WRW Xmas Special: Children Of The Revolution, part one.
Firstly you'll see I've changed my pen name. Didn't want True Ring Rat Dirt to start digging my Twitter up and slapping it on there. Hahaha. I can't believe they found this story! Fame at last. Well I don't know why they were so affronted LOL - the stuff posted there is such blatant fanfiction and well, this is fanfiction. Same thing really.
This is the Christmas Special, part one! This almost became a separate fic because of it's high NXT content. I officially have for now (not forever!) run out of ideas for the main roster couples but we shall meet them again in part two. Still connected to the Shade storyline - after all, Wade hasn't moved on...yet ;) Or has he? We shall see.
And I've just watched Takeover REvolution and at the time of writing hadn't seen TLC. But YAAASSS SAMI SLAYED BITCHES. Finn and Hideo rocked. Ms Charlotte is just awesome. And I really like Steen/Owens a lot. This first part is mostly Samdrian as obviously they were THE stars of Takeover Revolution. Working on Part 2 and expect to see it here within a few days.
11 December 2014, Orlando, FL
Adrian Neville parked his car outside Full Sail that afternoon, ready for the big night tonight. And it was a big one. For months he and his other half had been involved in an intense feud for the title (on screen).
And the decision had been made that Sami Zayn would win.
And Sami had used that against Adrian in every petty coupley squabble the past fortnight. Or when he was taking the piss out of Paige over Skype, Snapchat or Twitter.
Adrian looked over at his title, sat on the passenger seat. He had driven here alone. Sami and he had had a nasty row last night and hadn't spoken since. The next time Adrian and his other half would meet, will be in the ring. Adrian felt pretty crap about it. It had been such a good idea at the time. All week, he had decided that he needed to get Sami extremely fired up about their match. So he'd taken the oppertunity to do as much as he could to really piss the cute redhead off. He went out drinking every evening after training and shows with the lads; he didn't do the washing up; he refused to show Sami any affection at work which he knew would really get the Montreal native's blood boiling white hot.
Which had worked to perfection.
Until last night, Adrian had stuck Sky Sports on and left the British football news on all night, hiding the remote. And then burned dinner. Sami had flipped his shit, smashing plates and yelling blue murder at the short Geordie. Adrian had just taken everything with a po face. Until Sami threatened to throw him out. Which was then that Adrian was hit with a brave and yet very stupid idea. He'd made a snarky comment about Sami cheating on him with Cesaro. Which was untrue but was enough to hit a raw nerve in the redhead.
One epic bitch slap later and Adrian had found himself on Tye Dillinger's couch last night. Sami had been in tears. The Brit realised he'd gone too far. Tough love wasn't the way to go. Usually Sami wore the pants in this relationship. Despite being the bottom boy. But this time Adrian had taken control. He'd done it because he wanted Sami to have THE match of his career. Doing Jericho's podcast had been AWKWARD. Keeping up appearances big style.
Anyway.
Adrian made his way into the university, swiping his ID card and signing in as per normal.
He had to get to the locker room. His heart was in his mouth. Sami had a lot of friends here.
What an idiot he'd been.
Someone as experienced and as truly talented as Sami didn't need any extra firing up. But this was a big step in their respective careers. It sounded so much better in Adrian's head.
Fuck it, Adrian fancied a coffee. He couldn't face the lads yet.
He made his way to the cafeteria.
"Alright mate," he grunted to Wade Barrett who was browsing his iPad.
"Wotcha," Wade growled gruffly, "What you been doing now? Upsetting the wife before a big match?"
"Know I've been a twat, no need to rub me snout in it," spat Adrian, heading to the coffee machine.
"A prize twat, what the bloody hell did you think it would acheive?" Wade said, "Even I'm not as thick as you."
"So letting my fella's ex shag your fella and then splitting up over it was what ya hand in mind was it?" snarked Adrian.
"Shut the fuck up," snarled Wade, insulted.
"Well it's true innit?"
"You're getting a real gob on you these days," snapped Wade, "If you weren't the bloody champ I'd break your legs."
"With Rami's approval I'm sure," spat Adrian.
"You know your problem Pac?"
"Surprise me."
Adrian was fuming so much he didn't even register the Irish accent as opposed to the gruff Lancashire.
"You take Generico for granted and ...fuck...those BLOODY CHAIRS (the man had tripped over the legs of a badly-placed chair)!"
Finn Balor was scarlet-faced as he spotted Wade Barrett...the guy whom he was itching to get into bed with (and more) and had been for about six weeks. Every time he saw Wade something embarrassing always happened, be it spilling food or drink, tripping over, walking into walls...you name it. His hormones had gotten the better of him at Survivor Series when he'd gone as Sami Zayn's guest and he'd lusted after Dolph Ziggler...only to wind up in a bitch fight with Miz. Finn had asserted his mettle to the preening fat git but even so his dry spell hadn't been broken.
He was pissed off on his friend's behalf with Adrian. He always assumed Adrian was a sound bloke. Now he just thought the Geordie was a cocky shit who needed it smacked out of him. Finn was as Irish as become depsite his adorable clumsiness around men he fancied.
He growled and kicked the table with the offending chair hard. Only to cry out in pain as he stubbed his toe.
Wade snorted.
Even Adrian raised a smile.
"NOT FUNNY!" roared Finn before stomping right into Adrian's space, "You are a DICK."
"Stop it," Adrian deadpanned.
"Do you really not give a fucking shit about Rami's feelings?!" snapped Finn.
"Well he's obviously not got the bollocks to confront me himself so he sends his minion along," snarked Adrian.
Wade facepalmed. What a plank. DId he want trouble or was he just phenomenally stupid?
"How dare you..." snarled FInn, cracking his knuckles. He was partly legit pissed off and partly trying to act the big I Am to impress his crush as nothing else had worked!
And by the look on Wade's face, it looked like he was doing well.
Wade was taken aback. He thought Devitt was a nice bloke, if a little gawky and clumsy. Now he had real balls. A newbie (albeit a very experienced and at 33 one of the older ones here) and standing up to the current champ.
"Sexual frustration gettin' to ya?" Adrian smirked, turning up his cocky arsehole act just one more notch.
"THat's NONE of your business you jug eared PRICK..." Finn was right in his face.
"Here's a tip...Fergal," Adrian went on, "Go and have a wank mate. Get rid of that testosterone. And then TELL Sami Zayn if he has a problem with me he can come and speak to me himself. Not send his bitch after me."
"YOU..." Finn was apoplectic. Not to mention humiliated as Adrian has just made an arse of him in front of Wade. And anyway. He had come here for a reason.
"You're a dickhead," Wade sighed, side-eyeing Adrian.
Adrian's response? A V-sign practically up his nostrils. After all, all present were British or in Finn's case, not technically but knew enough Brit culture.
Wade just huffed and strode out of the cafeteria.
"Actually," snarled the fuming Finn, "Generico wants to see your sorry arse anyway. Sent me to come get you. Move your fat arse."
"Sooner you get cock up yer arse the better," sighed Adrian with a significant look at Wade who totally missed it.
SLAP.
Finn had bitch-slapped Adrian around the face with enough force and diva-ish pouting that would have Cody RHodes...no screw that, have Stephanie McMahon holding up a card with a perfect 10 on it.
Adrian stumbled, holding his stinging cheek.
Finn yanked him by the collar of his maroon Fred Perry polo shirt and pulled him out the cafeteria, all the way down the stairs.
"Alright alright, calm down.." gasped Adrian.
"Move it."
"Yes boss," snarked the hapless Geordie.
Adrian found himself dragged into the men's locker room and thrown roughly down on a wooden bench.
"Tosser.." he hissed at Finn, holding his neck.
Finn just folded his arms in an alarmingly sassy manner that just reminded Adrian of Sami even more.
And there Sami was. Stood defiantly. Mirroring Finn scarily so.
"Well?" spat Adrian.
"Is that an interjection Satterly?!" spat Sami, "Or an enquiry after my health?"
"Don't get smart with me," Adrian snapped, turning his douche act back up.
Thud.
FInn lobbed someone's sports bag to the door, ramming it shut. Adrian realised it was just the three of them in here.
He was bloody trapped. Damnit.
"What are you doing to me?" he cried. His cheek was stinging. His neck was also raw after the way FInn almost strangled him bringing him here. He just wanted tyo get tonight over with.
"Pfft. That's rich. What about what YOU'RE doing to ME?" snarled Sami.
"Oh grow a set," Adrian huffed.
"Me? I'm not the one acting like some spoiled teenage brat," Sami went on, the InZayn slogan on his tight black tee (very tight...showing a hint of that ivory midriff and brief waistband. Always the minx. Even when completely pissed the fuck off with the Geordie he adored) practically glowing in the soft light of the locker room, "What have I done that's SO bad Ben huh? Any other REAL MAN would be happy for me? Boo hoo. Wah wah. Your reign had to end sooner? Would you rather it was me or Rat Skank?"
FInn made a retching noise. Corey Graves was STILL trying to sleep with him and he was getting more than tired of it. Sad thing is he was almost considering it just to end this bleedin' dry spell.
"Corey can't wrestle as you well know," Adrian spat, "And I was happy for you."
"So why were you being a total bastard? You're blatantly only behaving this way because you can't handle it. So why don't you give in Champ and just stick your tongue down my throat?!"
"Go for it girl," Finn murmured.
Adrian scoffed. Oh please. These two really needed to be banned from watching old British girly dramas on Netflix. Damn that Becky Lynch.
"Sorry if I'm being a bit thick here Sami but I thought you said last night you wanted nothing more to do with us?" Adrian snarked, raising an eyebrow.
"I was mad and didn't sleep, plus what you said was very hurtful," Sami said, "You know I'm sensitive about my past with...HIM..."
"Well you so obviously want that Swiss streak of piss," Adrian scoffed, "He's just..."
"Everything you're not?" snapped Sami, getting a sassy pout on his pretty bearded face that was so Cody it was terrifying, "He's tall...strong...handsome...charismatic...over...well endowed...a gentleman."
Adrian exhaled. Wow. That was a bitch move on Sami's part. He knew he'd played with fire. And now it had just well and truly burned him.
"I agree," Finn chimed in.
"Keep your fucking nose out Devitt," growled Adrian, "Or I'll break it."
"Don't you dare speak to Fergal like that," Sami went on, "You have no right to do ANYTHING right now. People don';t like you Ben. They only tolerate you because of me."
"Oh get over yourself," Adrian scoffed.
"Well if you want a cheap fuck and don't want to work for it, try Rat Skank, I'm sure he'll bounce on your dick a few times to scratch the itch," Sami sneered, eyes flashing, "Might give Fergal some peace anyway."
Adrian was just wanting the ground to open up and swallow him. Why had he thought this was EVER a good idea. He knew Sami was a drama queen, that's just who he was. He was SO thankfull Paige wasn't here. But Finn wasn't much better.
Sami sucked his teeth.
Wait.
He WHAT?!
Adrian howled with laughter in spite of himself.
"What's so fucking funny?!" roared Sami, "You really don't care that the man you were gonna fucking MARRY is so mad at you right now he doesn't even want to LOOK at you? Nice. Real nice Ben. You really are a fucking dick aren't you?!"
"Yep," Adrian deadpanned. "Now I've got a big match to prep for. Maybe you should think about doing the same."
Adrian hated himself.
Especially when the kicked puppy look that fell upon Sami's adorable face was heartbreaking. He wanted to hug the redhead, break the charade, tell him it was all a mind game to bring out an extra 110% in him for later.
"Get out," sniffed Sami quietly.
Adrian shrugged and didn't budge.
"I FUCKING SAID GET OUT YOU ENGLISH CUNT!" roared Sami, making Finn jump out of his skin. His face was scarlet and his eyes were crinkled with sadness.
Adrian wordless walked out of the locker room.
Paige, Summer and Cody sat in their seats in the audience, clutching backstage passes.
"Can't believe you paid for us to get passes just to make fun of Sami," Cody remarked.
"Well he did the same for me at Survivor Series," Paige retorted.
"But he and Adrian sound like theyre having trouble big time," Cody said, "Last night his tweets were really shady...sounds like they're hanging by barely a thread."
"Sami's a little drama queen, I'm sure Adrian just forgot to do the dishes or hold his hand in training," Paige assured him.
"What makes you so sure?" put in Summer.
"Call it women's intuition," Paige said.
"Sami's not a woman," Cody said, "Despite the way he acts. I'm worried."
"Don't be," Paige said, though she didn';t look as sure as she sounded, "Enjoy the show."
"I miss it here, times like this I wish I hadn't been called up," Summer said, "Even if my last championship match got buried."
"I thought you did amazing," Paige said, shooting a lustful look at the tall blonde.
"Thanks," giggled Summer, "Glad somebody does."
"Ignore what Dave Meltzer says," Cody said, "Anyone got any bottles of piss to throw at Graves during the preshow?"
"Sadly no, it's not the Reading festival," Paige snarked, "Much as I'd like to."
"Not ladylike!" Cody pouted.
"There's nothing ladylike about the beating I'd like to give him," Paige growled.
Buzz.
WWEGraves I see RealSummerWWE, RealPaigeWWE and StardustWWE have come to take notes on how to put on a real show.
All three of them checked their phones.
Three collective eye rolls.
Cody was about to write back a furious diatribe but then remembered STardust wouldn't do that.
Paige was tapping feverishly.
RealPaigeWWE WWEGraves you're just a sad bitter old bitch who's only here because he sucks off the booking staff
"Girl, don't," Summer said, "You react like that...it's what he wants. And then he'll go and snitch on you."
"I don't give a shit," spat Paige, "I am beyond sick of his saggy arse."
"I'm his favourite target," Summer said, "And I let it go over my head."
"We're not all icicles like you," Paige hissed, "I've a good mind to stomp backstage right now and kick him so hard in the bollocks he won;t be able to have kids."
"Ugh can you imagine any kid of his?" Cody grimaced.
"If he could get pregnant the baby would just slide right out," Paige hissed.
"Ew," Summer sighed, "Ladies, please..."
Paige's phone started to ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey," came a tearful voice, "You here?"
"Oh hi Sami...what's the matter love?"
"Want to see you...come backstage?"
"SHow's due to kick off soon."
"Don't care, I asked Triple H...he says its cool. Natalya's here with Renee."
"Oh OK love...give me a minute. Where do you want to meet me?"
"Gorilla."
"Be there. Laters."
She hung up.
"What's up?" asked Summer.
"Sami...he sounds really upset," Paige said, "Maybe you're right Coddles."
"Want me to come?" Cody said.
"Doesn';t need 3 of us," Summer said.
Paige got to her feet, picking up her handbag before walking through the crowd with a series of 'excuse me's. A few fans did a double take when they realised who it was but she bypassed most of them before deftly vaulting the security barrier and making her way across the stage.
"LEt's go PAIGE! Let's go Paige!" came a few chants.
Paige sprinted through the curtain. Now wasn't the time.
She scanned the dark corridor before spotting the forlorn redhead, still in sports shorts and an NXT coat.
"Hiya...what's happened?" she asked.
SNiffle.
"Oh bless ya...come here.." she pulled the cute Montreal native into her arms as he sniffled into her shoulder, "C'mon...get a grip...need to be on form today.."
"I don't care about the show.."
"Don't say that, let's get you a brew."
"You're so English Saraya..."
"Come on you."
She led him backstage and into the small Catering area. The Cafeteria was now closed to non-students of the Uni. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a rumpled box of Yorkshire tea (well a Brit abroad had to have tea on them!) and picked up two china mugs from the pile. After boiling the kettle set up on the end of the food table, she set to work. Once the tea was made, she sat Sami down and handed one to him.
"Three sugars," she said, "Come on, what's up?"
"Ben and I have split up," Sami sniffed.
"I thought so," she said, "What for this time?"
"He's been sucha dick, I don't know what I'm supposed to have done...it's like...since we found out the outcome of tonight...which I'm still not telling you...he changed. He's been going out with the boys most nights, leaves the place in a mess...refuses to touch me at the PC...or at shows...last night we had a huge bust up and I threw him out."
"Oh Sami.." she rubbed his arm.
"I've got to wrestle him in a huge match tonight...but I can't stand to look at him...that bitch Rat Skank Graves queening it about like he owns the place...ugh I fucking hate it!"
"Who gives a toss about Corey? He's irrelevant," Paige said.
"Now he knows I'm single he'll make a move on Ben.." sniffed Sami, "When he's not trying to get into Fergal's pants...and earlier today, I tried to have it out with Ben...he once again brought up Claudio. He thinks I'm having an affair because I unblocked him on Skype and Twitter."
"Maybe he's jealous," Paige said, "Some people are..."
"But I hang out with Kevin a lot and Ben's not jealous of HIM!" Sami cried.
"Kevin's well...he's a big bloke with a beard...Cesaro's all sculpted, pecs for days...ridiculously hot..."
"And dating SHEAMUS!" interjected Sami angrily, "You're not helping Saraya! Anyone would think you wanted him yourself!"
"No, I'm just trying to see it from Adrian's point of view...Cesaro's the exact opposite."
"Ben is one of the best performers in that damn locker room," Sami said fiercely, "He's been such a cunt to me and yet I still love him! So kindly don't start slagging him off!"
"But if he's treating you like shit because he can't handle something that happened ages ago...maybe he's not the man you thought.."
"Ben and I go back way longer than just here! We wrestled in the indies together...we wrestled in ENGLAND God Damn it!" Sami cried, "It was only when he signed here that I realised how amazing he is and that I wanted him. I know him far better than you think!"
"You've worked in Japan, as have I," PAige said, "Have you not stopped to think about something?"
"Surprise me," snarked Sami, folding his arms.
"Japanese custom. Slap your opponent to fire them up. Have you not thought that's what Adrian was doing?"
"Whatever, as usual, you're useless and haven't helped one iota because you always have to be right," snarled Sami, "Go back to your girlfriend. I'm done with you."
"You wanted my help!" snapped Paige.
"Yes well I changed my mind. Maybe I should have asked Kevin. Take your disgusting tea."
He shot to his feet and stormed away.
Paige shook her head.
"Bloody Kevin the Teenager," she sighed, draining her cup before stomping back out towards the arena.
Sami was in a worse mood than ever. Of course he wasn't aware but Paige was dead on about Adrian. He was convinced Adrian was jealous of his past fling with Cesaro more than anything plus butthurt about having to drop his title to him. Well TWO could play at that game!
He spotted Kevin Owens in the locker room.
"Hey man," his longtime friend off the indies greeted him, "What's eaten you. Is Pac still giving you a hard time?"
"Bingo," snarled Sami, "I hate him Kevin. Really hate him. I'm so done with him. I'm gonna kick him from one end of the mat to the other tonight. Work stiff on his ass. I'll show him."
"That's the spirit," Kevin smiled, "I told you Generico, sometimes you are too much of a good guy, just like your gimmick. You're one of the best workers in the world. You let people take advantage of you."
They'd fallen out briefly when Sami had got with Cesaro before he'd started dating Adrian, Kevin telling Sami that fooling around with a player like the Swiss was not the answer.
"You doing anything after the show?" Sami asked, shooting that adorable smile at him.
"Feet up, calling the wife," Kevin said.
"Aww man, you've gone soft," Sami purred, "I know you always wanted me...why did you have to get married and have kids?"
He stroked the shorter but stockier man's shoulder.
"Quit that man," Kevin said, knowing exactly why Sami had suddenly begun flirting, "One, I'm not into dudes. You know that very well. And two, I'm not being a pawn to make Pac jealous."
"Spoilsport," Sami sighed.
"Besides do you want to be like Stirling Keenan in anyway?" Kevin said.
"Yuck. Wonder how many times he spread his legs along with his diseases today?" snarled Sami.
"I did see him chatting up Rik Viktor," Kevin said, "But that's not the point man. We've worked Japan...sure Pac's not just psyching you up..."
"Saraya said that!" erupted Sami, "But we're not working at home! He's being a dick at home too!"
"Getting under your skin," Kevin said, "Best thing to do man. Avoid him until you're facing him in the ring. Take it all out on his ass. Work your ass off."
"I fucking WILL!" growled Sami, "That arrogant shrimpy British motherfucker won't know what's fucking hit him! I'll fucking KILL HIM!"
"That's it man, get yourself fired up," Kevin said, "I gotta go now. See ya later. Listen. Good luck. And you know whatever happens, I'm here for ya, right?"
"Right," hissed Sami, pacing the room in a rage.
Kevin left the room. He wasn't going to pretend he understood homo relationships but Sami was an old friend and they'd been there for each other for years. He looked back at the fuming redhead and shook his head. He was legit rooting for him tonight. Especially after the little extra chestnut Hunter had given him.
"Whoa...sorry bro," he grunted, colliding with someone on his way out.
"THat's perfectly alright," came a raspy voice.
Corey Graves had been toddling along to go stick the boot in to Sami but hey, the latest signing was hot in his own way. Plus he was forbidden fruit...married dad. And plus he was a good friend of Sami's. What better way to really piss Sami off?
"Oh...wotcha Keenan," grunted Kevin.
"Call me Corey, not the indies now, sweets," Corey smirked, "Looking fine big guy."
"Thanks," Kevin painted what he hoped was a convincing smile on his face.
"Can't wait to see you debut tonight," Corey said, "I'm so glad they signed you. You, Devitt and Kenta have brought some damn quality to this territory."
"Yeah," grunted Kevin, "Sorry man I really gotta..."
"You know," Corey got right in his space, "I'm free after the show. If you want to catch up...talk wrestling...the old times...let off some steam.."
"I've got plans," Kevin cut him off.
"You're underrated," purred Corey, now really in the other man's personal space, pinning him to the wall, "In looks and talent...along with your other.,..assets."
He was mere millimeters away from giving Kevin's lips a good kissing. He groped between the stockier man's legs.
"What the HELL do you think you're doing?!" snarled Kevin, shoving Corey hard and wriggling free.
"Oh come on sexy don't be shy, we haven't got long," Corey said, unbuttoning his shirt a few buttons, "I'm very good in bed. You can even imagine I'm a hot chick. I've got the tightest ass pussy in the business."
Kevin felt a touch nauseous. Yuck. He supposed it was only a matter of time before Corey started chasing after him. Had he finally got nailed by Devitt then? And now he was debuting and getting glory...naturally Corey's laser-focused beam would lock onto him next. Much as he'd like to, he couldn't punch Corey in the face.
"I'm not interested. Not now. Not ever. Anyway," he flashed his wedding ring, "I'm married. I don't have the morals of an alleycat."
"Your loss!" spat Corey, giving Kevin's retreating back the finger. He was pissed off. Nobody resisted his charms! Apart from fucking Devitt...Neville...and Steen to boot. All people poisioned against him by his sworn enemy Sami fucking Zayn. Where was Zayn?! Corey was gonna teach that smug bitch a lesson. Nobody messed with him. He was a friend of Punk damnit.
He kicked open the door to the locker room. Sami was in there, huddled in the corner. Alone.
A malicious sneer crept across Corey's face.
Perfect.
He stomped cockily over.
"Awww diddums, has Neville finally tired of your overdemanding diva ass?" he crowed, "Took him long enough."
Sami was incandescent.
He shot to his feet.
"Get the fuck out of here or I swear they will not find all the parts to your disgusting syphilitic body!" he screamed.
"How rude," Corey sneered, "I deserve respect, Zayn."
"You aren't worth the shit on my boots," Sami snapped, "Why don';t you fuck off to Titan Towers to go suck off some more members of the board of directors."
"Sorry bitch, I'm here to stay whether you like it or not," sneered Corey, "Say hello to the latest member of the announce team."
"No..." Sami's heart sank and his stomach contracted. He was like a sodding boomerang! Just kept coming back.
"Oh yes bitch," Corey went on, enjoying the colour draining from his enemy's face, "So you better get used to me. And you lay a finger on me and you're answering to Hunter. This is my house just as much as yours. And I was here before you."
"Whatever," Sami spat, "I really don't care."
"Oh but you do...you can try all you like but Devitt wants me. As does your man. I mean, there's just no contest between your disgusting pasty hairy ass and my lean, toned body is there? Why would anyone want to fuck you when they've got perfection right here?"
"You?! Perfection? You're a common, dirty, low rent whore who's only still got a job here because he opens his legs to a million guys on a daily basis! You're a walking fleshlight! Nothing more!"
"Your good friend Steen seemed into me just now," smirked Corey, relishing the shade of green Sami went, "Oh dear Zayn. All your friends want me. Nothing you can do."
"Please. Kevin wouldn't touch you with a bargepole. Neither would Fergal."
"Bitch you can like it or lump it but Devitt wants me. The DMs and dick pics he sends daily are enough. You can't bug his phone can you?"
"Oh please..."
"You've messed with him...dunno what possessed him but guess he was horny so you try telling me this isn't his cock?"
He browsed his phone and found a photo. He had good contacts on the indie scene. Plus Robbie E had been a good help. Didn';t take a genius to hack Devitt's iCloud. Perfect blackmail material.
Worth it just to get one over on his enemy. And seeing as Owens had just rebuffed him...he needed some fun today.
Sami paled. From the time he and Finn had messed about...and plus the mirror selfie...
"No...no..."
Corey laughed nastily.
"And he's seeing me after the show...sorry Generico but your buddy wants me after all. And awww you got dumped just before your big night too? I am gonna have so much fun bouncing on that Irish meat. I'll be the best he's ever had. He might even date me. And then throw you under a bus like you so deserve."
Sami just roughly pushed Corey as hard as he could towards the lockers.
Corey stumbled into them with a loud crash.
And then Sami struck.
He punched Corey HARD in the face, much like Josh Mathews had done on his final day here.
Corey fell completely to the lino floor, holding his bust lip.
But, defiant as ever, he still shot that nasty, malicious smirk back up at his nemesis.
"Touch a nerve did I?" he hissed.
Sami was shaking with fury. How much more shit could tonight get? Adrian had all but dumped him! And now Finn had just backstabbed him in the worst possible way. Where was the stupid Irish prick?! Sami wasn't going to be walked over anymore. He furiously ran the corridors of Full Sail.
Where was fucking Balor?
Where was he?
"BALOR!" he roared.
He stormed into the makeup area and saw Finn being painted up. Well, painting himself up with the assistance of Becky Lynch and Sasha Banks.
"YOU!" snarled Sami, "A word."
"I'm busy!" Finn protested, "Can't it wait?"
"Now!"
"Sorry.." mumbled Finn to both divas. He followed the scarlet and panting Sami out of the room.
SMACK.
Sami had given Finn the world's biggest bitch slap.
His hand was black from the paint on the Irishman's face.
"OW! What the bleeding hell was that for?!" gasped Finn, "And you just smudged my paint! Cheers MATE. Nice going! Now I'm gonna have to retouch it!"
"Sure it won't matter once Rat skank sits on your face!" erupted Sami, "So couldn't take the strain any longer huh? Huh?"
"What the hell are you yapping on about now?"
"I KNOW YOU'RE SEEING HIM AFTER THE SHOW!" bellowed Sami, "Thanks. Nice to know emptying your blue balls means more to you than our friendship!"
"What? I seriously have no idea what you're talking about."
"I saw the pictures on his phone..." Sami choked, "How could you Fergal? How could you stab me in the back like that?"
"Pictures? Why does he have photos of me on his phone? They could be any bloody body!"
"Not like I'm unfamiliar with how you look...down there...is it?" spluttered Sami.
"How..." now Finn was paling, "How did he...I swear to God...I didn't send him anything!"
"How else?! How else would he have nudes of YOU on his God Damn phone!"
"I dunno...ohhh fuck...I bet I know what he's done! He's hacked my sodding iCloud! The devious...bastard... I'll fucking kick his face in for that.."
Sami could tell Finn was being serious. Even under the dinosaur mouth design hiding his face.
"I'm so sorry..." he mumbled.
"Hey...you're not yourself..." Finn said, "C'mon...I know I'm not Pac but would this help?"
He went to hug Sami.
"Don't...you're getting black paint on me," Sami murmured.
"Meh, it'll wash," Finn whispered, "I;'m not stupid...I would never go with that slag. I might be itching to get laid but I'm not suicidal."
"He's on the fucking announce team now," Sami hissed, "We'll never be rid of him."
"Really? Oh bloody hell...like fucking herpes. Keeps coming back," FInn said, "Don't let the bastards get you down. Your night tonight."
"And yours," Sami said, "Stop being scared...ask out Wade."
"Nice idea but looks like I'm condemned to using Grindr," Finn sighed.
"You're asking him out if it's the last thing you do. Come on. I think he';s in Catering."
"But...my face paint.."
"Later."
"Becky and Sasha are waiting..."
"They can wait longer."
"But.."
"No buts Fergal Devitt. You are asking out that hot Brit and there's nothing you can do about it."
Finn could only splutter as he was steered ninety degrees west and driven towards the Catering area. Bloody hell. He felt such a prat. And all the smudged paint made him look like he'd been shoved up a coal mining shaft.
He'd been willing to help Sami and Adrian sort their shit out earlier even if it blew up in their faces. But why was Sami STILL playing cupid? Wade wasn;t into him. The Brit had ignored all the signs FInn had shown thus far.
"Not gonna work," he said.
"Just be yourself," Sami assured him.
"You're not gonna let it drop are you."
"Only thing dropping tonight is your jockstrap," smirked Sami.
"Please..." Finn blushed.
"I know you're wearing one," Sami went on.
"Yes...but..."
"Oh hi Wade," Sami said.
"Alright mate," the big Brit said, looking up from his iPad.
"Looking forward to the show?" Sami went on.
"You've changed your tune," Wade remarked, "Take it Adrian's grown a set has he?"
Sami almost faltered but regained his composure fast.
"No...er was just wondering what you were doing after the show?" asked Sami.
"HEading home," Wade said.
"You must be healed up now," Sami went on, "Surely you don't need to keep rehabbing still? You must be good to go back to the main roster now?"
"Gotta make sure it's mended...Hunter called me injury prone, don't want to bollocks up my career again," Wade said, "And I don't fancy looking at the bloke who stole my fella."
"Ignore Claudio, focus on the career," Sami said, "Or, you could move on? Maybe you've seen someone you like? That why you keep 'rehabbing'?" He did air quotes with a cute smile.
"No!" Wade hissed.
"You do like Irishmen, that why you took the split from Sheamus badly?" Sami went on.
Poor Finn was wishing someone would just kill him right now. This was too much. Sami really had no idea about being subtle.
"Well I wouldn't say I had a type mate but yeah, I do like proper men," Wade said, "Not prissy queens. I thought being gay meant liking men not wannabe lasses."
"If I told you someone I know liked you.." Sami smirked.
"It depends," Wade said, "I don't do blind dates."
Now Finn wanted to leave and hide away.
"Not a blind date if you work with them," Sami said.
That did it.
Finn sprinted for the door...only to trip over another badly placed chair and fell inelegantly flat on his face.
"Ow...fucks sake..."
He picked himself up. A black mark from his paint on the floor. How embarrassing. No. Mortifying.
Wade was chuckling.
"Does he always fall over everything?" he remarked.
"Oh Fergal's just a little clumsy," giggled Sami, "Whatcha doing Fergal?"
"Nothing..." mumbled Finn.
"I was just asking Wade what his type is," Sami said.
Wade smirked.
That man was as subtle as a brick. Why didn't he see it before? All the times Zayn had talked to him (more so than usual recently) and he always had Finn with him. Plus the Brit was sure Finn had tried flirting with him a few weeks ago...in the locker room that time. Wade had been so preoccupied wondering what life on the main roster would be like once Sheamus was back that he hadn;t even noticed he had an admirer under his nose. It'd be good to move on. He bet Sheamus just assumed that he, Wade, would just want to beg the redhaired Irishman and Cesaro for a three way, and while Wade wasn't opposed to that idea, the Brit thought that to be honest, he should get over Sheamus. It was fun while it lasted. And at the moment they could still stay mates. Yeah it was bloody good sex. And Wade needed to obliterate Corey from his memories for good. And Justin Gabriel was still pestering him via text.
Finn was closer to Wade's own age. A year younger. And he was classically pretty. Wade just assumed he was a womaniser. But did he like the younger Irishman? All very well Sami setting them up. But hey. You never knew until you tried.
Sami was enjoying this namely to keep his mind off Adrian.
"Paint's a mess..." mumbled Finn, "Gotta go...redo it..."
Wade smirked at him.
Finn stumbled once more. DAMN IT.
"Careful Fergal," giggled Sami, "We are clumsy today.."
"Shut...up..." hissed Finn, "I need to redo my paint...bloody hell..."
He stumbled again as he made the fastest exit from Catering.
"I am free tonight if you wanted to hit the pub?" Wade called after him.
Finn froze in his tracks.
Please don't trip...please don't trip...just this once...
He didn';t know what to say.
Was Wade serious or just wanting to shut Sami up?
"Well...um...well..."
"Well um...yes!" Sami cut in...in the most atrocious put-on Oirish accent in the world.
"Wicked...meet me in here afterwards," Wade smirked.
Finn could only gibber stupidly, mouthing as though someone had switched off his voice as Wade sauntered out to the arena to take a seat comfortably away from the cameras.
"Whatcha doin now?" Sami teased to his friend.
"What the HELL was that?" spluttered the Irishman, finding his voice at last.
"Well you were dragging your feet so much that I thought I'd give you a royal kick up the ass," Sami declared.
"What if I had plans?" pouted Finn.
"Even if you did, don't forget it's the annual NXT Christmas Party tomorrow, so you have no excuses," Sami said, putting an arm around the black painted shoulders, "C'mon, we better get you looking beautiful."
"What's wrong with me?!" Finn protested.
"Well have you waxed? Douched? Worked on your chat up lines? After all it's been a while."
"I'm not THAT out of practice," muttered Finn.
"Oh I see, been giving those two fingers a workout?"
Finn went scarlet under all his paint.
"Shut up."
"Well what was it you said at Survivor Series? 'Next bloke I meet's gonna need a pickaxe and Davy lamp to break his way in'? Gross. Don't play the ingenue with me Fergal. And I'm proud of you for not bouncing on Ziggler. I was worried desperation had gotten to you."
"Well I don't fancy anyone who dips it in Miz," snarled Finn.
"Still. You weren't subtle, those 'Team Dolfinn' memes you made," Sami teased.
"Well I thought it might get Wade's attention by making him jealous and piss Miz off," Finn mumbled.
"Well we better sort this paint out."
"Your fault."
Finn could only grizzle and complain pointlessly as he was dragged back to the makeup area. Sasha and Becky had obviously gone to prep for Sasha's match with Charlotte.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to be your lovely assistant. What was it you were having done?" asked Sami, reaching for the box of body paints.
"Dinosaur teeth, to match the design on my trunks," Finn said, standing up straight as Sami began to apply the thick black stuff to his ripped torso.
Sami was in floods of tears as his jolly theme tune continued to blast the arena along with a standing ovation...what a night. What a match. He clutched his newly won NXT title. The entire roster, male and female, were all in the ring. He and Adrian had gone to absolute hell and back tonight. He hurt all over. He'd screamed his frustrations to Adrian all match. He bet he might get a slapped wrist for dropping so many F bombs on live TV. But it was all worth it. He could see Paige, Summer, Cody along with a good few other main roster members in the crowd. He was appealing to Paige the most, to say sorry for being a git to her earlier. She was appluading him wildly along with the rest of the arena.
It was the biggest moment of his long and colourful world-travelled career.
When he and Kevin had embraced.
It really hit him just how big this moment was.
Adrian got to his feet. Chest heaving in and out.
Their eyes blazed as they stared one another down.
Sami was still pissed off with Adrian.
Adrian looked mega pissed off with Sami.
Neither of them refused to budge.
But the entire WWE Universe watching along with all their co workers...
Sami gingerly extended his hand, not sure how to make the first move. The 'sassy independent ginger ninja' seemed to have left the room. He was all bashful and nervous. Like before he asked Adrian out a year ago.
Adrian scowled.
Sami's heart shattered.
Adrian suddenly aimed a kick at his outstretched hand.
Sami hissed in pain, inaudible to the cameras.
And then Adrian furiously pulled him into the tightest, biggest hug, in front of EVERYONE.
It took all Sami had to not break down and cry as he clutched his beloved tight to him. In front of the world. Or to kiss Adrian's face off.
"I love you," whispered Adrian feverishly into his ear, "I'm so sorry...so sorry..."
"Oh Ben...it's OK...I understand..."
"No...I was a total bastard to ya...it was honestly just to get you really fired up for tonight...I wanted to get you to hate me...even if it was just for a few hours."
"I know...I was being stupid...love you so much..." Sami then spilled into sniffled Arabic as his heart burst from his mouth.
He broke the hug, realising that people were looking and raised Adrian;'s arm, intensity etched all over his face. Adrian had just shown him affection not only AT WORK but on TV. That was enough to make him forgive the Geordie of all his misdeeds.
In the stands..
"AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Both Cody and Paige were like high school girls, cooing over the cuteness in the ring.
Summer just shook her head at their sappiness. But they were just such a cute couple.
"Do you think they'll notice if we ran in there?" Paige asked.
"They'll notice me," pouted Cody.
"So Samuel won;t be coming out to celebrate with us?" Paige complained.
"Only one place he's headed," Summer smirked.
"Oh yes," Cody chimed in, "Bouncing on Adrian';s dick whilst wearing his new title...ahh memories..."
"Why am I not surprised?" Paige smirked, "Now I know why you brought back the white Intercontinental title."
"Little me? What do you take me for?" Cody said with the naughtiest cute smile, sucking his thumb.
Summer went pink.
Why did Paige get so dirty around Cody?
"Because you're a shameless slapper and I love ya for it, that's why," Paige giggled, "Awww wook at wickle Sami...isn't he just the cutest little...I just want to smoosh his face right now."
"You said I was the cutest yesterday!" pouted Cody, "You'll be one of those mom's who has a favourite child."
"Depends on the day," smirked Paige.
Back in the ring, Kevin was helping Sami up the ramp.
And then suddenly gasps sounded as the stocky man knocked him down. Kevin began to viciously throw Sami off the apron and barriers several times. This was the chestnut Hunter had told him. Cliffhanger ending.
Sami looked utterly shocked.
"Sorry.." whispered Kevin as he threw Sami hard once more.
He then stormed out to a cacophony of boos.
And the show wrapped.
The crowds began to leave, buzzing. The general words amongst the throng were that the main roster shows will have to be bloody good to top this one. TLC had a lot riding on it.
Paige grabbed Cody...who grabbed Summer, not wanting Paige's girlfriend to feel left out..and the three made their way over to a devastated-looking Sami.
"Hello you.." Paige said, heaving the redhead up.
"Hey..." Sami whispered, "Oh hey Summer..."
He guiltily avoided her eyes, thinking Paige had bitched about him to her.
"Hey you," Summer smiled, "Match of the year..."
"Understatement of the century," Cody said, "Match of the decade."
"Shush," Sami said, "KEvin...what...why...what did he do that for? I bet it was fucking Rat Skank! Fucking poisoned my old friend against me?! I'll FUCKING KILL THE DIRTY FUCK..."
"Calm down...calm down, it';s just a heel turn," Paige said.
"Anyone could see that," COdy said, "It's cos he's got dirty images of Adrian in his head. Am I right?"
"You're the expert on being fucked in a belt," Sami sassed him.
"Damn straight, I invented it," Cody smirked, "You're gonna need to be creative."
"Well Saraya probably made a few new tricks with the Divas and NXT Women's belts," Sami teased.
Both girls went slightly pink.
"Ewww." Cody said.
"So, whose round?" Paige said as they headed up the ramp.
"Sorry girls, I'm engaged tonight," Sami said, now with eyes only for Adrian.
"Too right. I expect friction burns on Adrian';s cock," Cody beamed.
Summer winced.
"You lot had better all be at the Christmas party tomorrow," Sami ordered.
"Why else are we all here?" Paige said, "Duh. Baldy might not be coming..."
Sami rounded on Cody who looked sheepish.
"Why?"
"Cosjoshycantcome"
"Sorry, what was that?"
"Cos Joshy can't come! I'll have nobody to kiss under the mistletoe!"
"Your wife?" Summer said.
"Not the same..." Cody avoided her eyes.
Paige just patted him on the head.
She exchanged a look with Sami and fiddled with her phone.
Cody totally missed that. He'd spent most of this week with Paige and Summer, well he and Dustin had at the recording of Tribute To The Troops yesterday. It had been the first year he'd done that without Josh with him. First of many without Josh this past six months. The time had been tough on their relationship but it wasn't over yet. He still was anti-TNA though. No matter who worked there. Cody might be a since-childhood Sting fan but that's as far as it went.
Adrian was waiting in the foyer for Sami to emerge. Obviously they couldn't be too obvious, after all, you never knew what would get submitted to True Ring Rat Dirt these days. Even if half the posts were Dean Ambrose trolling the ridiculous site. Gossip travelled fast. Especially with Sami being besties with Cody.
At last Sami appeared, signature flat cap on head, new belt over his shoulder, signature Rancid tee on, and naughty smile on his pretty face.
"Hey," he beamed.
"Wotcha," Adrian replied, unsure whether to act affectionate.
Sami continued to look, his smile faltering just slightly.
Adrian took the signs and nervously took the redhead's hand, leading him out to the car. Now Sami was grinning from ear to ear. But Adrian guessed he owed Sami big time. Which made him yet more nervous as he didn't know if Sami had any naughty plans for him. He remembered the make-up sex following their beach bust up. Sami had played the old mind games then too.
"Love you," Sami said.
"Love you too."
"Show me Ben."
"But...people looking..."
"Ben...no more excuses."
"But.."
"No."
Sami stood in front of Adrian and pressed his lips to the Brit's. Adrian was scarlet in the face but began to kiss back right there in the foyer of Full Sail. Actually, he was finding he didn;t give as much of a toss as he thought. That hug they had on TV pretty much told anyone with half a brain all they needed to know.
"What took you so long?" asked the Brit as they headed out into the parking lot.
"Aiden and Baron...massive bust up, had to mop up Artiste's tears," Sami complained, "Aiden's gotten really jealous. Accusing Baron of touching up Dillinger in their match. I don't know what's possessed Aiden lately. Baron can't so much as speak to any of the guys without sending Aiden into a bitchfit."
Adrian was about to make a joke but then his common sense caught him and told him that would NOT be a good idea. Not after what he'd done the past few days, no scrap that, weeks.
"Probably since Gotch shagged Graves again?" Adrian suggested.
"Probably," Sami said, shrugging, "I love Aiden but his jealousy issues are getting out of control. Just because his tag partner is content dipping it in Rat Skank's dirty hole doesn't mean Baron wants to."
An audible smack was heard just out of sight in the car park.
Then the pale-skinned, gangling figure of Aiden English stormed by into the security lights. He turned to the direction in which he'd come.
"YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN WAY HOME BARON!" he screamed.
"Should we?" asked Adrian.
"No," Sami said, "For once, I'm not intefering. Fergal's right. I play cupid too much. Take me home."
Adrian had an idea.
He threw an arm around Sami's shoulders and another under the redhead's long legs, heaving him up bridal style. It was no Officer And Gentleman but Sami was bowled over. Oh Adrian. His eyes shone with elation as he was carried across the parking lot.
Baron Corbin eyed them with envy. If only he had a relationship like that. He was only talking to Dillinger, checking he hadn't botched his finishing move in the match (he hadn't) and Aiden had flown into a rage, not listening to his explanations and then slapping him in the car park for not being sorry enough. Sometimes the former NFL player wondered if dating guys was easier than dating women.
"Where is your sidekick?" asked Adrian, "Almost weird seeing you without him these days."
"Fergal is as we speak preparing for a hot date with Wade," Sami said triumphantly, "Mind you, between you and me, Fergal has so much sexual frustration to work out I feel sorry for Barrett. He'll be lucky they don't carry him out on a stretcher."
"Or maybe Devitt doesn't use his knickers as ankle warmers on the first date?" Adrian remarked as he approached his car.
"You don't know him like I do," Sami smirked.
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing," giggled Sami, "Just when he hasn't had any for a while, he gets er...vigorous."
"You know way too much," Adrian sighed, unlocking the boot of the car and putting Sami down to sling his sports bag inside it. He opened the passenger door like a chauffeur.
"Thank you," simpered Sami.
"How did you get here?" asked Adrian.
"Rode in with Fergal, good job everything worked out really."
"Behave."
Adrian climbed in beside him, starting the engine and backing out.
Adrian could feel Sami's lustful gaze as he crossed the threshold of their home later on. Somehow he didn't think they'd be going far tonight. In terms of other rooms besides the bedroom anyway.
"I'm gonna go shower," the Geordie said.
"Wait for me," Sami purred.
"Only if you want..."
"I do want...very much..." The redhead's eyes flashed with lust. All the testosterone that rushed through his veins during the match had built up. He had PLANS. And woe betide Adrian if he dared prevent them from being carried out.
He text Finn.
If you don't come in walking like John Wayne tomorrow I will be disappointed in you x
Buzz buzz.
From: Fergal D
What makes you think my knickers are already off ;) I've got class unlike you :P Anyway I don't expect to see Pac tomorrow...he'll be in A&E with a broken pelvis LOL x
Sami smirked naughtily. Oh well, occupational hazard.
He heard the shower running and stomped towards it like a jaguar stalking a cornered wildebeest. He licked his lips and began to shed his clothes.
Adrian was whistling Sami's earworm of a theme as he pulled his hair out of it's tight bun and stepped into the warm water. Ahhhhhhh. After a hardgoing night at the office, this was just what Dr Sampson ordered. He didn't hear the door slowly open and the predatory footfalls of the stalking redhead.
But he did notice the shampoo bottle being snatched roughly from his hand.
"Hey.."
But his protest was silenced with a fierce kiss.
And the grinding of pale ivory, downy flesh against his.
Sami moaned against his lips.
Before sinking to his knees.
Adrian gasped and fell against the shower wall as Sami got to work. Well he DID post to thewrestlingsexconfessions ages ago (Sami that was) about he wanted to stick his head between Adrian Neville's thighs and give him the best blow job he'd ever had. Of course he'd done that countless times but you know.
"Wait..." gasped the Brit.
Sami just moaned and sucked harder, deep throating him.
None of the cute, sensual Sami tonight. Oh no.
Full on Minx Sami Mode.
No refunds given.
"So...oh fuck...now you're the champion...I'm your sex slave?" gasped Adrian.
"Mmm-hmm.."
"Even at work?"
"Mmm-hmm."
No stopping him was there?
Adrian made to grab the now-wet red head of hair but Sami would not budge. Fuck. The Brit pulled again more forcefully, reluctantly causing Sami to release him. The mischeivous eyes sparkled up at him as the lascivious tongue licked the russet-bristled lips.
"In the bedroom now." Adrian snarled.
Sami's smirk just widened.
He stepped out of the shower and began to towell himself dry.
"You go on ahead," Sami said innocently, eyes flashing with evil intentions, "I'll be just two seconds."
"I hope not," Adrian smirked.
"In the bedroom. Now."
"Yes boss," teased Adrian. He wrapped a towel around himself and climbed onto the bed. At last. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stay awake tonight. But he was sure Sami would force him to. Sometimes he wondered if he had some weird form of Stockholm Syndrome by being with such a dominant force like Sami. But Sami wasn't some power-crazed psycho. Just vocal about how he liked to be treated. And he was really the nicest guy in that locker room. Even if he had a gob on him sometimes.
At last Sami appeared.
With nothing on apart from his NXT title clasped around his trim waist.
"How do I look?" he purred.
"Hot," Adrian said.
"I'm keeping this on Ben," Sami whispered, crawling onto the bed onto Adrian, eyes shining, "Feels so good against my naked skin.."
Just when Adrian though Sami was going to mount him, the redhead reached under the bed, teasingly wiggling so his smooth, white ass was right in Adrian's face, and re-emerged witha brown bottle.
"You don't do poppers..." Adrian breathed.
"You're gonna see a new side to me tonight," Sami smirked, taking a huge sniff and wincing at the rush to his head, "I can be just as nasty as the next slutty gay."
"You've spent too much time with Cody," Adrian sighed.
"That boy knows how to get the hottest sex life, like it or lump it," Sami said, "And I said a prayer in the bathroom. On your knees Ben."
He took another sniff of poppers and moaned.
Before getting onto all fours, pushing his title belt so the big bronze X was now on his back.
"Take me," he moaned, "Do me."
"Least let me see your face," Adrian hissed.
Sami just made an even more slutty shape.
Adrian realised that as usual, he didn't give the orders. Sami was in control.
The redhead wriggled back, his pert, pale bottom now right in the Brit's face, indicating what he wanted. And Adrian had no choice but to dive right into the smooth globes of ivory flesh and start eating Sami out.
The redhead moaned and whimpered sensually. Why didn't he get this more often? Damn the Brit was just too good at this. Too fucking good. Garbled Arabic spilled from Sami's lips. Adrian just continued with yet more gusto. It was unspeakably hot hearing Sami's mother tongue burst forth in the bedroom. If he could get Sami speaking only Arabic and zero English until they were done, he knew he'd done good.
"يا بن ، يرجى اتخاذ لي! ", whined Sami.
"What did you say?" whispered Adrian.
Sami turned over his shoulder, shooting glittering, dilated eyes at him.
"I said take me," he purred, "Now."
Adrian obediently reached under the bed (it was a bit of a mess under there) for the bottle of lubricant. NEarly out. Which was, he supposed a good sign.
"That wasn't a request Ben, it was an order," snarled Sami.
Not that Adrian had had much experience with men besides Sami and Corey Graves' disgusting chat up lines, but he was convinced that a bottom shouldn't be this dominant. Sami ALWAYS wore the pants. The Brit began to slick himself up liberally as Sami, still in that wanton position, took yet another hit of poppers, addicted to the instant head rush and feeling of relaxation throughout his entire body.
Adrian then kneeled back up behind the crouching tiger, and slowly began to enter him.
"Ohhhhh...hurry up..."
"Don't wanna hurt, been a long day.." Adrian whispered.
Sami responded by wriggling back hard, crying out as he was penetrated deeper and deeper until...yes...his cheeks were flush with the shorter Brit's pelvis. Oh fuck yes. Now he truly knew what 'do me like a slut' felt like. Why hadn't he done it doggy style sooner? They'd always done missionary, in fact every other position possible apart from the most obvious one. And the belt felt so cool and hard against his soft skin. He wanted this to be hot, hard, fast, and naughty. Shed his sensual Arab demeanour for once.
"Oh fuck..." gasped Adrian. He was now feeling out of his depth. Even after all this time with the naughty redhead.
"Pull my fucking hair," snarled Sami, "Break me, Ben. That's a fucking order."
"OK..."
Instantly the sound of thick muscular thighs smashing against slimmer, paler ones filled the room, mixed with the shameless cries leaving Sami's throat; his knuckles white as he gripped the mattress, taking this pounding like the champ he literally was. Oh yes. He was just as good as any of the other gays in this company. Fuck yes. He wanted to be owned. He wanted the Geordie to go alpha on him. Fuck it, he wanted to be dominated.
"Oh YES...YES!" he yelled, amazed how he still remained spewing out English, "Don't you fucking stop, don't you dare stop!"
Adrian just grunted and growled, relishing being the big bad man in bed. Sami was begging to be dominated. And he was more than happy.
Sami leaned up against him, whining savagely against his lips, begging for a kissing. Adrian instantly devoured those soft bristled lips. And then Sami clenched around him, causing him to gasp. The redhead grabbed a tuft of Adrian's long hair.
"Do me like you hate me Ben. Even better. Imagine I'm Rat Skank."
"Huh?" Adrian was gobsmacked.
"I mean it," Sami ordered, chest heaving in and out, his cock throbbing, "Throw me down like the cheapest skank you can think of."
And suddenly he found himself with a face full of duvet as he was pinned to the bed by the Brit. His red hair pulled out by the roots as his prostate took yet more of a battering. Yes! YES! FUck yeah! He began to scream.
SLAP.
Yes. Spank him some more.
Oh yes. More.
Fuck.
Oh fuck.
He reared right back...oh fuck the pressure on his prostate increased/...keep going...oh yes he was going to come...make him come...please...
Suddenly he screamed the most taboo Arabic curses as his climax ripped through him and sprayed the duvet beneath his battered body.
Adrian had no idea what he said but seeing the redhead shoot hands free yet again was enough to keep him moving and drive him ever closer to the edge himself. Fuck yes...oh fuck...he bellowed loudly as he buried himself deep inside the spent body beneath him, exploding right inside.
Adrian was whistling to himself the next morning as he feverishly tidied the kitchen to show home standard. After last night (he was sore everywhere this morning. Sami was hard work in the ring and in bed..) he was glad it was a day off. But ugh it was the bloody works Christmas do tonight. So back to Full Sail yet again later. From what he heard in the locker room a few main roster people were swinging by, based on the awesomeness of last night's pay per view.
"Shit,.." he could smell something catching.
He sprinted to the pan on the hob. He was attempting ful medammes, a traditional Syrian breakfast dish. He'd looked it up on the net and it looked easy enough. Just took forever. But too late, it was sticking to the pan. Bloody thing was too hot.
He checked his phone one more time.
Ah fuck it. Sami would appreciate the sentiment even if Middle Eastern chefs would queue up to stab him for this travesty of an attempt at their culture. He tipped what hadn't burned into a bowl, lopped on some yoghurt and hummus along with olive oil...hey this cooking shit wasn;t too bad once you had a vague idea what you were doing...he finished by placing some dates onto a saucer next to it.
Right, coffee...even Adrian could manage that...instant will ahve to do. Hang on. He'd watched Sami do this enough. Where was that stuff? Ah. Glass bottle. Orange flower water. Personally the Brit thought it was like drinking perfume but again, Sami's culture. He splashed some of the overpoweringly flowery-smelling water into the mug of coffee and slowly lugged the tray upstairs into the bedroom. Sami was still fast asleep, one naked leg peeping out from the covers.
Adrian was showered and dressed. Even he wouldn't attempt to prep food naked. Even if Sami ordered him to. He shook the snoozing redhead.
"Mmmf..." Sami looked so precious, his hair mussed and rubbing his eyes before shooting that glower onto Adrian, "You know I hate it when you wake me up Ben."
"Sorry," Adrian replied, "Just wanted to get you something..."
He produced the tray.
Instantly the redhead's eyes lit up and the cutest smile lifted his face.
"Did you...make this for me?"
"Buggered it up mind...but yeah...I did...it's supposed to be that stuff you rave about...full madams or something...the bean stuff...the stuff you made me after the first time we..."
"Ful medamme," corrected Sami, "And yes...awwww who cares if it's still a bit hard...you tried...that's what matters.."
He swigged the coffee.
"Instant.." he sideyed Adrian jokingly, "Ben...you're wonderful...come sit..."
Adrian climbed on the bed next to him.
Sami picked up a date and fed it to him. The Brit bit into it...mmm...they were good ones...like toffees.
Sami politely placed the bowl of bean mush on the side and pinned the Brit down, straddling him. He picked up another date and placed it to Adrian's lips. This was far more delicious - a slab of sadly-clothed British beef beneath his naked body first thing.
"Your food will go cold," remarked Adrian.
"I have all I want right here," purred Sami, "Want another date? Or would you like to feast on me instead?"
Damn. Adrian was getting turned on.
He thought last night would have sated Sami for a couple of DAYS. Apparently not.
NAUGHTY SAMI. I love writing him so much. He's so fucking cute and smooshable...I just can't. And even it makes me unpopular, I can;t get enough of Finn Balor and his clumsiness. Yes we saw his darker side in the previous chapter but Miz gets on everyone's tits anyway so probably deserving.
At the moment we've only had cameos from the mistress of distress Paige, her girlfriend and ickle Coddles. Oh and Wade of course. We'll see more main roster couples in Part Two. Yes, even Sheasaro possibly if people are nice to me ;) After all did Finn lay Wade after the show?