Samoan Superman just bowled him over and his orgasm was soon crashing up inside the other's ass.

"The winner of this match, and the New WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Roman Reigns!"

He had done it.

He had finally done it.

Confetti had fallen down from the ceiling, and the fans were on their feet! Roman Reigns had done it! After heavily pursuing the prestigious WWE World Heavyweight Championship for the last year or so, he had finally conquered his dreams!

Dean, although he did really want to be the WWE World Heavyweight Champion, especially after coming so far in the championship tournament, was just glad that he lost to his best friend and not somebody like Kevin Owens. He wasn't exactly happy about it, but not sad either. A bittersweet moment, and Dean could deal with that.

Heading over to Roman, who had now just been handed the formerly vacant WWE World Heavyweight Championship belt by the referee, Dean gave the Samoan a tight, warm embrace. "Congrats, man. You earned it...but don't think I'm done chasing that title belt just yet."

"Wouldn't dream of it." That was enough to put a smirk on Dean's face, as he left the ring and headed off backstage, allowing Roman to celebrate his new championship.

However, as 'The King of Kings' suddenly blared across the arena, Roman realised that he wouldn't have much time at all to get accustomed with his new belt, as he could see a naked Triple H making his way to the ring with a cocky smirk on his face.

"Well done, Roman." Triple H smirked, stepping into the center of the ring before he would extend his hand out to the Samoan.

Roman, however, just couldn't trust the authority figure. From the devilish smirk on his face to the reputation that Triple H had built over the past decade or two, Roman knew that the older man wasn't to be trusted. That was why instead of giving his boss a handshake, Roman would give Triple H something that he definitely deserved...a spear.

The rush of adrenaline that Roman received, and the satisfaction of spearing his bitch of a boss was only temporary, however. As soon as Roman turned around, he was unknowingly on the receiving end of a vicious Brogue Kick from a naked Sheamus.

Now that Roman was taken care of for the moment, Sheamus swiftly turned his attention to the nearest referee, shoving the briefcase in his hand. "Cash it in, fella!" He yelled, before quickly giving his attention back to Roman.

Since the Samoan was clearly in no fighting condition, Sheamus knew that the match was as good as over. Parting Roman's thighs, Sheamus forced his seven inch cock inside Roman's loosened hole, thrusting with all his might.

Wrapping his hand around the thick girth of Roman's hard cock, Sheamus could feel drops of pre-cum on the dark head of his opponent's dick. With each powerful thrust Sheamus gave, he put more energy into jacking off his opponent's throbbing shaft.

It didn't take long for Sheamus to get what he wanted. As soon as he was able to jab his uncut cock against Roman's prostate, Sheamus could feel Roman's walls clench against him, as the Samoan squirted with cum, coating his abdomen and Sheamus' in thick gooey drops of sperm.

"The winner of this match, and the New WWE World Heavyweight Champion, Sheamus!"

All that work Roman had put into this match. All the men he had to defeat in this WWE World Heavyweight Championship Tournament. Big Show, Cesaro, Alberto Del Rio and Dean Ambrose...only to lose to Sheamus and his Money in the Bank briefcase in just a mere number of minutes.

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This is late. But I've been buried under tests and exams and all that. Again, thanks a ton to Elextrix, who helped me whip this chapter out. The next one should be up before 2nd January, so, until then Happy New Year Guys.

Oh, and I have been working on EDF so I'll be putting one more up SOON.

TLC Matches that We shall be covering-

Part 1

- The New Day (c) vs The Usos vs The Lucha Dragons: (Tag Team Championship)

- Alberto Del Rio (c) vs Jack Swagger (United States Championship)

Part 2

- Kevin Owens (c) vs Dean Ambrose: (Intercontinental Championship)

- Sasha Banks vs Becky Lynch

Part 3

- Sheamus (c) (w/Rusev, Alberto Del Rio & Wade Barrett) vs Roman Reigns (WWE World Heavyweight Championship)

- Potential after-match smut: Roman Reigns & Triple H (maybe with League of Nations too)