When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

When the cameras go off, a whole new set of stories and dramas unfold. Unofficial sequel to Champs' Choice and Joshing For Position. Set in the same universe as most recent 1 shots. Following the lives of main roster (and NXT) couples and what mischeif they get up to backstage. Multi pairings, mostly slash; featuring Centon, Ambrollins, Samdrian and many, many more.

25. Christmas Special Part 2

Christmas Special: Part Two

Watched TLC. Dolph, Luke, Dean, Bray and Nikki were the stars. But I still loved NXT more, sorry! Well I see TRRD have already attacked me within 24 hours of posting...but let's not go there. It's my freaking story, it's fiction (bit like their blog) and I'll write what I want. Well I promised main roster couples here, so main roster you shall get. Imagine the biggest hot mess of a typical work Christmas party and that's what you'll get. Oh and I must implore y'all to have Fairytale Of New York ready to play on Spotify/Youtube/iTunes/your player of choice for the penultimate closing scenes for maximum effect :D

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In the Orlando hotel restaurant, Paige, Summer and their solitary gay bestie, Cody, were sat at a table.

Cody knew the two girls had been up all night and he'd been MOST envious that he hadn't got his beloved man to hold him. Even his wife was still on the road. But she had let him go away with the girls to NXT.

Snapchat from Sami Zayn

Oh God.

A cheeky nude with the caption 'Great night last night ;P'

Paige looked at her phone.

"Oh GOD...does that boy have NO concept of time of day..."

"Did he just send you a shot of his naked ass?" Cody pouted.

"Yes," Paige complained, "I am going to slap his arse when I see him."

"He'll enjoy it," Cody said.

"Only if it's Adrian," Summer chimed in, "And trust me she hit's hard."

"Yes I know. I heard the screams," smirked Cody.

"Behave or i'm telling wifey," Paige scowled, wagging her finger at him.

"You and whose army?" smirked Cody. It was very much like he was their hyped-up child today. He poured a second bowlful of Boo-berry cereal.

"How does he eat all those carbs and still have the body of a gay porn stud?" bemoaned Summer.

"Because I have the sexual appetite of a gay porn stud?" Coy blue eyes over a large greedy spoonful of the lurid blue sugary cereal.

"I don't know who's worse...him or Samuel," sighed Paige, "I'm sure if I snapchatted him my tits he'd be the first to complain."

"No, I'd be the first to complain, you get enough pervy comments on your Instagram girl," Summer said.

Paige went pink.

Summer when she was that slightly bossy...swoon.

Cody, observant as ever, spotted this. And grinned naughtily.

He sent a sneaky snapchat to Sami of the two girls with the caption 'Summer = bossy.. Paige = moist *wink emojis*

Paige looked at her phone just as Sami sent her a new Snapchat.

It was a 'disapproving face' shot and he was holding a bottle of water with the charming caption 'Thirsty much Saraya?'

Paige slammed her phone down.

"Where is he? I'll murder him!" she complained as Summer howled with laughter. The tenacious young Brit then rounded on Cody who was munching on his cereal still, looking the picture of innocence.

"What?" he chirped.

"You...by the time I've finished telling your wife, you will be getting no Christmas presents and no new video games for the next ten years!" she hissed.

"Like to see you try." Cody was busy doing his daily stalk of Josh Mathews' twitter. His face suddenly looked like it had been carved out of Mount Rushmore and he exhaled sharply through his nose.

"What's wrong?" asked Summer.

"Nothing."

Cody's voice was harder than usual.

"What time's this party then?"

"Er...from eight o'clock," Paige said, "Sure you're OK?"

"Fine."

"You can't fool us, that's what most chicks do when they're blatantly not," Summer put in.

Cody just huffed.

Paige had an inkling. Man trouble? She checked out Josh's Twitter. Ah. Tweeting with Rockstar Spud all the time. And implying Robbie E was his room mate. OK now she could understand why he was pissed off. Robbie E was friends with Corey.

"Ah..." she said.

"What?" spat Cody.

"Something to do with his new room mate?" Summer said.

"Bingo." Cody was spitting venom.

"Maybe let him explain before you jump to conclusions..." Paige began.

"What's there to explain? He fucking stabbed me right in the back. All this time...all the nasty shit that Pauly D knock off said to me..you...he's fucking besties with that piece of shit Graves...and Josh is actually friends with him.."

He felt sick. Betrayed.

"I'm sure there's a reason for it...maybe it's for an angle.." Paige began.

"Whatever. Robbie E is fucking TRASH."

Cody threw his phone down. He was so angry he was tempted to block Josh and keep a silence. Really get inside his head. But deep down he knew he couldn't lose him again. Especially with differing employers names on their paychecks now. It wasn't worth it. Cody's insistence on having the last word had got him into trouble too often. And if he and Josh broke up/fell out before Christmas..

"Even if he can't make it, just enjoy the party," Summer attempted, "Even if it's bad."

"How bad are they?" Cody hissed.

"Well, usually it's a few dodgy pies and a disco," Paige remarked, "You show up, throw up and bog off home."

"Might stay in then," pouted Cody, "Haven't exactly sold it to me."

"But we'll be there," Paige said, "I'm sure many of the other guys will be too. Let your hair down."

"And watch everyone have a midnight kiss under the mistletoe whilst I sit alone?"

"I know it's not the same but bring Brandi," Summer said.

"But..."

"No buts mister, you're the self-proclaimed party queen. Bring the bad bitch back."

Cody considered this. Yes. He will. Why not? He was Regina George of WWE damnit. Dress to KILL. Dance them all into submission. Pick the music.

"Be there or be square bitches," he sassed after a silence, removing his lenseless glasses, "I don't need no old man to tie this ass down."

"Samuel will take care of you," Paige said.

"Just don't let my champagne glass run dry."

---

Sami was at home, picking his outfit for the party. Well to a point. He wasn't a designer label whore like some he could mention but he wanted to look the part as a new champ. Everyone will want a piece of him tonight. Not that sort.

Adrian strolled in, whistling and buttoning up a flash navy shirt. Fred Perry of course.

"You still not decided?" he asked, "It starts in half hour."

"Dunno whether to just keep it casual or make an effort," Sami sighed.

"Make an effort," Adrian said.

"Is that Fred Perry?" teased Sami.

"And?"

"Don't lecture me on fashion, Ben."

"We go through this every year...but why do you go to these things if you don't celebrate Christmas? And you don't drink?"

"You don't need to get wasted to have fun Ben."

"Says the lad who makes Spruce Beer?"

"Well as you lot say, season of good will," Sami grinned, still in just a sexy red set of briefs as he gestured to a big bag of bottles, "I might just show up like this."

"You dare..."

"You'll have to spank me Ben."

"No. Put something on PLEASE."

A loud knocking on the door.

"Who the hell's that?" Adrian asked.

"Oh that'll be Fergal," Sami said.

"Why don't he just move in? He's here more than his own gaff!"

"Answer the door Ben."

"Yes dear," snarked Adrian, running downstairs to get the door. He pulled it open.

"Alright?" Finn grinned, dressed to the absolute nines in a fitted pale blue button down (showing off his killer pecs) and tight black jeans that left nothing to the imagination, "Got some tins."

He shoved a box of Guinness (how predictable) into Adrian's hands and dashed up the stairs. The Geordie sighed and went to stick it in the fridge.

Finn sprinted upstairs and into the bedroom. He playfully slapped Sami's breif-clad bottom.

"Watch it you," teased Sami, hugging his partner-in-crime and former indie friend, "Help me. I can't decide what to wear."

"Something that'll get you noticed?"

"You calling me boring? Bitch. Bet you only just got out of bed."

Finn snorted.

"Chance would be a fine thing."

"What? You mean you didn't shag him?!" Adrian re-appeared in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

"No. I'm not a slag."

"You disappoint me. Going soft in your old age?" Sami teased, umming and ahhing over the shirt pile. Ahh fuck it. He picked the white one he wore to Jericho's podcast and pulled it on, along with some of his more expensive jeans. After dousing himself in cologne, the redhead finished his look with his signature flat cap.

Adrian was tying his hair up in the mirror and placing his glasses on. He intended on getting fucking wasted tonight and thought the specs would be less hassle. He'd heard over the grapevine that Cesaro would be there and needed Dutch courage to stand up to that long streak of piss. He was convinced the Swiss would put the moves on Sami and he might be muscular, but Adrian was also short. So the beer would add inches.

"So tell all Fergal, I was expecting you to come in barely walking!"

"Cold feet," Finn shrugged, "I was knackered."

"You?"

"OK I wanted to wait till tonight. Got you lot as wingmen if it all goes arse-up."

"Oh no, you are waking up in Barrett's bed tomorrow night if it's the last thing you do!" Sami said, "Don't disappoint me, Devitt."

"Isn't Sheamus coming?" Adrian put in.

"Oh..." Finn looked crushed. The ex. Now Wade won't even look at him.

"Sheamus is dating Claudio now and they're coming as a couple," Sami admonished Adrian, spotting the shit-stirring afoot, "And if Barrett even looks at Sheamus, Fergal will dive in and eat his face."

Finn blushed.

"Is Ziggler coming?" he said with a mischeivous grin.

"Behave," snarled Sami.

"I'm not wearing any knickers," smirked Finn, "Too many Guinnesses and I'm anyones.."

"Good boy," Sami slapped the Irishman;s back.

Adrian facepalmed. Why did Finn say he wore 'knickers'? So embarrassing.

"Anyway, you should be looking after Hideo, better hope Graves doesn't spike his sake," Adrian said, a slight smile on his face, "I bet he's on the prowl tonight."

"Rat Skank makes the moves on anyone, I'm spiking his drink with Exlax," Sami said, and he fished a box out of his bag of spruce beer.

Adrian facepalmed. Oh God. It was going to a night to remember.

"Pac , get us a beer lad," Finn made himself comfy on the bed.

Adrian huffed and went downstairs to retrieve two Guinnesses and an OJ for Sami.

---

"C'mon Stephen," Cesaro complained as Sheamus faffed around looking for his shoes, "We'll miss the food."

"I shouldn't be going out on me jollies when I'm supposed to be recovering," the Irishman complained, "You do realise Ste's going?"

"So?" Cesaro said, "You said yourself, you need to face him."

"I know we're still mates but you know, he;s been away for so long...anyway isn't YOUR ex gonna be there?"

"Which one?" Cesaro half-smirked. Sheamus was making him sound a real player.

"Our new NXT Champion. I know you're talking to him again. Neville's not happy."

"We're friends and Neville will just have to accept that...ugh your collar's not straight."

He fiddled with Sheamus' shirt collar and undid the badly-done-up waistcoat. Honestly. Sheamus wore such nice clothes and yet couldn't dress himself properly. The Swiss had to do everything around here. He re-buttoned the waistcoat.

"You never know," he quipped, "Get a few cheap lagers in Barrett, he might proposition us for that 3 way."

Sheamus gave a pained smile.

"Look," he sighed, "I like Stuey a lot still. But he's a mate now. Open relationships are a bad idea."

"It's how you got me," Cesaro cut in.

"Yes. And how you get them is how ya lose'em. Ditto Bryan. Oh, he'll be there too. All his old indie mates are there...Devitt...Steen...you...Rollins...Ambrose.."

Cesaro smirked.

"What's the face for?"

"Devitt...oh Devitt. I'll keep him away from you. Otherwise you'll be locked in a drinking battle."

"Just because we're both Irish...mind what you say you racist twat." Sheamus had a playful smile on his face as he said that.

"Don't show me up tonight Stephen," Cesaro said, "It's our first appearance as a couple since you got sidelined." He pecked the bristled cheek and moved Sheamus' flat cap (funny how redheads in flat caps and beards did it for the Swiss!) to just the right angle.

---

The Student's Union bar at Full Sail University had been reserved for the NXT Christmas Party tonight and the tables were all set. A few of the developmental roster had arrived early and the food tables were beginning to fill up.

The Total Divas camera crew unfortunately were also in attendance.

Wade Barrett was enjoying a cold beer at his table. He was a bit miffed that Finn had taken a rain check on their casual pint at the pub last night, considering the lad supposedly had a massive crush on him. The Englishman was also trying to not let the fact that Sheamus and Cesaro were coming along tonight bother him. He decided that he was going to make the moves on Finn. Show how much he'd moved on. OK judging by the table settings it was him, Cena, Nikki Bella, Orton (oh whoopee), Sheamus and Cesaro so Awkward O' Bloody Clock from the off.

He necked his beer. Wet the baby;'s head.

He strolled to the bar.

"Alright mate, chuck us another Coors, cheers," he said, leaning on the bar just as he spied John Cena arrive with Nikki on his arm, mugging for the Total Divas crew. Randy looked stony faced behind him, obviously pissed off that he had to pretend to be going stag tonight until those E! morons buggered off home.

"BArrett, how';s it going man," drawled John, slapping him on the back, "Got some bad news for us?"

"Yes, you're stuck with me, my ex and my ex's new fella," Wade smirked, "Get your cameras to film that. Oh alright love.." He amiably gave Nikki a one armed hug.

"Soon as Brianna gets here I'll leave you boys to it," the Divas Champion said.

"Could always sit and drink with us," Randy's false smile almost cracked his face. John glared at him.

Nikki rolled her eyes. She was a little sick of Orton's little-girl games. She got enough of that at work with AJ. C'mon Nattie...where was she?

"Alright Randy mate, long time no see," Wade said.

"Barrett," rumbled Randy, nodding before turning to bar, "Long Island Iced Tea buddy and make it quick."

John rolled his eyes.

"I'm just gonna go fix my hair," Nikki said before making a big show of kissing John for the cameras and departing.

"Am I allowed to exist now Cena?" snarled Randy.

"Randal, please try and enjoy yourself, the crew are only here for the first hour," John said, "And then you can make out with me all you want."

"Good cos I am getting that dance with you," Randy said, "Make that two Iced Teas buddy."

He flashed his plastic at the barman.

"Put it on Randy CENA's tab," he snapped.

"Sure thing sir," the barman said.

"No..." Wade was floored, "You married?! What the bloody HELL?! When was this?"

"No," chuckled John, "He's taken to doing that everywhere we go..it makes him happy and it is kinda cute."

He slapped Randy's head.

"Do that again Cena and you'll wear your drink," snapped the Viper, taking the drinks from the barman. He took a large gulp and shuddered.

"Cheers," Wade said, clinking his beer bottle with both of them.

John wanted to get Randy to loosen up. So the big hulk manfully padded over and hugged the Viper from behing, peppering his neck with kisses. Randy lightly moaned and leaned in, a smile lifting his handsome face.

"Hey," John purred, "We gonna slap a smile on that face now? Just tolerate it. Nicole is a lovely girl. Think of her as an adopted sister. As soon as that damn crew goes, you can sit on my lap."

"Might just do that...seeing you lift Show last week...did bad things to me," Randy rumbled, "Love you Johnny."

"Love you too. Now chill out, enjoy the show."

"Might enjoy it more if you took your shirt off."

John shook his head and flashed the dimples.

"Maybe after a few more beers."

"I'll hold you to that."

"Oh please," Wade snarked, "You two are making me sick."

"Then naff off," John replied in the most hideous attempt at some form of English accent.

"Don';t even try it Cena," Wade smirked, unbuttoning his smart black shirt a little, "Lads. Need your advice."

"Oh?" John grinned, "Have you still not slept with Devitt?"

"Who else knows?!" snapped the Brit, wind now taken out of his sails and his cheeks pink.

"Cody's a blabbermouth," John said, "Even the roadies know Devitt fancies the pants off you."

"Jesus..." Wade buried his face in his hands, "I'm gonna go sit down. Bleedin' hungry."

"He's more shit up about having to face his ex," Randy remarked as the tall Brit left to go sit down.

"Randal...no drama."

"Why?" Randy had the naughtiest smirk going, "It's fun for me. Where's Devitt sitting."

"How do I know? Oh sup Breeze. Going stag?"

The blonde model had just walked by the bar.

"Oh hey man," he said, shaking John;s hand, "Didn't realise you were coming. Nah ain't going stag, Big Cass collared CJ on the way in."

"You guys doing good?" asked John.

"Yeah, doing good thanks man..oh just a cheap beer bro, thanks...yeah. I'm gonna go get my seat...two bucks did you say? Awesome bro...catch you later Cena."

"Chatting up the younger models?" snarled Randy.

"I'm just being nice, chill," John said.

---

Sami, Adrian and Finn were striding into the bar. Immediately Sami spoitted Wade sat at a table on his phone.

"Now's your chance," he shoved Finn ahead of him, causing the Irishman to trip clumsily.

"Hey! Let me make my own decisions."

"Just do as he says pal," Adrian grinned, "Be easier for you. And for me."

"And if I don't, Saraya will," teased Sami.

"Yes. I know," pouted Finn, "Give us that homebrew you made. Might need it to face Wade...oh man..." he swooned as he took in Wade in that very smart black shirt. Damn he looked SO fine tonight.

"Glass of water for Devitt," smirked Adrian.

"Ice bucket more like," Sami said, "THirsty bitch."

"Wouldn't you be...oh jesus...come to me Daddy..." moaned Finn.

"How many Guinnesses has he had?!" Sami rounded on Adrian.

"Half the box...well I'm not his bloody mam!" Adrian complained.

"Give him brewer's droop, smart move Ben," Sami scolded.

Finn made a big show of walking past Wade's table and perched at the bar, his pert bottom stuck out.

"That's the real Fergal coming out," Sami said proudly, "When he wants something, he gets it."

"If he doesn't crack his head open...if he gets that pissed he'll just keep falling over," Adrian remarked.

"Oh SAMUEL?" came that all-too-familar East Anglia accent that announced the arrival of the entire Total Divas cast.

"Cheap wine and cheaper perfume, sounds like Saraya's here," teased Sami, turning to be met with not only Paige, but Brie Bella, Daniel Bryan (who just looked amused), Natalya, Tyson Kidd, Eva Marie, Cameron, Summer and Alicia Fox.

After the NXT golden couple exchanged hellos with all divas, both superstars (who spent a good five minutes praising Sami and Adrian for their performances last night), Paige lingered, gripping Summer's arm.

"We'll be there in five minutes!" she called. The English girl was looking extra gorgeous tonight in a tight, short black dress, fishnets and knee high black boots. Summer's eyes were all over her. Paige was still sporting her signature reverse Snapback but it was black to match her attire and her hair was extra backcombed and wavy tonight.

She hugged Sami and giggled.

"We've already been to two bars," SUmmer said, "I'm sitting with the boys tonight. Ambrose and Rollins."

"Are you leaving Total Divas?" Sami asked.

"Might be, you'll have to wait and see," the blonde said, "Girl, I'm getting a drink."

"You better come sit with me," Paige ordered, before kissing her on the lips.

"I will. Once I've exhausted talking about the game," Summer said.

"White wine spritzers for Paige," Adrian teased.

"Spruce beer Saraya?" Sami smirked, offering her the bag of bottles as Summer went inside.

"Oh Samuel have I ever told you how much I love you?" Paige squeaked, taking two.

"Greedy mare," Adrian teased.

"Taking one home for mum," Paige hit back before slipping them in her handbag, "So. Did Devitt get laid last night?"

"No," Sami sighed.

"Good. SHouldn't drop your knickers on the first date," Paige said.

"There was no date, he chickened out."

"Well we can't have that," Paige said.

"Leave the poor bastard alone!" cut in Adrian.

"Ben!" Sami snapped his fingers, "Take the spruce beer to the bar. Now."

"Yes dear," the Geordie snarked, taking the bag and shuffling inside.

"So we all good?" Paige asked, "You've got him obeying you again."

"Perfect..." sighed Sami wistfully, "Last night was just amazing..."

"Yes I know we saw the Snapchats," Paige teased, "Baldy might not come...man trouble."

"Man trouble?" came a lisp and dressed in full Stardust regalia, face paint and all, Cody came striding in. The sass and swagger of old was back, "Bitch I don't need a man to have a good time."

"Hi Baldy," Paige pecked him, "Didn't think you were coming."

"A chance to shake what my mamma gave, I'm there bitches," COdy sassed, the contact lenses hiding the pain in his blue eyes, "Sami...thought you'd have made more effort.."

"You came in your work clothes!" Sami hit back.

"Cccckkkhh.." A Stardust teeth-baring hiss in the face. Cody smelled nice. He was wearing Josh's favourite Paul Smith cologne, "Where's the drinks?"

"Bar.." Sami said.

COdy walked inside.

Paige tapped a text.

How long you gonna be? x

Buzz buzz

Just parked up. Feels so weird being back here...sure they'll be OK with this? x

Paige showed Sami.

Sami smiled.

"Providing Rat Skank doesn't see him, we might just get away with this," he said.

---

Daniel Bryan was enjoying being here. He'd been mingling and chatting to several of the NXT talent. And it was good to see Cena again he deduced. Randy still flatly refused to talk to him but after what happened earlier in the year it was for the best. Daniel wanted to forget that side of him ever existed. He was happy and content as a married man now. Even when the inevitable arrival of Sheamus happened, he wasn't going to bother. He'll be totaly civil and adult.

A slap on his back.

"Bryan...how's it going man...good to see ya."

Seth Rollins.

Daniel beamed and manfully returned the greeting.

"Not bad, not bad," he said, "We're not staying long, still taking it easy. Just wanted to show my face and see all the guys. Where's your other half?"

"Hey...I'm right here.." came a voice and Daniel almost keeled over as he caught sight of an almost unrecognisable Dean. His unruly hair had been straightened and he was wearing lenseless Ray Bans, plus a delightfully ugly Christmas jumper.

"Jesus I could have walked right by you.." he chuckled, shaking Dean';s hand, "How's the neck?"

"It was a work," Dean said, "I'm obviously good at acting."

Seth just grinned.

"Anyway we're gonna go sit down," he said, "Just wanted to say hey. Catch up over some beers later?"

Dean grabbed Seth's hand.

"Later," Daniel said. Awww. It was good see his old Ring Of Honor buddies happy after the drama they'd been through. He'd seen his former best friend Cody arrive, alone. He wasn;t sure whether to bury the hatchet or not because he'd been out and out rude last time. He'd avoided Cody when he was Raw GM the other week. Maybe he should go make it up.

"Brie...just gonna go...see someone," he said.

"You should go talk to him," Brie said, spotting the direction in which her shaggy-haired husband's eyes went, "He misses you. You were such good friends."

"I know but he's also a walking reminder of...those days," Daniel said.

"Move on." Brie said more forcefully. She actually got to her feet and steered him towards the lonely Stardust, propping up the bar with a Cosmopolitan in his hand.

"Hey.." Daniel said. He'd never felt so sheepish.

"Oh. Hi Bryan. Nice of you to remember I exist," spat Cody.

Daniel sighed.

"Look...I know you wanna kick my ass but I'm just trying to say...sorry for being a dick," he said.

"Damn right I wanna kick your ass. I don't care how over you are," Cody snarled, "You abused my friendship! All because you couldn't cope with being a CHEAT."

"Hey that's not necessary.."

"Why? Your wife doesn't deserve your player ass. She's been more of a friend to me than you ever were!"

"You're a grown man Cody. Stop acting like a child. That's what puts people off hanging out with you."

"How dare you..."

Cody got right in his face.

"Oh," Daniel went on, still stung from the rebuttal, "I heard about you and Curtis. Is that why you make friends with guys? Reel them in and then bed them? You're a bigger manipulator than most."

"You..." Cody's eyes filled with tears. That was harsh.

"Truth hurts, huh?"

Cody wasn't about to be talked down to like this. Even if the little bearded man's words happened to be true. What must he have looked like?

"Fine..." he hissed, "You win."

"This isn't about winning," Daniel said, "Look...can we just...draw a line under this?"

"If you want," Cody sighed, "So...friends?"

"Friends.."

Cody hugged him a little stiffly and turned back to his drink. Daniel turned to head back to his table and looked over at the door just at the wrong moment...as Sheamus walked in, hand in hand with Cesaro.

Daniel paled.

No.

He wasn't ready for this.

C'mon Bryan, you're a bigger man than that, he told himself.

He held his head high and strode back to his table, pretending not to have seen them.

Sheamus had spotted Daniel's long hair and signatured checked shirt though. He scowled and cracked his knuckles.

"Ignore him mon amour, you're with me now," Cesaro said.

"Sorry mate..." Sheamus said, "Just been a while."

"Give them something to talk about," purred Cesaro and he grabbed Sheamus' face and smashed their lips together in full view of the entire bar.

Cheers, cat calls and applause.

Sheamus was smirking stupidly as he broke the kiss. OK wow. That was a kick up the arse and a half. Daniel WHO? Wade WHO?

Cesaro beamed right back at him.

"Let's do this man," he said and led Sheamus to their table, where a smirking John Cena was ready with a fresh bout of teasing to deliver.

"Way to make an entrance," the big hulk grinned.

"ANything doing is worth doing well," Sheamus said, shaking his hand, "How you doing?"

"Never mind me, same old same old," John said, "How's the healing going?"

"Boring but necessary," Sheamus said, "I see you brought wifey. Thought you'd be at the Total Divas table?"

"Watch your mouth ginger," snarled Randy, "I can still kick your face in."

"Randal...please.." sighed John. Randy's eyes had glowed green at the sight of Sheamus and Cesaro's public makeout and the Cenation leader was sensing trouble brewing.

"Hadn't someone better tell WADE dinner will be shortly?" Randy said pointedly, before turning away to swig from a bottle of beer.

Cesaro scowled at him and cracked his knuckles.

John facepalmed. It was going to be a long night.

---

Wade Barrett was at the bar, trying the Spruce Beer. Sami's machinations had gone into overdrive.

"MAte this is nice," the big Brit was saying, "You should flog it on the side."

"Not sure it'll do my career much good," Sami said, "Look...Wade...gonna come right out and say it. What happened?"

"When?"

"Don't avoid me Bennett. I want to know what happened between you and my cute Irish friend last night."

"I don't bloody know, bloody hell is there a prize? I went to the pub, your mate didn't bother his arse showing up so I finished my drink and buggered off home!"

"I've taken the liberty of setting up a table for two," Sami said, pointing to a hastily lashed up table in the corner, "For you and Fergal. Saves you having to spend the night watching Claudio and your ex sharing tongue sandwiches."

Wade snorted. He'd seen their entrance all right and had scoffed. Please. That screamed insecurity to the tall Manc. And in a way he was a little grateful to Sami for his blatant meddling. Wade had been uneasy about seeing Sheamus beforehand. Now he just found his ex and Cesaro somewhat pathetic and sickening. He had no time for petty games. He'd suspected that Cesaro was a clingy bitch and he was so far being proved right. Maybe Miz hadn't been the one with the issues after all.

Finn re-emerged from the Gents to his table when he noted his place name had been moved.

Huh?

"Where's my label?" he asked Adrian.

"You've been moved...not my doing mate before you lamp us," Adrian said.

"Where?" pouted Finn.

"Over there..."

Adrian pointed to the crudely set up table.

Finn rolled his eyes.

Sami. Who else.

He stomped over and sat on the seat.

And then a shadow fell across him as Wade appeared.

"Alright mate," Wade drawled, "Looks like you get to sit with me."

Finn could only gibber. Oh God...Wade's black button down just fitted him like a glove...his cock went hard. Jesus. He really was anyones tonight.

"Yeah..." he spluttered.

"So mate, why couldn't you come out last night?" Wade grinned, casually supping his spruce beer.

"I er...was tired..."

"You. How old are ya man? Ninety?"

"33 actually."

"Smartarse."

Wade was beginning to enjoy himself. And Finn was a hottie. His shyness really endeared him to the Brit. Plus his heavenly Irish accent.

Finn had been feeling so confident when he arrived after all the Guinness drunk at Sami's. Now he could barely string a sentence together. At least it was better than his usual practice of dropping things or falling over in Wade's presence. He felt such an idiot for getting eleventh hour cold feet last night. He could have woken up in Wade's bed this morning. But no matter how sexually frustrated he was, he didn't want to be known as a slag. Now he was finally alone (sort of) with the man he'd been crushing madly on for weeks...and he was worse than a twelve year old on their first date.

"Don't say much do ya without Zayn?" Wade smirked, "You was all interested in me dishing the dirt on that sket Graves before."

"Who still keeps sending dirty shit to me," Finn spat, eagerly. Bitch about Corey. Ideal ice breaker.

"You must think I'm a right dirty bastard for hitting that," Wade said.

"Rather not talk about that..." Finn mumbled, "You were just his flavour of the week."

Wade found that adorable. Finn's jealousy was etched into every pore of his handsome face.

Waiters were bringing out plates of starters to the tables at that point.

Finn was too nervous to eat.

He shuffled in his chair.

And accidentally kicked Wade's shin.

"Ow...what the bloody hell..." Wade hissed.

Finn went scarlet.

"Oh God...I'm sorry...shit...I didn't mean to..."

"Fuckin'ell mate what did I do?"

"Nothing...I just...oh excuse me.,..I'm gonna go sit back with Generico...bad idea...sorry...thanks but..."

"Jesus mate you don't half gibber," Wade smiled, grabbing Finn's wrist.

Finn froze as electricity shot through his entire body. Oh please...please just kiss him. SO what if they hadn't talked much! He'd feel so much more relaxed..

Wade saw the fire burn behind his date's eyes. He was liking Finn more and more. So different from Sheamus but still manly enough. Wade had enjoyed being the 'bitch' in his and Sheamus' relationship but he was loving being the gent to Finn. He might be from Preston but he still had some manners.

He rubbed Finn's wrist with his thumb.

Finn exhaled. His lips parted. He ran his tongue over them as they dried out rapidly. He'd never been this gawky as a teenager on dates. So why now?!

Probably because Sami was watching everything from his table in between bites and admonishing Adrian for being a messy eater.

And Paige was watching and smirking.

So was John fucking Cena.

And Rhodes. Who looked utterly stupid in full costume amongst the throngs of people in their party gear.

Suddenly a man's cry sounded from Sami's table.

Aiden English had just lobbed his starter right in Baron Corbin's face.

The tall ex-NFL player was totally nonplussed, with soup dripping from his cheeks and nose and in his collar-length black hair. He'd pulled his phone out to snap his meal for Instagram and Corey Graves had chosen that moment to text him 'oi oi big guy ;P'. Baron really thought he'd blocked Corey months ago. He bet Corey had nicked his phone. He should have picked a less predictable pass code than Aiden's birthday...

"Aiden...no..." Sami sighed.

"I'M SO DONE!" screamed Aiden, "AFTER EVERYTHING BAR! HE'S FUCKING TEXTING YOU AGAIN!"

The entire bar went silent.

"Please...not here," Baron sighed, burning from the humiliation. He was a big man. He couldn't exactly show his embarrassment for fear of derision from coworkers. Aiden was such a damn drama queen. Well no wonder he was the Drama King. His gimmick fit him to a tee. Partly why he had devised said gimmick.

"C'mon man, please...don't make a scene," Tyler Breeze urged the fuming Aiden, "I'm sure there's an explanation."

"Oh yes there fucking is," growled Aiden, "He's a fucking CAD! It's over Baron! IT'S OVER!"

Baron was wiping the soup from his face with a napkin.

"Aiden...come on, calm down," Sami said. Was he himself as bad as this with Adrian? It certainly put things into perspective.

---

Outside the bar, Corey Graves was sniggering as he clearly heard Aiden explode. Oh yes. Playtime for him was only just beginning. How many couples could he split up tonight? He'd already got Robbie E rooming with that little twerp Mathews over at TNA and Rhodes was so beautifully pissed about it...he'd arranged for Justin Gabriel to show up later to throw a spanner in the works so Finn and Wade couldn't start anything...and best of all, AJ even said she'd come along. Tonight was going to be BEAUTIFUL.

He'd spent today in bed with Simon Gotch, well the morning anyway, and this afternoon had been spent riding Jason Jordon on the sofa while that self-righteous dick Dillinger was at the gym.

The door flew open and Aiden stormed out, scarlet in the fact, pulling his coat on.

Baron Corbin appeared close behind.

Corey then darted over, grinning.

"HEY BIG BOY!" he roared jovially, touching up Baron, enjoying the snarl Aiden gave him.

"I HATE YOU! YOU'RE WELCOME TO EACH OTHER!" yelled the Artiste, reaching into his pocket with shaking hands and threw a key at Baron's feet, "All your shit is going in a fucking SKIP! DON'T COME NEAR ME AGAIN!"

And with that Aiden sprinted downstairs and out of the Students Union building.

Baron didn;t even try calling after him. No use getting through to Aiden when he was in a mood like this. It was bad enough after the pay per view. But he was beyond sick of Aiden's jealousy.

He turned to Corey and pinned the little shit to the wall.

"You're fucking dead!" he snarled, "I wouldn't touch you if you were the last fucking thing on this planet! Where do you fucking get off? No wonder your ex couldn't leave fast enough. I hope he's fucking happy in England with Redman!"

"Come on Baron," sneered Corey, unintimidated, "A prissy mess like English, or a real man like me? No contest."

SMACK.

Corey found himself on the receiving end of yet another punch in the face and he stumbled to the floor, holding his cut lip. Baron was incandescent. He'd been truly set up and had his night (and relationship) ruined. For what? A self-serving slut? Corey turned his stomach. Truly.

Corey just shot him an oily, arrogant sneer as he stomped away.

This was just too much fun for him.

Right. Who next to piss off?

---

"What the hell was that?" Tyler breathed as their plates and bowls were taken away.

"Fucking RAT SKANK.." snarled Sami, "I bet he hacked Baron's phone and Aiden sung like a canary."

"Least we're OK Matti.." CJ Parker put in, arm around Tyler's shoulders.

"Only because you're lucky enough to not be Graves' type!" Tyler retorted.

"See I told you being a scruffy git was a good thing!" Adrian cut in, gulping his beer.

Sami sideyed him HARD.

"It's true man," Tyler said, comfortably reassured, "In a weirdshit way. Neville I guess you're not so stupid after all bro."

"Thanks mate...I think..." grinned Adrian.

"You're so lucky Ben..." Sami hissed.

"Rami c'mon.." Adrian said, full of a touch more bonhomie than earlier and he pecked Sami;s cheek. The cute redhead went bright red and the biggest grin split his adorable face. Oh ADRIAN...you perfect man you...in front of all their coworkers...so casual...he'd learned after all! Sami once more forgave him of every misdemeanor.

"Sorry Ben," he said sheepishly, "I just don't trust Rat Skank not being here..at least if he shows his ugly face you can see what he's up to...if he even tries to fuck things up for Fergal...I'll kill him. I mean it."

He cracked his knuckles menacingly and his eyes flashed.

"Easy man," Tyler said, "Don't react. It's what the prick wants."

He leaned into his hippie other half. Lately the blonde was more willing to drop his off-screen dude bro exterior to act more openly with CJ after seeing how much happier it made Sami when Adrian showed him affection at work.

---

At another table were sat Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, Summer Rae, and Cody, who was busy complimenting Dean on how much he suited straight hair and glasses.

Seth and Summer were so busy discussing Chicago Bears that they were in another world. Seth hadn't been pleased when that gossip site that Dean still insisted on trolling regularly started claiming he and Summer were a secret couple blah blah. Seriously. In this day and age you couldn't go anywhere with a co worker without saddos on the net assuming you were in a clandestine relationship.

"You don't mind me being sat here..?" Cody said, for about the third time since the meal had started.

"Summer's sat here...it's a work party not a date night," Dean replied, "Quit asking Codes."

"I had such a tough job recognising you," Cody went on, "I never thought big bad Ambrose would be seen dead in an ugly holiday sweater."

"I wouldn't but Colby bought me this as a joke so I thought I'd show up wearing this," Dean said, "And the hair...thanks again by the way...was a disguise..."

"And the glasses because you want to be me?" teased Cody.

"They make me look intelligent!" Dean hit back, "Sucks Mathews couldn't come but I guess it'd land you in the shit if he did."

"Yeah..." sighed Cody.

"Is everything OK...you don't seem yourself?" Dean said, having known Cody long enough to spot that, and plus he owed Cody big time for being a friend when he was going off the rails a bit a few months back.

"No," Cody admitted, "Just hypothetically, how would you feel say, if Seth started being buddies with Miz after all the shit that happened?"

"I'd be pissed the fuck off!" Dean spat.

"Bingo. Joshy's rooming with Robbie E and Rockstar Spud."

"Most people know that," Dean said, "It's all over his Twitter.."

"But Robbie E...is fucking TRASH! He's friends with everyone I hate! Gabriel. Graves. Maddox. And many others...plus he's fucking TNA."

"We're not a grade school," Dean assured him, "We're grown men. Maybe they talked...maybe it's just wrong impression stuff?"

"I don't like it. In fact I fucking hate it Dean! I feel so betrayed!"

"What don't you like? The fact that he's working there? Or because he's moving on with his life? He's got just as much right to make new friends as you or I have."

"But why THAT?!"

"What do you hate about Rob Eckos? He's a decent worker."

"He looks fucking stupid. And he's a poisonous...dirty...malicious..."

"Because he knows Graves? A lot of the indies stars know each other, you should know that!"

"OK! Just that from some the tea that Mickie spilled after she left TNA...Robbie E was TNA's office bike."

"Just like Josh.." Dean finished, "You think Josh might go back to that lifestyle and forget about you?"

"YES! THAT!" Cody cried in exasperation but thankful SOMEONE got his thinking at last.

"Give him more credit than that," Dean hissed, "Jesus...you're even more insecure and paranoid than I am. I think you should calm down and take your own advice."

Cody huffed but realised Dean was right. How paranoid was he being if of all people the Lunatic Fringe was telling him to calm down. Dean was so chill these days but still.

---

Dessert had been and gone and many people were heading up to the bar to get drinks as Darlene love's Winter Wonderland blasted through the room. So far all that had played were the much-overplayed seasonal classics and it was getting a bit suffocating. At last the Total Divas camera crew had gone. Along with, thankfully for Sheamus, Daniel Bryan and Brie Bella.

The relief was etched in Sheamus' face as he watched the two stars of 2014 leave the room, saying goodbyes and apologies for the early leaving to many of the talent.

"Hey," Cesaro said, "Don't worry bout him., You have me."

"I know but it made me bloody uncomfortable," the big Irishman admitted.

Cesaro pecked him, eyes shining, "Je'tadore...danser avec moi s'il vous plait?"

"Oui," Sheamus replied, just about understanding it, "After me dinner's gone down a bit. Don't want me vomming down your Armani shirt."

Cesaro smiled and pecked him again. He'd really become a big softie since being with Sheamus. Not that he cared.

A slap on the big Swiss' back and he looked into Tyson Kidd's grinning face.

"Way to make an entrance earlier man," the Canadian said, "You should be on Total Divas."

"And be stuck in a stupid failing marriage angle like you?" Cesaro retorted but he was smiling, "Any idiot can see you and Nattie are absolutely fine."

"I know but hey, look where it's got me," Tyson replied, "So, you gonna get old two left feet here to dance?"

Sheamus scowled.

Cesaro smirked.

"Managed to persuade him."

"Good man," Tyson slapped him on the back, "Never know, they might start chanting Sheamus girlfriend at you at shows."

"They bloody better not," snarled Sheamus.

Tyson grinned.

"Sod off to your wife and make sure her champers isn't running dry!" Sheamus spat.

"Laters man," Tyson ambled away.

"Why you being so nippy?" asked Cesaro.

"You've been talking about me..."

"And? Kidd's my tag partner, it's what we do when we go for drinks, Stephen."

"I know but...you make me out to be this stupid great oaf.."

"You are and it's why I love you," purred the Swiss, "Un boisson mon amour?"

"Une biere et rapide!" hit back Sheamus, feeling pretty chuffed with himself. One of his recovery pastimes had been to learn more French, perhaps be a touch more cultured to please Cesaro. And the way Cesaro's eyes sparkled suggested he was doing a good job thus far.

The big Swiss got to his feet and strode to the bar to get two more beers.

Now Sheamus was left to face the jeering from one John Cena.

"Under his thumb already?" smirked John.

"I am not!" retorted Sheamus.

"Oh really...so what's with the speaking French?" chimed in Randy, "You never did that with Wade..."

"Randal..." growled John.

"I'm only stating an observation Johnny," rumbled the Viper, "Oh fancy. Silicone Tits has left us. Do I exist in your life now Cena?"

"Behave," John rapped out like a stern schoolmaster.

"Nope." Randy climbed onto the hulk's lap much to Sheamus' amusement. If only those fangirls knew what big old Randy was like behind closed doors, away from the cameras..

"You enjoy it really Johnny," snarled Randy, stealing a possessive kiss from John, "And unless your cellphone's in your pocket, you want me to carry on."

Sheamus facepalmed.

"Want some water Randy?" he crowed.

"You could learn a thing or two you stupid Irish lug," sassed Randy. Yes, he sassed. He'd had a few drinks now and was feeling playful.

"It's Johnboy I feel sorry for," teased Sheamus, "You're such a diva."

"He loves it," Randy growled, "He couldn't get anyone like me again."

"Thank God, one of you's enough," Sheamus said.

---

Cesaro was paying for his beers at the bar when a figure in white appeared to order two OJs.

"Hi Claudio," Sami said.

"Oh...hey," Cesaro replied. Awkward.

"Quite an entrance," Sami began.

"Yeah. Look...I'm sorry...I was out of order...I shouldn't have made you do what you did...but it was six months ago now.."

"I know CLaudio. Ben doesn't like me talking to you...but we go back a long way. He's gonna have to tolerate us being friends."

"Yes. He will," Cesaro said, "Just want to say, you killed it last night. Best match in years."

"Thank you Claudio...anyway I must go..." Sami said, "Nice to see you. Happy Holidays."

"Same to you...or whatever you celebrate this time of year.."

"Ramadan but that's sweet of you. Laters Claudio."

"Laters."

Sami decided to take the long way back to his table. In other words, eavesdrop on Finn and Wade. They looked like they were holding a decent conversation. Finn was laughing anyway.

Sami got a wicked grin on his face.

Oh he was going to hell.

He purposely tripped over and the glass of orange juice and ice tipped and flew all over Wade's smart black shirt, soaking it.

"Oh my God...I'm so sorry," Sami made a huge show of this, whipping a napkin off a nearby table and dabbing Wade down.

"You clumsy twat!" Wade snapped, "My bleeding shirt's wet."

Finn was facepalming. BLOODY SAMI. He knew EXACTLY what his partner-in-crime had done and he was pissed off. He and Wade had broken the ice nicely and were just discussing the recent Liverpool and Man United game and then Sami had to come and spy on them!

"You could always take it off?" grinned Sami.

Finn was about to furiously retort when Wade's pissed off glower changed to his Bad News smirk. He'd sussed out that Sami had staged this. Oh well, he had a talented and hot Irishman to impress.

"It is pretty hot in here," Wade said, unbuttoning it.

Finn's eyes widened. His mouth was dry.

Wade opened his shirt, his smooth, ripped pecs and abs catching the myriad of fairy lights festooned around the bar.

CRASH.

Finn had keeled over yet again and fallen off his chair.

Wade smirked and casually removed the shirt altogether.

Sasha Banks, Becky Lynch, Charlotte, Alexa Bliss and Carmella all squealed and clapped.

As did Paige, Natalya, Alicia and Nikki from the Total Divas table.

Now the entire room was focused on Wade, Sami and Finn. Mainly the tall shirtless British hunk.

"Whatcha doing down there Fergal?" chuckled Sami, kneeling down to help the hapless man up. Finn wanted to DIE. He tried to appeal to Sasha to hel[p him out of this embarrassing mess. But the young most recent challenger to Charlotte's title just smiled naughtily back, refusing to help.

"Kill me NOW...I hate you Generico.." Finn huffed. His face was crimson.

"Need a hand mate?" drawled Wade seductively.

Finn moaned under his breath.

Oh take him now.

Please.

"M'fine.." he mumbled.

"You skipped dessert didn't you?" teased Sami, "Oh wait, Wade, here's your dessert."

He pulled Finn tp his feet and shoved him at Wade.

"Hi.." he mumbled.

Wade reached out and stroked his face. Now. Should he cave in and devour those soft lips in front of everyone? Or should he go at his own pace, let Finn know his intentions were good and not just to satisfy Sami's incessant meddling?

Oh fuck it.

It was Christmas.

And Slade was playing.

"Give us a kiss you clumsy great twat," he snarled and pulled Finn to him. At LAST! Finn kissed right back, moaning cutely at the back of his throat...oh God it was even better than he fantasised about! He never wanted to stop.

Sami had even meaner idea.

He began to 'Yes' a-la Daniel Bryan. Shame the guy in question had left.

Naturally the first to join in was Paige. Followed by Sasha. Then Becky.

And then slowly, other people began to as well.

Wade broke the kiss before shooting an incredulous look at the room at large.

"You lot are one sad bunch of shits," he snorted, going to the bar, yanking Finn's arm, hauling the Irishman with him.

---

Over at the main eventer's table, Sheamus had a look of incredulousness combined with well, inevitable jealousy. He thought the rumours about his fellow Irishman Balor and his ex were just gossip. Apparently not.

He hadn't thought Wade would move on that quick.

But like Cesaro said. How you get 'em...how you lose them. Wade had been rehabbing at the WWEPC for ages now.

"Shall we make a move?" he barked to Cesaro.

"Not want to stay and dance?" the Swiss said, "Don't be a coward."

"He's right," chipped in John, "Be a man about it. Not like you downgraded. We'll make a move anyway. Media first thing sadly."

"Oh thanks a fucking bunch. So I'm not worthy of a dance?!" snapped Randy.

"Sorry Randal, you knew the score when we agreed to show up."

"I wish I hadn't bothered."

John rolled his eyes. It was a busy day of media and Make-A-Wish tomorrow. He'd wanted to show up mainly to congratulate the NXT talent and because he was the face of the company. But Randy's jealous diva-like behavior had put a dampener on proceedings so John had decided to nip the impending trouble in the bud.

"C'mon," he said, "Sorry baby."

"Whatever." Randy was PISSED OFF. He'd flown all the way from home just to be at this party and John had spent half of it with Nikki for that trashy show and the rest more interested in poking fun at Sheamus than even touching him.

"I'll make it up to you on the tour bus," John attempted.

Randy had already stormed out. John shut his eyes in exasperation. It was going to be long, long night of ass-kissing.

"Don't worry about it mate," Sheamus said.

"He's right, we shouldn't have come," John said, "I mainly wanted to see the NXT guys as I couldn't show up to Takeover Revolution."

"You spread yourself too thin mate," Sheamus reasoned, "Too many fingers in lots of pies. Take wifey out, make it up to him. You tried to be too many things tonight."

He could see how tough it was simply being John Cena at times like this. You cou;dn't please everyone all the time. He looked over at the Total Divas table and spotted Cameron and Eva getting to their feet and saying bye to everyone.

"Walk out with the ladies," the red-haired man said, "That way you'll look less rude."

"That'll really please Randal but see your point. See you soon, take it easy."

They shook hands and John made his way out of the bar.

---

East 17's Stay Another Day was playing as the tables were pushed aside to make room on the dance floor. Out of the main roster talent, only Paige, Summer, Seth, Dean, Cody, Cesaro and Sheamus remained. The remaining Total Divas had gone to the next bar to meet up with Renee Young and Naomi who'd recently left the show.

Paige by now was with 'her boys' as ever and on her eighth beer of the night. Well you could take the girl out of Norwich...

"Cheer up baldy," she was saying to a still sad Cody.

"Can't..." Cody pouted, "Too many couples."

"Dance with me then," the young girl said, yanking him onto the floor as Stay Another Day was one of her favourites. It was lost on the Americans however.

"Not the same.." Cody said, resting his hands on her trim waist, avoiding Summer's gaze completely.

"You look good together!" called a passing Charlotte.

"Watch it you!" Paige playfully threatened.

"You should dance with your own beloved," Cody mumbled.

"Why, you're good?" she teased.

"Giving me a bad name," Cody replied.

"You're no fun baldy," she giggled.

"Mind if I cut in?" came Summer's chirpy voice.

That cheered Cody up. Something about those two really warmed his heart and he couldn't place it.

Maybe it was the opposites-attract thing. They were like a female expy of him and Josh. In his eyes anyway.

"Want to dance?" Seth said to Dean who was downing a beer.

Dean almost spat it through his nose.

His face lit up.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

"C'mon," Seth grinned. Well he was getting gloriously busted on all this cheap beer (and free champagne) and well, it was Christmas. Only their co workers were here. Plus he thought Dean looked cute in that Christmas jumper even if the Lunatic Fringe himself didn't think so. Plus seeing Summer cut in and dance with Paige...Seth had long-suspected the Carolina girl of having more than just a friendship with the raven-haired young Brit.

"Wait..." Dean said, noticing where Seth was looking, "Are Summer and Paige a couple?"

"You try telling me that's just sisterly friendship," Seth smirked, arms around Dean's waist. He was not a good dancer but he'll duke it out to please Dean.

Cody was taking in the intrigued looks thrown in Paige and Summer's direction. ALl eyes were on the two girls, lost in their own world.
He'd just realised himself that they'd come out publicly to their co-workers. Only a small handful had known before.

Sami had dragged Adrian over as soon as Summer had cut in, no doubt all ready with a fresh set of teasing intended for Paige.

"Keep your gob shut, Rami." Adrian barked, deciding to grow a set and take charge for once.

Sami tripped over his feet in shock.

"Sorry Ben," he said sheepishly.

Adrian grinned.

"Well you looked like you were gonna ruin their moment!" he said.

"Just because I spend ninety per cent of my days making fun of Saraya.." Sami mumbled, "Doesn't mean I don't love her or am extremely happy for her."

"Then show it by holding off on taking the piss, just this once.."

"Fine.."

Sami suddenly pursed his lips after what seemed like a massive pause and lull in their conversation.

Adrian was curious.

Sami then stomped to the bar.

"What's up?" asked Adrian.

"Don't touch me."

Now what?

Adrian couldn't possibly have offended him surely? If he now had to watch how he modulated his voice then the Geordie would have to put his foot down and tell Sami to stop being so controlling and sensitive.

Paige had seen Sami stomp to the bar and moodily order a lemonade.

"Sorry..." she whispered to Summer.

"Hey it's OK," the tall blonde said, "SLow dances later."

"You bet.." the younger girl replied with fire burning in her eyes. That had been extremely liberating and she was sure they'd set a few tongues clacking tonight.

She made her way to Sami.

"Hey...what happened?" she asked.

"I'm mad at Ben."

"Why? What's he done now?"

"Couples all around dancing. Does he ask me?! Does he HELL!"

Paige bit back a giggle. Oh Sami.

The song changed to Darlene Love's Christmas (Baby Please Come Home) at that point.

And then it smacked Adrian between the eyes what he'd done. Oh he was an idiot. Sami had been angling to be asked to dance. How did Adrian not spot that? Sami couldn't have been any more obvious if he tried. The Brit should have known by now that subtlety was not the redhead's strong point. And actually...this was a good song to make amends to.

'The snow's coming down...

I'm watching it fall..'

Adrian tapped the angry redhead on the shoulder.
"I said don't touch me!"

Paige folded her arms and glowered at Adrian.

Sami wriggled closer to the bar. He was NOT a happy bunny. How could Adrian have possibly NOT realised that the redhead wanted to be danced with? At a works party. In front of co-workers.

Adrian cleared his throat.

"Would you like to dance?" he spluttered.

Lemonade flew from Sami's nostrils.

He was facing his beloved Brit in a flash.

"Of course...it's all I wanted Ben.."

"Then get your arse on that floor Samuel," cut in Paige, spanking Sami.

"Call me Samuel again Saraya..."

"You love it. Mush."

Adrian pulled him onto the floor and gawkily began to dance with him. Bliss was etched in every pore of the new NXT Champion's face as he and the man he adored moved together as one. He stroked Adrian's more pointed features as he lost himself in the holiday classic. He might not celebrate Christmas but he enjoyed some of the more sentimental aspects of the season. And this song embodied that.

Cody was close to tears. The lyrics of this song were so apt to how he was feeling.

Paige could see the gold and black clad figure stood alone, propping up the bar.

She tapped her phone to the same messenger she had earlier.

How long? He's making me sad with his face RN xx

Buzz.

Just arriving now. Had a real fight with reception. Had to name about 5 members of talent! Like they don't remember me! x

Paige replied.

Well bloody hurry up! His little face is killing me! x

It didn't take a genius to work out who she was messaging.

Buzz buzz.

Just making my way up now. See you in there x

---

At that point another person walked in. Well two people.

One of them took place at the bar to watch the impending drama unfold.

The other made his way to where Wade and Finn were stood, the Irishman now flirting outrageously with Wade, being very touchy-feely. The public kiss with Wade had lit a fire under Finn. He didn't care now who knew that he fancied Wade. Now the Preston native had returned that kiss.

Wade had put his black shirt back on mainly to keep eyes off him. Even if it reeked of drying orange juice. Finn hadn't protested either way.

"So, do you fancy a dance then?" he drawled, in his casual manner.

Finn could barely contain himself as Wham's Last Christmas began to play.

However.

"Yes I'd love a dance!"

A South African accent. That wasn't Adam Rose.

Wade gave a start and whipped around at the source of that voice. To his utmost horror, he was now met with the grinning, handsome face of Justin Gabriel. What the bloody hell?! When did he show up? Why?

The Brit did not see Corey Graves smirking evilly in the background as he observed this.

"What the HELL are you doing here?" snarled Wade.

"You asked me to dance and I'm saying yes," Justin said, "Oh Wade...I knew you wanted me still. You answered my texts at last."

Finn was boiling up with anger. He cracked his knuckles.

What?

Wade and Justin?!

Had he just been stitched up?

Was Wade playing him all along?

"What texts?" Wade demanded, picking his phone up, "Last time I looked, I blocked your bloody number."

Justin gulped.

"Excuse me," snarled Finn, "Who invited you to the party Gabriel?!"

Justin turned his malicious eyes upon the former NJPW talent.

"Could say the same about you Devitt. Wade's mine."

"Oh really? Then explain why he kissed me."

"WHAT?" Justin was incensed. He thought Corey said Wade was eyeing up Finn?! He never said Finn and Wade were actually messing about!

"So if you don't mind," Finn snarled menacingly, "Run along back home."

Cody had been watching this curiously, his blood running hot in his veins at the sight of his longtime nemesis. He then spotted Corey stood not too far away. He looked back at Justin.

And then put two and two together. The fuckers. Had they really got nothing better to do with their lives during the holiday season than spend time making other people's lives difficult? Cody might be upset about not seeing his man still but he was not about to let this shit happen. Who cared if people called him interfering? This was not cool.

He strode over.

"You heard the man," he spat, "Take your PREJACKING ass out of this party before I call security."

Wade smirked.

Rhodes really wasn't a bad lad to know after all.

Okay he was a royal pain in the arse a lot of the time but by gum was this a good time to have him around.

"YOU..." Justin rounded on Cody and stared unblinkingly into the contact-lensed eyes of the guy he'd hated more than anyone for years .

"You ever approach MY fella again," Finn snarled, also getting in Justin's space, "And I'll break your legs."

Wade smirked even more. A bit previous but hey...it was working on his irritating ex-shag.

"Wade's mine and he always will be. You're just flavour of the month," Justin hissed at Finn.

"Why would Wade want a rapist with a premature ejaculation problem?" Cody said as loudly as he could, "Go home Gabriel."

Finn frowned at the rapist slur but he guessed that was something to investigate later.

"You turn my stomach Gabriel," Wade added, ready to stick the boot in at last, "Harass me again and not only will I break your teeth, I'll make it official."

"And you'll have one hell of a battle on your hands, one call to TNA...and everyone in the business nationwide will know exactly what you are," Cody threatened.

Defeated, Justin decided he'd humiliated himself enough. That's the last time he did any favours for Corey. Wade really didn't want him anymore. But as always, the gobby high flyer was determined to get the last word.

"It's not over Devitt, I haven't finished with you yet." he hissed.

"Oh excuse me while I shit meself," Finn deadpanned, rolling his eyes.

Cody waved mockingly.

"See ya bye," he sneered.

Wade was enjoying this enormously.

He put his long arm around Finn's shoulders. The Irishman tried to hide his blushing under a mask of smugness and leaned into the solid chest of the object of his fantasies.

Justin stormed out.

Corey kicked the bar loudly. DAMNIT. One perfectly planned scheme of casual drama causing gone totally wrong! Damn Gabriel's soppy ass. EIther that or Barrett was as stupid as he sounded.

But he wasn't banking on the red-haired, white-shirt, flat-capped whirlwind that grabbed his arm and dragged him from the bar as roughly as possible.

"Take your filthy hands off me Zayn," he snarled.

An apoplectic Sami had spotted him and like Cody, had worked out that the whole Gabriel pantomime was a set up purely to mess things up for Finn and Wade. Not that Sami needed any reasoning to kick the crap out of Corey's smug ass anyway.

"You are the most revolting...disgusting...stinking...piece of skankbag trash I have ever had the misfortune to meet," Sami snarled as he bodily threw Corey out the door, slamming it shut and standing over the fallen announcer and former NXT tag champ, intending on causing pain to any part of that inked body he could reach.

"Oh really? Takes one to know one, I was only stopping Barrett from making a mistake," Corey sneered.

"Whatever."

"I'll have you for this," Corey threatend, "I'm a concussed man. You're putting my health and livelihood at risk. Bye bye title...bye bye job Sami.."

"Like to see you try. I'd love to stay and chat but you're a total bitch and I have better things to do. Close the door on your way out."

He stormed back inside.

Corey huffed.

First AJ took a rain check on coming to bully a few divas. And now Operation Break Up Balor and Barrett went tits-up too. Tonight was shaping up to be the worst night ever. He could take to Twitter and belittle Joel Redman (formerly Oliver Grey, AKA his ex Jesse White's current beau) for amusement but that wouldn't satisfy his lust for schadenfreude tonight.

He got to his feet and dusted himself down.

Just as another man walked up the stairs towards the bar.

Corey's face lit up with malice.

The man froze.

Perfect.

Oh yes. And he didn't even have to say a prayer. Merry Christmas Corey.

---

Thankfully there was a break in the relentless holiday music and right now, the room moved to the sound of more regular stuff.

Right now, Break Free by Ariana Grande was playing.

How appropiate for so many people here for many reasons. Sami, Cody and Paige were centre of the dance floor, busting the moves along with some more of the NXT divas.

'This is the part when I say I don't wanna..'

Paige was definitely drunk. She certainly wouldn't be caught dead singing along to Ariana Grande whilst sober. Much to the amusement of several.

Charlotte was filming Paige on her phone.

Sami felt a slap on his back and gave a start.

"FERGAL! Nice of you to join us!" he grinned, hugging his partner-in-crime.

"Didn't want to be boring," the Irishman replied, "Oh man...having the best time."

"Yeah we can see," Sami smirked, "If you want to have an early one...don't mind us."

"What do you take me for?" Finn said, bumping hips with Paige as the song ended.

Immediately followed by Break The Rules by Charli XCX.

"Oh man I love this," Sami said, "Fergal, you're dancing with me."

"Aren't you hot in that catsuit Stardust?" Finn said to Cody who was shaking his thang to the beat.

"I can dance all night," Cody said proudly, grabbing Paige's arm and spinning her around expertly.

"Oh really? Sasha! Help me out here!" Finn laughed, and doing exactly the same with a passing Sasha who squealed in surprise as she was yanked away to dance with her friend.

Charlotte stepped in to dance with Sami to the upbeat, sassy tune. Well why not.

---

A few songs later and the party was in full swing now.

Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas Is You was the current sound of the moment and pretty much every female in the vicinity had banded together to belt it out on the dance floor, drinks in hand.

"Thought you'd be well up for that?" teased Finn to Sami from one of the tables.

"Very funny," Sami said, "Codes loves it. He's just trying to be cool. Amiright?"

Cody blew Sami a raspberry.

Josh wasn't here and neither was Layla so he'd feel weird enjoying this gay classic.

"Saraya's feelin' it," Sami remarked as Paige mimed it overdramatically to Summer who was busting a few elegant moves.

"Leave her alone Generico," FInn said, "We all know you sing that to Pac every night."

"So what will you be singing to Wade tonight?" shot back Sami.

"Is that what he calls it when he rides the dick?" put in Cody.

"Shut up.." Finn covered his face.

"Fergal, don't hide it, we all know that's how you'll finish up," Sami said, "You never got that dance with him did you?"

"Nope..."

"Let me go ask the DJ."

"What for?"

"What's the one Christmas song we haven't heard yet?" Sami said.

Both men shrugged.

"You two are stupid, I'd expect you of all people to know it Fergal..."

"What the..I don't get him," Finn sighed as Sami sprinted to the DJ to ask for said song.

Cody shrugged again.

"Is it because Sheamus is still here?" he asked, "Why you haven't danced.."

"Kinda," Finn admitted, "I'm not an arsehole...I like Sheamus and don't want to rub his snout in it by dancing with his ex."

"He's got Cesaro here.." Cody said.

"Sasha told me he looked proper pissed off when Wade and I made out."

"So? He'll have to get over it!"

"Let me do it at my own pace," Finn said as Sami returned with the most incredibly cute, naughty look on his face. Tonight couldn't have gone better. OK he had to chuck orange juice over Wade's shirt to kick start the romancing but so far, so good. And he'd gotten a dance with Adrian. He hoped that wasn't the only one he'd get tonight. He could tell Adrian was getting more and more uncomfortable with Cesaro's continued presence here which was why Sami had kept interaction with the Swiss to an absolute minimum.

He was however, pleased with himself for not breaking bones in Corey's body. First setting up Baron so Aiden would practically dump him; then inviting Gabriel along purely to muck up Finn's burgeoning romance with Wade. As time ticked on, Sami found himself almost feeling sorry for his sworn enemy for occupying his time with the sole intent of bringing others down. The redhead's eyes fell upon Paige who was scanning the room, apparently searching for someone without being obvious.

Actually.

Sami padded over to her.

"Hey you.." giggled Paige, hugging him.

"You and Summer. Slayed my life earlier," Sami said.

"You and Adrian. Slay mine every day," Paige replied, "I miss being here with you. I wish they'd hurry up and call you both up."

"I'm banking on Ben going into the Royal Rumble," Sami sighed, "But then they'll have to be content with me entering with him."

"Forgot to say earlier...where's Steen?" asked Paige.

"Kevin didn't want to come," Sami sighed, "He's not a partying sort plus he's got a family."

"So have many of us," Paige replied, "You and him haven't really fallen out have you?"

"No no," Sami said hurriedly, "I called him before we headed out here. Mainly told him how I was gonna get Fergal and Barrett to make out tonight if it killed me."

"But chucking a drink on Wade? I mean really, Samuel?"

"Please stop calling me Samuel. It's not my name."

"But you look like a Samuel and it suits you."

"I am a proud Syrian man Saraya. Call me Rami or Sami. How long have you known me now? Anyway, I just thought. Is you-know-who actually showing up tonight? Because he was 'parking up' almost two hours ago?"

"He said he was literally outside the door..."

Sami scowled.

Ah.

Nothing went amiss on his watch.

He knew EXACTLY why this mystery guest hadn't yet materialised.

"FUCKING RAT SKANK!" he erupted and began to sprint for the door.

"Sami...wait!" Paige took off after him.

Finn was watching with interest. What were they up to? Sometimes their friendship baffled him.

"Ever get the feeling you don't know people?" he remarked to Cody.

"Hm?" Cody looked up from his phone. Stalking Josh's Twitter yet again.

"Generico and Britani Knight...either they're secretly banging or they're plotting shit. They keep disappearing."

"Is that intentional or just a habit?" asked Cody.

"What?"

"That you keep calling everyone by their old indie names, DEVITT."

Cody flashed him that cute teasing smile that he usually reserved for Josh when he was being playful.

"Can't help it," Finn mumbled.

"I didn't realise you and Sami were such besties...me and him have become very close over the last six months...yet until you debuted he never really mentioned you..he's one of my best friends..you can't trust many people in this company unfortunately and Sami is one of the few who's legit. I prefer it here in developmental actually. Everyone's so much nicer. Paige is legit. Summer is legit. The Big Guy is legit. Curtis is...I suppose. Think I hang out with more Divas than Superstars on the main roster these days."

"Why did you sleep with Axel?"

"Please...don't want to open that old wound up again. It was the stupidest thing I've ever done. Did you listen to CM Skunk on Cabana's show?"

"Who hasn't?" Finn said, "I feel bad for him for the staph stuff but still think he's me, me me."

"Have you had much dealings with his oh so charming wife? She's a toxic hell bitch. Don't fall for the geek goddess crap. SHe's the biggest phony out there. Plays whatever part suits her. She got Joshy fired. She all but admitted it to me. Fucking hate her with a passion. She's giving Curtis more shit than ever since the podcast."

"Oh...because of the stuff with Punk and RYback."

"Yup. Which is why I am so glad Curtis found happiness in the Big Guy. Ultimate way to stick it to that self-righteous, small-minded, halitosis-suffering, unwashed looking piece of shit who won't last five seconds in UFC."

"You really hate Punk don't you?" Finn remarked.

"With a passion," Cody said with feeling, "Always have. Tolerated him when he dated Curtis."

"You talking about Her Royal Shortness?" came Paige's voice as she and Sami returned, both looking incredibly shifty, "Way to ruin your night."

"Already ruined because I'm lonely," Cody gave big sad eyes.

"Awwww..." Sami rubbed his back, "Are we not good enough company?"

"That;s not what I said," pouted Cody.

At that moment, the all-too-familiar piano intro of perhaps the world's (at least Britain's) favourite Christmas song.

Instantly anyone British in the vicinity erupted onto the dance floor.

Sheamus hauled Cesaro into the centre (he was a bit of a Pogues fan anyway) of the floor.

Paige dashed over and grabbed Summer to follow suit.

Wade dusted his shirt down and strode gentlemanly over to Finn who was already gently swaying. He tapped the Irishman on the shoulder.

"Care to dance," he drawled.

"Love to," beamed Finn, "Love this song."

"Who doesn't?" Wade smirked.

Cody blinked back tears as he watched the couples all dance to the poignant classic that was 'Fairytale Of New York'.

He downed his drink and ambled sadly to the bar.

'It was Christmas Eve babe

In the drunk tank

An old man said to me,

Won't see another one

And then he sang a song

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

I turned my face away

And dreamed about you..'

A tap on his shoulder.

"Leave me alone," he sniffled.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted a dance," came a voice.

Cody froze.

No.

He whipped around and was met with the grinning face of his beloved. TNA announcer and former WWE announcer/NXT competitor Josh Mathews.

"JOSHY.."

"Ooofft..." the traitor was almost crushed in a hug. He'd had such a mare getting in. The reception were snooty and unhelpful. He'd had to name five NXT stars to prove he wasn't an overzealous fan. And then he'd had a bitter war of words with Corey Graves outside who gleefully threated to report him and everyone he still spoke to for this fraternisation.

However at this point in time, Corey was outside on the floor with another split on his lip after Josh had punched him in the face.

But that was for later.

Josh smiled and pulled Cody onto the floor just as Kirsty MacColl's angelic voice cut in. He was dressed in similar ugly Christmas jumper to Dean (who was also buried in Seth's shoulder close by) and his hair was unpomaded and he wore his glasses.

'They've got cars

Big as bars

They've got rivers of gold

But the wind goes right through you

It's no place for the old

When you first took my hand

On a cold Christmas Eve

You promised me

Broadway was waiting for me..'

Cody just clung to the smaller man. He pecked those lips he'd missed passionately.

"Miss you.."

"I'm here...I fought tooth and nail to get here.." Josh whispered, "It's Paige and Sami you should be thanking..."

"Best Christmas ever," whispered Cody.

"Why the Stardust costume?" asked Josh, "You're not officially AT work.."

"Armor," Cody said.

Josh just chuckled and ran a hand over the buzz cutted, painted head. He looked around him and it was so weird seeing all these familiar faces. There was CJ Parker and Tyler Breeze, still together.

Awww Sami and Adrian. Wow Adrian had improved as a dancer.

Wait was Paige publicly dancing with Summer?

Wow.

Who was the mystery cutie dancing with Seth Rollins?

Wait...no way. That was DEAN. Unrecognisable.

'The boys of the NYPD choir

Were singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells are ringing

Out for Christmas day.'

Sheamus was enjoying this new spin on his favourite Christmas tune. Usually he was butchering this with a can of beer in his hand on the way home from the pub. Naturally Cesaro was a good dancer. He totally forgot his ex was just a few feet away with his arms around a new Irish hunk.

He pressed his vermilion-bristled lips to Cesaro who manfully returned the kiss.

"Joyeux Noel," drawled Sheamus, once more trying to impress his Swiss lover with his newly-learned French.

"Joyeux Noel Stephen.." growled Cesaro, pulse racing hearing one of his native languages being spoken by that rough yet sonorous Dublin burr.

He hungrily stole another kiss.

"Want an early night?" asked Sheamus.

Cesaro shook his head.

'You're a bum

You're a punk

You're an old slut on junk

Living there almost dead

On a drip in that bed..'

"Old slut on junk," Sami said, "Sounds familiar.."

"Rami...please...no more drama tonight," Adrian sighed. He really couldn't take any more punch ups or arguments. Not after the past few weeks.

"Ooh look, I see Josh has shown up at last," Sami said, indicating Cody whose silver and black painted face was buried in Josh's chest, nuzzling away like a tired pup.

"We're gonna get such a bollocking if people find out," Adrian said.

"Let Rat Skank run his mouth off. I don't care. Triple H loves me," Sami said, "And who'd believe that piece of trash over innocent little me?"

'You scum bag

You maggot

You cheap lousy faggot

Happy Christmas your arse

I pray God

It's our last..'

"Kinda don't wanna go back," Dean murmured.

"See what ya mean...I miss these parties, were always a laugh," Seth replied.

"I've already dreamed up some brilliant new stories for True Ring Rat Dirt," Dean grinned.

Seth rolled his eyes.

"C'mon, enough of that shit now. I went on there yesterday...all they do now is bitch about Rome's wife."

"Cos they can't have him now he's married," Dean said, "Sorry...Colby...for all the shit I did this year.."

"Hey. It's cool. You were just working through your issues."

"It's why this feud with Bray is so good to do. I told him anything's fair game to use in promos. I don't care anymore. Even he's said how chill I am these days."

"You're like a different guy."

"And you'll never see Moxley again. Unless you want to do role play..."

A naughty smile lifted Dean's rugged features.

"Don't cheapen it man," Seth grinned before pecking those lips.

'I could have been someone

Well, so could anyone

You took my dreams

From me when I first found you

I kept them with me babe

I put them with my own

Can't make it all alone

I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir

Still singing 'Galway Bay'

And the bells are ringing

Out for Christmas day'

The song's long instrumental close was the perfect orchestration to the scene in the bar. All the couples present, all of whom had been hit with some form of drama over the past year, were together, happy and content.

Sheamus had had a rollercoaster year, starting with his clandestine affair with Daniel, to the shortlived fling with Wade (he conceded that's what it was) to his current relationship with Cesaro. As far as he was concerned, this was the one. Cesaro was the perfect blend of tough manliness and cultured, chic sensitivity. Cesaro too, had been through the mill - being one of Miz's go-to fuckbuddies, to the hot mess of a relationship with Miz, and being a third wheel to Wade and Sheamus before finally getting the one he wanted.

Dean had battled his insecurities and demons, almost letting them get the better of him and splitting from Seth briefly, which led to him going back to his old ways. If he hadn't gone away to shoot that movie, who knows how he'd have ended up? He'd never been happier.

Wade was also looking the future as he embraced his new as of tonight partner. Whether they slept together tonight or in two weeks, it didn't matter. He didn;t even give a toss about Sheamus and Cesaro anymore. To think he'd come into 2014 porking Miz every now and then. And this time last year he'd been in a toxic, grubby fling with his on-off-ex Gabriel. Yuck.

Paige and Summer, both girls extra liberated after finally outing themselves (despite most people both in developmental and on the main roster suspecting them already). They'd had their fair share of drama this year as well - rows over some of Summer's Total Divas antics, their brief split...they were stronger than ever. Though they had been warned to be more careful on Twitter as a few fans had 'misread' their playful tweets to one another. Especially following Survivor Series. Sami had had a field day with some of the stuff Paige had written to Summer.

Speaking of the new NXT Champion, he chose to lock the bad moments with Adrian in the back of his mind and maybe fantasise more about his dream Arabic wedding to the gravity-defying Englishman. He wondered if it would be sooner than he thought. He looked over at Josh and Cody.

Josh and Cody...what a year they'd had. Breakups, bust-ups and Josh losing his WWE job and now working for TNA...they'd been thrown several curve balls and managed to survive every one. Cody battling his torn loyalties for the business and his loved ones...Josh coming to terms with the fact that he'd never be able to truly call himself a Rhodes..2015 could only be better. It took them from 2007 until 2013 to finally admit their feelings after all.

Fairytale Of New York faded out over an eventful night in Orlando.

---

Tampa, FL

A taxi pulled up outside the home of a certain tall, dark haired Englishman's home.

Said Englishman climbed out and reached to pull his new partner like a true gent, so uncharacteristic of a former bare-knuckle fighter from Preston. Wade had taken the lead yet again and invited Finn back home for coffee. Whether it was literal or figurative, the Brit didn't give a toss. He wasn't going to push Finn into doing anything. But he'd had his fill of the party (and Sami Zayn's interfering!) and wanted to spend some proper time with the cute Irishman. Wade wasn't gonna lie, he knew he'd well and truly pulled. Finn had probably the hottest abs Wade had ever seen (and he wasn't exactly lacking in the body sculpture department himself) and what a nice arse. Plus Finn was TALENTED as fuck. And to top it off, he was actually a really nice bloke. Someone to go to the pub and discuss the footy with and then take home and...yeah.

Wade was over Sheamus and he was thankful they could still be friends. Tonight could have been worse. Admittedly he should have at least talked to Sheamus maybe once but well, he was otherwise engaged. And it seemed Finn liked Sheamus too. As long as it was platonic Wade didn'[t care.

"Nice gaff," Finn whispered as Wade unlocked the door.

"Cheers mate," Wade said gruffly, opening it and switching the light on. He kicked his smart black shoes off and padded into the lounge. Well he stood by the door to let Finn in first.

The pretty Irishman removed his own shoes and perched on the sofa.

"Did you want coffee mate?" asked Wade.

"Just want to sit with you," Finn smiled, eyes sparkling.

Wade grinned back.

Bless his soppy heart.

He strode in and sat down next to Finn.

Guessing what Finn was hinting at, he cuddled the NJPW star close and kissed the top of his head.

Finn whimpered and leaned up, slowly connecting his lips to Wade's.

Wade eagerly kissed back, noting how Finn stroked his beard as he kissed him. He was very tacticle. He'd been holding Wade's hand in the taxi.

Finn was turned on but he was also reserved. He really hoped Wade wouldn't be another one night stand. Not after all this time he'd crushed on the hot Brit. He gently began to unbutton Wade's shirt.

"Orangey," he quipped.

"No thanks to your old mate Zayn," rasped Wade, "Hey hey...easy tiger..."

He slapped Finn's hand away and reached up to undo the first few buttons on Finn's shirt before pecking his lips.

Finn whined once more and began to kiss him with more fire, grinding against him.

"Wanna hit the sack?" Wade hissed.

Finn was on his feet in a flash.

Wade was also wondering if this prettyboy was just using him. After all, he'd gone after Ziggler at Survivor Series. But hey. See what happens. He strode ahead and took Finn's hand, leading him upstairs.

He couldn't kick his bedroom door open fast enough.

Finn pounced yet again.

Wade had to admit those little squeaks Finn made at the back of his throat when they made out were adorable.

"Easy matey...no rush is there?" he whispered, breaking the makeout.

"You're the best kisser I've ever met..." FInn purred, "Stuart..."

Wade just smirked.

Jesus. How could this lad get ANY hotter? He was smouldering right now. Wade had never had such a hottie in his bedroom. Usually Wade liked 'proper men' rather than the more groomed, classically attractive types like Finn but this Celt was just intoxicating. The Englishman had got a terrible weakness for Irish accents.

He began to take his shirt off, Finn's eyes widening and his pretty mouth curving into a huge lustful grin.

"You're so fucking hot..." moaned Finn, frantically undoing his own shirt.

Wade's eyes raked those solid pecs and those incredible abs.

"You should insure that six pack," he growled.

"You like?" Finn smiled coyly.

"On the bed you little..."

Finn leapt onto it, grinning. Wade crawled atop him and pinned him down by his wrists.

"You OK?" hissed the Manc.

"All yours," whimpered Finn.

Well that was the green light. Good enough for Wade.

He began to torturously unbutton Finn's jeans...fuck those THIGHS. Wade was starting to feel slightly inferior. Finn lied to Sami - he was wearing briefs. Skimpy black Pump! ones yes but still...

"Nice pants," smirked Wade, stroking the bulge.

Finn moaned loudly.

Oh yes. Touch him. Touch him some more. Please!

"Oh Stuart..."

"Like that do ya...Fergal?"

Finn almost came. The hoarse snarl that just made his name sound so dirty...oh yes.

He opened his legs wider to allow Wade to remove his jeans completely.

Wade helped the offending garments off along with Finn;'s shoes and socks. He kneeled back and took in this Adonis on his bed.

He leaned down to kiss him some more, again noting FInn's delicate stroking of his beard.

"I love your beard," Finn whispered, "So manly."

Wade pulled Finn on top of him, his callused hands resting on that amazingly solid arse. He spanked it playfully.

Finn moaned loudly.

"Noisy arent we?" chuckled Wade.

"You're the first bloke in more than a year," Finn whimpered.

"Well we better not rush had we?"

"No Stuart...please...I'm yours..take me."

"Get your knickers off then Fergal."

Finn grinned from ear to ear as he eagerly rolled off Wade and shucked his briefs off. His cock was at full attention and leaking a little. He was so horny.

Wade's eyes widened. A flash of his bottom!self hit him as he saw how big Finn was.

"You like?" asked Finn.

"Big lad aintcha."

"Only for girls..." Finn mumbled, "I don't put it in lads...bottom only."

"An arse like yours no bloody wonder..." Wade smirked, standing back on the floor to drop his jeans and boxers, deliberately angling his body so Finn didn't see his cock. If he was honest, Finn was bigger than him. Typical, huh.

He crawled between Finn's open legs and slowly stroked the Irishman's cock.

FInn whined.

"You don't have to wank me off...oh fuck even if you're good at it...I like...I like..."

FInn was so turned on his clumsiness had vanished. But he was struggling to admit to Wade what he was craving.

"Being fingered?" Wade rasped, slowly stroking between those muscular glutes. Finn's entrance was smooth and tight. Wade wasn't sure he could enter that...jesus..

"Ohhh yes...c'mon...don't be shy darlin..."

Awwww.

Finn's accent was heavier than ever.

Nothing like SHeamus'.

Wade slowly pushed against that tight ring of muscle with his long finger and slowly entered.

"Ohhhhhhh...fuck...yes...at last...at last..."

Finn thrashed around the bed as he got the attention he was craving at last.

Wade continued to just finger fuck him for a few minutes, just relishing watching that sculpted God moan and whimper at his ministrations. Finn sounded like it was his first time. Time to get him going even more.

"Stuart..let me please you too.."

"Calm down tiger."

"Carry on and I'll cum."

"All night matey."

Wade shuffled forward and stuck his head between those thick, ripped thighs. How was this man even allowed? He was too bloody gorgeous.

Finn stifled a sharp cry as he could feel Wade's beard against his cheeks and that masculine tongue entering him. He LOVED rimming. A lot. And Wade was FUCKING AWESOME. Oh fuck...he opened his legs wider and pushed his arse forward to grant the Brit full access.

Wade paused and looked up.

Finn struck and grabbed the Brit's black hair.

"Did I say you could stop Stuart?!" he snarled.

"Oh I see, a gobby little tart are we?" smirked Wade.

"You shut your mouth and get back down there!" snapped Finn, forcing Wade's head between his legs once more. He was a little feisty in bed. Sami was right. Especially after a dry spell Finn had been known to be somewhat 'vigorous'!

"Ohhh Stuart..." Finn whimpered, "Oh you are fucking amazing...yes...oh fuck yeah..."

Wade wondered what Finn would be like once he had his dick in him.

If this was how he reacted to just his tongue.

"Oww..."

Finn yanked him up by the hair.

"I want to suck your dick," he snarled.

"Yes ma'am," teased Wade, doing so.

Finn got on all fours, arse teasingly up, eyes on Wade's dick hungrily. Yum. Perfect size for him. His starving little mouth was soon enveloping it and masculine growls and grunts filled the air as Wade started to recieve the best fucking blowie he'd had in bloody years. Jesus...Finn was criminally good at head. He played with Wade's balls...he would pause to plant lustful kisses all over Wade's pelvis before resuming.

It was no use.

Finn was aching to be fucked.

And Wade was desperate to get inside that solid arse.

He reached under his bed for the lube and a condom.

He tossed them onto the pillow and began to make out with Finn again, moving the Irishman onto his back.

"I'm so ready Stuart...please...I want you. All of you," FInn moaned.

OK they'd moved at lightning speed tonight. From first kiss to the home run in the space of a few hours. But both men felt it was right.

"Good because I want you too."

Wade reached for a condom.

Angrily Finn snatched it from him.

"What?" Wade asked.

"Is that all I am to you?! Just a bit of arse? Cashing in on the pay per view or my name? I'm not a fucking trophy Bennett!" Finn cried, eyes flashing.

Wade was gobsmacked.

What?!

"What you chatting about?" he grunted.

"This!" Finn threw the condom at him, "This tells me you'll move onto some other slag tomorrow! What's the matter MATE? Has Graves given you the eye again? Fancy throwing a saveloy down a black hole do ya?! HUH?!"

OK this was going fucking terribly.

Finn really was fiercely jealous.

Wade was just being safe.

But he could see why as he stared at the fuming man under him.

"Do you know how long it took me, even without Generico's meddling...to pluck up the courage to even approach you?! WEEKS! And you just want to use me! YOU'RE JUST LIKE THE REST!"

"I was only being safe..."

"If you truly liked me, you wouldn't wear one! I'm clean. I'm not that filthy sket Graves! I'm not just some slapper you can pick up, jizz in and throw out once you're done. I'm a human being, Bennett. With feelings."

"So am I," Wade said, "I'm sorry if I offended you. Listen Fergal this was a bad idea. We moved too fast. We should get to know each other first."

"I wanted it just as much as you," FInn softened his voice a little, "I've been used in the past by pricks who just wanted a piece of Prince Devitt. Lads and lasses alike. I want a relationship Stuart. And I want one with you. I'm 33. I'm sick of the ring rat circuit. Most lads in the indies are slags too. Can't get a girl so they approach guys like me as an alternative. I'm sick of it Stuart! I signed here partly to look for Mr Right!"

Wade sighed.

"Sorry," he whispered, kissing Finn softly on the lips.

"I'm sorry...blowing up...killed the mood a bit," Finn murmured, "My issues coming out...I just want to feel that connection in bed. I feel it with you..."

"Well then let things happen," Wade said, "I'm in no rush."

He gently began to caress inside Finn's perfect thigh as he softly began to kiss him, looking into his enchantingly piercing blue eyes. Finn crumbled and moaned into the touching, his cock hardening once more.

"Oh Stuart.." he whimpered.

"Are you sure Fergal?" Wade whispered, pecking Finn's nose.

Finn nodded.

"Please," he mewed, "I mean it."

Wade reached for the lubricant and began to coat two fingers.

"I might be a little tight.." Finn whispered.

"It's OK...relax," Wade rasped, reached between the Irishman's legs and slowly starting to scissor.

"Ohhh..."

"Good lad..." Wade purred, "Relax...that's the ticket...good lad Fergal.."

"Say my name again..."

"Fergal.."

"Oh Stuart...take me."

Finn rolled onto all fours, the usual position he ended up in when he bedded men in the past.

Wade pushed him around onto his back.

"Now who's acting like the cheap tart?" he grinned, coating himself with lube, "A face as fit as yours..."

"You're such a fucking hot chav," FInn hissed.

"Chav?! You cheeky bastard."

SPANK.

Finn giggled.

"I've been called that before."

"What, a chav?"

"A cheeky bastard. You have to get used to me Stuart."

Wade rested Finn's legs on his shoulders as he ever so slowly lined up. Phew. He really thought things had gone tits up just now. Now there was no turning back. He lined up. And missed.

"Fuck's sake!"

"Hey...I said I was tight...don't rush you said.."

Wade tried again.

And again.

Fuck it!

He was about to stomp out in a rage.

"Hey.." Finn said, "It's OK..."

"No it bloody isn't! All I can see is that fucking skag Graves saying 'is it in yet?'!"

"Darlin he'd say that about a bollard. Try again...slowly."

Wade jerked his cock to stay hard and lined up slowly against the very tight entrance.

"Owwww..." Finn cried out in pain as at last he was penetrated.

"It will hurt mate," Wade whispered, pecking his lips.

"You're a big lad course it's gonna bloody hurt...ow..ow...more.."

Wade pushed in slowly...slowly...until he was fully sheathed inside the ripped body and Finn was gasping, a sweat beading on his head.

Wade slowly pulled almost all the way out...fuck he was getting crushed...and then prayed as he shoved right back in.

"OHH FUCK!" Finn yelled as his neglected prostate got stabbed for the first time in over a year. His chest was rising and falling. Oh yes. He'd broken the back of his dry spell. He couldn't remember the last time he did it in this position. That heavenly inked body of the Brit deep inside him...fuck yes.

He half wanted to be made love to. Half wanted to be pounded.

He grabbed Wade's arse...mmm...solid...possessively. This was HIS now. Sheamus can bugger right off. Gabriel can go jump off a cliff. HIS. All his.

"Ohh Stuart...don't be shy darlin...I won't break."

"You asked for it.." snarled Wade and he began to truly nail Finn who immediately let out cry after cry of gratitude, nails piercing the smooth skin of Wade's arse cheek as he held on for dear life. The bed crashing against the wall.

"OHH! OHH! MORE!"

"You greedy little bastard.."

"It's beena fucking year you dick. Move it! YES! Ohhh yes...oh Stuart you're fucking...Kiss me! Please!"

Wade devoured his lips as he continued to pound Finn hard. Finn's muscular legs left his shoulders and wrapped tightly around Wade like a vice, his arms now locking possessively around Wade's neck, their eyes blazing into each other's.

"Ohh...ohh...ohhh...ohh.." Finn was going higher in pitch.

Wade hadn't been with someone so...responsive in ages. Certainly not as a top anyway. Fuck Finn was one HELL of shag. Was there anything not hot about this guy?!

He began to slow down, prolonging it.

"Ohh Stuart...that's nice...that's so nice...please don't ever stop. Please."

Finn was almost begging. His skin was on fire. He'd never been shagged like this before. Like he meant something. Wade wasn't just using him as a fist substitute.

Wade had an idea...he hauled Finn up so Finn was on his lap. He wrappe dhis long arms around the ripped back.

"Ohhhh you..." whined Finn as Wade began to kiss his neck, "Ohh darlin...don't ever stop...please.."

"I won't..."

Finn pulled Wade backwards so they were on the bed fully once more. He was so into this he'd forgot to jerk his cock. His prostate was being truly assaulted and he could not get enough. He could feel his much-wanted-and-waited-for orgasm boiling up. He'd never been made to cum hands free before. He'd gotten several girls to. But never himself. Wade was the best sex he'd ever had! Fuck. He would never leave this bed. Fuck no!

"You gonna cum?" snarled Wade.

FInn nodded, gasping.

He continued to cry out immodestly.

Oh God..

Oh fuck..

Yes. He was close.

Very close.

Dangerously close.

Suddenly he threw his head back and screamed in garbled native Irish as his body exploded, his incredible hewn-from-granite abs covered with streams of his release...oh yes...oh wow...

Wade was taken aback. Wow. He hadn't gotten a lad to come like that in ages. Sheamus had gotten HIM to do that.

"Don't...stop.." Finn croaked, panting for air, "Please Stuart."

He wanted Wade to come inside him. Feel them become one. The connection he was feeling to this amazing English God was off the fucking scale.

Wade continued to pound the spent Irishman, growling and snarling like a chained bear. Oh fuck. Oh yes. He was gonna fucking cum right up that tight arse. Yeah. Fuck yeah. He bellowed loudly as he finally went over the edge, driving deep inside Finn.

"Come here..." Finn hissed, eyes wet with emotion as they came down from this amazing sex.

"Not...going...anywhere.." Wade snarled, kissing those soft lips.

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Finn awoke the next day and immediately wondered where he was. Owee. His arse was stinging.

He heard manly snoring coming from next to him and turned to see the heavenly figure of Bad News Barrett.

And then he remembered.

He lay back with a big smile on his handsome face.

Best sex of his life.

He'll never forget last night.

He picked up his phone and dashed, unashamedly naked, out of the room to call his bestie. Well which one? Sasha? Or Sami?

Sami. He was naked.

He dialled.

"Mmmfff..yello..."

"Hey!"

"Fergal...you not seen the damn time?"

"Sorry...got SO much to tell ya.."

"Oooh...do you now?"

"I can hardly walk and it's bloody brilliant. Oh Rami...he's incredible...I have never had sex like that in my life. Feel like I'm fifteen again."

"YAY! You finally got your man! Good boy! Proud of you."

"Almost lost him though...he got a rubber johnny out and I thought that's it, I'm just his latest shag before he goes back to Gabriel or something...had a right go at him...but the connection...I gushed! I actually gushed...he made me come like a lass...oh my God.."

"What you doing wasting time calling me for Fergal Devitt? Get your 'arse' (that awful Oirish accent again!) back onto Barrett's dick immediately!"

"Damn straight. Just wanted to tell someone how amazing he is. I hope he wants to see me again."

"I'm sure he will. Who wouldn't love a cutie like you? Body from the Gods, great smile, cute accent, one of the world's best workers and one of the nicest boys I've met in my long career."

"You're too kind Generico," Finn said coyly, grinning like a little kid, "So what you doing?"

"Same as what you were," came Adrian's voice, "Good job you didn't phone us two minutes ago, hey?"

"BEN! I'm talking!" came Sami's voice as he snatched his cellphone back, "Off you pop Fergal, you've got a slab of British beef to feast on. As have I. Meet for lunch and tell me everything. Invite Sasha too."

"Will do! See ya!"

Finn skipped alarmingly like AJ back to the bedroom where Wade was sitting up, making grizzling growls as the cobwebs of kip cleared.

"You're happy.." he grumbled.

"I'm a morning person," Finn beamed, leaping onto the bed and kissing Wade who returned it.

"I'm not..better tell ya now," Wade grizzled, "Girls lunch with Zayn is it?"

"You been listening? Bad man."

"You weren't this camp last night!"

"Soz..just walking..barely..on air...you're amazing Stuart."

"Not so bad yourself...Fergal. How you feeling?"

"Sore but your fault so I forgive you," Finn grinned, climbing under the covers. He took a selfie of them.

"Whoa, don't go mad," Wade warned him.

"Ashamed of me already?" pouted Finn.

"Course not...I don't want your bonkers fans after me."

"I only like fans who support my work, not my abs," Finn said, "I can see through most of them."

"Those fake fans piss me off," Wade agreed.

"Less talking, more playing.." purred Finn, pinning him down and rubbing his arse against Wade's morning wood. He could take another round. Even if he couldn';t sit or take back bumps for a week.

"Ah-ah," Wade said, "Bloody hot though you are, take it easy. Little tiger."

"With a man like you...who can blame me?" Finn smirked, "Sure?"

"Behave," Wade chuckled, "Tell ya what though, get some clobber on and I'll take you out. Anywhere ya like."

"I've never been taken out for breakfast by a lad before," Finn sighed, a dreamy look on his handsome face, "33 and never properly dated a bloke. You must think I'm a right loser."

"Don't think that at all," Wade assured him, "And I feel bad about the condom incident. Want to make it up to you. And if you want to tweet about it...take photos of me...feel free.."

He winked.

"Maybe I'll tag your psycho ex in it!" Finn said eagerly.

Wade grinned more.

"Send me that selfie," he said.

Finn showed him.

Wade was surprised how not bad he looked for first thing. Finn's happiness radiated from the photo.

Well one thing was for sure. He had no regrets. Part of him wanted to keep Finn prisoner in his bed all day. But the rest of him wanted to show Finn his intentions and treat the Irishman to a real date. Even if it was coffee and a greasy spoon. Or a tacky Irish pub.

Buzz.

Finn had sent him the photo.

Wade had an idea.

WadeBarrett Meet the new girlfriend wwebalor

He attached the selfie to the tweet.

He screengrabbed it before deleting it.

And then DM'd it to his close mates - John, Titus, Randy. Oh and Paige. Of course. She could do the rest.

He sent it to Sheamus.

Buzz buzz.

From: Ste

Cute photo mate. Happy for you :) x

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Well I had to end it sometime as it's Christmas Eve and I have wrapping to do! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this final segment. The Shade-Cesaro story marches on to it's next development. I fucking LOVE Finn and Wade as a couple. I know Sheamus would have been his most obvious partner...but well, Wade needed to move on, I wanted to debut Finn...seemed logical.

Firstly, sorry about small appearances for the other couples. I was too ambitious and found the party scene challenging to put together with that many characters. Sorry about the tacked-on Joshy appearance but it is Christmas! And they're my babies still (though Samdrian have knocked them off no1 spot lately!).

I tried to put in as much Sheasaro as possible but I wanted a bloody big smut scene featuring Finn (dose abs, sorry guys. I'm truly on the Devitt/Finn bandwago now!) and Wade so that's why I waited until the end.

Hope you all played Fairytale Of New York over the dance scene as it has maximum impact if you have the song going!

Have a very Merry Christmas and I shall see you all in 2015 for more madcap escapades that happen when Raw/NXT wraps! xxx