Defection, Part 2
Previously on RAW...
Tom squatted over the fallen All-American. "So Jake, this is what's gonna happen. You are gonna tell me exactly what Johnny and Vince's plans are and I mean ALL OF THEM. If you tell me the truth, then I may make you come so hard you'll pass out. If I think you're lying, then there's gonna be a front page story about how a wrestler got real drunk and took a swan dive out of the twelfth story window of a hotel." He smiled "Got me?"
...
Tom returned from his semi-frantic message-leaving to find a naked Jack Swagger on his bed... and he was most definitely not hung like a cheerio.
"At least you can follow orders." Tom smirked, his eyes roving over Swagger's naked form. "I guess that's why Johnny sent you to trap me."
"I didn't want anything to do with this... it was all Vickie's idea. She was the one who..."
"Swagger, shut up while you're ahead." Tom pulled off his Tapout t-shirt and tossed it toward the growing pile of clothes beside the bed.
Now it was the All-American American's turn to stare. Tom's torso had a little more definition than his own and just staring at it made Jack's cock start to twitch. Tom chuckled at the obvious effect he was having on his younger co-worker.
"So predictable, young grasshopper." Tom shucked his jeans as well and crawled between the spread legs of his partner of the day. "Don't worry though, Future will take good care of you. But first..." Grinning slyly at Jack, the Future leaned away from him.
"But first what?" Swagger whimpered. He was dying for contact.
"Just making sure that this isn't going to come back to bite me in the ass."
When he saw the digital camera, Jack sat up, only to be pushed back down.
"Don't move or you go through the window." Tom growled "I am fucking serious."
"What are you going to do?" Jack asked
"Right now, just adding to my collection of nature shots." Tom said, beginning to snap photographs of the vulnerable man beneath him. "But if Johnny tries anything, I'll post these on Facebook, then send copies of the more explicit ones to your wife. Now don't move. I want to get the light just right."
It seemed like forever before Tom finished photographing him. Jake now had an appreciation for what the divas who had posed for Playboy went through.
"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tom flashed a patronizing smile before tossing the camera aside.
"I guess." Jake was attempting to come up with an excuse just in case his wife did see Tom's handiwork. The drunken fumble excuse for when she'd found out what Dolph had done to him might have to be dusted off for a second time. Considering it hadn't worked the first time, Swagger was determined to keep this indiscretion between he and Tom. (Hopefully!)
"I guess!" Tom rolled his eyes. "Sometimes, you are hopeless, Swagger. I hope you know that.."
"Hey, I'm... oh fuck!" Jake gasped mid-sentence when Tom gently squeezed his balls.
"That's what I thought." Tom grinned, sliding down further to nuzzle against his smoothness. He was careful to avoid the angry red patch that he had caused earlier. Tom was not a total sadist, and for a brief moment wondered how Lauranaitis and Vickie had been able to convince Swagger to go along with their plan. Then he suddenly realized that he honestly didn't care and went back to sucking on Swagger's sack.
"Damn.." Jake sighed. His encounter with Dolph had been incredible, but the feelings Tom was bringing out were making that fade into insignificance in a hurry.
Tom continued to work over that area for several minutes; Tom wanting to plunder him in the way that only he could, but when he had to be patient he could.
"You keep doin' that and you won't have to worry about me." Jake panted
Tom looked up, brow furrowing. "In that case, we better get to the main event." He grabbed Jake's cock, lying stiff against his stomach. It looked fit to burst any second and Tom had quickly realized what Jake was alluding to.
He spat into his hand and stroked Jake's cock a few times to get it ready for what was to come.
"I do have standards, Jake." Tom said "Since I know where that dick of yours has been, all you get is the best fuck of your life."
With two quick movements and a hard thrust, Tom penetrated Swagger.
"Touch me, please?" Jake begged almost immediately.
"Maybe." Tom slammed into Jake, his own balls bouncing off his tight rear cheeks. "If you're a good boy."
Jake whined quietly. He was dying for release, but quickly found out that he might not even need to be touched. Tom seemed to have a knack for hitting his nerve center with precision with every stroke. Jake's vision started to tunnel and he barely registered when Tom did start to jerk him off in time to the violent fucking that he was receiving.
Tom's breathing started to become more pronounced, as did Jake's.
"That's it Swagger." Tom paused to flick his bangs aside with his one free hand. "This is what it feels like to be literally fucked in the ass."
Despite the pleasure overriding most coherent thought, Jake had to chuckle at Tom's pun.
"I'm..."
"I know." Tom finished the sentence for him. "Just hold out a bit longer."
"I don't know if I..." Jack groaned in mid-sentence when Tom hit his pleasure spot again and held the position for an extra second or two.
"Yes you can." Tom whispered sluttily. "Trust me, it'll be worth it."
"Tommy!" Jake's eyes rolled back in his head a moment later and he came hard.
"Close enough." Tom stroked him a few more times before pulling out. "Good job."
"But you didn't..." Jake was surprised
"I know." Tom went over and started rooting through the pile of clothing in the corner. "Sorry about the pants, but you should be able to fit into these." He tossed a fairly clean pair of jeans at Jake. "I'm gonna clean up in the bathroom. By the time I'm done, you better be the fuck out of here and remember what I said."
"I know." Jake looked at the splotches of semen on his chest and wondered how he was going to clean up. "Photos to my wife."
"I'm serious, dude. If I find out you lied to me, you will go through a window as well." Tom glared at his bed partner. "If you have been completely honest with me, then maybe I can help you out as well."
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean." Tom said "Talk to you later."
Leaving Swagger to his own devices, Tom went to take a hot shower and try to get rid of the dirty feeling that Jack had left on him. It wasn't that he was above using a bit of Johnny's own tricks against him, but having to actually have sex with Swagger... that was about as erotic as a fantasy involving Lauranaitis and a steel tipped dildo.
...
Matt and Jeff had spent the better part of the last hour trying to find their brother. It wasn't easy since Tommy liked to travel incognito, even to the point of not telling his own brothers what room or even in what hotel he was staying. They had only just reached the twelfth floor when they saw Swagger leave one of the rooms. Had he not looked like he'd just finished a marathon cardio workout, they might have dismissed it. Oh, the fact that he was wearing different pants also gave it away.
"Matty, look." Jeff pointed
"Shhh..." Matt pushed his brother's hand down. "We don't want him to see us."
"Why?"
"He'll think we're up to something." Matt made as if to go back through the exit door, but it wasn't necessary. Swagger never once looked in their direction. He ran to the elevators and in moments, was gone.
"You think Tommy and Jake did something?" Jeff whispered, giggling childishly.
"I'm betting on it." Matt replied
"Eww... that's icky." Jeff held his throat and mock gagged.
"I agree little bro, but Tommy must've had a good reason." Matt shook his head. Sometimes his brother's actions even amazed him.
"But still... Jackie's about as smexy as Michael Cole." Jeff said
Matt nodded. "I'm sure that Tom'll tell us when the time is right. Until then, I'm going to get drunk and pretend that I know nothing about this."
"I'm with you." Jeff agreed
By the time Tom did step out of the show, Matt and Jeff were each already on their third beers. Memories involving Swagger and sex were soon being drowned by pints of foaming ale.
...
Chris Jericho stepped out of a closed-door meeting with both John Lauranaitis and Alexx and started humming the baseline of "To Kill a Stranger". Shortly after Lauranaitis became the minority owner's rep on R.A.W., Alexx found a loophole that allowed Punk to "invade" Smackdown and win the World Heavyweight Championship.
He actually passed Punk in the corridor and couldn't help but to smile. This immediately sent Punk's guard to full alert. Although he avoided a confrontation in the corridor (which if Johnny and Vince had their way, would be the name of R.A.W.'s next PPV), Phil sensed that something was up. Even before Alexx informed Phil officially, he was outside her office waiting.
"Take a seat."
"Please tell me that I am not jobbing to that Rockstar wannabe." Phil pleaded
"If it were solely up to me, Jericho would spend the last months of his career in squash matches against Brodus Clay." Alexx answered "But for the near future, regrettably, it isn't just up to me."
"But Jericho? C'mon... if they want their precious title back, I'll give it to them, but not him."
"I know you'd rather have the hair on your ass plucked with a pair of dull tweezers, but you gotta understand that concessions will have to be made until the lawyers can bust the contract that got Vince part ownership in R.A.W., incorporated."
Phil groaned.
"He threatened to go public with that thing involving you and Kofi." Alexx added "It was either than or do more damage control."
"Damage control?" Phil repeated the words like they were in a foreign language. "Damage control? Since when do we do damage control? This is RAW is HBO, right? The show where penises and certain bodily fluids thereof are seen on a regular basis?"
"I was thinking more about you than the show. Just before he left, Erik and I talked in depth about what might happen and I know about the verbal agreement the two of you made. I am trying to at least respect that..."
"I appreciate that, but you should also know that I don't job for people just to keep my dignity intact." Phil stated
"And I appreciate that, but it is already set. Jericho goes over tonight." Alexx answered "End of story. I'm sorry. If there was any way that I could change it, I would."
"Okay. I guess I'll have to beat the stuffing out of Sheamus next week then." Phil sighed "Are we through?"
"Yeah." Alexx replied "Uh, Phil... I just thought of something."
"What?" Punk turned back to his boss.
"I only agreed to have you put Y2J over. Since it is a Smackdown title, our rules for the championship to change hands don't apply." Alexx smiled evilly. "If you get my drift."
Phil's eyes lit up. "I assume that the referee will be one of ours?"
"I banned all of Johnny's."
"I'll see you later." Phil was out the door in a flash.
Alexx leaned back in her chair. "Suck on that, Lauranaitis."
...
"Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Heavyweight Championship... introducing first, the challenger. From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, weighing 226 pounds, Chris Jericho..."
The arena lights went out, and Y2J's bedazzler jacket took centre stage.
"Worst. Entrance. Evah!" Punk mocked him from the Gorilla position. "Of all the times for the airlines not to lose someone's luggage."
Phil waited for the preening to finish and his own music to hit. Not to anyone's surprise, he received a much warmer reaction.
"His opponent. From Chicago Illinois, weighing 218 pounds, the World Heavyweight Champion... CM Punk!"
Once his own entrance, complete with fake watch staring and yell of "It's clobbering time!", was completed, he waited for Megan to ring the bell.
Chris was used to more detailed instructions from the officials, so when Megan simply said "Get to it!" and motioned for the bell, he was a little thrown off. Even more when Punk threw him from the ring apron to the floor.
"Hey! I wasn't ready!" Chris protested
"Shut the fuck up, Irvine!" Megan shouted "This isn't Smackdown, and I ain't here to coddle you. Unless you want me to end this match right now, get your ass back in the ring and at least make it look good. You can handle that, right?"
Even though he was guaranteed a win, Jericho realized that it was going to be a long night. A very long night.
...
"Don't worry Mr. McMahon, everything is going to plan." From the Skybox in the rafters, Mr. John Lauranaitis, Executive Vice-President of talent relations, Smackdown General Manager, and R.A.W. minority owner's representative (try fitting all that on a business card), was actually enjoying the show.
"I should hope so. I want no more screw-ups." The specific screw-up that Vince was referring to could be one of many. The fact that CM Punk had Smackdown's title, or the one that forced Vince to accept a minority ownership in R.A.W. inc, or it could be any number of other things.
"Trust me. I've got it under control."
From one of the nearby seats, Eve looked up in disbelief. From what she'd heard, nothing was going to plan. Swagger had not returned since 'disappearing' with Tom Hardy earlier in the day, not to mention that the last conversation between Johnny and Jack had been garbled. She was, unlike her boss, concerned.
"I'll talk to you after the show, Mr. McMahon." Johnny hung up the phone and reached for the cheese tray.
"Under control?" Eve repeated "Does 'under control' mean something different to you than it does to the rest of the civilized world? I mean..."
"Eve, there is nothing for you to worry about. I trust that Swagger got the job done and once Smackdown regains it's championship belt, then Vince and I will be able to put phase three of our plan into action." Lauranaitis looked very smug indeed.
"What exactly is phase three?" Eve inquired
"You will be told when the time is right. Not before." John scolded her. "Let's just sit back and enjoy the match. Cheese?"
"No thanks." Eve waved it off. Her stomach was telling her that not only were there things to worry about, but she might want to rethink her recent career choices.
...
In the ring, Jericho and Punk were having a very hard-hitting match. Early on, Chris realized that it was going to be a long night and he was right. Megan, the senior referee, didn't seem to be too interested in enforcing any of the rules, especially when Punk was the only bending, breaking, and something even shattering them. She did express a mild interest when Chris tried underhanded tactics, but only that.
Punk went for his knee in the corner, but Chris was waiting and caught him in the codebreaker. Punk flopped dead center and Jericho jumped on him, twisting him up in the Walls of Jericho.
Phil screamed, and Megan now seemed interested.
"You wanna end this?"
"No!" Phil screamed
"Okies, cool. Let me know if you change your mind. I'll be at the timekeeper's table having a drink."
Jericho did a double-take when he realized she wasn't kidding.
"Get back here and do your job!" He shouted
Megan was either pretending not to hear him, or not caring if she had. She left the ring, grabbed several small bottles from under the table and starting mixing.
"What the fuck...?" Chris mouthed and followed her out. "Are you serious?"
Megan smiled sweetly and continued to play bartender. "Nothing much was happening and I was getting thirsty. Refereeing is hard work."
"I'll just bet."
"Strawberry daiquiri... you want one?" She offered "I'd ask your opponent, but everyone knows Phil doesn't drink... except you, of course."
"A strawberry daiquiri... now I know you're full of it."
"Suit yourself." Megan reached under the table again and produced a small blender as well as a small cooler full of ice. "You might want to get back in the ring. While you've been getting in my face, I have been counting."
"Yeah right. You're so full of it, your nose is browner than the Rock after a visit to the tanning salon."
"Seven... eight..." Megan counted, throwing ice cubes into the blender. Whether Chris got the symbolism, or he was just trying to look less the assclown; either way, he got back into the ring. His little convo with the ref had given Phil enough time to make a smallish recovery and the two got back to business.
...
"Anyone seen Hardy?" Alexx stuck her head out of the office, yelling at the top of her lungs?
"Matt or Jeff?" Christian looked up from his Blackberry.
"The smart one... Tom." Alexx shouted back
"Haven't seen him since, well, the staff meeting. He was talking to Swagger, last time I saw him..."
"I know that already!" She had already heard his message and was hoping to have a face-to-face with her superstar.
"Then I dunno what to tell ya... whaddaya think of this guy?" Christian showed her the picture of his latest.
"Not bad... I didn't know you were into reality stars." Alexx recognized the face, et cetera.
"How did you...?"
"Big scandal. Apparently he was doing a jerkoff video for some girl and she posted a few pix on the 'net." Alexx shrugged "He still looks as good as he did on the Amazing Race though."
Christian's jaw dropped. Obviously their relationship hadn't gotten to the 'tell your new beau about anything stupid you've done recently' stage.
"Anyway, if you see Tom, send him to my office." Alexx shrugged again.
Christian nodded.
"And don't worry. You still have exceptional taste in men."
To Be Continued
Up next, you won't believe what happened after the match! By request for coleypunk-y2j