A Mattitude Follower or Just a Moore-on?
Raw opened with Alexx in the middle of the ring. For obvious reasons, she appeared happy.
"I did it." She announced "After months of putting up with his crap, it gives me great pleasure to say that John Lauranaitis, your services are no longer required."
A great crowd reaction.
"And if Otunga isn't around to translate, let me put it another way... you're fired!"
An even better reaction.
"Now that's taken care of, it's time to move on. I have big plans for RAW in the upcoming months. We will be starting our own version of 'March Madness'. The top 32 singles' competitors will be competing for a shot at the world title..."
Alexx's announcement was cut off.
"Hey babe... remember me?" Tom Hardy, still bruised after his titanic match against Big Show the previous week, stood on the stage. Pausing to carefully scratch at a bandage above his left eye, he appeared confused. "Instead of pandering to these people, shouldn't you be thanking the guy who damn near killed himself just so you could be standing in that ring? I mean, I have received thousands of Facebook and Twitter messages from the fans and the boys in the back, but you never even sent me a fuckin' FTD bouquet!"
"I would've thought that not firing Swagger would've been thanks enough." Alexx retorted
Tom scratched his chin. "Whatever." He shrugged "It wasn't my idea to sleep with him in the first place."
"Was there something else? If not, I'd like to get back to telling my fans what I'm gonna do to make RAW even more popular." Her patience with Tom was wearing paper-thin.
"Hell ya, Toots. If my only bitch, other than the one in the ring, was not getting a thank-you, I wouldn't be out here."
"Make it fast."
"Okay... as it pertains to running RAW, there is only one word to describe you... blargghhhh!" Tom mimed having to puke. "If it wasn't for John Lauranaitis being even more incompetent, last week's result would've been very different."
"Hold it right there, Hardy! Before your big mouth gets you fired, let me remind you that it wasn't me who started this mess."
"Blame someone else, why not?" Tom walked to the ring. "To listen to you, it was good fortune that you were in the place you were to prevent a complete take-over."
"It was."
"But to listen to Erik, it was your suggestion to sell the stock in the first place."
"Oh yeah? When did you talk to my former partner?" Hoping it was a bluff, Alexx went all-in.
"Not important." Tom stepped through the ropes. Facing down his boss, he shrugged again."What is important is Erik will be here next week to call you out and set the record straight."
This was news to Alexx.
...
"What's got into your brother? Is it his time of month?" The Saints were actually happy with this turn. They were among a minority that wanted Erik back.
Both Matt and Jeff shrugged. "Maybe he's just..."
"Excuse me, Matt. There's a guy waiting for you at the loading dock. Blond hair, shitload o' tats. He says he knows you."
Shanny... what the hell is he doing here?
"Be right back, guys." There were a couple of catcalls, but most of the roster was paying more attention to Alexx and Tom, still jawjacking in the ring.
Matt headed for receiving. He'd spoken to Shannon less than half-a-dozen times since they Prince of Punk's departure from 'that other promotion'. His appearance was a surprise, and a pleasant one at that.
"Finally got tired o' sitting on ya ass?" Matt saw the spikes while he was twenty feet out.
Shannon jumped. "You ass." He smirked at Matt.
"Couldn't resist, man. How the hell are ya?" They hugged.
"Honestly? Bored out o' my fuckin' mind." Shannon replied
"Tat business slow?"
"Not really, but some days I feel like I'm just goin' through the motions." Shannon answered
"Been there. Done that. Quit the company." Matt stated
Shannon nodded. "So..." He scratched behind his left ear.
Matt chuckled aloud. "You want me to ask Alexx if she could use you?"
Shannon scuffed the concrete floor with his sneaker. "Would you? I mean, if it won't get you into trouble or anything."
"Nah, it's cool. We got an open door policy, even if it is just for a coupla shows... but ya know the first thing Alexx is gonna ask me is what you are willing to do."
"Yeah, I know." To Matt, it sounded like Shannon was already having second thoughts.
"Do you want to talk to her in person? Once the show is over, I'm sure she'll have a few minutes."
"Actually... I'd rather show you." Shannon's hesitation was gone. In place was a grin Matt recognized from their teenage years. His heart lurched, his dick twitched, and his mouth got cotton-dry; all in the span of two seconds.
"Y-y-y-you got somewhere close?"
"Van's in the parking lot. You sure ya won't be missed?"
One of Erik's rules was 'No sex during the show, unless it's during the show.' Alexx had never explicitly told the roster the same. The way Matt's body was already responding, he figured he wouldn't be gone long enough to be missed.
"Let's go." Matt's voice dropped an octave. He took a quick look around just in case, then ran after Shannon. He followed his childhood friend into the ample cargo area of a plain white van.
Matt and Shannon stared at each other for only a moment before Shannon jumped on Matt.
"You remember when we were kids?" He whispered into Matt's ear, running his fingers lightly across his chest. "All the fun we had figurin' shit out."
Matt nodded. Something in Shannon's voice was turning his insides into a puddle and his outside rock-hard.
"I loved it. The first time I made you come, you looked like you had died and gone to heaven." Shannon added "You didn't even know what come was until I jacked you."
"Then you wouldn't stop." Matt answered, swallowing loudly. "Every time we hung out, just the two of us, you'd get me off."
"I know. That was the fun part." Shannon smiled "Pushing all your buttons, finding out what made you hot. There were so many times that I wished I had been born differently so I could just fuck your brains out anytime, anywhere I wanted."
Matt silently agreed with that.
"You still want to know what I'll do?" Shannon reached under Matt's t-shirt and tweaked his nipple. "Better still, what I won't do?"
"N-nothing?" It wasn't the cold that was making Matt shiver. It was Shannon's hot breath on the side of his neck.
"You get me this job and it's game on, in and out of the ring." Shannon nipped at Matt's neck. "I promise you, there will be no regrets either way."
"Game on? Y-you mean...?"
Shannon smiled. "I promised I'd show you." He pulled down Matt's zipper and reached inside. His expression changed. "Damn, someone is ready."
"Dude, you don't know the half of it." Matt leaned back. "I've had so little luck lately, I might as well be Straightedge."
"I hope not." Shannon pulled Matt's cock out and rubbed the pad of his thumb across the tip. "That would really fuck us both in the ass. Blowjob first?"
"Do you have to ask?" Matt thrust his groin into Shannon's hand.
"Just don't explode too quickly. I would like this to last longer than our first time." Shannon leaned over and kissed Matt while continuing to rub him.
"Hey!" Matt pulled away from the kiss. "That wasn't my fault. Like you said, I didn't know what an orgasm was."
"I know." Shannon answered "But I like to remind you anyway."
Matt tried to come up with something either witty, or at least a seven on the smart-ass scale, but all his thoughts went right to his dick when Shannon swallowed it whole. He closed his eyes, accidentally banging the back of his head against the van's metal frame when he leaned back a bit too far.
"Y'okay?" Shannon asked, a little muffled from talking around Matt's dick. Matt didn't mind, though. The vibrations went right to his core.
He could barely nod a reply, but that was more than enough for Shannon. He went back to work, now using his spare hand to gently squeeze Matt's testicles.
"Shannon, not this way." Matt groaned
"What's wrong?" Alarmed, Shannon removed his hands and mouth from Matt's body.
"I want you inside me."
"You do?" The one thing they'd never done before. Shannon had wanted to, but Matt was always nervous about it. Yet, here they were and here was Matt, asking for it. Shannon decided he better act before Matt changed his mind.
"You sure?"
"Please Shanny. We may never have this chance again." Matt moaned
"Okay." Shannon quickly peeled off his pants and skivvies. Like Matt, he was hard and begging for release.
Matt slid down the side of the van until he was lying flat. Shannon reached into the pocket of his discarded pants and removed a small tube.
"Let me know if I'm hurtin' ya." He whispered while lubing himself.
Matt nodded. Watching his friend prep himself was turning him on more than he could imagine. He had to concentrate so he wouldn't finish himself off before Shannon even got started.
"Okay, Matthew. Ready?"
"Do it." Matt growled "Fuck me, O Prince of Punk."
Shannon nodded slightly. He lifted Matt's legs over his shoulders and, aided by the slippery lube, quickly slid into Matt's warm willing orifice.
Matt sucked in his breath at the first penetration but as his muscles relaxed and he got used to the feeling, any discomfort was quickly removed; replaced by nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Shannon gave Matt a moment to adjust to the new sensations before he began the fucking in earnest. A few quick, half-thrusts, followed by one deep one.
Matt tensed, then quivered when Shannon struck him deeply.
"Like that?" Shannon asked, even though the reply was obvious.
Matt tried to say something coherent, but the tide of pleasure running through it made that impossible. All he could do was gasp loudly.
"I'll take that as an Oh God, go it again kinda thing." Shannon continued to ream Matt's ass, using the same three short and one long stroke each time.
Matt was on fire. His cock was throbbing, twitching with each short stroke, and spasming every time Shannon went right to his core. He wondered if sex was ever going to feel this good again.
Seeing his friend in this state... body flushed head to toe, his penis looking ready to explode at the lightest touch, Shannon fucked him hard... and then held the position.
The sensation of the head of Shannon's dick pressed against his sweet spot sent stars to Matt's eyes and they rolled back in his head. He came. Hard.
"Fuck..." He whispered repeatedly with each new spurt from his over-sensitive glans.
Seeing Matt so overwhelmed was enough for Shannon and he withdrew. Pumping himself, he quickly emptied his load to combine with Matt's across his sweaty abs.
Neither of them spoke until their breathing returned to normal.
"I hope that answers your question." Shannon smiled at Matt, looking at the evidence on his chest.
"Oh God..." Matt sighed "just like I fantasized about all those nights in Cameron."
"I just hope your boss doesn't want a demonstration right away. I think you broke me." Shannon looked down at himself.
"Me neither. I think you broke me too."
Shannon reached for a package of wet-wipes and he began to clean himself off. "So now what?" He asked, handing a few towelettes to Matt so he could do the same.
"We should probably get back. People will start to get suspicious if I'm gone too long." Matt quickly cleaned the silvery streaks from his torso and tossed the used cloths aside. "First thing after the show, we'll talk to Alexx."
They dressed quietly and returned to the locker room. Matt was half-right. They hadn't been away for too long, but at least one person had noticed.
"Matty... you almost missed our match!" Jeff scolded
"Me? Never." Matt answered
"After Tommers was such a grouchy-pants, I didn't want ya to get into trouble too. What was I supposed to tell her?"
"That I was negotiating for peace." Both Matt and Shannon found the comment hilarious.
"Meanies." Jeff knew there was something going on.
"I'll tell ya all about it later." Matt blushed at the memory. "But right now, I got a bargaining session to finish."
Coming up next... Erik returns, or does he?
There is still no set pairing for RAW is HBO's epic next episode... suggestions are still welcome.
