Chapter 4
I know this was originally part of Chapter 3, but I decided it was far too long and so I've turned the parts set in London into Chapter 4 (it's a little shorter than average). Sheasaro fans will like this one ;)
I enjoyed Payback even if, as usual the IWC bitched and whined and failed to see the bigger picture (if you still chant for Punk after 2.5 years...move on please).
I'm so relieved Enzo is OK but he'll be gone for a while I think. I feel like I cursed him as he debuted in Chapter 3 :( Get well soon Enzo.
PREVIOUSLY ON TOTAL SUPERSTARS:
- The Bullet Club debut on Raw. Finn is thrilled and wastes no time in catching up with old flame Karl Anderson.
- Miz and Maryse made their presence felt backstage, intimidating anyone in their path. Cesaro starts a Francophonic war with Maryse.
- Cody and Sami came to terms with their love for one another.
- Enzo Amore confessed boy trouble to Finn.
18 April 2016, O2 Arena, London, England
It was raining as expected in London's Docklands area where the famous O2 arena and former Millennium Dome was located.
Sheamus and Cesaro had just arrived from a leisurely post-gym lunch at Bodeans BBQ near the Tower Of London. Well, why not? Sheamus insisted on paying. Cesaro had admonished him for getting burnt ends in his ever-bushier beard but Sheamus didn't care. In a way, with Wade gone, it really felt like he could move on from the mess that he had caused. Nobody was perfect.
"What's up with your face?" he asked Cesaro, who was already changing into his ring attire (sans the ripping suit).
"I forgot that in ze UK Fandango gets a match cos of the stupid Fandangoing thing," complained the big Swiss.
"Oh...of course," groaned Sheamus, "I doubt very much he'll bother us though. I blocked him on my phone."
"Me too, I gave Zayn an earful about lowering his standards," smirked Cesaro, "You know he and Rhodes are a proper couple now?"
"Are they?" Sheamus raised an eyebrow, "I did wonder why Finn's not been around lately...not that it's a bad thing cos he's such a bleeding drama queen...but I'd have thought Rhodes and Finn would have dated not him and Zayn. I didn't even think Rhodes dug us gingers.."
"Stephen, he just doesn't dig you," teased Cesaro, "Vye vould you vant zat pretty boy?"
"I never said I did! Don't be so paranoid!"
"I'm only playing," Cesaro said, casually stretching and his trunks went up between his ass cheeks.
"You better be wearing pants under those," growled Sheamus.
"Nein."
"Claude...don't be such a tart. You're facing that filthy sket Miz at Payback. He'll try and get with you and then we'll have to suffer even more of him and his harpy wife."
"Maryse doesn't intimidate me," Cesaro smirked, "I haff tea on her idiot husband anyway."
"Claude, stop speaking like that. Bad enough I have to listen to Finn, Rhodes and Zayn use that lingo."
"I blame Drag Race," Cesaro said, shrugging, "Ich habe eine grosse tasse Tee auf Miz."
"OK show off," huffed Sheamus, "I think she's aware her husband's the biggest slag in professional wrestling alread though. She's just with him for the money and fame. As you said to her last week."
"I bet she doesn't know about he likes men to call him a princess and all that gross feminine kinky shit he did ven ve dated," Cesaro made a face, "If he starts shooting his mouth at us again I'm spilling every drop of tea from my time vith him to her. In French."
"Don't be messy Claude, you're better than that," Sheamus got to his feet and padded over to the imposing Swiss.
Kisses and low, grunting giggles.
"Ugh, do you have to pollute this fine city with your disgusting liplocks?" came a sneering Ohio accent as Miz made his grand entrance, complete with Maryse.
"Get out. This is the MEN'S locker room," snapped Sheamus.
"I see no men here, just a couple of ugly apes," Maryse smirked, "Babe. You're better than ze common folk. Let's go to the private locker room we've booked."
Miz hauled up his well-polished Intercontinental Title onto his gaudy Versace dress jacket.
"I will be with you shortly m'lady," he simpered at her, "If you go and make sure the roadies have our room exactly as we ordered it."
Cesaro and SHeamus exchanged incredulous looks. What planet were those two on? There was method acting and living the gimmick, and then there was delusion.
"You're not in LA now," Sheamus snorted, "And if you're 'too good' for the communal room, bugger off because we can all do with seeing less of you."
"Speak English," Miz spat at him before marching over to Cesaro.
Cesaro folded his arms and smirked. Really? Just try it. He wasn't going to let this loudmouthed blowhard intimidate him. Especially after Cesaro roasted his diva wife last week. What the heck did he EVER see in Miz?
"Kann ich ihnen helfen?" he grunted.
"Yes. You can help me Cesaro. I need my boots polishing."
Cesaro raised an eyebrow. The NERVE.
Miz unzipped his bag and pulled out his wrestling boots. Stuffed inside one was a crumpled red kimono. One he'd worn during his and Cesaro's relationship.
Sheamus was cracking his knuckles at this smug prick's sheer audacity to talk smack to his fella. He hated that Cesaro used to smash Miz. Was the big Irish brute going soft after being re-united with his Swiss lover? Maybe.
"Not touching those, I don't know vere zey've been," Cesaro snorted.
"Remember this, Claudio?" Miz had an evil smirk going on now, "Remember how you liked me to wear this for you?"
"Oui. You looked like a pig in a blanket," Cesaro clapped back.
"You enjoyed it and I still have receipts on you," Miz threatened, "Wouldn't it just KILL your career if TMZ got hold of our sex tapes."
"And vot vould Maryse think? Hearing you beg me to call you princess whilst I fucked your flabby ass?" Cesaro spat.
"You even mention anything about our sex life to her and I mean it, your Toblerone ass will be at that unemployment line so fast..." Miz snarled.
"Oh is that a threat?" Cesaro folded his arms.
"It is. And you better take me seriously Claudio. Now. Get polishing."
"I could break you in several places Mizanin," Cesaro retorted.
"And so could I if you don't hop it," Sheamus spat, wading in.
"Bye Felicia," Miz gave Sheamus a Maryse hand, "I need to talk about our Payback match."
"Stephen, I can handle myself," Cesaro assured him, "Go and get us some lunch and I'll be vith you in funf minuten."
Sheamus was about to object in the strongest possible terms but he decided to avoid creating any more drama as lately he seemed to be the resident lightning rod for it, and did as his Swiss lover asked.
As soon as the door closed, a huge smile lifted Miz's perma-tanned face. He began to undress.
Cesaro just watched him do so, utterly disbelieving. This delusional slut...!
And then he was forced onto the bench as a brief-clad Miz straddled him.
"Missed me Claudio?" purred Miz.
"Like a hole in a parachute," Cesaro snorted, "Get your fat self off me."
"So what's that in your pocket? Or are you enjoying me again?" Miz began to nuzzle and grind, "I'm so frustrated Claudio. I can't get any dick these days. Help a former boyfriend out?"
"If you don't remove yourself from me in five seconds, I am reporting you for sexual harassment," snarled the Swiss.
"Sheamus isn;t here, you can stop pretending," purred Miz, grinding some more. God he was desperate to be at the mercy of a hunk again. Acting straight was a STRUGGLE damnit. His cock was rock hard and straining his briefs to breaking point, a wet spot forming. Come on Cesaro, that spark was there, damnit. His last fuck was Wade Barrett before the Brit went AWOL. He needed some DICK!
"I am not pretending," Cesaro had had just about ENOUGH. He used his brute strength to push Miz roughly to the lino and get to his feet.
"OW!"
Miz fell ungracefully onto his ass.
Cesaro dusted himself down.
"Touch me again and I vill break every bone in your body," he threatened before storming out of the locker room.
Scowling, Miz wasn't about to be defeated. He picked himself up and charged after the Swiss.
"So you're just gonna forget everything we had Claudio? You said you loved me!" he roared after him.
"Wake up fatso, it's 2016!" Cesaro shot back, "I dumped your ass in 2014. Vot's ze matter Miz? Have you finally been through every single male in WWE bar Vince and decided to start again?!"
"You're just jealous because the best you could do is a ginger freak with a stupid fiddle de dee accent?!" screamed Miz.
Cesaro howled with derision. He almost felt sorry for Miz. His delusion was laughable. And it was actually nice to know that Miz at least regretted their split, even if Cesaro had gotten over him at least a year ago if not more.
"I am not jealous. Especially not of a low-rent slut who slept his way into this company and slept his way onto the shelf," Cesaro hit back, spurred on by the fact that he'd spotted Sami Zayn enter the corridor a few doors down, "How you still have a job here is anyone's guess when you are one of the worst wrestlers to have ever set foot in ze squared circle and you devalued the old WWE Championship to the point it had to be unified!"
Miz could do nothing but scowl.
"When will your flop ass win the big gold?!" he clapped back, "When will you main event? Oh that's right. Vince thinks you don't connect. He spilled that tea for the WORLD to hear Claudio."
"I don't see any Miz Sections in ze crowd," Cesaro shrugged, "Does anybody bar your vyfe cheer for you?"
"I am one of the best talkers in the business."
"Miz, Miz...ven zey boo you, it's called X-Pac Heat," Cesaro snorted, "Know vot zat means? It means get the fuck out, you suck at your job. Oops. You suck to KEEP your job. I may haff my faults but at least I never had to open my legs to get a contract."
Miz just sputtered and snarled, unable to form a retort.
"So...bye Felicia," Cesaro finished and strutted proudly away.
Sami was impressed. YAS CESARO.
"Wow, you read his fat ass for FILTH!" the redhead breathed.
"He bores me," Cesaro deadpanned, "I must have been insane to hit that."
"Especially after you and I.." Sami said wistfully.
"You're still sexy Sami," Cesaro smiled, "I hear you're a versatile now."
"I'm taken," Sami smiled, "Not sure I'd be up to Sheamus' standards anyway Claudio."
"Vell...if you und Cody ever fancy some European spice in your bedroom..." smiled the Swiss.
"Claudio..." giggled Sami, "Don't be cheeky."
"You und Cody make a very hot couple," Cesaro said.
"Hey babe," Cody appeared behind the redhead, wrapping his arms around him and peppering his neck with kisses. Sami giggled adorably, his eyes becoming hearts.
"Hey you," he mewled.
"Oh hey there Cesaro, lunch date with Sheamus?" Cody smiled.
"Not quite, I need to vash zis suit cos Miz just tried to molest me," Cesaro made a being-sick face.
"Ew. in that case you need to stuff it it in a lead lined casket and bury it deep underground in the centre of Death Valley!" Cody made a grossed-out face, "That mess seriously thinks he can compete with Sheamus?"
"Claudio invited us into his and Sheamus' bedroom," Sami smiled cheekily.
"Did he now...hehehe...*kiss*...*kiss*.." Cody was too busy kissing that cute rust-bristled face.
"Oh get a room," Cesaro teased
"Sorry Claudio, you know how it is when you realise you've met male perfection," Sami simpered.
"I'm going to tell Maryse the dirt on him if he touches me again," Cesaro said.
"What? You mean all that chickification mess?" Cody said eagerly.
"Yup," Cesaro replied, "She knows he likes to play vith men. But I listened in to him on ze phone to her in ze bathroom in Brussels. Their deal is she never finds out the details. But then I heard him vatch gay porn and rub one out. Disgusting."
"Ugh that'd be enough to make me want to phone in sick," Sami shuddered, "Seriously, I can't think of any dude with less sex appeal than that overweight, plastic, veneered skank who after almost a decade in wrestling still can't put on a half-decent match without his ass being carried."
"Also what ratchet mess calls people whilst taking a dump?!" Cody spluttered, "GROSS. MESS. Kermit the fat frog never fails to amaze me with his trashiness."
"I feel bad for ever calling you ze Kardashian Sisters," Cesaro said, a guilty look on his handsome face, "Now I've gotten to know you both so much more...you know whats up in this business."
"You just misplaced your shade is all," Cody shrugged, "If anyone is a Kardashian, it's Kermit. Reality star, check. Baths in St Tropez. Check. Fake teeth. Check. Talentless hack. Check. Fame thirsty? Check."
"Vot you gonna do after ze show?" asked Cesaro.
"We're heading to Soho," Sami said, "I haven't explored London's gay scene for years!"
Miz was fuming.
He was aching for male action and nobody was around to give him any. He was sure he still had power over all men! But Cesaro was too blinded by Sheamus! How was this fair?
Even Dolph Ziggler ignored his sexts and saucy Snapchats these days! But why? Before Maryse returned, he and Dolph still hooked up every now and then on the downlow. But now his long-time friend didn't want him that way anymore, preferring to stay as bros.
But Miz was a go-getter.
And he decided that he wanted some male attention. Dolph could never resist him for long. But where was he?
He tapped a text.
To: Nicky
hey Nicky ;) you at the O2 yet? xx
Buzz
From: Nicky
Sup bro...yeah just rolled in *thumbs up emoji*
Excellent.
Miz padded down the corridor back towards the locker room. He slapped the door open with his hand.
AJ Styles rolled his eyes. Yuck. The only thing souring his new life as a WWE talent was all the brazen homo action that went on backstage. Zayn and Rhodes all over each other; Karl Anderson always texting sinful shit to Finn Balor...Cesaro and Sheamus being openly gay...it was just wrong. But out of old-school wrestling respect and locker room etiquette, the Southerner had to tolerate it even if it made him extremely uncomfortable.
"Miz do you ever walk about in normal clothes?" complained Kofi Kingston.
Miz ignored him and stomped over to the corner, having spotted Zack Ryder, and, to his delight, Dolph Ziggler. His frat pack. When he wasn't plotting with Corey on the latest take-down-Rhodes plan or being the model husband to Maryse, he still hung with his boys.
"Sup bro, lost your clothes again?" joked Zack.
"No, I'm just proud enough to flaunt what I have," Miz smiled, "DO the same and it might give Mojo his modjo back."
"I don't need sex life advice from a dude who now has to pretend he's straight," Zack replied.
"Easy man," Dolph deadpanned, "Feelin' hot Mike, my man?"
"Oh, extremely," Miz shot DOlph his pearly whites, "Nicky, I need a word."
"Sure bro, is it important?" Dolph was already in his tights and tying up his now long, almost fully naturally brown hair.
"Yeah," Miz said.
"You gonna put some pants on?" Dolph raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Maryse has my bag in our private room," Miz grinned.
"How?" Zack was forever envious how his friend alwas bagged the good deals at the arenas.
"Hollywood bro, plus, well, he has the ultimate arm candy," Dolph said.
"Come on Nicky, I haven't got all day," Miz pulled Dolph out of the locker room and into the corridor.
"Jeez bro, what's the sweat?" DOlph demanded.
Miz gave him no time to reply and pinned him to the world, clamping his lips onto his fellow Cleveland native's. Dolph reciprocated, before realising that a) they were at work, and b) Maryse could find them at any minute.
"Fuck you doing?" he snapped.
"Nicky, help me out," Miz gasped, "I'm dying."
"What of?" Dolph snorted.
"Cock deprivation," moaned Miz, grinding against him desperately, "Pleae Nicky. I'm in hell here."
"Dude, you get to bang the hottest chick in the world every night and STILL you complain?!" Dolph spluttered.
"It's not the same Nicky. Please...we had a deal."
"Yeah I know bro but that was before your wife got re-hired."
"So? It's no secret she helps protect my image."
"Bro, much as I wanna, I don't want her Louboutin heel embedded in my ballbag," Dolph said, "Sorry man...HEY!"
Miz whipped Dolph's black tights down in earnest.
"Something tells me you want this?" grinned Miz, jerking Dolph's hard cock.
"Course I fucking want to bro," hissed Dolph, looking frantically at either side of the corridor, "Just...look, let's find a mens room or something. Not out here."
He pulled his tights up.
"Suits me Nicky. I'm not interested in the scenery," gasped Miz, "I owe you for this."
"Hey, anything to help a bro," shrugged Dolph.
"So why do you ignore my sexts and nude Snapchats?"
"Because bro...you shouldn't be sending them. What if Maryse sees?"
"Nicky, I'm desperate. Talk after," Miz had found the mens' room and kicked the door open with his bare foot. He hauled Dolph into a cubicle and they began to furiously make out.
"Bro," grunted Dolph between frantic kisses, "I have no rubbers or coins to get any from the machine."
"I won't get pregnant Nicky."
"I'm not an irresponsible jerk."
"Nicky, just fucking DO ME."
Miz turned around, pulling his briefs to his ankles and bent over expectantly.
Dolph decided that his cock outweighed his brain - he'd slept in a little today and hadn't bust a nut yet. And Miz could take it. They'd banged bare before. He lowered his tights and spat on his hand.
"Suck," he commanded, offereing two fingers to Miz's lips. The Intercontinental Champion devoured them, slurping desperately, coating with saliva. Dolph removed his fingers from Miz's mouth and reached back behind the 230 pounder and inserted them inside Miz.
"Ohhhh YES!" squealed Miz, "Oh fuck...she won't ever touch my ass in sex Nicky."
"Course she won't bro...cos chicks don't finger dudes."
"Oh NICKY..."
"Don't worry bro, you'll get what you need in a sec, buddy," assured Dolph, removing his fingers and spitting on his hand some more to coat his cock. He took aim and pushed into Miz's chunky round ass.
Mmmmmm oh fuck yes, his friend had such a good ass to fuck.
"OH THANK YOU NICKY!" Miz whined in desperate gratitude, "No romantic shit, just fuck me."
"Feel good bro?" growled Dolph.
Miz just nodded gratefully, clenching his hole tight and savouring the inches inside him. Make the most. He couldn't even get dildo time on the road to satisfy his needs.
After allowing his broski to adjust, Dolph began to thrust in and out hard.
"Hey babe, you seen this?" Sami asked, idly browsing his phone. He was relaxing across a couple of comfy chairs in Catering, already dressed for competition in his black tights and boots, leaning into Cody who was watching an old Harley Race match on his iPad. Cody was always studying his game and Sami adored how fully absorbed into the sport's rich history Cody was. He always watched vintage matches, Sami noted.
"Hm?" Cody grunted.
"I think Wade's having a Twitter meltdown," Sami observed, "Look."
Cody pulled off his Dre-Beats and paused the match video to read over Sami's shoulder.
WadeBarrett
your whole existence is a mockery of pro wrestling, youre only out for what you can get and have all the fans fooled
WadeBarrett
like seriously, fuck the fuck off
WadeBarrett
youre nowt but a bully who thinks he owns the place. you made grown men cry because you cant get ur own way
WadeBarrett
youre only there cos you sucked the boss's cock and opened your legs to the right lads backstage
WadeBarrett
and if you think that by fucking your ex is gonna make me jealous, think again
WadeBarrett
the only good thing is I know you won't be debuting on Raw in MY home country. Youre a dirty fucking slag mate
WadeBarrett
if only your stupid club knew they cheered for a glorified rentboy. oh btw spurs are shit.
WadeBarrett
you cost me my best mate and my career. I aint gonna let this one go fella.
"Oooh dear, Wade spilling that tea all over the place," Cody whistled, "Man...wait what's that about fucking the ex?"
"That's what caught my eye," Sami said.
"Bet ya, bet ya Finny's got Anderson's dick sliding in and out of him again," Cody said, "Funny how since the Bullet Club came along he's not brought his ass on the road anymore."
"I feel bad for Wade, y'know," Sami sighed, "I know we have no right to seeing as we both fucked his man, but...Fergal was heartless to him."
"Maybe we should check he's OK?" Cody said.
"Are you nuts?!" Sami spluttered, "We'd be the last guys he'd want to speak to...oh shit he's going off again, look, 3 new tweets."
WadeBarrett
you really are the most overrated twat in WWE. you only get cheers cos you have abs
WadeBarrett
I could post shit that would ruin your career, slag
WadeBarrett
*video*
"Oh fuck, don't do it Wade," groaned Sami, "Does he even know what he's doing?"
"What video is it?" asked Cody.
Sami tapped it.
As they suspected it was of Finn, on all fours, arse up, being fucked by Wade.
"Ohh yeah Stuart, fuck me...fuck me.."
Sami and Cody's cocks both sprung to life. Damnit Finn.
And then Finn turned to look up at Wade with a lewd grin on his pretty, sweaty face.
"Love my arse dont you darlin?"
"Fuck yeah," came Wade's growl from behind the camera.
And then the video stopped.
"Holy shit," Cody breathed, "One, why did I get a boner, and two, Wade is being ratchet."
WadeBarrett
*video*
"Oh jeez, please Wade, enough," Cody groaned, "Stop being messy."
Sami opened it.
It was perhaps the most explicit one yet. Basically it was an 'aftermath'. You get the idea. And the camera panned up to show Finn's sated face.
"I really did not need to see that," Sami sighed.
"If Triple H finds out..." Cody groaned.
WadeBarrett
yep. thats your NXT Champion guys. hope you enjoying seeing my cum leak out his sloppy arsehole.
"Oh JEEZ!" Sami facepalmed, "Come on babe, we need to find Hunter STAT."
"It's not our mess anymore," Cody said, "Wade is bringing any backlash onto himself!"
"I mean, this will end Fergal's career," Sami said, "Pain in the ass though he can be, he's still my best friend and I'd hate to see shit happen to him."
"Sami. When he finds out about us he'll scalp us bald," Cody warned, "A reality check might teach him a damn good lesson to reign in his messy ways and learn some humility...SAMI...I'm comfortable!"
Sami had hauled him to his feet and was dragging him out into the corridor to find Triple H's office.
It wasn't far. The Game was appearing on the European tour as a wrestler so he was still on the road and backstage helping run the show.
Sami knocked.
The door opened.
"Oh. Afternoon," grunted Triple H, "Look, if it's a locker room issue, I expect you two of all people to sort it yourselves."
"No," panted Sami, "I need to show you something, come on Codes."
He yanked Cody inside and the bemused Cerebral Assassin just gave up and allowed the two Amigos inside. Zayn was another of his NXT pets so he was prepared to give them time to say whatever their piece could be.
"What can I help you with?" he asked, perching on the leather seat by a desk in the corner, where his laptop was open.
"You might want to check Wade Barrett's Twitter," Sami said.
"Is he badmouthing me, Steph or Vince?" asked Triple H.
"Not quite," Sami said, "It's just...well..."
"Wade is being a hot-ass mess," Cody cut in, "He's airing dirty laundry about Finn Balor."
Triple H raised his eyebrows.
"Stuff that could damage Fergal's career irretreivably," Sami insisted.
"What sort of stuff?" asked Triple H.
"He is slandering Fergal, accusing him of being this and that," Sami explained, "And then he's gone and posted some revenge porn."
"WHAT?!" bellowed The Game.
"It's true," Cody said grimly, "See for yourself."
Hunter went to his laptop and opened up Wade's account on Google Chrome.
A deathly silence filled the room as he read and digested the tweets.
"Don't open the videos!" Sami cried.
Too late.
Triple H had already seen far, far, far too much more than he'd ever wanted of his best signing in years.
Cody and Sami facepalmed. Oh dear God. The boss had just seen Finn getting fucked and the rest. This was TOO MUCH.
"Is there any weight to these accusations Barrett is making?" Triple H demanded.
"You tell me," Sami said out the side of his mouth.
"SAMI.." hissed Cody out of the side of his.
"Well," mouthed Sami, "Look at his forehead. Sweating."
"WELL?!" roared the Game, shocking the boys to attention.
"No," Sami said airily, "Wade's just running his mouth."
2 new tweets.
Hunter clicked it.
WadeBarrett
and how about this for size
WadeBarrett
ladies and gents, meet the real wwebalor
*photo*
Said photo was a Snapchat screengrab. Of Finn on his back, arse up, grinning into the camera, and atop him was a clearly naked Karl Anderson. The caption read 'Miss my ass yet? *hand out emoji* *wink emoji* *middle finger emoji*'
"WHAT?!" Sami cried, "So it's true?! Anderson is smashing him again!"
"ENOUGH!" bellowed Hunter, so powerfully it made Cody and Sami jump, "I DON'T CARE WHO'S FUCKING WHO! What the fuck is this? Why is this going on?!"
"Not our fault Wade's acting like a bitter mess," Cody protested.
"We wanted to bring it to your attention, boss," Sami pleaded, "For Fergal's sake."
"He's your damn friend isn't he? Why the hell can't you just act like motherfucking GROWN MEN instead of high schoolers?" Hunter was pacing the room, in a sweat now. How the heck were they going to damage control this? Stephanie would hit the roof! And now his phone was ringing.
The Game checked it. Finn.
"GET OUT!" he barked at Sami and Cody, "Report to Carrano immediately and I'll deal with you two later."
"Yes boss," Sami said meekly, "Come on.."
Cody wordlessly followed him out.
Once the door closed, Sami collapsed against the wall.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"You didn't need to go to Hunter," Cody scowled.
"And let TMZ get hold of this? The dirtsheets would have an absolute field day," Sami said, "This could RUIN Fergal's career and damage the business!"
"Maybe Devitt shouldn't be such a ho and then karma wouldn't have bit his messy ass?" Cody clapped back, "I'm struggling to sympathise. Wade and I used to be buds ya know."
"Only for that Youtube show?" Sami snorted.
"We used to work out together," Cody said, "Point is Sami...Devitt made a total ass out of Wade and now he can pay the price. Don't dish it out if you can't take it."
"Whose side you on?!" erupted Sami.
"Nobody's. The protecting our noble business side," Cody said, "Sami...babe...I know Devitt was our friend."
"He still is! We're just giving him space!" Sami cried.
"What's more important to you? Still having a job tomorrow or worrying that he still has one?"
"Cody you can't be serious? Where's your loyalty? You should know that us pro wrestlers have a brotherhood."
"I also know that Devitt likes to stir up shit for his own amusement," Cody said, "Look Sami. As much as he's been a big part of our lives, you have to look at the wider picture. This is WWE. Not the indies. I bet there's about a billion threads on Lipstick Alley and Bossip and stuff about Finny already.."
"You still care about Fergal cos you said Finny."
"Whatever," Cody shrugged.
"Put this another way, what if Wade starts spilling tea on us?!" Sami cried, "He might only just be getting started!"
"He wouldn't be so stupid.." Cody snorted.
"Really? Let's check out his Twitter shall we."
WadeBarrett
is this a familiar sight to you StardustWWE iLikeSamiZayn? wwebalor
*photo*
A photo of Finn doing the typical twink slut pose, nude, chest down, arse up to the heavens. And tongue out his mouth in a manner that would make Miley Cyrus proud.
Cody felt sick.
Wade you bastard. What was he even going to gain from this?
"See?" Sami said grimly.
Thundering footsteps and a red-faced Karl Anderson appeared.
"Triple H in there?" he growled, chest heaving in and out.
"Oh well, if it's not the company's new porn star?" Cody snarked.
"Excuse me?" Karl raised an eyebrow.
"Real classy, sending mid-fuck Snapchats to Finny's ex," Cody went on, back on his soapbox (as usual), "What exactly were you hoping to acheive?"
"Barrett treated him like a damn trophy. Not that it's ANY of your business?!" erupted Karl.
"It is my business for several reasons," Cody replied, folding his arms, "One, you're fucking one of my best friends.."
"Only because you threw him in the garbage for Zayn!" argued Karl, "When's the last time EITHER of you spoke to him, huh?!"
"We're giving him space, actually, Anderson," Sami cut in, "And now his old New Japan buddies are here, he doesn't miss us."
"Actually, I've held the poor bastard as he's cried his eyes out over you two," snarled Karl, "It's cool you want to be with each other legit, but you could have done it another way instead of putting him in the fucking friendzone."
"He's only dropping L-bombs along with his jizz cos he's using you to get at us," Cody clapped back, "Get with the programme Anderson."
"LOOK!" Sami bellowed, shocking them both, "Can you two stop bitching like a couple of high school homos and look at what the real fucking problem is here? Fergal's ex has spilled all his fucking tea in the public domain. He's tagged me. He's tagged Cody. He's put up a fucking sex tape that shows Fergal's face! And he's just put up your face as well Anderson which is why you're here in the first place isn't it?! Triple H is going nuclear in there trying to do damage control."
Indistinct shouting, clearly that of a heated phone call, came from within.
The door flew open at that point and fuming Hunter emerged. He was scarlet in the face and looked terrifying.
"INSIDE. AND YOU ANDERSON."
The three men stomped back into the office and the door slammed shut behind them. They perched on the small couch.
"I should fire all three of you right now for this shit," he snarled, bearing down on them from the coffee table, "Thankfully, I have managed to order Barrett to take down his tweets. But a lot of money is going to have to exchange hands now to prevent any of those motherfucking dirtsheets from leaking this."
"Excuse me," Cody said, folding his arms, "But it's not our problem Barrett wants to act a mess."
"Backchat me again Runnels and your ass won't touch the ground," barked the Game.
"You can't fire me! I'm a Rhodes!"
"Your name means jack shit to Vince right now," snapped Hunter, "For this, say goodbye to any wins in the near future."
"Whatever," Cody folded his arms.
"As for you Zayn, you are lucky you and Owens are enough of a draw to keep you on the Payback card," Hunter hissed at the redhead before finally rounding on a red-faced Karl, "Anderson. I expected better from a veteran like you. Well your little boyfriend will not be debuting next week as planned."
"What about Fergal, boss?" Sami asked meekly.
"He is being removed from that title. Joe will take it in a live event this week and that's that," Hunter said, "If he wasn't the biggest draw in NXT he'd have been fired for this on the spot. I am SICK of having to listen to complaints about him. And you two (he glowered at Cody and Sami). If you don't get your acts together fast and start behaving like grown professional wrestlers fast, then every single one of you will be airbrushed from the company and the Network. Cody Rhodes, Stardust, Sami Zayn and Finn Balor will have never existed in WWE at all if this continues."
A ringing silence fell.
Cody and Sami exchanged a look.
"I'm sorry boss," Karl said.
Hunter sighed heavily and began to pace the room.
"Look," he said, "I know that nobody can control what others post on social media. But it's the provocation and general attitude backstage that I don't like. Our social media team are gonna have a hell of a job to erase this sorry mess from cyberspace. Anyone could have screenshotted those tweets. If I ever see anything like this again though...I mean it...all of you involved will be fired and removed from WWE history. Now get out. All of you."
Wordlessly, the four men rose to their feet and left the office.
"I'm sorry for dragging you Anderson," Cody grunted.
"Yeah whatever man," Karl replied.
"We're not salty you and Finny are dating," Cody continued, "In fact it's made it easier for us to confess our relationship to him."
"Dev and I go back a long way," Karl replied, "I care fuckloads for that guy."
"Anyhoo, we need to go and look at the nuts and bolts of this sorry situation," Sami sighed, "Come on babe. Anderson, we'll catch up over a beer sometime. Laters."
He took Cody's hand and led him down the corridor. Ah, there was the side exit that led to a smoking area. He pushed the emergency exit bar to open said door and wandered outside.
Cody fumbled in his workout shorts for his cigarettes and pulled two out. He sparked them both up and handed one to Sami.
The redhead took it and after a couple of hacking coughs, took to it fairly easily.
"Fuck," he breathed, "What a mess."
"I'm gonna call Finny," Cody said, "We should get this over with here and now."
"In person would be better?" Sami said.
"No. He can't scratch our eyes out over air waves," Cody said, "Sooner he knows, sooner he may clean up his act."
He had Facetime open and already dialling.
It rung.
And rung.
Until finally, Finn's face appeared in the screen.
"Oh. Remembered I exist?" he snarked.
Cody rolled his eyes.
"I'm not here for any fuckery, there's enough of that already on Twitter," he said, "Firstly. We know about you and Anderson and that's cool. Secondly..."
Sami appeared next to him.
"Hey Fergal."
"Oh. Hi." Finn wasn't having any of it. He was SO done with them. They wanted to use and abuse him, that was their prerogative. He really thought Sami and Cody cared about him. But now Karl was back in his life, he didn't need them at all. He was trying his best to get over them but it was tough. But he was not about to give them the satisfaction.
"Finny, look, gurl...we're truly sorry but we felt you needed some space," Cody explained, "Sami and me.."
"I thought so. Well our Amigos thing was fun. Bye.."
"Fergal Devitt, grow the fuck up for once in your life and ACCEPT THE FUCKING TRUTH!" Sami snarled, "You can't help who you fall for and like it or lump it, I'm in love with Cody."
"And I am in love with Rami," Cody said.
"Until Stephen Amell shows his mug," snarked Finn, jealousy oozing from every syllable, "Love to stay and hear about your amazing sex life but I need to wipe me arse."
He raised his phone to let them both know that yes, they had called him whilst he was in the bathroom before hanging up.
"Still he flashes us some peen," Cody snarked, "Well that was pointless. Jealous bitch."
"Cody, darling," Sami said, "You know what a stubborn, pain in the ass Fergal can be. Plus, you said it, who calls whilst on the john? Didn't you say it was ratchet?"
"Well yeah, but.." Cody said, "Why is it always everyone's fault but his own? Every time we've had drama, it's always been my fault or cos of his past blah blah blah. Rami, honey...this stops now. Fergal Devitt is thirty fucking four years old. Time he owned his fucking shade for once."
His phone was ringing.
Finn wanting to Facetime.
"Answer it!" Sami urged.
"What?" Cody grunted.
Finn looked almost pitiful.
"So it's true?" he said.
"Yep."
"Have you had feelings for Sami long?"
"A while."
Sami nudged him for the adolescent one-word responses.
"So why did you have sex with me in Dallas?" Finn looked hurt.
"Because I thought it might take your mind off Wade and just settle you down. And then you went and humiliated the poor fuck on live TV, using Sheamus to do your dirty work in front of millions across the globe," Cody said, "You promised me you'd stop making drama and then you went and did that. Felt like you betrayed us just to feel like That Bitch."
"Cody, you made me fucking speak Gaelic whilst you were inside me."
"Yeah OK Fergal," Sami said, a jealous note of his own in his voice evident, "We get the picture. Do you think we liked seeing Anderson balls-deep in your ass on fucking Barrett's Twitter? Not really how we would have liked to have found out you got back with your ex. And that was spiteful."
"So? Bennett used me for a leg-up, and when it was apparent his career was flopping, he realised that he was stuck with me so dumped me on Cody and Paige all the time. Of course I started feeling things for Cody - he's beautiful *sniffle* and you're a very lucky man, Rami. Extremely. *sniffle.* But it stung moire to know that despite all the things Stuart Bennett told me, he was just like all the other men. Wanted to keep his dick wet using Finn Balor's arse in the hope of elevating his shitty career. I was his last chance saloon. I really loved him! But I was kidding myself it was all just smoke and mirrors...I haven't told Ma or Da the full extent of this...they're mad at me for throwing away a good man to play with my friends...I really thought you two loved me for me. I was even hoping for us to be a closed, official Triad...but I was kidding myself AGAIN. I saw the sparks fly between you two and...Dallas was just that final hope that I could still be involved with you boys. Rami hasn't been near me in weeks cos of me still being in fucking NXT."
"Fergal, don't ever doubt how much I care about you," Sami said fiercely.
Cody wiped his blue eyes as they were getting dewy. He could see the pain etched in Finn's pretty face as he finally confessed his long-burning insecurties about his entire relationship with Wade potentially being a fraud. Cody was naturally sceptical and could easily have dismissed this as a pack of lies just to get them back on side. But the way Finn's voice shook, even over Facetime, and emotions were written all over his face.
"And don't ever doubt me," Cody replied, "We still want to be Amigos."
"It won't work!" Finn was starting to cry, "I'll just be the unwanted third wheel. It's fine...I have Karl now...luckily he doesn't hate my guts for leaving him and I never truly stopped loving him."
"Finny...we formed the Amigos when you were still with Wade."
"Not the same..." Finn sobbed, "Look I should go. Raw's on soon...I'll watch for you both."
"Fergal, you may be bouncing your fat ass on Karl's Machine Gun again but you ain't getting rid of us that easy," Sami sassed.
"He's right," Cody said, "Like it or lump it, you're still an Amigo. And we're not the kind of bitches who'd leave their friend for a man."
"I guess...maybe once I finally get called up *sniffle*...we should do a double date...you two, Karl and I..."
"That'd be nice," Sami said, "Oh God, damn you Fergal, you're getting me teared up now. Don't like seeing you cry."
"How is Karl?" Finn asked, wiping his streaming green eyes.
"He'll be wanting to speak to you," Cody said, "Go speak to your man. Rest your cute head and we'll call you tomorrow."
"Please...I feel so lonely here in Orlando," Finn sniffed, "I don't have anyone down in NXT. Not like you two. Or Enzo and Cass. Seeing you all move up without me really hurt. And I hate that I can't even see Karl..."
"Well we'll let you go," Sami said, "Call tomorrow. Take care."
"Yes Finny, take care. Make sure you look pretty for Karl," smiled Cody.
"WIll do...miss you both...bye." He blew two kisses at the screen before hanging up.
"Man," Cody breathed, "I know I should have told him the Wade mess but...not after seeing him break like that."
"Trust me, that's one heck of a breakthrough," Sami sighed, "We will see a different Fergal when he gets that call up he so desperately wants. Remember how he was in the early days with Barrett? That's him when he's happy. He needs us, Cody."
"But if he makes even one shred of drama, then that's it," Cody said.
"He won't. Karl made him very happy in Japan and I think that will really cool him off considerably."
"So how do we sort this Wade shit?" Cody was lighting another cigarette.
"Well I'm just checking his tweets and they've all been deleted. Done a tumblr search whilst you were talking to Fergal and they seem to be scrubbed too...wow the social media team here are good...nothing on dirtsheets. Even Bossip and LSA weren't showing stuff. I think it'll be fine."
"Hey, Seth survived DickPicGate," Cody said, "Maybe we overreacted. After all, who's the bitter hack in all this? Hang on. Why am I not dragging Wade by his monkey ears for this?!"
"Oh yaaaaaas, I love it when you roast a bitch," Sami said with relish.
"The Fugly Monkey just crossed the wrong bitch," Cody said, dialling Wade and putting him onto loudspeaker.
"What?" growled the Preston accent.
"Wade. We get it you're pressed about flopping but seriously? Nice try. Last time a huge draw got their nudes leaked they ended up WWE World Heavyweight Champion so actually, you may have just given Finny a career boost cos fans will be talking about him even more now. BACKFIRE!"
"Oh go fuck yourself you lisping fairy. When's the last time you were on the box?" shot back Wade.
"At least I'm still employed instead of being sad case sat at home jobless on Twitter, licking his wounds and posting revenge porn, which by the way is a felony nowadays," Cody replied, "And by the way, your fucking technique looked average at best. All you did was give him excess gas judging by the post-fuck vid."
"Really? Well you and the rest of the WWE are welcome to the little slag. Not like he ever did owt for me, I had to do all the work."
"I'm afraid I have some bad news, talent is not sexually transmitted Wade," Cody reminded him, "You could fuck Finny's brains out all day every day and still not absorb one molecule of his mat skills, psychology, ring awareness or his charisma. So using him wasn't the career boost you were so bargaining for. You may have got King Of The Ring but really, you were still jobber to the stars. I mean, you were never an amazing wrestler yourself, and well...in looks...I mean, really, what would a hottie like Finny want with a Neanderthal partial evolution like yourself? No wonder he came to us. Well, I hope your new career at Burger King goes well. And yes, I will want fries with that. Oh and service with smile please or I'll have yo ass fired. Kisses. KThanxBAI!"
He hung up and blocked Wade's number.
"You used AJ's insult...I can't even," Sami shook his head.
"Never has that phrase been more appropiate," Cody said, "Even I can see the bullshit. He always did do the most with all the flowers and big gestures when I know that he ain't about that life."
"Yeah, can't say I ever saw Barrett as the suave Mr Romantic before he and Fergal hooked up," Sami said.
"Still, he can do what he wants now cos he knows nobody will take his ass seriously," Cody assured Sami, "We'll be fine. Fans like Finny far more than boring dullard Barrett."
In their Docklands hotel room, Sheamus and Cesaro were on the bed. Naked and horny, already twenty minutes into some heavy foreplay.
Cesaro was kissing him, holding him down, moaning against his lips, having just reluctantly broken a delicious 69.
"God damn it," whispered Sheamus, "Why do I have to keep wrestling you in tag matches?"
"Because it turns me on," Cesaro purred, "I almost took my trunks off and mounted you right there in ze middle of ze O2!"
Sheamus grabbed Cesaro's bubble butt and massaged the cheeks.
"Oh yes Stephen.."
"Can I fuck you now?" snarled Sheamus.
"Do you need to ask Stephen?" moaned Cesaro. He rose to his knees, keeping his thighs firmly beside Sheamus' abdomen, his cock leaking precum all over the ivory-skinned man beneath him...this felt SO good, Sheamus' tip was teasing his hole and getting him unbelievable worked up!
"I love you Claude, fuck I do.."
"I love you too Stephen...I love you...*low chuckle*...I...*kiss*...love...*kiss*...you.." The Swiss was kissing SHeamus deeply again. He stroked Sheamus' bushy beard, trying to neaten it. Having this against the inner cheeks of his ass whilst that rough tongue devoured it...NOTHING compared. Any man wanting to give a good rim job must have facial hair, the Swiss deduced.
"Sit on me face you wee hussy," Sheamus hissed.
Cesaro was more than fucking willing. He wriggled around, popped his ass out, really showing the fluidity of a typical twink and moaned and whined loudly as he felt the pleasurable brushing tickle of the beard against his Veeted ass cheeks and the caresses of the elder man's tongue get to work on his entrance.
He grabbed his phone and set it on the oh-so-conveniently-nearby windowsill, pressing video on selfie mode. Oh yes. Both their bodies were fully visible and man did Cesaro look hot, twerking his muscular ass over Sheamus' face, his long legs bent and sinewy arms gripping the duvet either side of the pale Celt.
Like the natural bottom he now truly was, the big Swiss smoothly crawled forward, keeping his ass up and back dropped, signalling to Sheamus he was ready for a fucking.
Sheamus reached for the lubricant bottle, coating two fingers and gently beginning to prep his excited man. His eyes travelled the room around the shining, desperate Swiss in front of him and he saw the phone...
"Claude.." he hissed.
Cesaro just turned around to look back up at him with the wickedest grin, "You can't stop me Stephen."
Sheamus wasn't even going to fight it. Ah fuck it, half the roster had sex tapes.
"Ohhh yeah...vont you so bads.." moaned Cesaro loudly, pushing back onto Sheamus' fingers.
"You'll get me...you'll get me."
Sheamus was coating his cock liberally.
Ugh he hated this bit, especially taking the Swiss from behind..the view was too erotic for words. Was worse when mirrors were around and he could watch himself take that ass. Caused cumming to occur far too soon.
SLowly he pushed inside...sssh Cesaro stop playing to the camera...but those cheeks, within seconds, where flush with his pale white pelvis.
And then he began to fuck. Hard.
"Oh STEPHEN!" cried Cesaro, pushing right back and showing off his power bottom chops for the camera, "Oh YEAH! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Yeah..." growled Sheamus, slapping Cesaro on the ass and really getting into it now, "Like that?"
"LIKE THAT! Oh yes! Oui...oui oui...you're the best I;ve ever had Stephen, don't stop.."
SMACK.
SMACK.
The bed crashed and groaned under their weight and the force of their heated coupling. They were fucking as hard and and as fiercely as Sami and Cody were the night they finally confessed their true feelings. Sweat was already sheening on their huge bodies.
Cesaro made a beautiful S shape as he leaned up then back to steal desperate kisses...and he noted how fucking AMAZING this hit his prostate. This position really was fucking good...almost as good as riding Sheamus' dick and not stopping until he sprayed Sheamus' chest.
Sheamus threw him down.
"Face down. Arse up!" he commanded, accent thicker than ever.
Cesaro obeyed as Sheamus almost stood upright, using his powerful thighs to support himself as he continued to nail the strong Swiss through the mattress.
NEXT TIME ON TOTAL SUPERSTARS:
-Sami and Cody's love continues to blossom. Will Finn truly accept them as a couple?
-Sheamus and Cesaro's rekindled lovelife leads to even bigger risks.
-Miz and Maryse continue to cause trouble backstage.
-And has Wade truly been silenced? Or will his petty act of revenge come back to haunt the boys?
You know Cesaro will want EVERYONE to see his sex tape cos as we can see, he's picking up more minx qualities every day. And tbh, who wouldn't want to see a Cesaro sex tape?
Sorry that it;s nothing 'new', but I'll get to the post-Payback shenanigans in the next chapter. I just felt a 22k word chapter was far too much and extra-long chapters always worked out badly in WRW. Hope you all liked it anyway! xx