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If you didn't know, ECW, Smackdown, and 2/3 of Superstars are all taped on the same night. This is after ECW and Superstars, but during Smackdown.
Note: Cody and Ted are Unified Champs, not Jericho and Edge. Them and Jeff are all competing for number one contendership at Night of Champions.
Well, here's part two.
A week afterwards, after WWE Superstars, Matt finally found a moment to take a breather. Especially since MVP found the need to mess up and, instead of pulling him off the top turnbuckle into the ring, push him off and make his back bounce against the floor. And since Adam wasn't there to give him a back rub, he seriously needed a hot shower.
He went to the locker room and began taking off his clothes. Smackdown already started, and Adam practically owned Smackdown, so he was probably shooting a promo. He sighed; he could use Adam right now. But, he had to settle for what he had. He went into the shower and turned on the nozzle, just letting the water run over him. The heat and the water pressure made him feel a little better.
He didn't notice someone was in the shower with him until he felt a pair of strong hands on his shoulders. Matt tensed, but then one of the hands touched the soft spot behind his ear, and he relaxed. No one knew him like Adam did.
The hands began working at the tension in his back, doing loads more than the water could do for him. He groaned and leaned into them. He loved Adam's hands. In fact, he loved everything about Adam. Then, he found the knot in Matt's back and pushed at it.
"Oh yeah, like that," Matt said, "Oh... so good, Adam..." He heard Adam chuckle, and he froze- it wasn't Adam. In fact, it was the last person Matt wanted in the shower with him.
"It's not Adam. Just relax; I want to work out that knot."
"Shit Chris!" Matt shouted, his chill mood totally killed. He pulled out of Chris' hands and marched out of the shower. He pulled down a towel and wrapped it around his waist. "Get out! What, peeping Tom and molester had to be added to your resume?" Chris just laughed. "I'm not kidding! Get out right now or I swear I'll-"
"Knock me out?" Chris asked, "In a towel? All wet?" He saw Matt's growing anger, and he decided to change tactics. "I just wanted to help you out. That was a nasty fall."
"Adam can help me," Matt snapped, "Now, Chris. Out."
"Hmm." Chris sat in a chair and smirked at him.
"I didn't say 'Chris, get comfortable'. I said 'Chris, out.'" Matt said.
"I heard you loud and clear, Mattie." Chris leaned forward. "Are you a gambling man?"
Matt rolled his eyes. "Chris, I'm about to kill you. Why are you asking stupid questions?"
"Come on, Matt. One small little wager won't hurt. And, if you win, I'll leave you alone... forever."
Matt laughed hollowly- he knew Chris wouldn't say something like that unless there was a massive payoff for him should he win. "And what would your prize be, Chris?" Matt asked.
Chris smiled. "So glad you asked. I want you. For one night, if I win, you're mine to do with as I wish. You can't deny any order I give you until the sun comes up. What do you think, Mattie? Interested?"
Matt thought about it, but, before he made up his mind, he asked, "What are we betting on?"
Chris threw the Smackdown schedule at Matt. Matt read it and saw that the main event was Chris Jericho vs. Edge. "Your boy toy and I are going to be in the ring together today. Me vs. him. If Adam wins, you win. If I win, well, I win. Seems fair enough to you?"
"Not really," Matt said, "You can control what happens- I can't. You have an unfair advantage over me."
Chris knew Matt would put up a fight, but that's where Matt's ego came in. "I should have known." he said.
Matt's eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?"
"Well, I mean, I understand. You're not confident that your Addy can handle me. I can't really blame you; I am, after all the Wrestler of the Year. I'm greatness personified. Copeland doesn't really stand a chance against me." Chris waited for Matt to take the bait, which he did.
"Fine! Fine." Matt held out his hand. "WHEN Adam wins, you'll back off."
Chris grabbed Matt's hand and shook it. "When I win, you'll go to my locker room and wait for me." Chris pulled his arm and placed Matt on his lap. Matt blinked in shock, while Chris fought back everything he felt having a naked- well, toweled- Matt on his lap. He grabbed the sides of Matt's face and pulled him in for a kiss. Chris' tongue began roughly prodding Matt's lips, and Matt pushed away.
"Tonight, you're mine," Chris whispered, standing up. He walked to the door, but turned to look at Matt before he opened it. "There's a seat in the front reserved for you. I want you to watch while I beat your boyfriend."
"We'll see about that," Matt growled, crossing his arms. Chris nodded and left, thinking about how he was waiting all week for that little encounter... and his chance at one night with Matt.
*
Matt took the seat Chris got him up front as Edge's music hit. This ought to be an interesting match, especially since there was a chance- no matter how small- that he would be leaving the arena with Chris, not Adam.
The match was pretty even until Jeff attacked Edge when the referee wasn't looking. Matt cursed among all the cheers, forgetting that people would probably interfere. He wished the ref would have seen, and then Chris would be disqualified- and Matt could just go home now and curl into bed with Adam. Forget the whole craziness with Chris ever happened and just go on with his life.
Chris tried to hit the Codebreaker, but Edge pushed him off. Edge tried to hit with a spear, but Chris rolled out of the way, and Edge's shoulder hit the turnbuckle. Matt cringed; that had to hurt.
Edge rolled out of the ring, to get a breather, but Chris followed him. Edge quickly ran back in and, before Chris could get back in, Rey came from behind and attacked him, and Matt felt his spirits drop as the referee did for Chris what he didn't do for Edge; turn around.
He saw Rey and instantly disqualified Edge. Chris, Adam, and Matt were all shocked, mouths open in disbelief. Edge started arguing with the ref, trying to explain that it wasn't his fault, but the ref refused to dignify Edge's protests. Chris' music played, and Chris walked back into the ring to get his hand raised.
Chris smiled; he'd won. Sure, Matt might argue that it was a DQ and he wouldn't have won if Rey didn't involve himself in things, but Chris knew that if he was disqualified, Matt would certainly had taken that victory without a complaint. He searched out Matt in the crowd, but Matt was already leaving. It didn't matter; he'd be seeing him soon enough.
*
Matt sent a text to Adam, saying that he'd be spending the night with Punk, and he pulled out his phone to call the Straightedge Superstar. The two grew close over a shared friendship with Shannon Moore, and Matt learned that the current World Heavyweight Champion had a potty mouth and a near rude attitude that reminded him of Shannon. Must come from having very little sex and no alcohol.
Adam didn't have to worry about Matt spending the night with Punk; Phil Brooks was straight, and he didn't have promiscuous sex. It was the perfect excuse.
He called up Punk, who answered immediately. "If it isn't my favorite corn husk chewing, cow tipping brother fucker!" Punk sang, "What can I do for you, Carolina?"
"If anyone asks, I'm with you tonight," Matt said.
Punk giggled. "Having an all night kinky fuck fest with blondie, eh?"
"Punk, especially have to tell him and anyone else who calls for me that I'm with you."
Punk grew serious. "Damn, Carolina, lie to even blondie? What's up, are you in trouble?"
"No. Everything's fine. Just- I'm with you, okay?"
Punk nodded, although Matt couldn't see that through the phone. "Alright. Of course. But... Carolina, if I find out you're in trouble and you lied to me about it..."
Matt laughed. "Never. Thanks, Punk."
"Anytime." They hung up and Matt went to the locker room to grab his bag before Adam came. But, where his bag used to be, lay a note.
My locker room.
Matt sighed and went to Chris' locker room. Chris was in the shower, but there was a note for him- and a bundle of clothes.
Put it on.
Matt crumbled the note, thinking that Chris could just shove the stupid outfit up his ass, but there was another note under it.
I know you're thinking about cleaning my ass with those clothes, but remember: I won you for the night. Put it on.
Matt sighed and switched clothes, putting on the outfit. It was unnecessarily fancy, the kind of expensive crap Matt didn't like to buy. He preferred simpler clothes; he was still a farmboy at heart, no matter how much money he made.
As he finished putting on the outfit, he heard the shower shut off, and then he heard a small chuckle. "I knew you'd look amazing in that."
"How did you know my size?" Matt asked, not bothering to turn around and look at Chris. "And did you really buy this for me?"
"I'm a really good judge of size, assclown. And boy does it fit." Matt imagined Chris licking his lips, and he turned around, not wanting to think about Chris salivating over his ass. "And what can I say... I was planning on having you for the night since the nightclub. Wait here while I get dressed."
As Chris got dressed, Matt said, "This had to be pretty expensive."
"It's worth seeing you in silk. And you're not spending anything tonight anyway; it's all on me."
Matt laughed. "So, you can order me to do whatever you want me to do at all, including pay for your hotel room, and I'm not even paying for gas? You make really bad deals."
Chris turned and smiled, glad that he got Matt into a joking mood. "I have plenty of other ways to take advantage of your servitude. Now, let's go." Matt followed Chris out to his car. Chris opened the passenger door and motioned to it like an old time gentleman, but Matt opened the door to the back seat and sat in the back defiantly.
"I don't think you understand the point of 'You're mine'," Chris said, "If I want you up front, you're up front. Get over here." Matt shook his head and climbed into the front seat, and Chris went to the driver's seat. "Are you ready for the night of your life?" Chris asked. Matt flipped him off, and Chris laughed as he drove away.
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