Chapter 11
13 July 2016, Orlando, FL
"THAT...I WANNA FIND THAT SCOTTISH PRICK AND 1916 HIM INTO SOME PALLETS!"
The Irish-accented scream rang through the WWE Performance Center like a klaxon.
"What on earth?" spluttered Matt Bloom, FKA Jason Albert/Tensai/A-Train/Prince Albert, head coach, who'd been leading the Cruiserweight Classic competitors through some drills whilst the NXT talent observed.
"Sounds like Finn," Robbie Brookside added.
Bayley got to her feet.
"I'll go..." she said, acting quick before someone got into deep trouble for disrupting training. She sprinted away from the ring and across towards the gym, where the shout came from.
Finn Balor was pacing the gym, having just checked Twitter between squat repetitions. And he'd seen something that did not sit well with him. He was hissing through his nose.
"Hey...what's the matter?" Bayley asked.
"CALVIN HARRIS IS A WART!" screamed Finn.
"Wha..." Bayley started laughing. There was her thinking someone in wrestling had legit screwed him over! And she bet she knew what this had something to do with. Finn may have been all over Dangerous Woman, but Bayley knew who his real fave was. The all-conquering blonde who many loved to hate - Taylor Swift. He'd gone to see the 1989 tour with Nikki Bella and John Cena at the end of last year! Plus he had a replica 'no its becky' tee. It was common knowledge within the company that the former NXT Champion was also a massive Swiftie. He was just jumping on the Ariana Grande bandwagon because Zack Sabre Junior, himself a huge Ariana stan, had dragged Finn for 'defecting' to Taylor!
"It's not funny Bayley!" spat Finn, "LOOK at him, bitching like a kween all over Twitter, trying to stir up the Katy Perry shit again. He's just bitter because she found someone with a talent other than posing in some Calvins and DJing."
Bayley was doubled over in mirth. Oh Finn. Sometimes he took the stupidest stuff WAY too seriously. If it wasn't Lego...it was his precious Taylor. If only his hardcore male fans knew what he was really like.
It was bad enough the other day when TMZ leaked some suspicious photos of certain WWE talents in states of undress outside in a gay bar in Orlando.
Finn, Nick Miller, Bayley, Dash Wilder and Carmella all had been papped. Along with CWC talents Zack Sabre Junior, Noam Dar and former WWE talent Cody Rhodes.
All WWE personnel involved had been formally disciplined for embarrassing the company, whilst Zack and Noam had received a very stern ticking off as they were still independent workers. Cody meanwhile, had escaped scot-free, but the company was now ardently pursuing the rights to his last name.
It had taken some sterling work by the company's PR team to convince TMZ to wipe this story from their site.
"What's actually happened?" asked Bayley, "Not been on my phone all morning."
"BASICALLY," erupted Finn, "Turns out Taylor co-wrote This Is What You Came For and wants to be acknowledged and he's decided to drag her and make it about his poor pathetic arse, claiming she 'buried Katy'."
"Oh right, so usual big problems in the world," Bayley snorted, "It's just pop music Finn."
"IT'S MORE THAN THAT!"
"OK OK, don't bite my head off! Jeez..." sighed Bayley, "Finn. No. No. Put the phone down."
Angry tapping.
wwebalor Hi CalvinHarris, get a talent other than posing in your pants and then throw shade *kissy emoji* *nail paint emoji*
His notifications went BANANAS.
Fans were expressing amusement, incredulity and derision in equal measure. Many 'stans' were doing the usual 'SCREAMING' 'dead' 'omfg' type tweets, whilst hardcore indie, long term fans were going off on Finn, calling him a fag.
"What have you done?" Bayley sighed.
"Dragged him myself," Finn said, doing 'Sassy Girl emoji' with his hand.
"Why?" Bayley demanded.
"Because NOBODY, especially bitter exes, comes for Taylor on my watch."
"Finn, you could get into trouble again. We barely got out of the night out mess alive!"
"Meh that's just people being heteronormative and ignorant of the fact that GAY PEOPLE work here," Finn said, "They can't silence me forever."
"BALOR!" came a roar as a fuming Matt Bloom stormed in, "OFFICE. NOW!"
Finn rolled his eyes.
"I told you," Bayley was facepalming hard, "I told you.."
"I can handle it. He'll just give me a spanking and then job me to Shinsuke a few more times. I'm a big boy Bayley."
He sashayed defiantly away and towards the meetings office.
"SIT!" barked Matt.
Finn did so.
"Explain," Matt snarled.
"I'm not allowed to express my opinon on my own Twitter?" Finn folded his arms.
"Not when it could make you and the WWE look BAD, how do you think our sponsors would see it?!" Matt bellowed, "How many more times are you going to embarrass us on social media?! Triple H is already considering forcibly handing entire ncontrol of your account to the social media team until you can be trusted!"
"At least I'm not violating the Wellness Policy unlike SOME golden boys," sassed FInn.
"HEY! Enough!" roared Matt, "I don't care how long we've been friends, Fergal! WHile you are at work, I am HEAD COACH and YOUR BOSS. I am not accepting any more responsibilty for your antics. Grow the fuck up and stop acting like a teenager! Have you any idea of the damage the TMZ club crap could have done for the NXT brand?"
"Because some of us fancied a night out and wanted to be OURSELVES in a safe space? Oh EXCUSE US."
"No. I'm not going through this again. Take that tweet down and formally apologise to Calvin Harris."
"FINE. Big brother is watching me."
"Have you forgotten the crap we took after you did your entrance at the Reading Festival with a rainbow flag? Look..." Matt softened his tone a touch, "I know how you feel, and how badly you want to come out publicly...you're too valuable a talent to risk tarnishing your brand. You are NXT's number one draw. Just...try and keep your business head on. And keep that Irish temper in check."
"Can I consider me arse spanked?" Finn sucked his thumb.
"OK get the hell out of here..." Was that a hint of a smile on the big coach's bearded face? Perhaps.
"Yes sir...Daddy. HEHE!" Finn sashayed out with one of his adorable signature giggles.
"RIGHT HERE, THIS IS WHAT WE CAME FOR!" came a voice that could strip paper off walls.
"Out my way Aries."
"Awwwwww did your precious white rat get dragged? Truth hurts, the time's come to expose her fake ass," Austin sneered.
"Amazed your geriatric self even knows who Taylor is," Finn clapped back.
"Bitch I live in LA. I've rubbed shoulders with the Kardashians. Khloe once liked one of my tweets," Austin smirked, "Better hope Kim doesn't wade in and spill the hot tea on your fave...the snake that she is."
"Dance around this, bitchface," Finn flipped him the bird.
"How's your callup going?" sneered Austin.
"Stop speaking to me."
Finn wasn't here for this.
He rounded on Tom Phillips, who was following Austin like a lovesick puppy. Pathetic. And why was Tom continuing growing out that facial hair?
"Here we go again, in your fantasy, you can try it all, but you can't be me," he sung at the commentator.
Tom just gave him a 'dafuq?' face and snorted.
"Aries you so obviously want to climb onto my dick you're forcing your lackey to look like me," Finn sassed.
"Oh PLEASE, you look like a frog!" Tom piped up.
"Bye Felicia," Finn was DONE.
WWE Draft, Smackdown, 19 July 2016
Sami Zayn wandered into the arena.
He'd been dreading today. The Draft was upon them. A day that could change careers considerably. And who was going to be joining them from NXT?
It hadn't been a great month for the 32-year-old redhead. His birthday could have gone better. He'd eaten a loss on TV, and not only that, Tye Dillinger had called things to a halt already. Sami had tried not to be bitter. But he couldn't help it. He didn't blame Tye. The Perfect 10 had gently taken him aside and told him that it would do Sami more harm than good to go straight into another relationship, because he could see Sami was hurting from losing Cody, and the redhead was also still harbouring (though he fiercely denied it any time it was brought up) pained feelings for Neville, who'd made his comeback at last week's Smackdown tapings in a dark match. Tye had decided he wasn't going to fuck Sami's head up anymore than it already was.
Sami had lost his shit at that point and told Tye he was just afraid of commitment.
Tye had stood his ground and said no, Sami just needed to confront his demons.
So the last thing Sami wanted to see once he'd chucked his bags in the locker room was Paige and Alberto Del Rio making out.
WHY?! Why were people out to rub his snout in it lately? It was like the world was united in gloating to Sami Zayn about their amazing lovelives whilst his perpetually sucked.
But Sami's quick temper got the better of him.
"Get a fucking room!" he snapped.
They flew apart.
Paige's cheeks went pink.
Alberto scowled at him menacingly.
"Leave it..." the young English girl said to her boyfriend, "Samuel."
"Saraya."
"Didn't know you were there..."
"We're at work. Save it for your fucking hotel room."
Sami wasn't here for this. He just wanted to hide in a corner and shut out the world. Why him?! He'd blocked his ex Cody on Twitter but was still stalking his tweets daily. Stephen Amell this, new bookings that. UGH. Seriously Cody just did the most these days. This was someone who had to be forced onto the social networking site in the first place.
He stormed off before Paige could retort.
Scruff buzzed.
OK Sami should probably stop hooking up with randoms after house shows but at least for an hour every night he could feel desirable and wanted by a man.
He shoved his phone into his shorts pocket and padded into Catering.
Cesaro was filling a plate at the buffet table. God he was so delicious.
No Sami.
Stop the thirst.
Maybe he should go celibate. Being a hoe wasn't his style anyway; he'd just ended up this way because he craved contact and intimacy so much. Tumblr only served to fuel this further - why didn't fangirls thirst for him the way they did for Finn, Dean or indeed anyone else on the roster? He was always seen as 'innocent and pure'. They called him 'Sunshine Sami' for God's sake! Even Becky Lynch called him it these days!
His last two hook ups had told him he was one of the best fucks they'd had in ages! He could ride dick like a fucking Harley. And still people couldn't see past his flat cap. Adhering to this cultivated self-image had served him well so far to fans, but hadn't exactly found him the man of his dreams yet.
"Hey Claudio," he smiled.
"Sami, how are you? Sorry again Dillinger didn't verk out," the Swiss said.
"Dreading this draft," confessed Sami.
"I just hope I get sent to Smackdown. I'm sick of the Authority shit," Cesaro said.
"But you realise Sheamus will be a Raw pick and you may not see him," Sami replied.
"THe only thing that would make being drafted to the Stephanie show bearable vould be if Stephen is there. Oh and you. I never tire of seeing you," smiled the Swiss.
"Claudio..." Sami's brown eyes sparkled.
"You're one of my closest friends," Cesaro said, "And I hate seeing you so sad and lonely."
"All I want is a boyfriend," Sami sniffed, a tear leaking down his cute bearded face, "I loved Ben so much...do you know how much it KILLS me to even look at him now he's back?! Why did I push him away?"
"Because he couldn't give you vot you needed," Cesaro said.
"He did though!" sobbed Sami, "I was just being a fucking princess, bitching about what I didn't have rather than what I did have! You used to hang out with him in your little fratpack of Cena, Barrett and Sheamus...did he ever talk about me?"
"Usually to complian but zats vot 'manly men' do," Cesaro sighed, "Ze distance killed you both. You know Stephen and I always have time for you."
"It's not the same," Sami sighed, "Not that the sex wasn't fucking epic...just...I want a relationship again. A closed one. Yeah call me heteronormative and boring but I'm done with the casual sex now. I'm 32 Claudio. I'm not a teenager. It's time for me to settle down."
"Dillinger wasn't gonna be that," Cesaro said, "Anyone could see it was a rebound and you vere doing it to get one over on Cody and Neville."
"Am I that transparent?!" roared Sami.
"A little, you wear your heart on your sleeve," Cesaro said.
"God Claudio, why must you be so sweet to me whilst in those tight white trunks..."
"You should switch to trunks Sami." Cesaro was trying not to flirt back. He had such a soft spot for Sami. Magic happened whenever they'd had sex. If only Sami wasn't a bottom. Not that he was a bad top (far from it!) but Cesaro could tell Sami enjoyed sex ten times more when he took the D.
"Stop it Claudio."
"Vye? You're sexy, Sami. You should own it."
"I'm not you though, am I?"
"Charmer."
"You've been a doll to me...but all I can think about is climbing you like a mother fucking tree."
"It von't help you. Much as I'd like to."
"Shame."
Sami filled a plate with falafels and padded away to find a table. He missed the #Squad days. Him. Finn. Cody. Summer. Paige. Becky. Nikki. Brie. The squad was barely even a thing anymore. Especially since Cody had quit and Paige got her taste for dick back.
Wow. Sami slapped himself mentally. Why was he so prone to bitchy outbursts?
And why could he not stop himself from thirsting? Cesaro was being a legit friend and Sami had to turn it into sex.
A shadow fell across his table.
He looked up.
His stomach contracted as he took in a short yet thickly muscular form, a thin pointed face, long black hair and rather prominent ears.
"Hi," Neville grunted.
Sami nodded curtly.
"Can I sit here?" asked the small Geordie.
"Free country," Sami muttered, idly looking at his phone.
"How have you been?" asked Neville.
"Oh grand, I'm sure you've gloated that I can't keep a man," Sami spat.
"Actually I was gonna say, soz to hear things went to crap with Cody," Neville said.
"Yeah well, we all make mistakes. You went and stuck your dick into Miz."
Neville rolled his eyes. Here we go..
"You just can't help yourself can you?" he huffed, "I try to be nice and you throw your fucking toys out the pram as per usual!"
"Oh EXCUSE ME BEN, I'm SO SORRY I'm feeling shitty because I lost a man who I thought fucking LOVED ME whilst you went and porked the office bicycle," erupted Sami, "Do you really expect me to welcome you back with open arms? You would pick MY birthday to make your irrelevant return!"
"Because that's what I thought, yeah," snarked Neville, "I specifically requested to return on your birthday JUST to make you feel like shit."
"Wouldn't surprise me."
Neville huffed. This was such a bad idea. Why did he think he could extend the olive branch to this stubborn, moody diva...but the Man That Gravity Forgot couldn't help it. He'd spent his recovery avidly following Sami's journey on the main roster...he'd even been happy for Wrestlemania despite losing his place on the card because of his injury. He was still in love with the redhead.
"Get over yourself!" he snapped, "You were the one who dumped me anyway?"
"Because you sucked at being a boyfriend!"
"No, I got called up and you got jealous because it was before you and couldn't handle it, so like you always do, you took it out on me, and blamed me for your own fucking insecurity. No wonder Cody fucked off back to Arrow. You probably emasculated the fuck out of him just like you did to me...only he's the type of lad who doesn't take that kind of shit. I bet that's what hurts you the most. You couldn't control him."
SLAP.
Catering went silent.
Neville clutched his face.
Sami was hissing through his nose, his face scarlet.
"I hate you..." he snarled, "Come anywhere near me again and I will KILL you, Satterly."
"This is what I get for trying to be nice to you. You're a fucking monster, Sebei," Neville gasped, "You need to sort your issues out mate."
"I have not got issues. You just couldn't be bothered to commit to me."
Neville wasn't going to take it anymore. He'd had 2 years of belittling, tellings-off and guilt trips from this high-maintenance princess. He might still be haplessly in love with Sami...but he was done with being henpecked. He was on a mission to win Sami back. But this time it would be on his terms. Or at the very least, not all about what Sami wanted 24/7.
"You know your problem?" he snapped, pushing his long dark brown hair back over his head, "You think having a fella is about control. All because you spent the last decade trying to turn Kevin gay. Maybe you should get over him. For fucks sake man, you held his kids when they were bairns! He's a happily married dad. I know it makes you sick because you can't have him and when you and I got together, because I'd never dated a lad before you, you thought you could make me into your ideal fella to show off to Kevin and all the guys in NXT. You're so fucking insecure, Rami. All you care about is what you DON'T have."
"Don't even TRY and think you know how things are between me and Kevin," Sami's voice was shaking.
"I have been speaking a lot with Cody since he quit, because he used to ask me about you a lot," Neville confessed, "You drove him away. THe day he split up with you, he got on the phone. He could see you werent happy and broke it off because he knew that he wasn't the right lad for you but as usual, you went full bitch-from-hell at him and now he's cut you off. He wanted things to be amiable. He wanted you to be happy. Fucks sake man, he even said he would have suggested you reach out to me!"
"Yes well, Cody likes to say stuff to make himself look good," snarked Sami, "Of course he can bullshit you with all his noble intentions. What's that got to do with Kevin anyway?"
"Because he actually asked if I knew anything that he didn't," continued Neville, "And then, well, I had to tell him about your long burning unrequited lust for Kevin."
"YOU BASTARD! EVEN FERGAL KEPT THAT FROM HIM!" screamed Sami, "WHY?"
"Sami...please," Neville couldn't stay mad. The pain etched in Sami's adorable face broke his heart, and he wasn't given to these types of feelings usually. Sami's heart must be breaking.
"Get the fuck away from me! NOW!"
Neville knew he had to. THis was a bad idea. He probably shouldn't have brought that up. Kevin occasionally joked with Sami but the rotund Prizefighter legitimately had no idea Sami had nursed a crush on him for ten years. It was like Finn's feelings for Cody Rhodes.
Sami was breaking down. Neville was the best thing to ever happen to him and he didn't deserve any of it. He loved that man...but he wasn't Kevin Steen. It had plagued him the whole two years he and Neville dated, but he'd managed to keep it buried because Kevin was still on the indies then. They'd rowed more when Kevin had signed, and it boiled over during NXT TakeoveRevolution in 2014, where Neville had deliberately wound Sami up before their big title match to get an absolute killer performance from him - their intense post-match hug was all real, not acted. Sami couldn't love two men anymore. He'd kept this so well hidden save for his very close friends that if he'd confessed it to anybody else now, it would come across as the ultimate deux es machina get-out clause to save face. Kevin had been there for many of Sami's breakups and messy lovelife moments, totally unaware he was the reason these breakups occurred.
He bawled into the table.
Neville left Catering. He wanted to take Sami into his arms and just say fuck everything. But could he really go back to being henpecked for not being Kevin? Sami always used to compare their relationship to Kevin's marriage.
"Vot did you say to him?" spat Cesaro as Neville passed him.
"None of your fucking business. Try thinking about your own fella for once," hit back Neville.
"I care about Sami."
"Bollocks. You just like shagging him when you feel like it cos you know he'll drop his pants every time you snap your fingers."
"So vot? Friends vith benefits are a thing these days jug ears."
Neville just gave a humourless laugh.
"I wonder how Sheamus feels knowing he's second best because you really want Sami to yourself yet you ain't got the balls to leave Sheamus," he challenged.
Cesaro scowled and folded his sinewy arms.
"That shut you up," Neville snapped, "Sami's MY fella, Toblerone."
"HA! Ten points for originality," Cesaro gave a snarky slow clap, "Can't think VOT he sees in you. He needs a real man."
"A real man doesn't have someone at their fucking beck and call to boost their ego," Neville hit back, "A real man would have the bollocks to tell his fella he doesn't love him. A real man would admit to what he fucking wants."
"Stephen is vot I vant."
"Yeah. OK. Tell me another one," spat Neville before storming off.
Cesaro shut his eyes and sighed heavily. Things were just SO complicated. Why did HE have to come back? Why did fucking Dillinger have to get involved? UGH. He, Sheamus and Sami had had such a nice thing going. Damn Sami's conscience. Cesaro was having his cake and eating it. And now Neville was here, that was now consigned to history. Cesaro had tried to keep Sami in his life at least via platonic friendship and then what does Sami do? Flirt. UGH! His head hurt keeping up!
A therapist would have a field day figuring this mess out.
WWE PC, Orlando, FL
"...the Demon, FINN BALOR!" Mick Foley announced to tumultous cheers from the live audience.
Finn's insides boiled over as he took in what he just heard from the huge television that had been set up in the Performance Center.
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!
AT LAST!
The entire NXT roster exploded with cheers. They were watching the draft show live, because obviously 6 NXT picks were being drafted. It was pretty much a given that Finn would be the first. And he was going to Raw! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!
He beamed from ear to ear as his colleagues (the ones who didn't hate him) congratulated him and Matt Bloom came walking over to present him with a bright red t-shirt.
"Thank you...thank you," he whispered into the large coach's shoulder.
"I know you've been waiting for this," Matt replied, "You deserve it man."
Finn stripped off his Cut and Sew Apparel tee (several NXT talents ogled his delicious torso) and replaced it with the Raw tee.
"Can I go call my ma and da?" he asked, with a cute smile. He even sucked his thumb.
"Go on then," Matt said, "Be quick."
"I don't want to miss this, I want to see where Sami gets drafted!" Finn said.
He sashayed happily out of the room to find a quiet space to Facetime his parents.
"YAAAAAAAAS!" Finn squealed as Sami Zayn was announced as a Raw pick.
"Oh of course, trust HIM to stan for his ex fuck," piped up Austin Aries.
"All that bile sweetie, you'll give yourself an ulcer," clapped back Finn.
"You're such a hater," Bayley jumped to Finn's defence.
Austin just gave her a Maryse hand.
Finn was engaged in a WhatsApp chat with Cody Rhodes on his phone, gleefully bitching about Austin and talking about how he was free from the venomous LA native at last. Finn's emotions were mixed. He was sad to be leaving NXT because of all the work he'd done and all the happy memories he'd made over the past 2 years, but he was also itching to make that crucial next step to further his 16 year career.
Bayley was reading over Finn's shoulder.
"That looks like a conversation between two high school girls," she remarked.
"HEY!" pouted Finn, "It's rude to read over someone's shoulder!"
"You happy about your draft though, right?" she asked.
"Ecstatic," Finn said, "Though...gonna be weird leaving here. Been a long 2 years."
"You've outgrown NXT," Bayley smiled, though she too was sorry to see his beautiful self go for different reasons, "I'm happy for you, and I bet Becky is as well."
"I've been to Raw so much as a guest it won't be too scary," Finn said, "But looking forward to it."
"YAWN!" Austin piped up, "Calling it now, he'll be pushed to the moon and get the Reigns treatment and then even the neckbeards will hate on him."
"Hold your noise old man," clapped back Finn, "Just hope you get that call up before you hit 40."
"You're hardly a spring chicken yourself," snapped Austin, "How old are you next week? 35? Don't come for me unless I send for you bitch."
"QUIET!" roared Matt Bloom like a pissed-off teacher.
The entire roster went deathly silent.
"By the way, I fucking love Kim Kardashian," Austin was saying, loud enough for Finn to hear, "God bless her for exposing the snake that is the no-ass Taylor Swift. People pay MONEY to see that stupid crow attempt to dance and sing like a cat trapped in the dog pound?"
Finn hissed through his nose.
"Finn..." Bayley sighed.
"I am going to SCALP him if he doesn't shut his basic bitch mouth..." snarled Finn.
"Taylor Swift doesn't know you're alive, stop wasting your energy, I know you like her but come on...you're a grown man!" Bayley said.
"She does. I met her backstage after the show with Nikki and Cena," pouted Finn, "I have photos to prove it!"
"And attacking Kim Kardashian on Twitter daily, blocking any fans who are 'team Kimye' isn't helping," Bayley reminded him.
"Janey MACK Bayley, you're worse than me ma!" spluttered Finn.
"Only looking out for you," sighed the Hugger.
"Dowtcha girl but I'm a big boy," Finn said, as his phone started to buzz, "Matt? May I take this?"
"I suppose," huffed Matt Bloom.
Finn padded out of the room yet again. He beamed at the caller ID.
"Heyyyy..." he simpered.
"Well hey there Raw superstar," came the voice of Cody Rhodes, "Now you can go snatch Reigns bald and claim the crown."
"He's first in line," Finn said, "Decent enough lad but undeserving of that spot."
"I would say scalp the basics like Axel and Titus O'Neil but you're way above them," Cody said, "They were some of the most anti-you people in that locker room."
"They can just stay pressed," Finn said, "I know you'll side-eye me but I'm thrilled Sami's on the same show."
"I wish he'd unblock me, our breakup went so badly," sighed Cody, "I'm not that petty. I'm 31 now Finny, I won't hate you for being friends with him. He just didn't give me a chance to be nice about it. I can't believe he tried to stick it to me by dating Shawn for a hot minute."
"Call him Tye, I get confused," Finn said, "But yeah, I side-eyed him SO hard for that. He wasn't shit, and it was so obvious he was doing it so he had a boyfriend when Neville returned."
"I know. And Shawn...ahem, I mean Tye, knew as well. He called it off fast," Cody said, "I know agree to be in a showmance or a consolation prize. He's too nice and he always gets hurt. I hurt him by leaving him for Stephen."
"You should just make it legit with Amell, you always end up back with him," Finn said.
"I know. And his daughter is ADORBS, almost makes me broody."
"You've made THAT step?" gasped Finn.
"Yup. He brought her to Comic Con," Cody said, "Introduced me as an uncle."
"Sounds like he's getting serious about you...man I dunno what's with Sami lately," Finn said, "Even when he was with you...he couldn't wait to hop into bed with Cesaro and Sheamus."
"I know, we sort of agreed to open up once I'd quit but I didn't think he'd do it that fast," Cody said, "Hence why it didn't take much convincing to bang ZSJ."
"I hope they film your match," Finn said, "The tension between you two will be electric. Is he still in touch with you?"
"Yeah, he's started WhatsApping me again," Cody said, "Maybe I left an impression...or it's just to figure out our match next month."
"He was asking about you at the PC," Finn said, "But if I were you, be dog wide of him. I know he's my friend but like I said when you had him, he'll just spit you out once he's shot his load. He's making his way through the CWC like a fucking anteater!"
"Spill the tea Finny, who's he had?" giggled Cody.
"Let me see...Daivari's brother, Tony Nese, Ibushi," Finn said, "I could have murdered him for that."
"Lemme guess, you've had Ibushi too? He is gorgeous," Cody teased.
"Duh. A few of my exes are in this tournament silly," Finn giggled, "Who else has Zack rode...Jack Gallagher, yeah I know, I was surprised too; Clement Petiot, Damien Slater and Tyson Dux."
"Fuck..." Cody gasped, "He really is a hoe. How does he do it? Those guys can't all be queer?"
"They don't, but far from home and a hole to shoot in, why not," Finn said, "Indie wrestlers are like raging bulls. You'll be amazed how many will go gay for a night just to get some action without the work of getting a ring rat."
"Zack IS a ring rat!" snorted Cody, "I mean...could tell he was a slut by the way he rode me but fuck...I feel so cheap."
"Jack Gallagher regretted it," Finn said, "Zack likes it bareback. I had to take poor wee Jack down the clap clinic because he got so paranoid about getting pozzed."
"EW...OK he was a hot lay but just knowing how many men he's had in the past MONTH, that's a turn off," Cody said, "I'm keeping my dick under lock and key when we wrestle."
"I could have killed him though, he destroyed Will Ospreay in London," Finn said, "Poor lad. Will wants a boyfriend and Zack led him up the garden path good and proper. He humiliated Will. I tell ya, he may be my friend but he can be such a wee gobshite when he wants to be."
"Problematic," Cody said, "He is hot so I can see why he gets the guys...but seriously...does he not have any self respect? He's one of the best technical workers in the business if not THE best..."
"He trades on that," Finn said, "I'm no saint, I've had hundreds of guys. But Zack thinks he's gods gift to men. He is convinced they all should bow at his feet. Will got his own back though. He went and slept with Pete Dunne, the guy he wrestled that day, and has been fucking him on the regular."
"Revenge fucks are just too sweet...yeah that was an intentional pun Finny hehehe...How's the cute little Scottish pup by the way?" asked Cody.
"NOAM...ahh wee Noam," giggled Finn, "Yes. He's doing good. Hugo Knox got him. Apparently he's gone total bottom now. Shame as he was a fucking hot top."
"Hugo Knox?!"
"No you idiot, Noam," Finn said, "We met up for lunch and a cup of tea the other day. Hugo really digs the puppy play apparently. And Noam said he's the best he's ever had."
"I think he's found himself a handler," Cody said, "By the way, what's the situation with whats-his-face..Sabby and Enzo?"
"Still dating. I'm impressed," Finn said, "Anyhoo, we'll catch up at the NXT Texas tour. I'm still booked for that despite the draft. Love ya...MWAH...byeee."
"Bye Finny. Mwah."
Raw, 25 July 2016
The birthday boy, Finn Balor, was walking confidently into the men's locker room for his first Raw as an official member of the roster instead of a troublemaking visitor. He wasn't going to let anything faze him now. Any haters can take a seat. He was here to stay and slay and they were just going to have to get used to it.
He was looking for one man.
Now he'd left NXT and was a Raw member, he'd decided to close his legs. Not without a spitroast from Shane Thorne and Nick Miller first though! Oh and a goodbye ride of Dash Wilder (whose technique had VASTLY improved - Finn suspected Dash had discovered Grindr. Or Zack Sabre Junior had gotten his claws into him!) as well. It was time to hang up his fuck-me-pumps and grow up a bit.
Plus nobody else on the Raw roster interested him sexually.
Except of course his beau Karl Anderson.
He padded into catering.
"Hey trouble. Happy birthday!"
Finn gasped and then beamed from ear to ear as he took in the sight. Karl Anderson. In a very sharp suit and clutching a big card and a bouquet of flowers.
"CHad...you...*WHIMPER*" Finn melted into the bald, bearded man's arms.
Karl did feel a little silly waiting here like this but he was going to claim Finn all to himself now. And was it worth it or what when he had arms full of beautiful Irish man.
"Love you," he whispered.
"Can't believe you did all this for me.." Finn's green eyes sparkled, "Wow...thank you so much darlin.."
He began to open the card.
It was a 'To My Boyfriend' one too! Karl had had a nightmare buying it as he was so afraid the cashier would kick off about a man buying a boyfriend card but he knew that Finn loved it when he displayed public affection. Sometimes you had to do stuff that shit you up to impress the one you loved, Karl conceded.
And Luke Gallows had RIPPED him for it, as always. But his tag partner had offered to wait outside the card shop incase any trouble occured...or if Karl got cold feet. Plan B had been to get Becky Lynch to buy the card on Karl's behalf.
"I went through hell to buy that," Karl grunted.
"It means much more to me that you stepped way out your comfort zone just to do this for me," Finn sighed, "I love you."
"Fucking better do after that," Karl teased before kissing him.
Finn deepened it and naughtily began to grind.
"Fergal...no...behave..." Karl grunted.
"There's no AJ to condemn us to the fires of hell," Finn teased, "I'm not wearing any underwear either...hehehe."
"You never do anyway."
A tutting sound came as another man walked in and stomped mutinously towards the buffet table.
Sami Zayn.
He may have liked that Finn was on Raw. But he wasn't here for the OTT displays with Machine Gun.
Especially as to prolong his inner torture, Neville had been drafted to Raw. As had Cesaro. As had Kevin. Why was the company doing this to him?! Was he just not allowed to be happy?
Karl scowled.
"Chad...leave it. Be a darlin and get me something to put these flowers in?" Finn gave him puppy dog eyes.
"Sure," Karl was glowering at Sami. Miserable fuck. Just because he was bitter and single, didn't give him the right to shit on their happiness.
Finn padded over to the scowling redhead.
"Hi," he said amiably.
"Fergal. Happy birthday," grunted Sami, not looking at him.
"Not got me a present?" Finn attempted a cute smile.
"Been busy."
"Sami. Quit it. Stop being such a fucking hater."
"OH EXCUSE ME?!" erupted Sami, "You don't have to deal with working with your fucking ex every day! So pardon me for not worshipping the ground you walk on today."
"Sami for fucks sake, usually it's you giving me a dressing down for being a bitchy queen. GROW UP!" barked Finn, "Get over it. One, YOU dumped Neville, two, Tye Dillinger was too intelligent to fall for your showmance scheme and three, you were the one who dropped your knickers for Cesaro and Sheamus first! Just build a bridge, man up and get over yourself!"
Sami was nonplussed.
But quickly found his tongue.
"It's pathetic, all that disgustingness with Anderson when you basically fucked your way around the Performance Center and half the British indie scene these past few months," Sami snarled, "Acting like a desperate whore at 35 isn't cute, Fergal. You're just a prettier version of Rat Skank."
"Imma let you finish Zayn," snapped FInn, but he went and landed a vicious bitch slap that knocked the redhead off balance briefly.
Sami held his cheek and stared, chest heaving in and out, at the pretty Celt.
"What happened to you?" Finn gasped, "I've never known you to be like this, Sami. Look, I know how you feel.."
"YOU DON'T!"
"I do. You'd feel so much better if you just told Kevin how you feel. It's been 10 years. It might help you move on."
"SHUT UP! LA LA LA LA LA LA!" Sami covered his ears and paced Catering, "NOT LISTENING! SPEAK UP FERGAL!"
"Oh for..." Finn was losing his patience fast, "I never thought I'd see the day I'd be trying to mother you. SNAP OUT OF IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!"
"LA LA LA LA LA LA! DEE DEE DEEE.." Sami was singing tunelessly, ears covered.
Finn had no choice.
He stomped over and slapped Sami one more time around the face.
"Raise your hand to me once more Devitt, and I swear I will kick your ass," hissed the fuming redhead.
"I will hurt you Sebei and you know that," Finn shot back, "For fucks sake. It doesn't have to be like this! You could have swallowed your pride and tried to get back with Neville because you fucking doted on that lad and don't try and tell me you didn't. You just chucked him because you couldn't have the white picket fence lifestyle and compete with Kevin. Forcing Neville into wifing you won't help you get over him. You just need to grow a set and tell Kevin straight. At least he'll know."
"But he won't leave his fucking stunning wife and beautiful children for me..."
"I know. And don't even TRY that," Finn said, "But for your own sanity, get it out. TELL HIM. Accept that you can't, and will NEVER, be able to have him. Neville's a top lad. He never looked at another lad or lass the whole time he was with you. Yet you fucking henpecked him to death because he wasn't giving you what Kevin had. Just be awesome as fuck to Kevin's wee kiddies."
"The only reason Ben knew about my secret love for Kevin is because early in our relationship I accidentally called out Kevin's name when I came," admitted Sami.
"I know boo. You told me the warts-and-all story when it happened," Finn said gently, "You don#t have to do it now. But do it on your terms and don't get all drama queen. Just tell him that you've had feelings for him and you know he's not yours to have."
"What if he rejects me?"
"He will. He's straight. Married. A dad."
"I mean...as a friend?"
"That's the risk you need to take boo."
"God Fergal...out of all the people I never dreamed it'd be you who finally got through to me..."
"Because you've helped me out with all the mess that my love life has been. Sami, you're one of my closest friends. I hated seeing you like this."
"I've been such an asshole to so many people. Saraya isn't speaking to me because I threw Del Rio under a bus..I take it you know, she does the most on Twitter and Instagram."
"Yeah that was a shocker," FInn admitted, "What did you say?"
"I told her she was just a young fling to boost his ego."
"SAMI..."
"I know. I've been such a bitch. Nattie slapped me the other day when I said Tyson would prefer Claudio's pussy to hers. We were talking cats...and I just couldn't at her smug happy marriedness so I just...spoke before engaging brain."
"Oh Sami..."
"Don't pity me, I deserved it," Sami said bitterly, "I've been trying to fill the hole in my heart by scoring tricks on Scruff and Growlr. I've even been filming them and posting them to Xtube. I want to be taken seriously as a man as opposed to fucking 'sunshine Sami the innocent pure angel' like on Tumblr."
"Sami, you wanted to be seen as a dopey happy go-lucky guy, it's why you wear that fucking cap!"
"So? Doesn't mean I can't be sexy. I've been squatting so much to get a bigger ass."
"And it's working," Finn said, "Just...chill out and be yourself. You and I both know that being a hoe isn't you."
"Well how else am I meant to get laid?"
"You enjoy intimacy and the connection Sami. You're not like me."
"Fergal, you were on cloud 9 when Barrett proposed."
"I'm more into sex than relationships. Love is one of those things that finds you."
"Do you love Anderson?"
"Yeah."
"So why did you open up your relationship?"
"Because I didn't want to get hurt again."
"He hasn't touched another person the whole time. How many men have you rode?"
"Sami. Slut shaming needs to STOP."
"I just don't get how some guys manage to get a boyfriend and then decided to fuck other guys on the side? Why bother at all? Look how shit it went when I tried it!"
"Because you get the companionship and warmth without the feeling of being tied down, and you get the thrill of new bodies without the horrible emptiness afterwards. I think you were on the rebound from Neville when you dated Coddles. When you and I were sleeping together at the PC before your callup, we kept it to friends with benefits. The triad stuff was fun but feelings got involved. You were still not over Neville...and Coddles wasn't fully over Amell."
"THAT NAME..." hissed Sami.
"Sami. Get over it. You didn't really think you and Coddles would work long term did you? Not with his wife and Amell still out there?"
"I thought if I dropped the L bomb...he'd stay..." Sami admitted, looking away.
"I knew it. I knew it. You tried to trap him to boost your ego cos lets face it he's one of the most beautiful men alive today," Finn's voice shook a little, "Sami. That was calculating and cold."
"It worked...for a while."
"Sami I can't believe I'm hearing this. I can't believe you would fuck with a good man's heart to feed your own self pity and try to make your ex jealous."
"If it meant keeping him away from you..."
"WHAT?!"
"He wouldn't have dated you. If it meant stepping in...then I did what I had to do. For your own good."
"Oh how noble of you," spat Finn, green eyes glittering.
"Well it sent you back into the arms of the one man I knew you actually loved," Sami said, folding his arms unrepentantly, "And then you went and started opening your legs to...well...anything in pants it seemed."
"I can't believe this...Sami, what the fuck has happened to you?"
"This is what happens when you feel unloved and unwanted. It hardens you Fergal."
"But to mess with Cody's head like that! Why? I bet you shit yourself when he quit and not because you loved him. Because it meant you needed to find a replacement. So you went and invited yourself into Sheamus and Cesaro's bed. And Fandango, the insurance community peen."
Finn felt sick. He really thought he knew Sami better than most. Was Sami really that bitter about Kevin and losing Neville he would be so coldly manipulative like this? At least it explained why it didn't take him long to bed Cesaro and Sheamus. Tears filled his green eyes.
"Oh stop bawling Fergal," snapped Sami, "You always said it didn't you? (he put on an Irish accent) 'Sami isn't as saintly as he appears'. Guess I'm not."
"Cody is a good man. A wee diamond...and you USED him like a fucking..." a tear rolled down Finn's pretty face, "He wanted to break up with as nicely as he could because he cared about you despite not feeling it anymore. Why the fuck should he have bothered at all? So why do you hate him dating Amell? I'll tell you why Rami. Because Amell is not only better looking, he is also MARRIED and has a CHILD. The things you want.."
"You finished, Fergal?"
Sami was so cold.
His brown eyes looked dead.
"I hope you die alone!" Finn was breaking down, "You're the lowest of the low."
He sprinted from Catering.
Sami slumped into a chair.
He scrolled through his favourite photos folder on his phone. So many of Kevin. Him and Kevin...him and Neville from their time together...he and Finn. Him, Finn and Cody...him and Cody...
He began to cry as well.
"Ohhhh yeah...fuck me...fuck yeah...FUCK YEAH JUST THERE!"
Sami was moaning and gasping, his furry naked body expertly snapping back and forth as he rode the man beneath him.
Darren Young could hardly believe his luck. He'd been lusting secretly after the top dogs of WWE (Sami, Finn and Cody) for a long time. Sadly he'd not been able to land Cody Rhodes when the raven-haired beauty had resigned, and he knew Finn Balor wouldnt even give him a second look...Zayn had a sexy realness that Darren dug hard. He was masculine without trying too hard, excellent in the ring and his brown eyes were enchanting.
He'd almost asked if it was a Swerved prank when Sami had approached him at Raw.
Darren was the most openly gay man on the roster and yet the only coworkers he'd bedded were Miz and Corey Graves, but then those two seemed to have slept with everyone, even the supposed straight men.
"Like that Zayn? Fuck yeah man, ride me!" snarled Darren.
The redhead was SO hot. His muscular furry thighs and big fat ass...UNF. Darren did not want this to end. What with his momentum on the show going up albeit with a title shot loss at Battleground...this was only massaging his ego more.
"Fuck yeah...give me that dick.." Sami moaned, "Fuck yeah, make me wet...that's it man...fuck me...right in the pussy...yeah.."
His cock was oozing precum.
He was so turned on.
Sami wasn't particularly attracted to Darren, even though the sculpted protege to Bob Backlund was, to most people, extremely desirable, especially with his dazzling Hollywood smile and roughneck beard, but he was willing. And Sami was actually imagining he was Kevin Owens right now.
Yes Sami was that twisted. Pretty much every hookup (that wasn't Cody - Sami had enjoyed the sex with him legitimately, and Sami also had enjoyed porking Finn's slutty ass - who wouldn't though) since dumping Neville, he'd pretended was Kevin. Sami had tried to screw bears and cubs so they at least looked like Kevin which helped. It was the closest he'd get to him and he knew it was a little unhinged and obsessive.
But tonight, Sami wasn't picturing the rotund Marieville native.
He was imagining a man with a different build.
Fuck it.
"Speak in a Newcastle accent!" he demanded between moans.
"Huh?" Darren looked taken aback. What the actual FUCK?!
"I said, talk like fucking Neville you prick!"
Darren was un-nerved. His eyes widened. Sami was batshit crazy!
But the former Prime Time Player was so attracted to Sami that he was prepared to ignore such weird kinks if it meant he could get this incredible tight fat ass again. If it meant impersonating the redhead's ex, so be it!
"Why eye Sami," Darren hissed, in perhaps the least convincing Tyneside drawl imaginable.
"Oh forget it, just fuck me and let my imagination do the rest...AHHHH! AHHHH! OH BEN! OH BEN! YES BEN! FUCK ME!"
Fucking hell. Sami was riding him like a rodeo cowboy. The bed creaked and crashed as Sami really went for it, lost in his fantasy, gripping Darren's pecs tight.
"Yeah...ride me you little slut..."
"AHHHH! AHHHHHH! OHHH! FUCK!"
Sami was screaming now. The entire corridor could probably hear them. He needed more! He was bouncing up and down on the unsuspecting Darren so hard now, snaking his hips deliciously. Darren had told him he could last for a long time if the bottom went on top.
Sami decided that he may keep D-Young as a backup plan when hookup aps werent successful. Though the bearish guy he'd found on Friday had been terrifyingly Kevin-esque in appearance. Now that had been one heck of a hook-up. Sami had cum so fucking hard that night.
A post-coital Finn and Karl Anderson were spooning in bed.
"Wow..." moaned Finn, "You're amazing."
Karl had been working on his core strength lately. So he could entice Finn away from all his PC and indie toyboys by learning to fuck him mid-air. He'd jacked off to so much porn on the road that involved mid-air fucking. And tonight had been a test.
And judging by the screams that Finn had been letting out, Karl had passed with flying colours!
"Happy to be back with me then?" Karl asked.
"Oh Chad...course I am."
"I did get a bit...ya know...when it seemed like you were hooking up every day."
"It was always just sex Chad. It's not the same."
"I legit thought Wilder was gonna fucking fall for you."
"I was helping out a friend who was exploring his sexuality. Let's just call my last meet with him a mid-term assessment. You know you were perfectly entitled to nail a few ring rats Chad."
"Not the same. Bored of that these days. Besides your ass is sweeter than anything between a chick's legs."
"Charmer," giggled Finn.
The sounds of rather rampant sex were sounding from the room next door. Bed crashing and male screams.
"Think we inspired some competition there," snorted Karl.
"Someone's getting the dick hard," Finn observed.
"Stop with that wandering hand you.." Karl said, slapping it away.
"Damnit." giggled Finn, "That's kinda hot though, trying to work out who that is. Miz has thankfully fucked off to Smackdown so its not him."
"Who cares," chuckled Karl, "Come on Ferg I'm wiped. Let's get to bed.."
"Unless Darren Young is banging Bob Backlund...ewwwwwww BLURGH...not an image I want in my head!" Finn's pretty face had become a curl as he grimaced at the very thought. He wriggled into Karl's arms.
But the sex next door only seemed to get louder, even through the walls of this hotel.
Finn and Karl had no choice but to lay there with their eyes closed, trying in vain to get to sleep but their ears were filled with screams, curses and the sound of the bed crashing against the wall.
"Oh for fucks sake.,.." Karl complained, "If that is a coworker...they're gonna get fucking laid out tomorrow."
"Doesn't sound like Cesaro and Sheamus," Finn said.
"Wish they'd fucking shut the fuck up!" snapped Karl.
Finn pinned him to the bed.
"Let's compete.." he whispered, pecking Karl's lips and stroking the bald man's semi-hard cock, "I can tell youre frustrated Chad darlin...you're getting hard again."
"Well this is the first sex I've had in weeks!" Karl huffed, "You've been busy doing NXT stuff..and NXT people."
Finn straddled him cheekily.
"I'm still lubed from earlier, just lay there darlin...AHHHHHHH! OH YEAH!"
He slipped onto Karl fairly easily.
"Kinda gross but kinda hot," moaned Karl, "Just go easy Fergal I'm sensitive."
"Least it's your cum I;'m using as lube and nobody else's," Finn sassed, beginning to ride, "AHHH...oh CHAD...AHHHHHH..."
"Fucking hell Fergal..." Karl was taken aback by how noisy Finn was being already.
"I want AHHHH...to scream this fucking hotel down," Finn gasped, "AHHHH YEAH! FUCK ME ! FUCK! OH YEAH YOUR DICK IS AMAZING!"
Karl reached for the light switch. Fuck this was HOT!
Slutty!Finn was hot Finn.
Why not help compete with the inconsiderate pricks next door? Plus it was still Finn's birthday (technically not but he'll work around that!).
"YEAH?" he snarled loudly, "You like my dick you Irish slut?"
"OH YEAH! POUND ME KARL! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!"
Finn had the most deliciously evil smile on his pretty face, sheened with sweat and flushed from the epic sex they'd had not too long ago. Wow Karl had stamina in spades. Fuck yes Karl! You STUD!
He reached for his phone.
"FERGAL!" growled Karl.
"Yeah?!" Finn was filming himself riding, "Like my Irish ass on yer cock? Grab it stud! Spank it. Make me pay."
SLAP.
SMACK.
Karl roughly grabbed Finn by the hip, holding him tight before thrusting up hard and deep.
"AHHHHH!" Finn's mouth dropped open and his eyes rolled back as his prostate took one hell of a bump. Electricity sizzled through his 190lb body.
He held his phone over his shoulder so the camera took in his bubble butt on Karl's smooth, solid thighs.
Karl thrust up again.
And again.
Each time FInn would scream louder.
"Ride me like a fucking bike Fergal.." hissed Karl, really getting into this now, "Fuck yeah...ride that cock...fuck yeah...like that? Like that slut? YEAH?! FUCK!"
"OHHH CHAD! AHHH! AHHH!"
SLAP.
SLAP.
Karl did love spanking Finn's beautiful big fat ass whenever the Irish hussy rode him.
A deafening scream sounded from next door.
Finn paused, mid-ride and giggled.
"I think one of them just came," he whispered, "Let's keep them from sleeping!"
He resumed riding, his talented hips working overtime.
Karl actually got off on Finn being a whore...it showed in bed and in a good way - just the way he lost himself when impaled atop Karl. His hips were like rubber...so much power in them. And he did have the best ass Karl had ever seen...on man or woman. That ass was made to be fucked. No wonder he'd been in so many men's beds over the years. Karl was the only other person besides Cody Rhodes and Finn himself who knew the exact number of men Finn had slept with.
"Ohh YEAHH! AHHH! AHHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!"
Karl let out loud cuss after loud cuss in response to Finn's feminine screams and gasps. Noisy sex was the fucking BEST. Pretty much all their sex since getting together had been on the road. So they hadn't had many chances to really let loose and get vocal.
Tonight felt different.
Finn was screaming his head off, coated in sweat and scarlet with exertion but he kept gamely in, willing his prostate to just give in and allow him to climax...he could feel it bubbling inside him...come on...he'd forgotten about next door now and just focused solely on Karl's big cock buried in his arse.
Oh fuck...suddenly he could feel himself boiling up...oh God...this was intense...too intense...he needed to let go...it was no use...he was going to come right now...
"Close baby?" growled Karl.
FInn just nodded between little whimpers before throwing back his head and screaming at the top of his lungs as a second orgasm of the night ripped through his lithe, small body...drier and far more intense than the first as always...it was never going to end...the earth was shaking...
"Oh fuck man...gonna shoot...gonna...oh fuck yeah..." Karl suddenly let out a roar and threw back his head as he too, came a second time, drier and more intese than the first time as well.
Finn fell onto him awkwardly.
Totally spent.
That was some of the best sex he'd had in YEARS. Wow Karl. Someone had been studying his game!
He whined and smashed his lips onto Karl's.
"Welcome to Raw baby," Karl smiled raspily, "Happy birthday."
"I love you Chad."
"Love you too Fergal."
"Stay inside me...too tired..."
"Whatever ya want baby..." Karl gave a huge yawn as he struggled to maneuver them into a spooning position.
Finn was already asleep. Bless his little polka dot socks.
Next morning, Sami Zayn quietly pulled on his briefs and last nights post-Raw clothes and scuttled slyly out of Darren Young's hotel room.
He was covered in shame. And burning with guilt. He'd totally used Darren as nothing more than a living dildo. And Darren was a legit nice guy too. He didn't deserve that. He'd looked legit amazed Sami had hit him up at work. And Sami had just pretended to be interested in the idle chit chat that led to last night's rampant shenanigans.
What had he become?
The look in Finn's eyes last night still haunted him. His Irish friend and former fuckbuddy had looked heartbroken and disappointed at Sami's confession. Another friendship lost because Sami couldn't take control of his emotions like an adult.
The only person who seemed to have any time for Sami lately was Cesaro.
Sami stared into the hotel room as Darren slept.
Should he stay?
Or should he go?
He heard the door of the room next door unlock and muffled voices.
Shit.
How could he explain this? He was oozing walk of shame. What if it was someone like Paige? She was already in a black mood at being drafted away from Alberto and she certainly would give him an earful.
It was either hide in Darren's room or just face whomever this was and hope they didn't quiz him on his dishevelled appearance.
The door opened and, to Sami's horror, Karl Anderson appeared, followed, naturally, by Finn Balor.
NO.
Please God no.
Finn would crucify him.
And Sami bet the Irishman had bitched about him to Karl.
At least Sami knew who the rival loud fuckers were next door now. He should have known by those screams having been an ex of Finn himself.
"Zayn," grunted Karl.
"Morning," Sami replied, trying to appear innocent.
Finn's eyes narrowed angrily.
"You go check us out darlin," he said, pecking Karl on the cheek, "Need to talk to Sami actually."
Karl was taking in Zayn. So that's who the screamer next door was. He smirked ever so slightly at Sami before walking down the corridor towards the elevators.
"What do you want Fergal?" Sami snapped, "It's 5am. I don't need a dragging this early."
"Cesaro and Sheamus give you a seeing to? Cos we could hear you clearly."
"And WE could hear YOU. Fucks sake Fergal, you sound like a bad Sean Cody actor."
"And you sound like a desperate sad act lying to himself."
"Ooooh really Fergal? That the best you can do?"
"I just can't believe what you've turned into...Sami you're a vile piece of work...wait...who is that in the bed...oh my fucking GOd...Darren Young?! Sami. What the actual FUCK?"
"I'm a single man and I can fuck who I like."
"But I know you are doing this to prove some twisted point."
"Really? No strings fun from where I'm stood."
"So why you leaving him in bed?"
"No law says I have to stay and get him fucking breakfast."
"Sami for fucks sake..." groaned FInn, "Will you stop. This is NOT you. Why are you so bitter and twisted?!"
"Waaah wahh, stop caping for Cody," Sami's voice sliced through Finn like a knife through butter, "It's OK if precious Zack Sabre Junior does it but when I do the same I'm 'proving a point'?"
"SAMI.." Finn facepalmed and leaned against the wall, "Let's not go through the Zack mess again. I know you had a bad experience with him. It was fucking 6 years ago! Get over it."
"Ok for you Fergal, you weren't called a fucking dirty Arab and kicked out on to the street in wintertime!"
"We've all had an embarrassing moment in bed in our lives, part of being a bottom," Finn sighed, "Occasionally douching doesn't get rid of everything...you're human for fucks sake. Even Zack can't understand why you still bear such a grudge against him. He's over it."
"He's a fucking bitch Fergal and he uses you."
"Like you used Cody?! Huh?! Like you just used poor Darren Young?!" Finn was fuming, "You fucking hypocrite!"
"I'm the bad guy because I'm not a lean, beautiful twink like you, Cody or Zack, typical shallow bitch queen behaviour," Sami snarled.
"OK, I've had enough of this. You need to go and fucking get therapy or something because I'm done."
"Why don't you go spill all the tea on me to Zack? Oh and precious Cody."
"Grow up Sebei."
"Fuck you Devitt."
"No thanks. You'll probably pretend I'm Kevin."
Sami shifted guiltily. He looked into the hotel room at the still-sleeping Darren and hastily pulled the door shut.
Finn's eyebrows raised.
"Wait...what...you fucking...Sami you're cracking up. This isn't normal," Finn was pacing the floor, "You telling me...you picked up Darren so you could act out a fantasy of sleeping with a man you can't have..."
"And? You probably think of Cody no matter who's pounding you," Sami hit back, "You never asked about the kind of guys I pick up on Scruff and Growlr."
"I bet you go for cubs and bears. Especially men who may look like Kevin..." Finn was backing away, "Oh my God...I'm right arent I? Jesus, Mary and Joseph...You're obsessed Sami. It's consumed you."
"Hadn't you better get your hunties together to spill the tea?!" Sami snapped, brown eyes flashing, "I bet Zack and Cody will DIE at this! Poor cray cray Sami."
Finn's lip trembled.
He leapt at Sami and fiercely hugged him.
The redhead was so taken aback by Finn's reaction...he leaned into the small man and simply broke.
"Sami..." sniffled Finn, heart breaking for his friend, "Baby...oh baby it's OK...let it out...I'm here...I'm here...sshs sshh shhh..."
Bless his heart. Finn couldn't stay angry at him any longer. All the redhead needed right now was a supportive friend. He was having a breakdown and nobody seemed to give a shit. Sami's match with Kevin at Battleground was an absolute barnstormer. No wonder his emotions had boiled over so much. He'd bottled this passion for his longtime friend for a decade. And feuding with Kevin on and off so much over the years hadn't helped at all.
Finn was peppering Sami's fluffy red hair with kisses, trying to silence the sobs. He'd never seen Sami cry like this...in fact he'd barely seen Sami cry in all their years of friendship. He didn't know what to do to help him. Being hit with a double whammy of his feelings for Kevin bubbling over AND NEville coming back...yeah Sami's actions had been deplorable. And Finn would never forgive him for playing Cody like that. He wondered if Cody himself had suspected Sami's intentions being duplicitous as the former WWE superstar had always prided himself on being observant.
"Let's get you a cup of tea," Finn said, fumbling in his pocket for his keycard. Bollocks. Karl had taken them and checked out hadn't he...damn. Never mind.
He led Sami to the elevators. Once they were on the ground floor he led Sami, who was quietly still sobbing to himself, towards the lobby, where he spotted Karl on a couch, browsing his phone.
"Where you been?" asked Karl.
"Sssh...we'll get food here," Finn said.
"But our flight's at 8!" Karl complained.
"We can get a later one!" Finn cut in.
"And what's Zayn doing here? I'm not interested in a 3some!"
"Shut up Chad. He's upset."
"Fine. Sorry."
"I'll see you in the restaurant," Finn said.
"We've checked out Fergal, it's not open to us now. Says breakfast served to guests only."
"Fine, we'll find a cafe in town."
"Fergal the flight...can't we just eat at the airport?" moaned Karl.
"Chad Allegra will you stop whinging!" snapped Finn, "Fine. We'll have to get a McDonalds and then I will have to spend an extra hour in the gym to work it off. HUMPH."
"Fergal you have zero fat," Sami croaked, wiping his red and puffy eyes.
"I'm an old man now Sami."
"Shut up."
"Yeah put a sock in it Fergal," Karl said, "I'll get the rental."
Once Karl, Finn and Sami had checked in at the airport, Finn had managed, reluctantly, to find a branch of McDonalds. He was bitching about the additives in the food and how the burgers were not 100% beef, and that Supersize Me should be made compulsory viewing to the entire American population.
And of course two fans in Bullet Club tees had spotted them and asked for pictures.
So once they'd ordered (Sami had gone for a McMuffin without bacon because obviuously he didn't eat pork, Finn, despite his holier-than-thou lecturing had got a Big Mac, which Karl had side-eyed him HARD for!) they found a seat.
Finn had ordered 3 cups of hot water for them all, along with milk and sweeteners (no sugar, duh). Sami had questioned this curious request but Karl had advised him to leave that one. It became apparent when they sat down why - Finn started rummaging in his suitcase and pulled out a box of Barry's Tea.
"McDonalds tea should be pulled up under Trading Standards," the Irishman pouted, "That stuff is undrinkable piss."
"So after boring us all stupid with your nutritionist gabble explain that Big Mac?" Sami seemed in better spirits now.
"Because sometimes its best to give in to sin and filth," Finn said thickly through a big mouthful, "Plus I'm sorry but Big Mac sauce is cum of the Gods."
Sami was so uncomfortably reminded of Cody. Would be just the sort of thing he would have done and showed just how much of his personality Finn had absorbed.
"Anyway Zayn, need I remind you of the In-N-Out Burger incident, that poor girl working there whom you harassed about their wastage policy?" Karl smirked.
"Yeah OK Machine Cock, you win," Sami groaned, "Can I drink my tea yet Fergal."
Finn's phone timer sounded.
"Now you may, it's brewed," he grinned. He fussed over the tea, milk and sugar. He was channelling Mrs Doyle (how stereotypical) but he didn't give a toss, "Oh man, don't tell Zack but this Big Mac is making me do a sex wee in my briefs."
Karl eye-rolled.
Sami snorted.
No Sami. Don't throw shade at Zack Sabre Junior. But he couldn't help it.
"Let me guess, Zack is all about eating clean and 'getting the glow'?" he snarked.
"Yes. I know, I know, you used to drag me for it...it was because of him..." Finn sighed, "Just don't tell him I fell off the wagon."
He checked his phone.
Zack Sabre Jr:
morning slag features *kissy emoji*
*Zack sent a video*
It was a sex video of Zack riding the stunning Kota Ibushi (again) like a porn star. Whilst it was a delicious sight, it wasn't what Finn really needed to see right now, even if Zack's snaking hips were hypnotic.
"Fergal it's half seven in the morning and there's kids here!" snapped Karl.
Sami recoiled. Zack made him sick. Typical arrogant slutty queen. UGH. Nothing Finn said would ever change Sami's opinion on the lanky Brit.
Fergal Devitt:
I'm eating breakfast for fucks sake *laughter emojis*
Zack Sabre Junior:
I didn't know Karl Anderson enjoyed being rimmied *sassy girl emoji*
Fergal Devitt:
No I'm in the airport you whore *middle finger emoji*
Zack Sabre Junior:
I saw you at full mast against Reigns. Bet you rode that like a fucking bike *sassy girl emoji*
Fergal Devitt:
No thanks, I don't do lads with lace fronts *kissy emoji* was too busy getting my back blown open by Chad *hearteyes* he made me gush so much I was foaming down there *water drop emojis*
"ENOUGH!" Karl snatched Finn's phone from him, "Don't be so gross."
"Spoilsport," Finn pouted, "Feeling better darlin?"
He shot a charming smile at Sami.
The redhead nodded. If only Finn stopped speaking to the toxic Zack it would be grand. He sipped the tea. It was good stuff. Just what he needed. He'd inhaled his Mcmuffin.
"I'm going to the bathroom and gonna check the screens for the flight," Karl said, "Be back in ten."
"Ring me if you get lost darlin," Finn said.
Karl left the table.
"Thanks Fergal," Sami said, "I don't deserve this after how I've been speaking to you."
"Hey, you've not been yourself, and lord knows the amount of shit youve taken from me over the years," Finn replied, "I'm just being a friend."
"I don't want to be intruding on you and Karl..."
"Sami. It's fine darlin. Sssh. I just want to see you happy. I was thrilled when they drafted you to Raw."
"Were you?"
"Legit."
"Awwww. Thank you Fergal. I honestly thought you didn't give a shit about me anymore."
"I will always care about you Sami whether you like it or not. Oh man that Big Mac really hit the spot. So was Darren Young good in bed?"
"Actually yeah he was," Sami said, "Even though..,..ya know...he knew how to fuck. You got more messages by the way."
Noam Dar:
ARF *dog emoji*
*Noam sent a photo*
"AWWWW wook at him in his pup mask!" cooed Finn, showing Sami.
Noam Dar:
You back in Orlando soon? *wags*
Fergal Devitt:
Maybe on days off hehehe
Noam Dar:
*paws at you*
"That's so weird," Sami sighed.
"Puppy play is more accepted and visible now," Finn said, as his phone buzzed again "Oh for fucks sake...Zack...I don't need to see your cummy hole over breakfast."
Sami just made a being sick gesture.
"I guess I've lost this fight," sighed Finn, "He's prepared to let bygones be bygones you know."
"I don't break bread with skanks."
"Sami. How many men have you slept with since Cody left?"
"Erm...I dunno...20 maybe...he left in May Fergal."
"Sami...that's 10 a month."
"Or a slow week for Zack Sabre Junior."
"SAMI. OK I admit he has laid half the Cruiserweight Classic competitors but you know what he's like.."
"Fergal..." Sami said, "You change whenever youve hung out with him and I don't like the person you are when you do."
"I'm me, always have been."
"Fergal you're a chameleon. You absorb the personality of whom youre with. I see so much Cody in you nowadays."
"Stop making this about me," Finn said, "We need to talk about how you can exorcise your demons for good. Drink your tea and listen to me."
SAMI :'( :'(
Those who didn't follow his story in When Raw Wraps may well think I've pulled this one out of my arse but those who did, well, we remember how he use to browbeat poor Neville all the time and constantly criticise his 'boyfriend ability'. Now we know why he's so overbearing :'( Poor sunshine Sami. I can't help it...I love making him a bit of a bad bitch to go against the 'Sami is a pure innocent angel' Tumblr portrayal but at the same time he's too cute and adorable to stay naughty.
We have trouble brewing with Cesaro and Neville as well...
Whoever would have thought cutie pie Finn would be the one to get through to troubled!Sami considering all the drama he's had?
Notice how I've kept the use of indie guys to a minimum after overuse in the previous two chapters...I realise they are a very niche inclusion but I still enjoy them, so they will pop in every now and then.