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.

23. Chapter 23

Chapter 24

I realise there's 2 22s! Typo. Chapter 19 was 19 & 20 combined because it got SO long, a novel in itself. So the chapter shown in the drop box is one behind the actual one.

Well we're heading into Survivor Series now. Sheamus is injured :( Wade is returning on the panel...hmmm.

Slightly unconventional opening sequence here. I confess to being extremely behind on NXT but I know what's going on vaguely. And plus I think Finn Balor needs to debut in this story after his brief cameo in the Samdrian spin-off Let's Go The Beach, Beach.

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WWE Performance Center.

It was an unusually cold and wet day in Orlando, Florida. Far from the sunshine state. A car was pulling up, wipers fighting the rain. The driver, a shortish but stocky Englishman with his long hair tied up, climbed out, a newspaper over his head and pulled the passenger door open like a chauffeur to allow the front seat passenger, a taller, slimmer, paler-skinned redhead with a beard to climb out.

"Thank you Ben," simpered Sami Zayn, adjusting his signature flat cap and linking his arm in the other man's, which was of course NXT Champion Adrian Neville. Fresh from a tour of Europe.

"As usual I bring the British weather back with me," complained Adrian, his glasses steaming up as he swiped his ID card to unlock the entrance door.

"I loved Britain," Sami said.

"Not like you've not been before," Adrian chuckled as they signed in.

"First time with you," Sami purred.

"Second," corrected Adrian, "Earlier this year, remember?"

"But you didn't take me to Stonehenge that time," retorted Sami, "I love it there."

Sami had wanted to go the ancient standing stones in Wiltshire for a long time so before a house show in England the other week, he'd dragged Adrian along for a picnic. It was a nice day out, the Geordie conceded, even if the place had suffered the tourist trap treatment. But their coworkers were complete and utter tourists abroad anyway.

"Yes I know you did," Adrian sighed.

Sami had tried to get naughty and make Adrian fuck him on one of the stones. Adrian had worked hard to convince Sami it was disrespecting and desecrating an ancient monument and luckily the mischeivous redhead had relented.

"Yolo," Sami shrugged as they headed for the changing rooms.

Adrian sighed. Sometimes it was so hard being him.

"FINN!" Sami yelled, spotting the very good-looking Irishman hunched over a bench, pulling a vest on over his extremely ripped torso.

"Hey!" grinned Finn, embracing his old indie buddy, "Pac, how ya doing lad?"

He gave Adrian the typical straight-man broshake.

"How long you been here?" demanded Sami.

"Ten minutes," replied FInn, "Don't worry, Keenan hasn't collared me."

"Yet," Sami spat.

In a manner eerily reminiscent of Cody, Sami had taken to bodyguarding Finn everywhere he went at work. Even to the bathroom. If the young Irishman had to go into a stall, Sami would stand outside said stall like a bouncer. Sami knew Corey Graves was thirsting like mad over this hot new signing and seeing as Hideo Itami had already politely given him the brush-off..

"I am so sorry," Adrian said.

"It's cool," Finn smiled, "Appreciate the concern Pac."

"Not when he stands outside the door whilst you have a wild shite," complained Adrian.

Finn chuckled.

"We've worked the indies together, I can hack it, you need to chill out," he tapped Adrian's arm. He was one of the nicest guys to sign in ages, Adrian noted. He'd worked with the Irishman once if he remembered correctly on the indies and was still a top bloke then. No ego. And he'd had every right to be a bigheaded git. Extremely handsome. And a first grade wrestler too. And despite Sami and Finn once having a fling years ago, Adrian wasn't jealous.

Another Brit walked in at that moment.

Sami shot said Brit a nasty glower.

Wade Barrett just shook his head. Enough already. OK he shagged Corey in order to get his car keys back. Zayn didn't half bear a grudge.

"All of a sudden there's a horrible smell around here," Sami remarked, holding his nose.

Adrian facepalmed.

Finn just gave Sami a curious look.

"Ben! I want a coffee!" Sami barked, snapping his fingers at poor Adrian.

"You'll be pissing all day," sighed Adrian.

"NOW!"

"Ok, OK..."

Reluctantly, the NXT Champ followed his on screen rival and lover out of the room.

"You're under the thumb Neville," Wade remarked.

"Don't," warned Adrian.

"The smell's getting real strong now," Sami piped up, "Smells like a combo of stale lubricant and desperation. Oh. Hi Wade. So how was it throwing hot dogs down a dirty, stankass alleyway this morning?"

Wade shot him a sarcastic smirk. Seriously.

Adrian just covered his face.

"I'm sorry mate..." he mouthed to Wade as Sami left the changing rooms.

"BEN!"

"Wifey calls," snarked Wade.

Rehabbing here sometimes could be such a chore. But at least there was never a dull moment.

"What did you do to upset him?" asked Finn.

"Don';t ask," Wade sighed.

"No, I'm interested." Finn perched on the bench next to the tall Englishman.

"You really want to know? I shagged Corey Graves."

Finn rolled his eyes.

"Who hasn't?" he remarked, "Sad what Stirling's become. It sucks he can't wrestle anymore but that's just sad. Sami's bodyguarding me cos I'm next on Stirling's hitlist now Kenta...oops I mean Hideo gave him the elbow. I'm a grown fella...I can make my own decisions...suppose his hearts in the right place."

"I tried to explain to Zayn but he's just not interested...you know who he reminds me of? Rhodes. Just like him."

"Cody's cool...well not really met the bloke properly," Finn said, "Why did you fuck Keenan?"

"It sounds stupid but it was to get back my car keys," Wade sighed.

Finn laughed.

Wade noted it was a very musical laugh.

"Car keys?" snorted Finn.

"Basically, Graves stalked me in the shopping centre in town, and nicked them whilst I was on the phone to my ex. Wouldn't give them back unless I went home with him and shagged him."

"Couldn't you have taken them and then just pissed off?"

"Nope because he hid them in his pants and then locked them in his bedside cupboard...by the way...stuff in there would make any sane bloke's eyes water...he's a dirty sket...he's not stupid you know. He might be a disgusting gutter rat but he's smart. So I had to shag him. And shag him. He kept telling me I was a crap shag...because I didn't want to be good...just thought of my e4x and his new fella to get it up...but he liked that. Four hours later he finally gave me my bloody keys."

"OK I don't want to know everything," Finn replied, "Wow..."

"And you'll be next mate so watch your step," Wade warned him, "I had to go to the clap clinic after."

"Ew," Finn scrunched up his face before shooting a sudden glare at Wade, "Why didn't you wrap it?!"

"I did," Wade said, "Turns out he puts holes in them."

"Fucked up," Finn spat, "Yuck. Now I see why Sami's been guarding me. And did you get the Hiv?"

"Thankfully...no," Wade sighed, "But I'm warning you mate, don't even go there. A wank would be far more fun."

"I won't be his type anyway," Finn shot a smile at Wade.

Wade looked at him curiously.

"Yeah I know, straight, you like the Japanese girls dont you?" he said.

"Sometimes." Finn's lip curled and he rested his thumb on his lip in a manner Wade swore blind was flirty.

No.

Don't be stupid Barrett.

Irishmen on the brain still after finishing with Sheamus.

"Anyway," Finn said brightly, "I better go warm up."

He padded past Wade and just before the exit door, bent down to tie his shoelace. Arse up.

Wade hated himself but he had a good look. Nice arse.

Snap out of it! He told himself.

Wade hadn't touched anyone since that low moment bedding Corey. Having to go for a checkup at the GUM clinic wasn't exactly on his to do list and it had kind of put him off. He continued to change into his gym gear.

"You should stop being so mean to Wade," Adrian was saying to Sami, "He made a mistake. We all do."

"Yes but he KNEW rat skank was a nasty ho and still stuck his dick in it," snarled Sami, "MEN!"

He drained his coffee cup.

"You left Devitt back in the locker room, what if Corey's hidden in there and bouncing on his dick right now?" snarked Adrian.

Sami shot to his feet like a bolt of lightning.

Adrian sniggered. Bless him.

"Hilarious Ben," snarked the redhead, "You know you should quit wrestling and do standup."

"Chill out, too much caffeine's making you irritable," Adrian said, "Anyway, Prince Devitt is a grown guy who knows his own mind, he's not an innocent kid who might be led astray. Someone like Kenta would be vulnerable because his English isn't great and even he told Corey to beggar off. Plus, I think Devitt's got his eyes on someone else anyway."

"Probably Carmella," Sami sighed, "She is very pretty. Finn needs to stop bedding chicks."

"He bats for the straights Sami. He's a young single lad. He's allowed."

"BI!" interjected the redhead.

"Yes...I know...but not everyone here is a raging homo," Adrian said, "Just chill out. Hey mate! Yeh come sit down." He raised his arm to Finn, who was at the energy drinks vending machine. The handsome Irishman grinned and walked over.

"You look red," Sami remarked, "Rat skank cornered you?"

"You need to get laid more Generico," sassed Finn.

"Excuse me BITCH I got laid this morning!" Sami shot back.

Adrian's jaw hit the table.

Oh GOD.

He didn't think Sami and Finn had THAT sort of friendship. He was reminded of Cody and Josh. Or Sami with Paige.

"Could have fooled me," Finn smirked, "I thought it was your time of the month."

Adrian snorted but the furious side-eye from Sami shut him right up.

"So why you so pink?" Sami asked.

"Am I?"

"Yep..."

"He's not lying mate," Adrian said.

Finn ran his hand through his short dark brown hair and stared at his phone.

"Seen Britani Knight lately?" he asked.

"Duh," Sami sassed.

He was tapping a text to Cody and Paige as they spoke.

To: Saraya AKA Pillow Queen; Stardust

I think Prince Devitt has a crush ;)

Instantly Cody replied.

From: Stardust

OOOH WHO? :D :D

Tap tap.

To: Stardust

I think he wants to receive some Bad News LOL ;)

Buzz buzz.

From: Stardust

AWWWWWWW. I'd SHIP that. Or him with Sheamus if he wasn't porking Big Fat Mess's leftovers.

Sami snorted. MEOW. He still wasn't fully thawed towards Cesaro despite unblocking him on Twitter and appreciated the shade lobbed at the Swiss. And insulting Miz was always a good thing. He and Adrian had the unfortunate luck of rooming next to Miz and Dolph in Europe. Miz was disgustingly loud and they could hear everything. Yuck.

"You gassing again?" Adrian said.

"Don't read over my shoulder Satterly, it's rude," hissed Sami.

"What have I done?" Adrian threw his hands up in defeat.

"You left the sink in a mess," Sami said.

"Well someone wanted extras before breakfast.."

Finn squirmed uncomfortably.

Why was everyone talking about sex. But then it was Sami. He should be used to it by now.

"I'm gonna go change," Adrian said, "As I didn't get a chance. Promise I'll be back."

"You better," Sami huffed.

Adrian stood to leave.

When he was halfway out of the canteen, Sami leapt to his feet once more, startling Finn.

"BEN!" he roared, bringing the entire place to a standstill.

Blushing, Adrian paced sheepishly back like a child returning to a scolding mother.

"Yeah?" the champion mumbled.

"You forgot something," pouted Sami, folding his arms and tapping his cheek.

Adrian pecked him.

"See you in a few minutes," he hissed, mortified that Sami had made a scene, "Laters mate."

He nodded at a grinning Finn before leaving to change.

"His bollocks are in your handbag," remarked the Irishman.

"He's not a novice anymore, he shouldn't need prompting," grumbled Sami, "I've told him time and time again."

"It is only nine am," Finn reasoned.

"So?"

"You are definitely on your period today," the Irishman said.

"Watch it or you're getting a slap, Devitt!" Sami scowled.

Finn suddenly slipped off his chair, knocking his Gatorade to the floor. His face went scarlet and he leaned down to pick up the bottle.

"Think you dropped something," came a raspy voice that made Sami crack his knuckles and tense up with rage.

"Oh...hey Stirling," Finn replied good naturedly, eyes still in the corner of the room.

"Looking very hot today," Corey smirked, sitting on the Irishman's knee shamelessly, "Shame about the trash heap."

"Don't move your knee too much Fergal," snarked Sami, "Or it might get swallowed up by the loose black hole between his legs."

"I am kinda busy," Finn said, moving his leg, still staring at the corner of the room.

"You know I'm not doing anything tonight," Corey purred, "Maybe I'll make you some dinner. I fancy a prime slab of Irish beef in me tonight."

Finn cringed.

"Fergal and I were having a private conversation so if you don't mind," scowled Sami, determined to keep his cool this time...usually any time spent with his sworn enemy that ran over thirty seconds ended in a bitching match or a fist fight, "Haven't you got some corporate dick to suck?"

"How rude," sneered Corey, "Offer's there Devitt. I'm a very good cook.."

"Yes well you have a lot of experience with spit roasting," snarled Sami.

Finn snorted.

Corey scowled.

"Speak later Fergie," he simpered, pecking the Irishman on the cheek and shooting Sami a nasty grin as he did so before swaggering away.

"Let me take you to the bathroom to wash down!" Sami erupted, "You touched that for a whole five minutes and you haven't come out in hives?!"

"His breath stinks," Finn stated.

"Stale jizz or old man's cock," Sami hissed, "One of the two. Usually what he has in his mouth. C'mon...at least go wash your face."

"I'm fine, really...don't worry! I won't go there!" Finn chuckled, more amused than anything at Sami's protectiveness of him, "You owned him anyway."

"You should come out with us on the main roster Fergal," Sami urged, "We could take you out clubbing with the Total Divas cast!"

"You can't drink!" chuckled Finn.

"So? I can still have a good time," Sami replied.

"Yeah..." Finn was gazing at the corner of the room once more.

Sami clocked who the young Irishman was scoping out and wasn't at all surprised. From previous conversations he'd had with Finn, it was obvious that he was after male attention.

"Hey. Calm yo thirst," he said, spankign Finn playfully.

"HEY!"

"Yep your pants are wet," smirked Sami, "Want a cold shower?"

"You're evil Generico," pouted Finn, blushing once more, "And that's where I spilled my Gatorade thank you very much!"

Buzz buzz.

From: Saraya AKA PIllow Queen

AWWWWW. So how you gonna set a date up then Cilla? ;) And who is he crushing on? xx

Tap tap tap.

To: Saraya AKA Pillow Queen

Someone tall. Dark. handsome. Beardly. Albeit tainted with Rat Skank's ass juices. And English.

From: Saraya AKA Pillow Queen

AWWWWWWWW! He and Wade would be so cute together and we know Wade likes Irishmen :P

Sami told Paige to call him. if she wasn't in bed with Summer that was.

His phone began to ring.

"So how many fingers did Summer use on you today?!" Sami chirped casually.

Finn winced.

"You're an evil little shit," Paige replied, "So. Do tell. Devitt fancies Wade does he?"

"Hasn't taken his eyes off of him all morning," Sami said, "Hey! Who's that I can hear?"

"Summer used three by the way," came a man's voice. Cody. Of course. Shortly followed by the sound of a thump and an 'OWW!' from Cody and a third voice saying 'serves you right'.

"You hit him Summer," Sami smirked, before putting it on speakerphone, "Come on facetime!"

"OK! See you in two minutes!"

Paige hung up.

"Come! Meet my brethren," Sami said, yanking Finn back to their table.

"But I was about to see if Wade fancied a shoulder workout..."

Finn's cheeks were shocking pink.

Wade Barrett had earphones in as he read a British newspaper site on his iPad at a corner table and hadn't noticed them at all.

Sami smirked. Oh if he was unscrupulous he'd have the perfect witty riposte. But he wasn't that mean so he bit his tongue.

Incoming Facetime request from Saraya AKA Pillow Queen. Answer?

Sami tapped yes.

Paige's pretty face, clad in a black beanie, appeared on the screen. She appeared to be in a pickup.

"So who you with?" Sami asked, "HAY CODES!"

He spotted Cody who was driving. In a Superman onesie and his lenseless glasses. The adorable wave.

Paige then showed the back seat of the pickup truck, showing Summer Rae and Eden who also both waved.

"Cody's a pimp, all those chicks," remarked Finn.

Sami snorted.

"Have you not met him yet?" he snarked, "He's in a car full of girls and wearing a onesie...is that straight man behavior to you?"

"Well that is his wife," Finn said.

"Stop squabbling ladies," Paige said, "And talk to us if you're gonna."

"So how was meeting the clan Summer," Sami said matter of factly, "Did you tell them their girl was a pillow queen?"

Eden facepalmed in the background.

Summer blushed.

Paige howled with laughter.

"Someone got a good shag this morning," she said, "So any news from the PC?"

"Rat skank just infected Fergal's knee and face," Sami said.

"You need to work harder at the bodyguarding thing?" PAige said.

"They better not be filming Total Divas right now!" Sami complained. He had teased Paige something rotten about joining the cast of the reality show. The young English girl had gotten a bit miffed at him, what with hate from smarks accusing her of betraying her origins/selling out as well. And Sami was being merciless. When the WWE was in Manchester, she, Sami, poor Adrian, Summer, Brie, Nikki, Natalya, and Cody had all gone out on Canal Street for the night (One of Britain's biggest gay hotspots). Paige had gotten very drunk and ended up blurting out to the boys (poor, poor Adrian) about hers and Summer's sex life. Luckily at the time Summer had been in the Ladies. And then Cody and Sami had explained why being bottom was ten times better than top in a very graphic manner in revenge. it had been a good and memorable night. Particularly when they'd ended up in an 80s bar and shaken their booties to classics like Madonna (thankfully not Crazy For You). And then Cody had drunk dialled Josh.

"Oh yeah," teased the raven-haired girl, "All this will be on E! next year!"

"I'm going!" Sami hissed.

"You should be on it!" piped up Summer.

"NO!"

"A sassy independent ginger ninja with the NXT Champion's balls buried in his handbag? Ratings winner!" Paige said, "That'll break the internet ten times more than Kardashian's enormous arse!"

"Curtis recreated the photo," Cody mumbled.

"Oh?!" Sami was on that like a whippet.

"It was on the wall at every arena for the last 3 days," Paige giggled, "So where's Prince Devitt then?"

"You are not mothering Fergal!" Sami spluttered, "He's not Oliver Grey!"

"But he's so handsome," simpered Summer playfully.

"He's got as many scary fangirls as Dean," Cody put in, "He needs protection."

"Give the fangirls a go sometime, you might like it," Finn added, joinining in at last.

"EW! Have you seen some of them?" Cody squealed, making a cutely childish face of revolt.

"Cody..." Eden scolded.

Cody shut up instantly and stared once more at the road.

"Good girl! High five!" Paige giggled, leaning over to slap Eden's hand.

"Awwww is Coddles in trouble with wifey?" Sami teased.

A childish 'muh' from the driver's seat.

"He needs to get laid big time," Summer remarked before covering her mouth, remembering she was sat in the back seat with Cody's wife.

"Somethings I can't give him," the beautiful dark girl sighed, "I suppose now might be the time to tell him that Smackdown is being recorded in Tennessee."

The tyres squealed and the pickup lurched to a sudden halt, Paige dropping her phone.

"WHAT?" Cody cried.

"Did you not know?" giggled Summer.

"Was meant to be a surprise," Paige smirked.

"Omigod Omigod...do you think we could start off early tomorrow and go via Nashville? Pretty please Brandi? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Cody's voice had grown soft and cute and he was shooting major puppy dog eyes over the driver's seat at his wife, thumb in mouth. He looked so silly yet so adorable with those lenseless glasses and Superman onesie that nobody could say no to that little face.

"What's going on?" came Sami's voice, "Did you crash? hello?"

"Fine, I don't see why not? But early night Mister," Eden said, very much like a mother to an overexcited child on Christmas Eve.

"YAY!"

"What was that?" Sami asked.

"Smackdown and Main Event are in Knoxville, Tennessee," Paige explained, "Little Cody has just found out."

"Make sure he doesn't leave Nashville unless his balls have been completely drained," Sami ordered.

"PLEASE!" Eden snapped.

"Ooops," Sami giggled.

He looked over from his phone to Finn who was looking totally nonplussed as to what was going on.

"I better go," Sami smirked, "Smell you later Saraya...bye girls..."

After collective goodbyes he hung up.

"What. Was that?" Finn asked.

"You've met the real Codes," Sami giggled, "He's like a cross between a little kid on E-numbers, the class nerd and a screaming mincing queen."

"He seemed like such a normal dude when I met him," Finn said.

"Probably behaving because his wife was around," Sami said, "He's bisexual. Married yeah...but it's mostly a bearding thing. He does love her...just not as much as he's in love with Josh Mathews. You know him? Used to be an announcer here? Was in NXT for most of his last year."

"Yeah I know, I do have the internet," Finn smirked.

His phone buzzed. Well made the Grindr alert tone.

"You cruising?!" Sami said.

"Might be..." Finn had a wicked smile going on.

"Bitch I know you're imagining bouncing on Barrett's cock but we've got training," Sami hissed.

"HEY!"

"You were so obvious earlier you may as well have been humping his leg."

Finn went scarlet.

"Seeing videos of his matches I always found him hot, love Northerners," he mumbled, "He's so straight and manly. And when he first showed up to rehab here when I signed...it's been so long since I've done stuff with lads I've forgotten how to approach him.."

"Grindr isn't the answer.." Sami said.

"I'm rusty back there."

"Ew."

"Just a no feelings bang to get my juices going again...not like Barrett would want me anyway."

"How do you know that? You haven't even asked him."

"So what? Do I just walk up to him and ask him for a pint?"

"Couldn't hurt. Be demure Fergal. Otherwise you'll end up like rat skank. Or you'll get used and dumped again."

Finn had had a couple of bad experiences when he'd dabbled in men last. Which is why he'd gone back to strictly women whilst in Japan.

"I miss it Generico," he said.

Finn and Sami's one night years ago was everything but anal. But fingers had been involved. And toys.

"So don't waste it with some anonymous dick on a stick," Sami said, "Have some class. Use that Irish charm. Barrett digs Irishmen anyway."

"How do you know?"

"Did you not know who his ex was? Pre-rat skank?"

"Nope."

"Sheamus."

"Really...?" Finn was now smiling big.

"Really. From what Codes tells me Barrett bottomed."

"Oh..." Now Finn looked disappointed.

"One look at that booty of yours and he'll be convinced," smirked Sami, "Just play it cool. And invest in some sexy underwear."

"Excuse me, I'm not a newbie," smirked Finn, "I know how to get a lad's attention. Fine. I'll bring my skimpy knickers tomorrow."

"Good boy. But don't go rushing into it. A relationship is more satisfying that a one night bang."

"If he even likes me back.."

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Roanoke, VA.

Post Raw. It had been a pretty hectic one.

In a hotel room, Dolph Ziggler was showering, ready for a chilled night. He ached all over. But damn this bodywash smelled amazing. Expensive. VERY expensive. But Mike did like a high price tag. Bless him. They'd certainly had a rollercoaster tour of Europe. Dolph had found a lot out about Mike. Or at least understood him better. ANd he thought he knew everything about the Moneymaker.

Mike had been gushing non stop about Grumpy Cat all the way home. He'd been hogging the poor animal backstage the entire time, making an enormous fuss of her. But Mike did like his pets and always talked about his two with Maryse with a huge smile on his face.

Dolph was showering with the door open (well why not? Not like he had anything to hide) but still gave a start when Mike wandered in.

"Sorry Nicky, gotta pee.."

Recently they'd gotten to that next stage of being comfortable around one another. Only pissing, mind. Somethings Dolph wouldn't do, bro code or no bro code, in front of his other half. And lately...Mike had been sitting, not standing. He stated cleanliness as the reason but Dolph knew it was part of that chickification fetish. And as Dolph was a casual womaniser pre-Mike anyway with the very occasional messing with a dude, the blonde had absolutely no problem with it.

"Damn you look so hot shampooing," simpered Mike as Dolph leaned into the spray, rinsing foam from his bleached locks, "I'd much rather watch you than some generic plastic model chick."

Dolph just grinned.

"Wanna join me?" he drawled.

"Thought you'd never ask!"

Mike finished up and began to remove his flash ultra-fashionable clothing. He was just too fancy. And Dolph loved that. And then that hot chunky, curvacous body was expose once more and Mike climbed in, flashing his pearly whites.

"Hey," Dolph purred, hugging the soft, thick form close.

"Hey.."

The water running down the plughole was already tinted orange from Mike's tan and makeup.

"Hate that you lost to that dirty old hippie Brodie Lee," pouted Mike.

"Had to happen," Dolph shrugged.

"Take your anger out on me."

"Hey c'mon bro...let's take it slow.."

"Manchester was just the best night, I love you for coming out with me.." simpered Mike.

Manchester, England. That had been an eye-opening night. Mike had begged to be taken out on the gay scene. But when the Awesome One had revealed his outfit, Dolph had almost passed out. As Mike had gone full-on DRAG. An expensive blonde wig, makeup and dress identical to Maryse. He'd worked it like a pro and Dolph had suspected it wasn't the first time.

And Mike admitted...it hadn't been. He'd gone out in LA in drag with Maryse before. And passed as a female. He had pretty, soft features so it wasn't difficult. Even with his build. He'd found it rather a turn on. Especially when some very nice men had bought him a drink or two. Hehe.

Dolph had nailed Mike in stockings that night. After all, Dolph had been a womaniser...and Mike had screamed the place down. Certainly an eyeopening night and a defining moment ofg their relationship. Mike wasn't a cross-dresser mind. He just had done it as a couple of one offs. But it was the main explanation for his chickifaction thing. And so he just expressed it day to day by being a fancy, primped and preened little diva with his high-price labels on everything from his lunch to his socks. Dolph was a metrosexual so he was more than cool with it. But sometimes waiting for the Awesome One to finish in the bathroom some mornings when flights were to be caught was a bit of a pain.

France. That had been another hot time. Dolph's wallet had been truly rinsed. But Mike had been so happy and truly spoiled.

Once both guys were showered, Dolph gentlemanly dried the chunkier one down and wandered back into the bedroom, laying on the bed in his towel.

Mike shut the bathroom door.

Dolph decided to dry himself off anyway and lay on the bed. The touching in the shower had given him a boner that refused to go down.

He was casually jerking himself.

At last the door opened and Mike re-appeared in his red kimono. Damn Dolph loved that thing on him.

"Hey," he drawled.

Mike crawled onto the bed, resting his head on Dolph's toned chest.

"Horny Nicky?" he stated.

"Your fault bro," smirked Dolph, grunting as Mike slowly began to toss him off. He reached to do the same to Mike but his hand was slapped away.

"You've got so much tension built up..." purred Mike, "Losing your belt, being beaten black and blue.."

"Don't waste then bro..hang on...roll onto your back.."

"Let me take my kimono off.."

"Nah it's cool bro, leave it on. Hands behind your head. Don't jerk. Got an idea."

"Ohhh Nicky...like the sound of that."

"Open your legs."

Mike obeyed him instantly, exposing his clean, pink entrance.

Dolph smirked as he got between those chunky yet silken legs. He slowly caressed inside each soft thigh, enjoying the little gasps. He knew now to avoid Mike's cock. He wanted to see if he could make his fellow Cleveland native bust a nut without his dick being touched. And without fucking him up the ass. Apparently Cesaro managed it. But Mike did have a teensy little habit of tall tales.

Dolph now always called Mike's ass his 'pussy'. Which sent Mike fucking wild.

He slowly leaned right down, Mike's clean scent filling his nostrils..and began to rim.

Small screams instantly filled the room, Mike's hand shooting down and massaging Dolph's scalp.

"Nickeee...yes...oh Nicky...eat my pussy Nicky.."

DOlph didn't care if other dudes found their relationship weird. He fucking loved it and that's all that mattered. Best of both genders in one. The hard tough body of a dude...who enjoyed being treated like a chick in bed.

Dolph used his killer techniques that had had so many girls begging him for more...every trick. His tongue game was A1. And Mike was a loud mess. The urge to fist his cock always so strong. But he knew it was ten times better if he didn't touch it and let the blonde do all the work. When they'd had sex with Mike in half-drag, he'd got the chunkier man in such a position that the pressure on his prostate caused him to orgasm twice in a short space of time. Their sex life was still white hot.

"Ohhh,..Oh Nicky...ohhh...fuck...oh don't ever stop you wonderful...wonderful man.."

Dolph held Mike's thick thighs in place as he continue to eat the curvy ass out. Damn. It was no use. He wanted to fuck him. He kneeled up.

"Nicky...no need for lube...you're so good I don't need it.."

Mike rested his ankles on Dolph's shoulders.

Dolph noted Mike had covered his cock and balls with the kimono so he was more chicklike than ever. Wow.

Mike reached for a pillow and placed it under his ass.

"Come here," he moaned.

He pulled Dolph possesively to him, working his thick body like a pro, guiding the blonde man inside him. They were so in tune with one another by now it couldn't be difficult...he whimpered as Dolph's cockhead brushed his hole.

"Play with my pecs if you like Nicky.."

"Mike...bro...don't go too far...I do want to be with you..you are a guy after all.."

"I like it Nicky..."

"Anything you want.."

Dolph massaged the muscular pectorals, playing with Mike's nipples, enjoying the little screams. Wow. He moved back to between Mike's legs where he was still brushing that tight entrance. He thrust forward. And managed to enter Mike first time. Damnit. It was just getting better every time they fucked.

Much as Dolph wanted to bust a nut (and as he was sure Mike was itching to do so too) he wasn't going to jackrabbit him. Go slower.

He began to move in and out, Mike writhing with him, every pleasurable sweet spot inside him being stimulated.

"Aahhh...ahhh...ahhh..."

"Like that?"

Mike nodded.

Damn Dolph was gonna bust soon.

Very soon.

He was sure Mike would too.

Mike's legs locked around his body like a vice.

"Kiss me Nicky."

Dolph did so, enjoying the precious squeaks Mike was making in his throat.

Suddenly Mike grabbed the back of Dolph;'s long hair.

"What?"

Mike shot him a wicked grin.

"Blow my back out Nicky. Wreck me."

"Anything you say bro...hold on fuckin' tight."

Mike grinned lustfully as he spread his legs as wide as they'd go, folding himself in half as Dolph began to pound him mercilessly. He began to scream like a two dollar whore. Fuck YES! That's what he was talking about. Pound him! Make him forget his own name! He didn't care if they heard him in California! Noise complaints? So what? People needed to get out more! He was a loudmouth and everyone should know that by now!

"OH NICKY! YES! FUCK YES! FUCK MY PUSSY!"

Dolph was grunting and growling. Damn Mike was such a whore in bed and he couldn't fuckin get enough of this shit. He was a million times better than Ambrose or Rhodes ever could dream to be! And anyway/ Dolph loved Mike. Ambrose and Rhodes were just two cheap skanks good for blowing a load into.

"MORE!"

Jeeez.

Dolph was going as fast as he could.

Mike was screaming shamelessly.

Fuck they'd get into SO much trouble!

Mike could feel his insides boiling. The triple-barrelled assault on his prostate was too much...yes...oh YES. He could feel it. This was going to be big. More screams left his throat. Yes! Oh yes! He threw his head back as his dam finally burst and just screamed as loud as he could as his essence sprayed up his abs and chest, even his cheek...the kimono flying open during this wild fuck.

Oh fuck. Dolph just watched Mike blow one HELL of a load up himself and that was it. He let out a grateful bellow, driving deep inside Mike as he too exploded, filling the luscious curvy body beneath him right up, Mike clenching to take it all.

Mike was such a screamer.

He should do porn.

He chuckled.

Mike moaned and pulled Dolph to him, smashing their lips together.

"Nicholas...oh Nicholas...I love you..."

"Love you too bro...enjoy that?"

"You're the most amazing man I've ever met..."

"Tell me in the morning when I get my hearing back," smirked Dolph.

"What? I'm a loudmouth Nicky...you knew that when you first slept with me."

"Lassie. Gonna start calling you miss Honeywell."

"Nicky you think that's loud? You should hear me on amyl nitrate. I howl."

Dolph smirked even more, his hair dangling in Mike's cute face.

"Should I bring ear plugs? Actually no, your thighs make pretty good mufflers."

Mike just giggled, hugging his beloved man close to him.

---

In quite the contrast, one of the 'cheap skanks' in question was slowly riding the ripped, bearded Armenian beneath him, soft moans leaving his throat and his tousled hair falling into his craggy handsome face.

Dean Ambrose could barely remember his own name. Cody had talked to him about tantric sex and he'd wanted to try it with Seth. They were both athletes after all. Every time either of them was getting close to shooting, they'd stop. And then resume.

Seth looked up at the smooth, well-conditioned figure of his better half, sheened in a light glisten of sweat and his face etched in ecstasy. Damn this was so freaking good. He could take it. After all, Dean wanted to do all the work and damn could he WORK that body. Suppose that was the upside of Dean's super-slutty past. Seth was keeping his own noise to low, manly grunts, letting Dean make all the noise. He'd let Dean be in control.

Dean whimpered as a particularly big jolt shot through his prostate. Oh God...he was getting close once more. He whimpered again, scrabbling to take Seth's hands.

"Hey..." Seth hissed.

"Love you..." was barely all Dean could muster.

"Love you too..hey...got an idea..."

Seth was going to truly blow Dean's mind. He'd always wanted to try this. Now he was far more jacked and strong than he ever was in their early days together. He leaned up.

Dean's lips connected with his. And then realised Seth had not only sat up, but was gawkily getting to his feet, still inside Dean.

"What..."

Seth just smirked, his long hair in complete disarray as he began to fuck Dean mid-air, whilst stood. This cross fit really had paid off. Oh yes.

And now Dean was crying out louder. And louder. Fuck this was surreal. Oh God! Oh yes! He couldn't control himself. He bit his lip.

Seth spanked Dean playfully.

"HEY!"

"Why you being quiet?" purred the Money In The Bank winner.

"Not a whore anymore..."

"Who cares if people hear you? C'mon baby...let go."

Dean realised Seth was right. He wanted nobody else (OK maybe Cody just once, OK?) apart from Seth. Ever. And Seth was just so amazing in bed. All the time. And this was just...he was aching with pleasure. His legs crossed tightly around Seth's back to hold himself in place.

Seth thrust in hard.

"OHH!"

Seth smirked as Dean's voice went up an octave. Yeah. Make Dean scream. He did it again. And again. Each time causing a louder, higher-pitched cry. So he continued to fuck Dean, showing off all his core strength. Dean was a mess. A hot mess. And it turned Seth on so fucking much.

Dean couldn't hold it. He was so close to exploding. After edging constantly. His entire lower body was tingling. His prostate battered. He dug his nails into Seth's back, fighting to hold on as his climax fast approached. Quite suddenly he threw his head back and convulsed wildly as he let out a strangled scream, shooting ropes and ropes of much-craved release between their bodies. Oh fuck. He'd needed that so badly. Seth was a fucking king. He was still gasping. In fact he didn;t think he was fully done. And Seth hadn't yet.

"K-keep going..." he spluttered.

"Really?" panted Seth, now starting to hurt at supporting Dean's 200 pound frame for this amount of time.

Dean nodded.

"Please..."

The pressure on his prostate now he'd just come was unbearable but he couldn't stop.

So Seth manfully continued, his abs and arms screaming in protest but anything to please his guy. And Dean was just so sensual these days. He was making little ahh-aahhh sounds, too spent to really go for it but still wanting just that bit more. The room was ripe with testosterone but neither of them cared.

Dean stole some whimpering kisses.

He couldn't cope...he was so sensitive down there...but he didn't want Seth to stop. Ever.

"Sorry baby...on the bed.." gasped Seth, giving in, "Can't go much more..."

"S'OK...just...keep going Sethie.."

"Jesus Jonny...greedy.."

Another playful spank.

He gently placed Dean back on the bed, being sure not to drop him and resuming fucking him. This was far more hardgoing than any match between them had ever been. And ten times more pleasurable.

"Ohh...oh Colby..."

Seth was getting closer. He fucking loved it when Dean moaned his name.

He kept pounding the spent body beneath him, urging his climax closer. Minutes flew by. Oh fuck...fuck fuck...he bellowed and drove deep inside Dean, as his release finally seared its way out of him and deep into Dean...who suddenly began to cry out and managed to come a second time...oh yes...he didn't think he could...but he had...

Seth's eyes were wide. Wow. That was probably some of the hottest sex they'd ever had. Even better than their makeup sex. Fuck. Three years and no sign of slowing down. And fucking...Dean managing to nut twice. Seth had seen it on Xtube but thought it was just lucky.

"Oh Colby..." Dean's voice was a husky whimper as Seth clumsily pulled out of him.

"Damn..." Seth hissed, laying next to him. Both of them were drenched in sweat and Dean's release. Seth had never seen Dean shoot so much.

Dean just wriggled up and rested on Seth's chest, not wanting to let go.

Seth began to stroke the wet, tousled dark blonde hair. He wouldn't be opposed to Dean cutting this but he looked so cute when it fell into his eyes during sex. Dean had the cutest expression in the throes of passion. No clownish gurning at all.

Dean was fumbling for his phone.

"Hey, leave it till tomorrow," Seth breathed, "I';m beat and so are you..."

"Want to.."

Dean opened up the camera and used what little strength he had left to take a couple selfie before tweeting.

TheDeanAmbrose I love my man. Put it on Tumblr. #AmbrollinsIsReal WWERollins.

"JONNY!" Now Seth was incredulous.

"What?"

"You can't just..!"

"I just did Sethie. I don't care."

Seth sighed. To be honest. He didn't. So what? It would only make their fanbase bigger and probably make both a bigger draw. So actually Vince would thank them for coming out.

"Guess nobody follows you because you don't tweet.

StardustWWE TheDeanAmbrose WWERollins AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW cUtEneSS.

Dean's phone went bonkers with retweets, favourites.

OK maybe that was a bad idea. He was tired and this was annoying.

He deleted the tweet.

Not that it would make any difference. One or two crazy Tumblr girls might have screengrabbed it. When he'd posted slutty nude selfies on there he'd gotten away with it.

Seth took his phone from the side.

"Send me that picture, I'll make it my lock screen."

Dean was beaming from ear to ear as he sent it. He could see Seth's camera roll. The last ten photos were naughty nudes Dean had sent. Usually on the bed with his ass up. Dean looked at his own. Amongst the many mirror selfies in new underwear (Dean was fast becoming an underwear shopaholic) were dick pics from Seth. And lots of couple selfies too. But it kept the fire burning at work to send X-rated photos.

Now he was content and recovering, Dean opened up Safari and Andrew Christian's site.

"Jonny...no more! You're becoming one of those shopaholics..." Seth sighed.

"But I feel so hot in them.."

"You;re hot whatever you wear..."

"You ruined my last pair."

"You wanted me to take them off with my teeth. You look fucking hot in them baby but don't spend all your travel money on it!"

Dean attempted atrocious Cody-style puppy dog eyes.

"No. If you're short at the end of the month..."

"But you love me Colby."

"Yes I do (peck) but I'm not paying your travel costs because you wanted yet another set of red peephole briefs."

"But red's my color!"

"Then wear it to the ring!"

"No."

"Go back to trunks."

"No. I get too turned on. Well when I wrestle you."

He added a lime green 'Pride brief' to his cart.

"What?" he smirked, "Colkby we're doing Pride next year."

"Are you batshit insane..." But Seth was already imagining Dean in those briefs. He did fill them out so nicely. He had to admit that he enjoyed looking at pervy shots of Dean on Tumblr, usually tagged 'Ambooty'. It was a perfect ass.

"I'm ordering you some," Dean went on, "I've already seen shots of you on Raw. Your leather pants...fuck...your ass is a work of art."

Dean (like Randy) was envious of his partner for having more junk in the trunk than him. But it meant he could grab Seth's amazing ass as the two-tone man fucked him senseless. He tweeted Cody's second account with a link to the green briefs. And a link to some Peek-A-Boo Almost Naked Holiday Briefs he'd also added to his order on impulse.

Buzz.

From: Codes

HOT! Make Vegas Pride a date next year then. I'm getting His and His for me and Joshy :P I have the Gigolo thong in the mail hehe...you should get one and give Seth a lap dance :P

To: Codes

He's getting pissed at me for spending too much haha...Did you know we're in TN tomorrow? LOL

From: Codes

*lots of happy face emojis* GOING TO NASHVILLE EARLY IN THE MORNING CAN'T WAIT OMFG *more emojis including the dog ones*

"Phone away," Seth snatched it from him, "We have to hit the sack...and I can't keep my lids open."

Dean wriggled into little spoon position, making himself quite comfortable, pulling Seth's ripped, thick arm around his middle as Seth killed the bedside lamp.

---

Sami was crackinghis knuckles menacingly during training. Finn was filming some more scenes for his entrance video and of course, the cameraman was Corey. Yuck.

"More body oil!" Corey snapped at the makeup girl.

"Any more and you could cook an Ulster fry on my chest," protested the Irishman.

"But it catches the lights so good," Corey purred, licking his lips and shooting a wink at Finn who smiled back embarrassedly.

"I'm going to be sick," Sami complained.

"Who asked you Zayn?" snarled Corey, "You should be learning how to cut a promo."

Sami just shot him the finger.

"It's cool, really," Finn sighed.

"I'm not leaving you alone with that THING, it'll fucking molest you!" hissed Sami.

"I'm a grown man," Finn said, "I can look after myself."

"Fine. On your own head be it!"

Sami threw up his hands in defeat and stormed out of the small studio. He collided with something tall and solid.

"Mind where you're going," he grumbled.

"Sorry mate," Wade Barrett said.

Sami looked up and then grinned naughtily.

"Just the man Wade," he said, "Are you doing anything after the show?"

"Going home and watching Match Of The Day?" Wade shrugged casually.

CRASH.

Finn had tripped clumsily over one of the chairs on the moodily-lit set and fallen flat on his backside. Now he was mortfied. Especially as Wade snickered, having seen everything.

"I thought he was meant to be this amazing wrestler," smirked the Brit to Sami.

Sami grinned bigger.

"CLumsy isn't he, go and help him up," he smirked.

But Corey, pouncing like a cheetah stalking an impala, was there in a flash, helping the blushing Finn to his feet and taking an oppertunity to grope his pecs and back, moaning loudly.

Finn brushed him off.

"I THINK NOT," snarled Sami, stomping in and hauling Finn away, "You and me have got a date in the promo room."

"Have we?" spluttered FInn, heart racing as he could feel Wade's eyes on him. His confidence from yesterday morning had vanished and now he felt like a twelve year old with a crush. Well he DID have a crush. But he'd never been so clumsy around people he fancied before. Maybe because Sami was just making a meal of it. And with Corey touching him up and flirting outrageously with him every five minutes..

"How's your arse?" sniggered Wade.

Finn stumbled once more, face scarlet.

"OK there Fergal?" teased Sami.

"Fine..."

"So you were asking if I was doing anything tonight?" Wade said to Sami, "What did you have in mind?"

"I dunno, beers?" Sami went on, "Well for you maybe...what's your favourite drink Fergal?"

"Shut up..."

"He only asked."

Finn wanted to get out of here. Before he made even more of an arse of himself.

"Aren't you worried Adrian might go out with the lads?" he pouted to Sami.

"Ben is coming too. He is not leaving my sight. Last time he went out he left the damn broiler on and almost set the kitchen on fire!"

"Jesus Christ..." Wade said, "You don't half keep Neville under the old thumb."

---

St Louis, Missouri.

Survivor Series day.

And Wade Barrett's return to the main roster television. He was still not fully cleared but could do his old rising podium schtick with his judge's hammer. The six foot plus Brit wasn't normally the nervous type but as he pulled into the arena's car park Sunday lunchtime fresh from a morning workout, his heart was in his throat. It was the first time seeing Sheamus since they'd broken up and Sheamus moved on (too quickly) to Cesaro. And Wade had also heard that Justin Gabriel was working the preshow. Oh GREAT. Gabriel was best mates with the toxic pack of the recently-let-go Brad Maddox, TNA's Robbie E and Corey Graves. One of the reasons why Wade had eventually chucked the nasty high flyer. He'd let Justin bring him down for so many years here.

After saying hello to a few of the familar faces on the road crew, Wade kicked open the locker room door to place his overnight bag somewhere safe.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" came a jovial, booming voice.

"Alright mate," Wade bro-shook Titus O'Neil's hand, "Promise I'll make the next game."

"Can't let me down a second time," smirked the imposing Gator, "See ya at the meeting man."

Wade had bottled out of going to a football game with Titus because Sheamus was going (and bringing Cesaro naturally). No way. He wasn't ready.

Hang on.

Of course.

Wade sighed with relief, hating himself.

Sheamus was injured.

But Cesaro wasn't.

CRASH.

"WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY CALLS?!"

Wade gave a start as the fuming face of Justin Gabriel was right in front of his own. Obviously Corey, jealous of Finn Balor's crush on Wade, had urged Justin to pursue Wade as he knew Justin was still hung up on the Brit. And plus a catfight between the high flyer and the talented Irishman would amuse Corey no end. He had to make his own fun these days. And if it meant using friends' heartache to create drama, then so be it.

"Because I think you're a toxic little shit?" deadpanned Wade.

"You said you loved me Bennett," Justin snapped.

"Stop acting l;ike you're on Eastenders and leave me alone," hissed Wade, "You never bothered your arse before."

"You were mating with ginger freaks before!"

Wade scowled.

"Go away."

"I know you could never resist me Wade..." smirked Justin, "Look how pretty I am..."

He brushed his choppy long hair out of his eyes and attempted to give come to bed eyes. Wade was just a meathead with his brains in his dick! He'll be in Justin's bed before sun up tomorrow easy. He owed Corey big time for kicking his backside into touch and making him go reclaim his man!

"I would rather shag a dry stone wall than come within two feet of you again," Wade spat.

Justin was totally unperturbed.

He made to grab Wade's bulge. The Brit let out an involuntary moan.

"Yeah...you still want me," Justin hissed, now leaning in to kiss Wade, "C'mon Stu...you can have me right here if you like...I'm gagging for it."

"You make me sick."

"You slept with Corey. He said you were incredible."

"Well why don't you fuck him?"

"He's not my type, I like them big and strong and British.."

"Get the fuck out my face."

Justin pinned Wade to the wall, taking the Brit by complete surprise and then clamped his bristled lips over Wade's, moaning into the kiss.

"Oh yeah," whined Justin, "You've still got it. Take me."

He yanked Wade's workout shorts down and sank to his knees, jerking Wade off to make him hard. Wade didn't know what to do! He was being sexually assaulted here! He was powerless!

But then he finally located his bollocks and caught Justin with a smart right hook, knocking him backwards onto the lino. He redressed himself, snarling with rage.

"You touch me again and I will rip your bollocks off and feed them you and then break both your legs, you hear me?!"

Justin was gasping and holding his mouth.

Wade turned on his heel and left the room. Oh it was going to be a long old night.

---

In Catering, Cody had just returned from an unsuccessful title match, albeit a very action packed on. Ugh. He wasn't a happy bunny. Diego and Fernando had been goading him a lot throughout. Dicks. Just jealous because their mascot was a little more over than them.

He changed into his comfier Superman onesie and, freshly showered to remove the last of his Flash Gorden-esque face paint, padded into Catering to watch the women's Survivor Series match. After all, Paige was teaming with her girlfriend and Layla! He wouldn't miss this for the world.

Finding the TV, he pulled up a chair and got comfy as his wife Eden was in the ring to announce the match.

Another chair.

"Hey," Curtis Axel said.

"Hey," Cody replied.

"Listen...Codes..."

"Curtis, it's cool...not mad..."

"We need to talk about what happened between us."

"Ryback's back. You're back. Ancient history."

"I know. But I miss you Codes. Miss our friendship."

"Me too," sighed Cody, "It was a one off. Friends helping one another get off. Never happening again. Ever. Ever."

"I know."

"So," Cody said, affixing his Off-Duty Glasses in place, "How long have you been out of bed since The Ryback was back up and running."

"Oh Codes...I can barely walk these days. Ohmygod, he's better than ever. He made me cum three times in one long session last week!"

Curtis was pink in the cheeks and a bashful grin on his face.

Cody was relieved. Yes. Curtis and Ryback's sex life was back on track. No more regrets. He was now able to bury their ill-advised one night stand in the back of his mind.

"Codes," Curtis went on, "Ryan isn't mad at you. He wants to know why you're avoiding him."

Cody rolled his eyes.

"Well he's supposed to be a clever bookish sort of guy, why can't he work it out? I banged his fiance! Of course I'm gonna avoid him!"

"He said he owes you one," Curtis said, "For keeping me sane whilst he was recovering."

"Huh?"

"We really appreciate it Coddles," Curtis purred, "In fact, if you and Josh want to join us for a foursome someday..."

"JOSEPH HENNIG!" bellowed Cody, bringing the room to a dead silence, "Calm your fucking thirst!"

"C'mon," Curtis said, "It would be hot. A daisy chain. Cross-promotional."

"You sicken me," snarled Cody, pulling his chair pointedly away, "Does that ring on your finger mean nothing to you?!"

" Means the world," Curtis hit back, "But we are men, Cody."

"Curtis," sighed Cody, softening a little, "You're hot as fuck. You've got the best booty in the business...except for me..hehehe...and you take a pounding better than the entire Helix Studios payroll...but you're engaged, I'm married and promised. Once was hot, OK? But leave it at once. Our friendship barely survived what happened. Focus on getting The Ryback's post-match tension blown up your rectum."

"Ew!" Curtis howled with laughter.

"He'll be battered, frustrated and irritable," Cody went on, "Which means you have to take care of all his needs, maybe give him a lil massage...I've got some good massage oil in my bag...and then roll him over and start bouncing on his big dick."

"How romantic," snarked Curtis.

"Trying to get you one hundred percent turned on by your man alone," Cody said, "Anyway, I had a little trip to Nashville before Smackdown last week hehehehe."

He sucked his thumb mischeivously, an adorable naughty smile adorning his pretty face.

"Oh did you?" smirkewd Curtis, "Thought you might."

"He WRECKED me," Cody sighed, "Left hand marks as red as the Road Warriors' masks on my ass. He made me pay for sleeping with you."

"Pull the other one, shrimpy Mathews dominating your six foot ass?!"

"You haven't seen how big his dick is. Hurts without lube, I'm telling you."

"I'd like to sometime."

"BITCH!"

Cody playfully made to slap him. Curtis dodged the blow.

Paige's theme blasted from the TV, announcing her entrance.

A shadow fell across them as another chair was pulled up.

"Hey boys," grinned Sami Zayn, flashing his backstage pass.

"What are you doing here?" demanded Cody.

"Watching Saraya work a Survivor Series match with her girlfriend on the same team?! Wouldn't have missed this for the world!" Sami beamed, perching on his seat, "First boy to spot her bulging camel tow buys the drinks."

"EWWWWW!" Both Cody and Curtis facepalmed.

"Oh c'mon, tagging with your significant other? Wreaks havoc with your libido!" Sami teased, "You should know Axel."

"Yeah...but...I don't need to know about horny girls.."

"Besides, I brought a friend," Sami grinned, waving to the room, "Hey Fergal! Over here!"

"Prince Devitt's here? Oh man I'm such a fan!" gushed Curtis.

The blushing Irishman pulled up a chair next to Sami. He'd swooned over Wade in that sharp black suit earlier. Picturing ripping it open and...anyway. Sami had laid off playing cupid so far. What the hell was Rhodes wearing?!

"Evening," he drawled.

"Oh that accent!" Curtis gushed, miming hand on heart.

"Hi," Cody waved adorably.

"Obviously you've met Cody...this is Curtis," Sami said.

Finn professionally shook both their proffered hands. As old hands in the business they weren't going to let the old etiquette slide.

"Oh look...Saraya's shooting Summer the come to bed eyes, I see you girl...nothing escapes me," smirked Sami, "Keep your legs crossed! Poor Lay. Poor Ariane."

"You're obsessed with Paige's sex life," remarked Finn.

"You need to get yours back running," teased Sami, "Hey boys, reckon we can get Fergal laid tonight?"

"HEY!" Finn went scarlet.

"Sami...don't push him," Cody said, "If he likes someone, let him deal with it on his own."

"I'm 33, not 12," Finn said, "I appreciate it Generico but I've gotta do it my way."

"Oh who's caught your eye? Who's the lucky girl?" asked Curtis.

Cody was tapping on his phone.

To: Joshy *heart emoji*

hey : D You watching SS? xxxxxxx

Buzz buzz.

From: Joshy

Yeah. You killed it as always honey xD. Can't believe Paige and Lay are finally teaming lol. Bet she's loving Summer on her team ;)

To: Joshy

Didn't wanna talk rasslin hehehe. Just wanna talk to my sexy man. What U got on hehehehe *wink emojis* xxxxxx

Buzzzz.

From: Joshy

*photo of Josh. Nude. On his bed. TV on Network* That answer your question hun? *wink emoji*

Cody gulped. His cock was hard in a matter of seconds.

"Bathroom.." he garbled.

"Yeah yeah, Codes, that onesie hides nothing," Sami smirked, "Go and get some relief. You're as bad as Saraya."

"I'll tell her you said that!" pouted Cody, "And then she'll RamPaige your skinny pale ass on the lino!"

"I'll hit her with a Blue Thunder Bomb!" Sami hit back, "Try not to wear out all four fingers!"

Finn winced.

Curtis smirked.

Cody sprinted out, scarlet.

He tapped call.

Ring ring.

"Oh hey," Josh drawled.

"Hey.." purred Cody, "Missing you."

"Miss you too," Josh replied, "Was so good seeing you."

"I wish I could have stayed," sulked Cody, "We only just had time to catch up."

"We barely talked honey," Josh replied, "Because somebody was itching to get laid."

"I dream about you every other night!" Cody whimpered, "I can't help it! And I was jealous."

"Coddles, Spud is a cool guy but let me tell you I am not interested in him! He's taken anyway! I told you a billion times that you're the only man I want!"

"I need reminding Joshy. How are you fixed for Thanksgiving?"

"Funny I was just gonna ask...Brandi's invited me."

A high pitched squeal.

Cody was bouncing on the spot like Tigger.

"OMIGOD! YAY! BRING LINK!"

"Are you drunk?"

"No! Just happy Joshy. Link will love meeting Colby, Monty and Pharoah!"

"he's only a baby Coddles, they might be rough with him!"

"Pharoah's docile for a half wolf. You know that. He misses you too."

"Coddles...stop it.."

"Not as much as I miss you Joshy...mmm...unzipping my onesie now...getting it out.."

"Slut."

"Only for you."

Cody was stripping off his onesie feverishly. Damn. Horny being naked at work. He lay on the cold lino and began to fist his cock.

"You gonna deprive me of that hot body?" growled Josh.

"No joshy...Facetime me!"

"OK. See ya."

He hung up.

Incoming Facetime request.

Cody answered.

"Oh hey there," Josh drawled seductively, "Legs open already I see?"

Cody sucked three fingers and began to tease his hole as he lay on his back, legs spread. He whined and moaned as he entered himself.

"Oh yeah...finger that boipussy Coddles," Josh snarled, fisting his cock hard on his side.

"Ohhhh Joshua...yeah...tell me what you want me to do...!"

"Keep fingering boy. Slap that booty."

SMACK.

Cody spanked himself with a side of sharp wails. Oh yeah. he was SO turned on already. And at work. Fuck yeah. He was fighting the urge to jerk off and just concentrated on stimulating his prostate. He wanted to make himself cum hands free for Josh.

"I enjoyed our meeting last week," Josh growled, "You were SO horny..."

"Can you blame me...ohhhhhhh yeah..."

"C'mon Coddles...keep touching your G spot."

"Ohhhhhh!"

Cody was losing himself, enjoying the stimulation he was giving himself...oh yes...he jerked his cock a few times to help it along...oh yes...he kept fingering...whining and mewling. He needed to buy a proper toy for the road.

"Coddles, I may have a Thanksgiving present for you."

"Bet it beats my birthday present for you huh.."

"Coddles, you being at my house was the best early birthday present I could ask for."

"Oh JOSHY...I will be whatever you want..any time...oh...ohhh...ohhh fuck...fuck I think I'm close...oh God...oh fuck...ohhh...ohhh..."

Cody threw his head back and let out a strained cry as he jerked the base of his throbbing cock with his free hand as his self-induced, mostly hands-free orgasm tore through him, spraying his ripped abs white with a much-needed release.

Josh's sharp cry was audible from the phone speaker as he too, jerked his cock to a climax, all over his own abs.

Both men still had a burning in their chests as they began to recover from their illicit sexual highs. Last week wa sjust not enough. Cody had driven three hours to be with him. And then rushed off once they;d finished having rough, passionate sex. Thanksgiving was going to be memorable.

---

In another corner of Catering, Dean Ambrose was on his Macbook, tapping into a Notepad document whilst Seth Rollins observed over his shoulder, shaking his head. Dean had a pair of lenseless glasses eerily similar to Cody's on his face which were at total odds with his scruffy ring attire.

"I really think you should be preparing to be hurt by Wyatt," Seth remarked.

"Bray's cool, we know what we're doing," Dean said, tapping away.

"When I said find a hobby that didn't involve maxing out your plastic on overpriced gay underwear..." sighed Seth.

"What makes you think this is a new hobby?" Dean smirked.

"Sending fictional accounts of sex with you via anonymous tumblr posts to True Ring Rat dirt? What are you hoping to achieve other than have yet more crazy bitches after your dick?" Seth snarked.

Yes.

Dean had been supplying the notorious True Ring Rat dirt gossip blog with supposed stories of girls who hooked up with him. What the girls who ran the blog didn't know (Dean assumed they were girls) were that ninety per cent of the anonymous submissions were in fact HIM trolling them. Many of them were modified accounts of some of his more sordid hookups from his indie days but writing about whomever he'd been with as himself. It had been very cathartic doing it and he'd exorcised many of his self-hating demons. Seth didn't get it but had been much appreciative of Dean's new demeanour these days. Dean had actually been doing this since he left to shoot his movie. Renee had found the blog and also sent stuff in, not minding the hate she got from it.

"Proving how idiots on the net believe anything," Dean said.

"What's with the glasses?" chuckled Seth. He actually dug Dean in specs a lot.

"Makes me look more intelligent."

Tap tap tap tap tap.

"But they have no lenses."

"Cody has them."

"Ah."

"What?"

"Stop trying to be him, Jonny."

"I'm not! Do you see me in a Superman onesie?"

"Please don't."

"I won't! What do you think?"

He turned the screen to show Seth the account he'd written.

Seth shrugged. He had also been the subject of 'tea' on that blog, people claiming he'd banged them. But Dean had confessed those too had been him. Well, the complimentary ones anyway! How did Dean have time to write all this stuff?

He spotted a sheepish-looking Cody shuffling back into Catering, in his onesie. How did Rhodes have the balls to walk backstage in that ridiculous thing?

Dean waved, beckoning him over.

Cody smiled and padded over. He wasn't in the mood for Sami's teasing after that naughty call to his beloved Josh.

"Heyy..wait what's with the..." Cody tapped Dean's glasses.

Dean blushed and smiled coyly.

Seth spotted this. He could tell Dean still crushed on Cody. He didn't mind. He was a mature, grown man. Not a jealous teenager.

"Reading glasses?" Dean lied.

"No lenses...you got some Off Duty Specs too huh?" smirked Cody, "What ya writing? A smutty Ambrollins fic?"

"Nope," Dean said, turning the screen. His latest 'Ambrose tea' story was in the 'ask' box on True Ring Rat dirt.

"Wait...YOU?!" Cody exclaimed.

"Uh huh...pretty much all the shit about me on there was me. And Renee." smirked Dean, looking very pleased with himself.

"Oh and me, anything about me being good in bed was him and all," Seth put it.

"I always thought that blog was just irrational hate and fan fiction," Cody smirked, "So if you wrote the stuff about yourself Dean, why are you writing from the girl's perspective you big old bottom?"

"Because most of them are snippets from my er...past..." Dean admitted, "I just put my name in the place of whomever I was er...with at that time. It's embellished."

"Probably good for you, getting it out your system," Cody said, reading the entry, "Probably means Seth's not walking on eggshells anymore, right?"

Dean shook his head and clicked 'Submit'.

"I told him it's not a good idea, playing with those damn Tumblr girls," sighed Seth, "But seeing as you turned him into a shopaholic..."

"But you don't mind ripping them off his body with your teeth?" teased Cody.

Seth went scarlet.

"Dean tells me everything," grinned Cody.

"Is nothing sacred?!" lamented Seth, facepalming.

"Nope," teased Dean, "Why should I keep it to myself how amazing you are?"

He snapped his Macbook shut and climbed into Seth's lap.

"Jonny...your match..."

"Match, schmatch," Dean murmured.

Cody huffed.

That was HIS line!

Dean seemed to absorbing more and more of him by the day!

There'll be no Lunatic Fring left soon and a Stardust clone at this rate!

Cody padded back to the TV, sensing it was strictly couple time for Seth and Dean. Just as Summer did Paige's knees to the stomach and even her scream (before being kicked by Emma).

Sami was jumping up and down and howling with laughter.

Curtis looked amused.

Finn looked lost.

"Did Summer really just...?" Cody spluttered.

"You missed some great moments," Curtis said.

"Too busy wanking," piped up Finn.

"Hey! Watch your mouth rookie!" Cody pouted.

"I've been wrestling since you were in school," Finn shot back.

Emma put Summer in the Emmalock and Summer tapped out, leaving Paige alone to face the good guys team.

"Saraya has been shooting come to bed eyes at Summer all match, the thirst is unwatchable," Sami remarked, "I can almost smell it."

"EW!" Curtis buried his head in his hands.

"I bet she tells Summer to scream for her every night," COdy smirked.

"ON POINT! High five!"

Sami and Cody slapped hands.

Finally Paige got defeated and the bell rang.

Sami sprang to his feet and pulled Cody up by the arm.

"HEY..."

"Come. I need to go and tease Saraya mercilessly."

"Why do I need to be there?"

"Because you're my sparring partner when I'm here?"

"Why don't you call Adrian, check he's not burned the house down?"

Cody folded his arms and scowled childishly.

"I've been drip feeding him nudes all evening," Sami teased, "He'snot going anywhere past the bedroom door. I've taken the fuses out of the appliances and left the takeout menus on the coffee table. He can feed himself via that tonight."

"You need to stop being such a control freak," Cody sighed, "You'll suffocate him."

"Ben needs to learn," Sami pouted.

"Learn what? He holds your hand at work and even kisses you in front of the guys now! Why don't you let him be him. He loves you Sami. He's not going to dick Corey's gaping chasm the moment your back's turned."

Sami sighed. That was his biggest fear. Even if it was unfounded and untrue. Adrian had said time and time again that he wouldn't touch Corey with a bargepole.

"You're right...some of it is for show...I've got this image I've built up," he said, "Like Saraya calls me, the independent 'woman'...it's all for fun mostly, I'm not really this demanding bitch."

"I was the same for years," Cody said, "Just...chill. Oooh there's Paige...AWWWWWWWWW THEY'RE HUGGING! CUTENESS!"

"And you tell me to rein it in?" snarked Sami.

Both girls heard Cody's voice and flew apart, blushing.

Sami folded his arms, smirking his cute little face off.

Paige shot him a scowl.

"What are you doing here?" she mock-snapped.

Summer just shot them both a sassy look.

"You're so wet I can hear squelching," Sami hit back.

Even Cody winced.

Summer's face was that of comedic horror.

"You are gross!" she cried.

"I can handle the ginger ninja," Paige smirked, "Because I know how many fingers Adrian uses on him."

"STOP!" squealed Summer, covering her ears.

"How many Sami?" smirked Cody, "Five? You bucket."

"So tell us Cody," piped up Sami, "How was the fisting session with Josh?"

"YOU!"

They began to play wrestle, exactly like Cody and Josh used to in their pre-relationship days.

"Children, children," Paige sighed, "Stop it! Don't make me count to ten!"

Sami put Cody into a half Boston crab.

"Tap! Tap!" he said, "I'm better than you and always will be!"

"I'm a fucking Rhodes bitch!" gasped Cody, "I am the Prince Of Pro Wrestling DAMNIT!"

"I've wrestled all over this planet," Sami replied, "I know more holds than you know lubricant brands."

"FIne, fine...I submit!" Cody gasped, tapping the lino.

Sami released him.

"You are both thirty," Paige scolded, "Act your bloody ages!"

"I AM TWENTY NINE!" Cody pouted.

"More like nine," Paige went on, "Carry on and I'm telling your wife to cut your gaming money."

"You wouldn't..."

"Wouldn't I. Grow up Cody."

Summer did love it when Paige was bossy. Even if this was all play.

"Cody you and Eden should join Total Divas," she said.

"We'd double the ratings," pouted Cody.

"You wish," Sami chimed in, "They'll see your comic collection and turn over."

"SAMUEL." Paige rounded on him. Obviously it wasn';t Sami's name at all but it was fun to go full-blown 'mum' at him in retaliation for his relentless teasing of her.

"That's not even his name!" Summer giggled.

But Sami looked suitably chastised.

"I have tea," Cody said.

"On whom?" Sami said meekly.

"Dean," Cody replied, "Not what you think, he;s a good boy now...trying to be me but still...a good boy...you know True Ring Rat dirt?"

"Don't we all?" Summer sighed, "Renee's always talking about that, just jealous teens."

"You know all the ring rat stories about Dean?"

"He writes them, Renee told me too," Summer said.

Cody looked like he'd just found out he'd been told to spend a month eating lunch with The Miz.

"Damnit!" he huffed.

Sami's phone buzzed. He fished out of the front of his jeans and smiled stupidly when he saw it was Adrian. He hit answer.

"Heyy..."

"Alreet," Adrian said, "How's it going?"

"The show or me in general?" simpered Sami, "Saraya wants me to leave her alone so she and Summer can do the nasty."

"Can you blame her?" Adrian laughed, "Sorry Rami to ask but the microave and toaster don't work?"

"Because you can't use them so I took the liberty of taking out the fuses," Sami said, "You could burn a salad Ben."

"So what am I meant to do for dinner?" Adrian huffed.

"Takeout menus are on the coffee table," Sami said, "What you got on?"

"SAMUEL..." snarled Paige playfully.

Cody got a really childish grin going.

"Pull your pants up Sami!" he said.

"Yeah streaking backstage is a bad idea!" chimed in Summer.

Adrian's howls of laughter were audible even to them. Sami had turned the hue of his hair and beard. He was NOT amused.

"Bitches," he pouted.

"Funny thing is I wouldn't put it past you," Adrian chuckled, "So has Devitt got his end away yet?"

"Nope," Sami said, "He dropped a whole plate of chicken wings when he saw Wade changing in the corridor earlier."

"SHUT UP!" Finn had just walked over, looking for Sami and had come in just to hear that.

"Awwwwww.." Paige teased, patting the Irishman eleven years her senior on the head, "Bless."

"So you're at the pay per view being the party queen, and I'm stuck at home eating pizza out the box in my pants?" Adrian complained, "All so you could take the piss out of Paige for tagging with Summer."

"I would travel halfway round the globe to laugh at Saraya's blatant thirst...OW!" Sami cried out as Paige thumped him, "And you better send me pictures of you in your boxers."

"Already was gonna," teased Adrian, "Might send a few nudes."

"NOT AT WORK," hissed Sami.

"Why not? You do it all the bloody time," Adrian said, "This is my revenge Rami."

"No sex for a week," Sami said, "My legs will be firmly crossed and nothing you say or do will make me change my mind."

"You couldn't last five seconds," smirked Paige, "You'll be on a permanent period, oh the poor developmentals."

"Close your legs Saraya because I can smell your thirst," snapped Sami.

Summer snorted.

Cody giggled.

Paige went rather pink. She had been checking Summer's bottom out in her new blue and gold shorts. She approved. A lot. Mmmm.

"Shall we leave you be?" Cody said, dragging Sami away.

Finn just watched all this banter and horseplay. Sometimes all the supergay stuff was a bit much for him but he was did enjoy letting out his playful side around Sami than constantly being 'one of the lads' with the other NXT guys. Sami was only really like this around Paige and Rhodes.

"I've already texted Eden to ban your gaming money," Paige said.

"MEANIE."

RAZZZZP.

Cody blew her a huge raspberry.

"Wind changes, your face will be stuck like that," teased Summer.

Cody just hit her witha Stardust teeth-baring hiss.

"We will join you to watch Her Royal Shortness get her shrimpy arse kicked," Paige said, "Now mush."

"Yes mother," Cody said, padding away, yanking Sami with him.

"Sorry Ben I have to go," the redhead said, "Talk at the hotel."

"Not if you're rooming with Devitt, poor sod's suffered enough," teased Adrian, "See you Rami. Love you."

"Love you too...be home tomorrow," Sami simpered, a cute smile on his little face, "Bye...,mwah."

He hung up.

---

A few matches later, it was time for the Divas Championship match. The little company were once more gathered at the screen, joined by John Cena and Natalya.

"I hope Nikki breaks her in half," Cody snarled.

"Bitch has had it coming," Summer put in.

Paige almost fainted.

Sami smirked but Finn elbowed him to shut up.

THe bell rang. Brie yelled at AJ, distracting her, before suddenly making out with her.

"WHOA..." Natalya, Paige, Summer and John all said virtually in unison.

Cody bit his tongue so hard. He almost made a snarky comment about Daniel. But he decided it wouldn't make him very popular.

Nikki got the shocked AJ in the Rack and hit a hard one. 1, 2, 3.

"That was it?" Paige said.

"I wanted to see her kick her little bitch ass," Summer said.

"You've trained her well," Cody remarked to John, "How's the wife doing?"

"He's cleaned my house from attic to basement," John sighed, "Every day. In his briefs."

"And who wouldn't want a half naked Randy Orton as their houseboy?" Nattie put in.

"If I had a houseboy, he'd be five foot nine, spiky pomaded hair, an ass you could get lost in and sexy tattoos up his arms and on his back," simpered Cody, "And in a jock that shows off his bulge."

"I wonder who he could be talking about?" teased John.

"Oh I don't know," smirked Paige, "And they tell me to calm my thirst."

"You see your other half EVERY day!" pouted Cody.

"Oh so you're taken now?" John teased. Paige and Summer's relationship was still very covert. Apart from 'her boys' and Layla, it was only really known amongst the divas via intuition.

"Can we not talk about my lovelife and focus on the fact that Little MIss Bitchface's reign of terror is at an end?" Paige was pinker than ever and she was shuffling to her feet.

"Let's go give Nicole a standing ovation," Nattie said, "Rub her face right in it."

"I'm up for that!" Cody was on his feet in a trice.

John shook his head. Women (and Cody). He never got it. But then he DID live with Randy Orton. What did Cody look like in that Superman babygro? He shared a look with Finn.

He checked his phone. Snapchat from Randy Orton. Snapchat from Randy Orton. Oh jesus.

He better answer them.

Oh GOD!

Randy scrubbing the kitchen floor...naked. And a slutty tongue out face to the camera.

A naked mirror selfie.

Another slutty all fours selfie with the caption 'Can't wait to see your match *drip emojis*'.

Oh dear.

He hid his phone in his baggy shorts.

"Naked snapchats from Randalyn?" put in Cody.

"Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" sighed John.

"Nope but I know Randella well enough, he was my mentor," smirked the mischeivous ravenette.

He followed Paige, Summer and Nattie to gorilla, just as Brie walked Nikki through with her newly won title.

Immediately all three of them clapped.

Brie shook her head but she was so glad her sister had won. Nikki deserved it. And it was two fingers up to the irritant smarks who poured hate on her summer feud with Stephanie.

"Want a breath mint or four Brianna?" Paige said, "I cannot believe you actually snogged that little cow and didn't chunder all over the apron?"

"I just imagined she was Bryan, made it easier," Brie sighed, "It was Bryan's idea."

"Homage to Mania 28," Nattie said, "Makes sense. Still waiting for you to put her in a Lebell Lock."

"Me too," Brie said, wiping her mouth.

AJ stormed furiously through the curtain.

She bitch slapped Brie hard.

"You EVER touch me again and your husband will have a date with mine!" she snarled.

"Oh believe me," Brie said, turning up her heel Bella persona a hundred percent, "It made me feel nauseous kissing a little bitch like you."

"I worked for that title, not unlike that blow up doll sister of yours who just rode John Cena's dick for it," AJ sneered.

Nikki folded her arms. She was so done with AJ's shit. She could handle that little madam. At the end of the day, management had allowed her the strap and that was that. She had trained her ass off for this moment. It felt so much more satisfying than her first win over Beth Phoenix.

AJ shot her malicious eyes onto Paige, Summer and Natalya.

"THat was a nice boring, forgettable waste of match time girls," she sneered, "I expected better from the likes of Natalya and Paige. But then again, as I don't change it up, what would I know, huh Nattie?"

Nattie crossed her arms defiantly.

"Learn some respect for the business," she hissed.

AJ made a catty farting sound.

"That's all you'll be remembered for, Natalya Neidfart," she spat, "Sad. What an insult to your family you are."

"At least I'm not a self entitled whiner," Nattie said, "You used to be a nice girl. Stop trying to be your husband."

"Were those crickets chirping when you came out?" AJ squared up to her, "Well I'd love to waste my evening talking to you irrelevant hacks but I have better things to do."

"Just remember," cut in Cody, "Punk can wash but his dick was in Curtis' ass before it touched your coochie."

SMACK.

AJ slapped him around the face so hard he stumbled.

Nattie quickly moved to catch his fall.

Brie and Nikki just scowled at her.

"Such a sore loser," Nikki sighed.

"Talk about sour grapes," Brie agreed.

They both made their signature loser signs at her before departing.

"Just remember! Talent is not sexually transmitted!" AJ screamed after them.

"Exactly what glass ceilings did you shatter your majesty?" Paige deadpanned, "You spent most of your time with your tongue down various men's throats on TV and screaming like the brat you are. I used to turn your segments onto mute."

Summer just snorted.

"Back of the line Britani Knight," barked AJ, "Your future is on Superstars now, squashing the other irrelevant bitches in this division. And as for you Big Bird (she rounded on Summer), take what I said on board. You can sleep with Paige all you like but you'll never have an ounce of her talent. Remember, not sexually transmitted."

"Advice taken and learned your ladyship," Summer snarked, curtseying mockingly, "Would you like me to lick your Chuck Taylors as well?"

"That would be a start," AJ spat.

"No dumpsters and it smells like trash around here," Cody scowled, holding his cheek which was very red where she'd smacked him one.

"Yeah, I agree," Nattie said, shooting a look that could curdle milk at AJ who was shaking with fury and glowering at the lot of them.

Paige waved mockingly at AJ much in the same way AJ herself did on TV to her opponents as she followed Summer, Nattie and Cody back down the corridor.

"I'm not finished with you yet Rhodes!" screeched AJ, "You will be hearing from my husband about this!"

"Waaah waah..." Cody called back.

---

Sami and Finn were sat watching the main event along with Dean, Curtis and a subdued Cody.

It had been a hard going contest for all the men concerned. There were bodies everywhere.

Curtis was biting his nails. Ryback looked absolutely knackered and he was worried.

"He's a tough guy," Sami assured him, "He'll be OK."

"He's not long had surgery, I don't want him overdoing it," Curtis sighed, "And it's not that...dunno if you guys have heard?"

"Heard what?" Dean said.

"My ex is doing Cabana's podcast," Curtis sighed, "As his bitch wife was so kind to remind me earlier. Apparently he's gonna be coming for Ryan. They didn't get on at all."

"Oh I thought you actually had to be successful in pro wrestling to warrant a podcast," spat Cody.

"Meow..." Finn said. He quite liked Colt.

"Bet that'll be a great listen," Dean said, "Me me me me me me me. Dunno how you ever let him in your bed Axel. The guy stinks."

"Well he did shit his pants whilst wrestling you," Cody said.

"Was funny at the time, felt bad for him," Dean said.

"Trust me, he was not all that in bed," Curtis said, "Average in all areas."

"Spill the tea," Dean said, opening his macbook.

"Did you just..." Finn shook his head.

"Too gay for you Fergal?" teased Sami, "Oh hi Wade."

CRASH.

Finn had fallen off his chair yet again.

All the other men collapsed into laughter. There was no Wade to be seen.

The red-faced Irishman picked himself up and sat down. Where was Wade? Damnit. Sami had been pulling his leg.

"You're an arse Generico," he pouted, dusting himself down.

"You're adorable," Sami said, "Wow check Ziggler out. He's been the workhorse of the match."

"He dips it in Kermit The Fat Frog's flabby ass, not interested, sorry," Cody had a full on resting bitchface going on.

"You still pissed off about dropping the tag titles to him?" Sami teased.

"That and my face stings like a bitch," Cody pouted.

"Who hit you?" Dean asked.

"Not saying," Cody said, "Curtis, give the other boys the lowdown on Punk's bed game."

Dean's fingers were on the keys.

"Average, nothing more to say, sweats a lot, grunts like a pig," Curtis said, "Only ever did me from behind. Wouldn't kiss me during. Decent at rimming. Bad at sucking. Nice thighs. That's it."

"More than enough," Dean said with a grin.

Cody was about to open his mouth and mention Punk's one night stand with Corey. But he wasn't a hundred percent sure Curtis knew about that.

Finn was watching Dolph work. He'd been a fan of the guy for a while now.

"Earth to Fergal?" Sami said.

"Sorry..." Finn tore himself away from the screen, "Man Ziggler can work."

"Shame he's an asshole," snarled Dean, "He used me."

"And me," Cody put in.

"Wait WHAT?!" exclaimed Finn, "You've both had him?"

"Don't bother," Cody said, "He's not that great."

"No he isn't," agreed Dean, "Couldn't find my prostate to save his life."

"TMI...by the way what is with the specs?" asked FInn. Both Dean and Cody were wearing those lenseless RayBans and he'd been confused all night by it. Was it some sort of backstage in joke?

Dolph barely managed to score the win.

Even Cody grudgingly admitted that had to be the match of his career. All present were impressed. John Cena re-appeared to hug the absolutely shattered blonde who looked really pleased with himself. Dolph had been the star of the show tonight, no question. Cody just couldn't get over how he'd allowed the blonde to talk him into dropping his pants like that again five years after their first one night stand. He should get over it really.

"Wear these when I'm off duty," Cody said, "Dean's copying me."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Boys do you want me to fetch Saraya?" warned Sami, "She'll spank you both."

"No that's you...Samuel," Cody blew Sami a raspberry.

"Fuck you."

"No thanks. You don't trim."

"Some men like the natural look."

"Surprised Adrian can find your hole through the orange forest."

"Ladies..." Curtis sighed.

Finn winced.

"By the way DEAN," pouted Cody, "Was that you who wrote the shit about me having a threeway?"

"Sorry..." Dean grinned bashfully, "Thought it would add a bit of spice."

"Gimme that," Cody snatched Dean's macbook and opened True Ring Rat Dirt on Safari. Dean couldn't help but note Cody was wearing very nice cologne.

"You wearing cologne?" he asked.

"Paul Smith, Joshy's favourite, feels like I have him with me," Cody said, eyes sparkling as they always did when he talked about his beloved man.

Tappy tap tap tap.

"I bet he's sending one in saying what an amazing fuck little Mathews is, betcha," Curtis teased.

"Why do you talk about sex all the time?" complained Finn.

"Sorry Fergal," teased Sami, "I did warn you about main roster banter. And Codes talks about it to make up for the fact he doesn't get it."

"Know how he feels," huffed FInn, "Next bloke I meet is gonna need a pickaxe and a Davy lamp to break his way in."

"GROSS!" Sami facepalmed.

Curtis smirked.

So did Dean.

Cody was too busy writing a graphic account of sex with Josh to the ask box of True Ring Rat Dirt.

"Fergal Devitt I am disappointed in you," Sami scolded, "I'm the one who does the jokes."

"I'm the one who hasn't had a shag in months," Finn said.

Cody showed Dean what he'd written.

Dean smirked.

"How true is it?" he asked.

"One hundred per cent," Cody beamed, "I could have thrown in pictorial evidence."

Dean had to admit he wouldn't mind seeing Cody naked and on all fours. MAthews wasn't a bad looking kid either. He hit submit.

"They might not believe it because it's not about me, Roman or slagging off the Divas division," he said.

"Don't care," Cody said, "Writing it was hot. What did I miss?"

"Fergal being a dirty bastard," Sami said, "Cody. Be a honey and go and get Barrett."

"YOU!" Finn went scarlet.

"You need to get laid Fergal and pronto," Sami teased, "I didn't just bring you here to make fun of Saraya."

"Is Ziggler really that bad in bed?" Finn asked Cody and Dean at large.

"I thought you wanted Barrett?" Cody said, "Please tell me you're not another slut..."

"Wade won't want me," Finn sighed, "I've dropped many signals.."

"You're just clumsy...bless," Sami said, "I told you, you're too subtle. Some guys need it spelled out."

"Like Pac?" shot back Finn.

"Leave Ben alone...but yes he did," Sami lamented.

"So what do I do? Walk around in my best knickers?" Finn said.

"Couldn't hurt, dat booty," teased Sami.

"Tried that, he didn't notice," Finn said.

"So why Ziggler?" Sami demanded, "I'm disappointed in you."

"Yeah. Me too." Cody said.

"You could do better," added Dean.

"It's his body, his life," Curtis said, "The guy's old enough to make his own decisions. If he wants a no feelings bang with Ziggler..."

"Who said I did?!" snapped Finn.

"Because you were fixed on that screen every time he was on," Sami said, "So make up your mind. For the past fortnight it's been Barrett, Barrett, Barrett and now you're going after Ziggler? Who's it to be?"

"I just want a bleeding shag," huffed Finn, "Seriously Generico. I'm sick of making a twat of myself every time Wade walks into a room...my late night wank bank has been exhausted. He doesn't want me. I'm giving up on him. I want the real thing. I'm still a bloke aren't I?"

"Ziggler might have a big fat ass but he's top, no wonder he's got abs, having to support a chubby prick like Miz every night," Dean snarled, "So don't bother."

"Wait he is shagging Miz? I thought it was a rumour?" Finn looked irritated, "Anyone here single and want some Irish meat for a night?"

"Calm yo thirst," Sami scolded.

"Oh fuck off Generico."

"Sexual frustration's making him irritable, I understand," Cody said, "Up to you Devitt. You could do Ziggler, but he's shit in bed and a colossal prick."

"I'm not after chocolates and flowers from him. Just a quick shag." Finn said.

"Every time you sleep with someone they take a piece of you," Cody said, hearing Tye Dillinger/Shawn Spears in his head back in 2006.

"And fucking other people's men is Rat Skank Graves' job," Sami put in, "Fergal, you're better than that. Just try harder."

"Before Gabriel...fucking bastard cunt rapist...sorry did I say that out loud...sinks his claws into Barrett," Cody growled, spitting venom when he mentioned Justin.

"Appreciate the concern lads but I need my arse fucked," FInn said.

"BOTTOM?!" Cody squeaked.

"Did you not know that?" smirked Sami.

Finn folded his arms smugly.

"Wait...Devitt...that hot body one of us?" Curtis said.

"I knew," Dean said.

"Yeah..." Finn was blushing once more, "You wanna tell 'em?"

"Years ago, on the indies, we met up," Dean said, "Fooled around."

"Ancient history, we're all good now," Finn finished.

"Jesus..." Cody facepalmed, "Dean...is there ANYONE you haven't...?"

"You know what I was," Dean said.

"He's good kisser," Finn smiled.

"You weren't bad," Dean replied.

"Later! We don't want to know!" Cody said.

"Colby knows," Dean said, "When we first found out Devitt was hired. It wasn't all the way. Chill out guys."

"You two both screwed Ziggler!" Finn said, "And I'm getting some vibes from you Axel..."

Curtis went bright red.

"Not Ziggler," he mumbled, "But I've also been with one of the guys in this group."

"I'm surprised at you Rhodes," FInn smirked, "Didn't think that big cock of yours has ever been inside someone?"

"You are a cheeky little blighter," Cody scowled, glasses on the end of his nose, "I hope whomever blasts you open fucks some of that lip away."

Sami was smirking. Finn was getting comfortable. And it was cute. His cheeky side was coming out.

"It was a one off," Curtis said, "Two friends, frustrated, helping each other get off. It was a mistake and almost killed our friendship."

"And it will never be spoken off again. Next person to mention it will get a bitch slap," finished Cody.

"And his bitch slaps hurt," Dean said.

"It's a legit threat, Fergal, so less of the cheek," Sami said.

"Yes mother," smirked Finn, "Just gonna go for a wee."

"Thanks for sharing," scoffed Dean.

"Sharing is caring," Finn chuckled, climbing out of his chair and walking out of Catering. Sami didn't need to follow him. No Corey around. And it was nice to have a break. He scanned the corridors, thankfully not spotting Wade, and tripped clumsily over some wires as he spotted John Cena and Dolph Ziggler, who had a simpering Miz clinging to his arm.

"Anyway I better call the girlfriend," John was saying, "You really did steal the show tonight man."

"And my heart," Mike grinned, rubbing his Tag title.

"Lovebirds," smirked John, "Laters."

He touched his cap and left.

Finn made his move and casually walked over to them, lifting his shirt a little to flash his waistband.

"Hey man, awesome match," he said, extending his hand.

"Sup Devitt my man, thanks," Dolph said, shaking it before glugging heavily from his water bottle, "Aw man, it's taken it out of me tonight."

"I'll keep you rested Nicky," Mike said.

"Thanks bro," Dolph pecked him.

"You gonna be watching Takeover in a couple of weeks?" Finn asked.

"I'll be there, you and Hideo are some hot shit," Dolph said, "You will steal the God damn show."

"Thanks," Finn flashed his killer smile, "Means a lot coming from you."

"You're New Japan Pro Wrestling's biggest foreign star, this means a lot bro," Dolph said.

Mike's eyes flashed. He knew what Finn was up to. He spotted a temptress when he saw one.

He possessively gripped the blonde's arm.

"Love to chat another time broski," Dolph said, "I need to hit the showers."

"Yeah," piped up Mike, "Nicky, I'll catch you up."

"Sure bro," Dolph said, rubbing his frizzed up hair with the towel around his neck and wandering away towards the locker rooms.

Mike got into Finn's space. He wasn't afraid of this bitch. He didn't give a DAMN who he was. NOBODY flirted with his man on HIS watch DAMNIT.

"Take your desperate ass elsewhere Devitt," he snarled, "Nicky is not interested in you."

Finn scoffed.

"He must be suffocated by your flabby arse," he hissed, cracking his knuckles, "Are you seriously threatening me? You can't wrestle a lick mate."

"You flirt with my boyfriend again and I will rip your balls off and feed them you." Mike was nose to nose with Finn now. The Irishman was not intimated in the slightest; "Fuck off back to Japan."

"Like to see you try," he scoffed, "You wouldn't last five seconds over there. They want real fighters and athletes, not primped and preened poofters who are only in it for the fame. You're so fake it's ridiculous. Fake teeth, fake tan, probably fake it in bed and all. Ziggler probably wants a real bloke."

"Nobody cares, I worked my ass off to get here, you just got a few fangirls' panties wagging," spat Mike, "Run along back to NXT. This is my house."

Finn just smiled sweetly at him.

Before pouncing. He grabbed Mike's arm in a vicious lock, almsot like a prison officer restraining an unruly inmate and threw him against the wall.

"I could beat you black and blue and not break so much as a drop of sweat Mizanin," he snarled menacingly, "Gob off again and I'll punch those veneers down your cummy throat. I know exactly what you are."

"Get off me!" cried Mike. Ow. OK this bitch was strong. Oww. Owww.

"Aww does it hurt?" mocked Finn, "Time someone showed you what real wrestling is. You're an ascended fanboy. You can't work a decent match. Maybe you should go into gay porn instead. All you're good for. You're just an arse for him to fuck. You're just easy."

"I'm a multi time Intercontinental, United States and I main evented Wrestlemania as WWE Champion!" spluttered Mike.

"I could tell you all my titles but you wouldn't know half of them. Name two NJPW wrestlers. Apart from Hideo. Oh. Thought not. THick as well as a bimbo. Awww."

He released Mike.

Mike was holding his throbbing arm, gasping and glaring at him. This. Was. WAR.

Finn picked up Mike's fallen Tag Title.

"You forgot this," he smirked, "Try not to drop it. Sandow is ten times the worker you are. Only reason you're with him because they hope his popularity rubs off on you. Now toddle off to the Divas locker room where you belong."

He tossed the belt to Mike before walking away.

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Oooh. Interesting. So what is his game? Was his clumsy act just that?

Sorry this has taken SO long, writer's block hit me hard. Plenty of stuff to work with and I thought it was time to move the Shade story along in a different route now Sheamus is out. I couldn't leave Wade just hanging. Sheamus moved on. He should too. And Finn and Wade? Yum. I think so anyway. But we'll see just what Finn is up to.

Coddles wuvvles his Joshy...awwww. And Sami loves his screen rival lots and lots. I bet the sex between those two now must be volcanic! I have lost touch with NXT but I know enough to know that I have missed a lot of good stuff :( Still their title match should be epic (don't make one of my babies leave WWE!)

Ambrollins are strong still despite Dean being a touch attracted to Cody. But don't worry, that won't happen. But his character is a lot more chill now. And Dean in glasses is actually kinda cute (that's the whole reason I made the Off Duty Glasses thing - I think Coddles and Dean would look simply precious in specs! Sorry!)