Chapter 32
I was probably one of the last fans to see Mania...due to myself and BF's work schedules we didn't get to watch until THURSDAY (*Paige style*) the 2nd! :(. However NOT A DISAPPOINTMENT. So much slayage.
I bet Dean was a VERY happy boy at the end ;) Even if he's hurt himself after that sick ladder powerbomb. So happy for Seth.
Wade looked fucking HOT in the ladder match. Him and Coddles, that Superplex. I know my Coddles is a total queen and huge manchild but huge R-E-S-P-E-C-T for that spot. No amount of OOC, OTT fictional characterisation can detract from the huge respect I have for the real life him as an in ring worker and his legacy. Hence why he's the lead of this series. But his cute sparkly ladder got messed :'( AWWWWW :(
And Paige with her new blue highlights. YAAASSS QUEEN. SLAY ME. (What? I'm a white gay guy, it's what we say isn't it?)
So expect more main roster couples here. And bae Finn just because Wade walking down that ramp, the California sun glistening on his RIPPED AS FUCK bod had me fanning myself so I can only imagine how he must have felt ;)
And regarding Raw, the moment y'all have waited anxious for: Sheamus is BAAAACK! Don't dig his hairdo myself but well, he's got a shitload of drama heading his way. And ADRIAN IS A MAIN ROSTER PLAYER. YAAASSS. Sami is PISSED that they werent called up together but he designed that cape and Adrian's new attire ;) He'll be at Raw to support his beloved.
Wow that was a long-arse intro. On with the show!
Wrestlemania 31, San Francisco, CA
The white hot California sunshine baked the 76k-plus stadium in blistering heat as the biggest gig of the year went into motion. Big Show had taken the predictable Battle Royal win, whilst Tyson and the still-suffering Cesaro retained their tag titles.
The opening match had been one for the ages and there was quite a hubbubb in the medical room. Daniel Bryan had snatched the Intercontinental Belt for his Mania moment of 2015, Dean Ambrose was in a pretty bad way after taking a sick powerbomb through a ladder; whilst Cody Rhodes AKA Stardust and Wade Barrett had performed a terrifying superplex off the top of the ladder.
Both of these men, the Brit and the painted, mevlar-clad Georgian were side-by-side, having their numerous bruises and bumps seen to. Nothing like Wrestlemania. The atmosphere. The crowd. The moments.
And sat between both of them was Irish superstar Finn Balor. As Wade was his boyfriend and Cody his new best friend. So far there had been zero gayness and 100 per cent wrestling respect in the conversation. Apart from the way Finn's eyes raked Wade's delicious form. He'd actually almost had an accident watching Wade walk down the ramp - the Brit looked absolutely amazing. A fucking GOD amongst men.
Cody's mevlar suit, which was akin to a sweatbox in that heat, was tied around his middle, his upper half bare, sweaty, bruised and battered.
He was texting his beloved boyfriend, Josh Mathews of TNA.
"It's rude to text," FInn snapped.
"Just telling Joshy I haven';t broken," pouted Cody.
"Mate, huge respect for taking that," Wade said, "I know I take the piss out of ya but you're the man."
"Thanks," Cody said, "My first Mania without Joshy."
Le Sad Faic.
"Never mind mate, you could use a rest," Wade grinned, as Finn climbed onto him, "Hey...mind me bruises you."
"Calm yo thirst bitch," Cody said to his new bestie, "Wade needs rest too."
Finn just grinned naughtily and climbed onto Cody instead, snatching his phone and reading his texts. Wade just shook his head, smirking. He was not jealous of how tactile Finn was with Cody.
"You are SUCH a slag," Finn said as he shamelessly looked at naughty photos Cody sent to Josh, mostly him posing naked on hotel beds, arching that back, showing off his curvaceous booty.
"HEY!" Cody was scarlet.
"Most of us use Snapchat," Finn teased.
"Go and sit on HIS dick, you," complained Cody, shoving Finn off.
"Is he too much for you?" smirked Wade.
"Yes! Take him back and fuck him so hard he can't sit down for a MONTH!" Cody hissed.
"Listen to the man," Finn grinned at Wade, "I legit did a sex wee in my trunks (he was in his ring gear purely to look sexy not because he was wrestling today!) watching you come out darlin."
"Thought I could smell it," Cody sassed, "Wade, take him away."
Wade got to his feet.
"Why?" he smirked, "I'm gonna go shower and watch the rest of the show. Fergal. Behave."
"Nope." smirked Finn, making himself quite comfy on poor, frustrated Cody, shamelessly checking Wade;s ripped back and on-point arse out as the Brit left the medical room. His cock was rock solid. He was staying with Cody purely to force restraint on himself as he really just wanted to throw Wade down and mount him, screaming his name in the middle of this fucking stadium.
"Hey," he said to Cody, "You know I'm only playing?"
"Yes but it still hurts, you rubbing my face in it that I can't see my man."
"I'm a good hugger," Finn said, "Hug me instead."
"With the bulge in your trunks bitch, I'm legit concerned for my safety."
"That's been caused by Stuart alone. Honestly, I had to watch your match alone. I had to get him out for some air. I was a hot mess, Codes. And the fact that it was YOU he superplexed. It's like...ohmygod, what's fate doing to me?"
"Well we did think you'd like that," Cody smiled, "Awww you're warm."
He put his arm around his new closest and bestest friend. He was amazed at how close they'd gotten so quickly. And unlike him and Josh, there was no underlying sexual tension. Just warmth and respect (and brotherly love).
"Hey," Finn whispered, "COme here."
He pecked Cody on the cheek.
"What was that for?" Cody looked very worried.
"Just to say, best friend. Didn't think any good guys were left in the business."
"You have Sami. You have Hideo."
"Yeah...but you I can be totally myself with. And can tell anything to. Hideo has the language barrier...I can speak enough Japanese to get by but not amazingly; Generico mostly gets me, especially cos me and him, y'know, messed about once, but...I dunno. Shawn and Hunter. That's how I see us. And we've only known each other really since November time. I'll always have your back Codes."
"Means the world coming from you as I said at the NXT show," Cody said, cheek warm from the platonic peck, "Now you mention, we are Shawn and Hunter. Like Joshy and I. Without the secret burning desire to rip each other's clothes off. Hehehehe."
"We're too alike," Finn whispered, "I never have been into, no offence, pretty boys. Always liked really masculine guys. I know you are in the ring and the gym...but oh bloody hell you know what I mean."
"See, I could have seen you with Sheamus, he's your perfect guy," Cody said, "Rough, brutish, and also Irish."
"People said that so much," Finn sighed, "Honestly. Stuart is just...oh daddy...he's...I've...I fancied him the moment I watched him debut 5 years ago."
"He looks a gazillion times better now than he did in the Nexus days," Cody said, smiling cutely as Finn took his hand. This was definitely official best friends forever time now. Cody took a selfie of them both.
To: Joshy *heart emojis*
Hey *happy face emojis*. Think I've legit found my new BFF. *heart emoji* him. When can I see you again *crying face emojis*? xxx
His phone began to ring.
Oh fuck.
Cody really hoped Josh wasn't getting jealous. He knew he was a fine one to talk, getting pissy about Josh's friendships with Robbie E and Rockstar Spud but hey. He answered, an adorable smile lifting his smudged but pretty face.
"Hey..."
"Hey slugger. Sick bump. Why am I not surprised it was you and Barrett?"
"Joshy! Hehehehe...enjoying the show. Missing you. Weird without you."
"Weird watching it as a fan honey. You and Prince Devitt look so cute as besties. I knew you and him would end up like that. He's an Irish version of you."
"Paige said that! Why does everyone think we're alike?!"
"Coddles...let me see...you're both fucking stunning to look at...don't tell him I said that by the way; both so fucking talented in the ring, both insufferable nerds who cosplay and say it's your gimmick...yeah whatever..."
"Flattery will get you everywhere!" piped up FInn as Cody had put Josh on loudspeaker.
"Wait...am I on loudspeaker?! CODDLES!" Josh sounded a touch pissed, "Good job I didn't Facetime."
Now Cody pouted. Damnit. He bet Josh was NAKED on the other end and he wasn't there to feast on that toned, tattooed body!
"Nothing wrong with being nerdy Joshy," Cody said, cheeks pink, "Why can't you Facetime?"
"Because...turn loudspeaker off...(Cody didn't)...I'm hard as a rock and stroking it..."
OK Cody quickly turned it back onto receiver as Finn shook with silent mirth as Cody blushed. The cute Irishman scrambled off his BFF's lap to give them some privacy.
"Joshy...OK I deserved that one for putting you on loudspeaker. He's left us alone now. So hard and stroking it...?"
He freed his cock from the confines of the mevlar.
Seth Rollins was carried backstage aloft the shoulders of Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury, holding up his newly won title. This had been an eleventh hour decision and what a payout. A scruffy indie sod and one of the first of the 'new NXT' crowd to be called up had snatched the big prize on the grandest stage of them all. Even with the awful Miz scandal still in recent memory, Seth's career thankfully had not suffered.
The entire locker room was gathered there and for the next ten minutes, Seth was being congratulated by all the guys (apart from Miz obviously). Making his way out of the throng of co-workers, Seth was facing the battered figure of Dean Ambrose, who despite taking a massive powerbomb through a ladder, was in one piece and ready to fight another day.
Dean's lip was trembling and his eyes were glittering.
Seth was unable to read his expression and for a horrible moment thought this would be a rehash of his initial heel turn a year ago. Would Dean be jealous once more?
He couldn't be. Dean was a different person to then.
Much more chill.
And then Seth was almost squashed by 200 plus pounds of emotional Cincinnati native.
Whimpering, Dean devoured his man's lips. He was SO fucking proud. Finally Seth had cashed in that wretched case and brought the title back home off that frigging part timer trogdolyte Lesnar.
"Hey..." gasped Seth, breaking the fierce embrace, "C'mon Jonny, give a guy some breathing room!"
"Nope."
And Seth was attacked with more kisses.
Could a guy really complain about that?
Dean whimpered softly. His cock was hard in his jeans (yes he was wearing some new underwear. His shopping habit hadn't waned. Especially not for Mania weekend!) He was turned on as fuck. Seth fucking him in the WWE World Heavyweight belt. Oh man...
"Calm the hormones..." Seth chuckled.
"Uh-uh," Dean replied. He gestured to their sports bags by his feet. It was straight to the hotel for them. It was bad enough that Seth's Tron-esque new ring attire was doing bad things to Dean (he'd had to watch the Iowa native's match with Randy Orton alone as the nerve-end visual stimulation was just too much!) but now he had to become champion too...
"Hotel?" Seth growled into Dean's ear, concealed by his hair.
"Thought you'd never ask," whimpered Dean, "I'm all yours champ."
So after a few more congratulations from various co-workers, Dean yanked Seth out the nearest exit and into the parking lot. God these damn jeans were SO uncomfortable when you were painfully turned on!
Buzz buzz.
From: Codes
I bet your briefs are damp as fuck ;) Make the most Dean xx
Dean smirked.
Cody wasn't far wrong. He was a hot mess right now.
He tapped a response.
To: Codes
The rental's gonna need a rubber sheet *wink emojis* Gonna make him do me in belt and ring gear...oh man hes sooooo hot I just can't *water drop emojis* xx
"Shall I carry the bags?" snarked Seth.
"Sorry..." mumbled Dean, picking both of them up and carrying them to the car, Seth shamelessly ogling that bubble butt so shown off in Dean's increasingly-tight jeans. Oh yes. That was all his. A better trophy than the WWE World title!
Dean sluttishly bent over as he placed the bags in the boot.
Seth stood behind him, grinding Dean's ass and enjoying the soft moan.
"Damn Jonny..." he breathed, "I can't wait to get you into bed."
"Love you," whined Dean, leaning up for some very passionate kisses.
"Love you too," rasped Seth.
"Oh Colby I wish you could just fucking take me right here and right fucking now," moaned Dean, opening his legs and grinding against his beloved some more. Testosterone was just raging, white-hot through his veins.
And then he gasped as Seth's hands began to open his jeans from the front and lower them.
Seth practically drooled as he beheld those tight globes of flesh, firmly encased in black and pink-trimmed Almost Naked Fling Briefs. Oh fuck Dean. Seth didn't give a damn his other half should have had shares in Andrew Christian if he picked stuff like THAT...Seth massaged Dean's ass before slipping a finger between the soft, smooth cheeks and stroking Dean's hole.
Dean almost screamed with relief and leaned into the illicit touching.
"Ohhhh Colby..." he whined, "Just touch...all I need...ohhhh baby..."
Seth just smirked and continued to caress his boy.
The naughty cutaway left side of those briefs...Seth was gonna make Dean pose for him in these when they got in. Holding Seth's title. And make it his lock screen.
He pushed his finger into Dean who gasped and clenched around him.
"Oh COlby, don't stop..."
"Feel good?" growled Seth.
"Perfect...you might make me cum.."
"Been jerking off backstage?"
"No...well...a little.."
Seth removed his finger.
Dean turned and with the naughtiest grin on his face, kicked off his jeans compeletely, along with his sneakers and socks. Ah what the hell, it was Cali. He peeled his vest off so he was just in these sexy briefs.
Seth licked his bearded lips.
The parking lot lighting made for some delicious mood shots.
Dean got the message and leaned seductively against the rental, finger in his mouth, eyes smouldering.
"Take a photo," he purred.
Seth's phone was already out. Mmmmm. What a hottie.
And Dean was bulging like fuck up front.
The darkness and shadows hid the large wet spot that had formed on the front.
Dean posed again, ass out.
Snap went Seth's phone.
Dean then opened the passenger door and climbed inside. Mmmmmmmm! Cool leather against his bare skin. Oh wow. He felt SO sexy right now. His self confidence was sky-high. A year ago he would never have been like this. Cody had taught him to believe in himself.
"You could be a model," Seth remarked as he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine.
"You think so?" Dean's eyes widened and he smiled warmly at his beau.
"Well, all those crazy girls who want you," Seth said with a sideways smirk as he made his way out of the parking lot, "And...aww man...I'll sell these to a modelling agency.."
"You'd do that for me?"
"Well, maybe once the old wrasslin dries up," smirked Seth.
"How much further?" persisted Dean.
"Calm your hormones Jonny.."
"I can't help it Sethie...you look so fucking fine...and you're top of the tree now..."
"So you only want me for my title?" teased Seth.
"No. I want you because you're amazing and perfect..." Dean was such a sap these days. Even when painfully horny and thirsty for Seth's dick.
"Damnit red light!" groaned Seth as Dean wriggled across to the edge of the passenger seat. No joke, Dean was SO gagging for attention he was prepared to mount the damn handbrake lever for some relief!
Seth smirked as the lights turned green and he slowly reached over for the hole on the left side of the skimpy briefs and slowly caressed the pink-framed square of exposed skin, enjoying Dean's mewls of ecstasy.
Thankfully they were at the hotel and people just goggled at Dean casually sauntering through the lobby in these tiny briefs. Those who didn't know who he was assumed Seth had picked up a local go-go dancer.
Into the elevator.
Seth put the bags between them.
"Wait," he commanded.
Dean stuck out his bottom lip like a kid.
"I can't much longer," he complained.
"Calm your thirst," smirked Seth.
Ding.
The doors opened and at last they were at the hotel room door. Seth swiped the card and pushed the door open, letting in his personal almost-naked hot bellboy in before hanging a do-not-disturb sign on the door and slamming it shut.
Now Seth himself was fucking horny.
Dean lay seductively on the bed, one leg bent.
"Come here you perfect, perfect man," he purred.
Seth climbed onto the bed and instantly began to make out with the hungry Dean, grinding their bodies together, his hands snapping the waistband of the briefs against Dean's skin.
"I don't need foreplay," Dean whimpered, "Just take them off me. With your teeth!"
"But aren't they new?"
"I can get a new pair."
"Shopaholic."
"Don't see you complain Colby."
Seth smirked as he bit on the waistband, Dean's scent filling his nostrils and pulled them down those long, smooth, youthful legs, Dean's weeping cock springing free from its confines, getting even harder at exposure to the cool conditioned air of the hotel room.
Seth threw the briefs onto the bedroom floor.
Like all Dean's clothes, that's where they looked best.
He went to remove his tight leather pants.
Dean stopped him.
"Please..." moaned the Ohio native, "I want to take it off you myself.."
"Go ahead," Seth whispered, laying on his back as Dean straddled him, planting passionate pecks all down his exposed upper body before tenderly prising the leather pants away from the slim waist and down Seth's muscular, boxer-clad thighs. Mmm., Man sweat. Leather. Dean was just getting even more turned on as he removed the tight pants from his younger partner.
He then tore Seth's boxers down - with HIS teeth.
Before slowly frotting against his man, whining needily as their cocks ground together.
"How would you like it?" asked Seth between kissing Dean's soft wet lips.
"Missionary," Dean moaned, "You always make me cum that way.."
He rolled over and passed Seth the lube, still in the same place from this morning. Well it was California and it blew away some of the pre-Mania nerves!
Seth coated two fingers and began to prep Dean, who spread his legs eagerly, before softly whimpering as he was at last invaded where he craved.
"Want me to put the belt on?" Seth growled.
"Oh PLEASE..." moaned Dean in desperation, resting his ankles on Seth's shoulders.
"On second thoughts, let's not keep you waiting any longer shall we?"
Seth coated himself liberally with the lubricant and shuffled forward, gently folding Dean in half and lining up.
He slowly entered Dean who cried out in gratitude as AT FUCKING LAST he got what he craved.
Seth deliberately kept it slow and deep as he pushed all the way into the desperate mass of Lunatic Fringe beneath before those soft cheeks were flush with his muscular, furry thighs.
"Oh Colby.." whined Dean, "I love you.."
"Love you too, Jonny.."
"Show me Colb. Show me Sethie. FUcking make me scream."
"Do one thing for me Jonny?"
"Anything...!"
"Let the whole fuckin; Golden State hear who you belong to!"
Dean did not need telling twice! He was gonna be vocal anyway but now Seth asked him...fuck YES!
Seth began to fuck Dean immediately, his slim, Crossfit-honed hips slapping against that toned, bubble butt that so many fangirls wanted (and too many other wrestlers had used for their selfish kicks), Dean obligingly crying out immodestly, screaming his feelings for the world to hear.
His craggy yet handsome face bore none of the clownish gurning he used on screen - his eyes heavy, his lips parted as he vocalised the ecstasy charging through ever inch of his body.
Dean reached up and stroked Seth's hair behind his ears, staring blazingly into the Davenport resident's eyes.
"Kiss me," he cried.
Seth's lips locked with his to stifle his screams as his prostate continued to get smashed in just the right spot. Only Seth could consistently find his g-spot. One of the many reasons why Dean adored him so...oh yes! Don't stop. Make him yours, Seth. Blow his mind! Turn his world upside down!
Dean broke the kissing and lay back down, eyes glinting in lust.
He shot the naughtiest grin up at Seth.
"Wreck me champ."
Seth held Dean's legs wide open and began to truly pound him, getting off even more on the screams and curses that filled the room as Dean let himself go, not caring if the whole of fucking San Francisco heard him...yes! Don't stop now! He could go on for fucking years! Dean was gripping the bedsheets, now so accustomed to not touching his cock in sex and urging Seth to fuck the cum right out of him! His ass felt so gloriously on fire...his legs were jolting...he could feel the pulling behind his abs...go on Seth...fucking blow his back out...
"Oh fuck yes...oh yes...don't stop...don't you dare...ohmygod...ohgod...ohgod...yes...Lopez...be mine...fuck yes...fuck me...fuck me...FUCK ME! FUCK! OH FUCK!"
Dean couldn't stop it...he was going to try and edge but the pleasure shooting through his abdomen was too glorious to stop...fuck it, let it happen. He wasn't going to stop once he came.,...he was gonna damn well take this until Seth was satisfied!
"Ohhhh YES! GO ON...C'mon...! FUCK...ohmyfuckingod...you'refuckingamazing...yes...oh yes...aahhh...ahhhh! AHHHHH!"
Dean's cries were increasing in pitch as it sizzled up his legs and behind his abs...fuck...oh God he couldn 't cope anymore...he threw his head back and screamed as he finally exploded, streams of his essence spraying his stomach, chest, chin, the pillow behind his tousled head...oh he was coming alright and coming fucking hard...jesus it wasn't gonna stop...
Seth was gobsmacked at just how hard Dean blew his nut...that fucking did it...he drove deep inside the mess of Cincinnati native and bellowed his ecstasy to the heavens as his own climax burned on exit...oh fuck yeah...FUCK...and Dean was taking everything he gave...
Dean pulled Seth to him and wrapped his aching legs and arms around him tight. Possessively.
"Oh COlby..." he gasped, "You just...you're amazing..."
Dean hadn't come like that in a while. Not since he and Seth got back together.
"Ohh fuck man.." gapsed Seth, pulling out and laying beside him.
Both men were coated in sweat. Chests rising and falling.
What a fucking night.
Mike the Miz was gripping the bedsheets. Screaming the like the slut he was. His latest conquest had not been easy to catch.
But OH SO WORTH IT!
Better than he ever could have imagined and they'd only just started fucking.
He was on all fours, ass flush against the long, smooth legs and powerful torso of the man he'd chased successfully.
"Don't stop! PLEASE!" he cried.
The man just growled and continued to mercilessly pound this little slut who offered it to him on a plate. And he got $1000 out of it ontop of the fat paycheck for Mania.
Post-Mania Raw, Fresno, CA
Sheamus strode into the locker room. Today was the day. He was a bit miffed that Cesaro was distant last night in bed but oh well, he put it down to the draining nature of the biggest show of the year. Little did he know just how much of a fool the conniving Swiss had made of him behind his back. He was disappointed too that Cesaro seemed scathing of his, in his own opinion, bad-ass new look. He was returning as a heel tonight.
The vermilion-haired Irishman chucked his bag aside and decided to wander into Catering. Cesaro had wanted to hit the gym before hand so he'd come alone. Be good to have a good catch up with his mates as obviously they'd been pre-occupied with the show last night.
And there was Wade. Sheamus was glad that he and the Brit could remain good mates after their perhaps ill-advised relationship.
The big Irishman padded over and slapped the tall raven-haired, bearded Brit on the shoulder.
"What the...oh hello mate," Wade gave his ex a manly hug. With more than a twinge of guilt. He knew the extent of Cesaro's cheating and was thankful Finn had to head back to Florida today. The bitching. The drama. It was going to get very ugly around here soon.
Sheamus removed his flat cap to show Wade his dramatic new hairstyle.
"Whoa.." Wade whistled, "Going for the Iced Gem look?"
"THought it'd make an impact, I'm a baddie again," Sheamus replied, "No more arses and Uncle Fergus' lucky testicle crap. The Celtic Warrior is back."
"Awesome," Wade nodded. He looked particularly delicious today in a tight black tee.
"No girlfriend?" smirked Sheamus.
"He had to head back to Orlando, I had to drag him kicking and screaming onto the bloody plane," sighed Wade.
"And you miss him. Big old softie," smirked Sheamus, "Stuey, I know with all the shit that went down between us...I am happy that you've found a good 'un."
"Yeah," Wade looked unusually bashful, "Tell me if I'm being a stupid arse but when we go play in Ireland in April, I've been invited to COunty Wicklow to meet the Devitt clan."
"Thought so," Sheamus said, "So much for the Dublin pub crawl we planned."
"Oh I've been told that I'm allowed to do that once I've met his family," Wade smirked briefly before looking serious, "Ste...I'm...er...I'm gonna...,ask Fergal's dad for permission..."
"Permission?" Sheamus raised his eyebrows, "Oh. Wow..."
"Yeah," Wade said, "I know, you think it's too soon..."
"No mate, not at all...just...OK yeah a bit but it's your life Stuey."
"I can't imagine being with any other lads...and I think it's what Fergal wants. He wants to be my wife."
"Is his Da a Catholic?"
"Yeah, aren't most of you? But Fergal is convinced he'll like me."
"If it goes tits up, ring me. I assume by permission it's...wedding bells?"
"Yup."
"Wow.." breathed Sheamus, "Well...all I can say is...good luck mate."
"I'm gonna need it, he's got thousands of bloody brothers who'll all want to kick my arse for corrupting their superstar wrestler badass brother."
"I think they probably know he bats for the benders, Stuey," chuckled Sheamus.
"If they don't like me, i'm fucked," Wade breathed, "He's dead close to his family man.."
"Just be yourself mate."
"OK.."
"So. Have you bought a ring?"
"Not yet."
"I'd hurry up mate. Do it properly."
"I'm gonna wait to see what his dad says. Anyway, enough of my shit. How's things with you and manbag?"
"OK I think..."
Wade tried to hide his guilt. Sheamus would knock his block off for keeping stuff from him about Cesaro's numerous indiscretions.
Two arms suddenly wrapped around Wade's waist and the Brit jumped.
"Guess who?" came another Irish accent.
"What the bloody hell?!" spluttered Wade, "I fucking shoved you onto that plane!"
"Surprise," beamed Finn, "I lied. Actually I twisted their arms to stay here a couple more days. Anyway Sami's here with Adrian...oh...hi Sheamus."
Finn's pretty face lit with the naughtiest smirk as he manfully shook his redheaded fellow countryman's hand.
"What's the craic fella," Sheamus replied.
"Didn;t think you were back," Finn said, "You've missed a lot.."
"Fergal..." growled Wade.
"What?" Finn just looked more mischeivous than ever. Sheamus was confused. Wade was facepalming internally. Oh God. It was going to end in tears tonight. He just knew it.
"I better go warm up," Wade spluttered, "C'mon trouble.."
"I'm waiting for Sami and Cody," Finn pouted, "And it'd be nice to catch up with Sheamus.."
Wade's stomach did a backflip. Oh no. Not on his watch. He grabbed his beloved and planted a fat snog on Finn's lips. The younger Irishman moaned and whimpered against his lips.
Sheamus shook his head, snickering. He began to change into his workout gear.
Cesaro was on his way to Catering. Sheamus blatantly hadn't missed him. The DeLorean was immaculate and that hair was a HUGE turn off. Sheamus did NOTHING for him now. Not with Tyson about. But for now the Swiss had to keep up appearances. Just for his own safety more than anything.
His heart stopped when he saw Barrett. With FUCKING BALOR. Seriously did that little Plastic bitch have any work at NXT these days?! Or was he sucking off Triple H to keep coming on the road?! For fuck's sake. Wade was such a wuss. He refused to call his barking little lapdog off last night. Hopefully they'd leave before they spotted him. Cesaro had slept with his supposed boyfriend after Mania last night. Albeit reluctantly. He just imagined Tyson the whole time as he rode Sheamus' cock. Even bottoming had lost its appeal. Picturing Tyson had kept his hardon and helped him get off. He was long past feeling bad for cheating on Sheamus so viciously and callously.
"Oh HEY CESARO!" Finn's singsong Irish burr just DRIPPED with snark. His green eyes glittered with malice.
Wade detected the cattiness emanating from his pretty little boyfriend and sighed. He smacked Finn hard on the arse.
"Behave," he snarled into Finn's ear.
"Not a chance," Finn grinned, "Gonna punish me for being a naughty boy Stuart?"
He sucked his thumb in a manner that was SO terrifyingly Cody that Wade was freaked the fuck out. Oh LORD. It was going to be a long bloody night. Maybe he should deposit Finn with the plastics and run away for the night. Be easier.
He heaved his Irish minx up (Finn made the cutest squeak) bridal style and carried him away.
"To what do I owe the chivalry?" simpered Finn, his green eyes now sparkling with pure love for his darling Brit.
"I'm taking you out of trouble because you'll get me a thick ear," grunted Wade.
"Oooh I like where this is going!"
"I think your arse has had quite enough for 24 hours."
"Can I help it that you turn me on like nobody else ever could?" That smile. So bewitching. But oh so naughty. But hey. Wade kinda liked the on-edge nature of their relationship. He knew Finn was ITCHING to snatch Cesaro's wig in front of Sheamus and cause a massive bust-up. And he was not about to be responsible for the ensuing chaos.
Where the bloody hell was the Plastics' table?
Ah.
Usual place.
Just Cody and Paige.
He'll pay Paige 2 grand if he had to just to keep Finn from shooting his gob off.
"Alright girls," he grunted, "I have a playmate."
"What you doing here?! You were meant to be in Florida!" Paige scolded.
"Whoops," giggled Finn as he was placed gently into a chair.
Cody was grinning like a little kid at Christmas. Oh YAAASSS. He was hoping Finn's supposed departure back home was all an elaborate work. His new bestie took the cute ravenette's mind off this being the first Wrestlemania without Josh.
"Ste's back," Wade said, "Please. I am begging. No bloody drama shit. Can we just act like blokes for one night?"
Paige shuffled so she was slouched back in the chair with her legs apart and belched in an alarmingly laddish manner. Her ever-present Snapback certainly added to this new ladette image.
"I can do that," she joked, deepening her voice, "So mate, beers and footie after yeah?"
"Stupid cow," huffed Wade, shaking his head.
"You said act like a bloke?" she giggled.
"Be serious," Wade said, "I'm asking. Fergal...please...for me? Behave?"
"As I love you," Finn simpered, "I'll do anything you ask me."
"Good lad," Wade kissed his boyfriend on the mouth, "Be good."
He strode away.
As soon as Wade was out of sight, Finn climbed out of the chair and onto Cody's lap.
Cody had given up complaining. Their conversation last night was still fresh in his brain. And it was nice to have someone to be this close with whom he had no sexual lust for. Not that he didn't think Finn had a hot-as-fuck body though. But he wasn't Cody's precious Joshy.
"Hey," Finn pecked Cody's cheek.
"Awwww...I can see why Sasha ships you," Paige cooed.
They both flipped her off.
"So I can't have a Best Friend Forever whom I don't want to shag?" Finn pouted.
"You're sitting on his lap?"
"Not even a semi," Cody said, "So bitch. Is the Swiss THot shitting his pants yet?"
"Oh yes, he broke into a sweat when he saw me," giggled Finn, "It's gonna take more than just hot kisses and romance from Stuart to keep me quiet. It's just TOO good to resist."
"You have to snatch CesarHo's wig. In front of as many as possible. Preferably where he cannot get away," Cody said.
"I intend to," Finn said, "I'm biding my time. And then, when he's not expecting it..."
He made a cut-throat gesture.
Paige winced.
A shadow fell across their table.
"Saraya, you are a dirty bitch. I heard that belch from the corridor."
That could only be one Sami Zayn.
And with him was Adrian.
"Oh hello Samuel," Paige said, leaning up to hug him. He hugged Finn and Cody in turn before pulling a chair out for Adrian to sit on. The Geordie did so and then Sami perched onto Adrian's lap.
"Jesus Rami, don't wear me out will ya?" complained Neville.
He was cutting the 'Adrian' part of his ring name off and just going by 'Neville' now. Most of his NXT persona was intact. THe theme, the look. The in-ring style. No 'Mighty Mouse' bollocks.
"Boys you should see the new gear Ihad made for Ben, he will SLAY," Sami said, emptying the carrier bag he was holding onto the table. Purple and silver trunks and kickpads fell onto it.
"Wow," Cody said, "I approve. I mean let's be honest, your British Ambition attire was a touch dated."
"I liked it cos it was reminder that his former tag partner Joel Redman is getting Rat Skank's ex's dick regularly," Sami grinned, "But I wanted everything to be perfect for Ben's main roster debut."
"Check out me jacket," Neville said, fishing some sparkling purple and silver folds from his sports bag and carefully unrolling it. It was a cape and hood. A little superhero ish but nothing like Mighty Mouse.
"I designed and had Sandra make this especially," beamed Sami proudly, "No Mighty Mouse. I put my foot down."
"So who you squashing?" asked COdy, gently inspecting the beautifully-made cloak and eyes glinting with a flash of envy, "I hope it's Mess. Or one of his loser buddies."
"Actually," Adrian sighed, "One of you."
"Me?!" Cody said, "I've wanted to work with you since like forever!"
"Axel," Neville replied, "Meeting him shortly but Rami dragged me here."
"Oh well if we're that boring piss off!" Paige mock snapped, folding her ivory skinned arms.
"You are, didn't mean the rest of the lads," Neville smirked. He had missed the banter with her.
She gave him a V-sign.
He gave her a wanker one right back.
"BEN!" Sami bellowed, "THat's a two time Divas champion you just disrespected."
"You say far worse to her!" complained Neville.
"I'm allowed because Saraya loves me," pouted Sami, "Go and work on spots with Axel. Immediately."
"Yes dear," snarked Neville (Sami turned into the heart-eyes emoji as per usual), pecking the redhead on the cheek and nodding at Cody and Finn before leaving the table.
"BEN!" Sami roared.
"What now?" Neville was blushing as he ambled back over.
"You forgot your ring gear. Lose it and you're sleeping on the couch for a MONTH!"
"Yes dear."
Neville picked up his ring clothes and shuffled off. Jesus, Sami was a pain in the arse tonight!
"Adrian's balls. Generico's handbag," Finn grinned from his comfy seat of poor Cody's lap.
"Codes' dick, your hungry bussy Fergal," Sami clapped back.
"EW!" Cody shoved Finn off. Who promptly climbed back on. Roughly. Cody hissed in pain. Right in the gonads. Little shit.
"Little Cody's balls. Squashed," Paige teased. All her boys together. Yaaaay. Even made up for Summer not being here tonight. Her girlfriend was due back tomorrow as they'd been told they'd work together on Main Event.
"THat hurt," pouted Cody.
"You won't be using them for a while," Finn grinned, arm around Cody's shoulders.
"He might fancy being straight tonight," Sami teased.
"I might," Cody said obstinately, "Please take your ass off my crotch bitch."
"Your mevlar is just the cushion I need," Finn grinned, "Four times since Mania went off air bitches."
"Shut up Fergal, stop rubbing my face in it," pouted Sami.
"OH YES!" cried Mike The Miz. He was bent over a wires box, trunks round his ankles, the same mystery man from last night absolutely WRECKING his slutty ass. This guy was just the BEST he'd had in AGES.
"Take it you little BITCH..." snarled the man.
"Oh yes! Fuck me like the slut I am! YES! OH YES!"
The man roared like a caged bear as he lost it inside Mike's addictive ass. He'd missed messing with guys a hell of a lot. He'd stayed the night in Mike's extremely plush hotel room last night. He'd held the awesome one once they'd been done. He wasn't a complete asshole.
Mike was fisting his cock. He didn't even mind getting himself off this time. This was the best fuck he'd scored since he'd broken free of Dolph and become the locker room whore.
The guy pulled out of him and stood beside him. He was so tall. So big. Mike's type all over.
"Here," grunted the man, "Let me."
He began to use his thick callused hand to jerk Mike off. Well he knew what he liked and wasn't that hard to get another dude off.
Mike screamed and sprayed the lino white within minutes. He leaned against the wires box, gasping, his big blue eyes misting over. Someone pinch him and tell him this was a dream. He still couldn't believe after Mania he'd cajoled this unattainable member of the main roster into his bed and RODE him all night long. It had cost him a good sum of money though.
The man leaned forward and kissed him.
"Enjoyed that," he grunted, "Wanna come to my hotel room after Raw?"
"Did you need to ask?!" Mike whimpered, kissing him some more, "You're amazing!"
"Yeah yeah," the man said, redressing and walking away before someone discovered them.
Mike picked up his phone. He'd secretly filmed their epic fuck last night. This guy had the hottest legs he'd ever seen. Mmmmmm.
He played his cards right, he could get a good thing going here. He pulled his trunks back up.
"OK," Sheamus sighed to Cesaro, "What's the matter with you?"
"Nothing," spat the Swiss.
"Something's not right," Sheamus went on, "I'd have thought you'd have been a bit more chuffed to see me last night if I'm honest."
"I was tired, Stephen," lied Cesaro, "But NON. All you vanted vos SEX."
"You never usually complain!" Sheamus said incredulously, "What the bloody hell is wrong with you Claude?"
"YOU!" erupted Cesaro, "What';s with this ridiculous haircut?! You look like an Eighties hells angel! I am ashamed to be associated with you right now!"
"It was for WORK," Sheamus hissed fiercely, "It's not always about you! There's two bloody people in this!"
"First ze car, and now zis stupid hair, you trying to make me leave you?!" snarled Cesaro.
If Sheamus left him before that little bitch Balor ran his toxic mouth it would make life ten times easier right now for the Swiss.
Sheamus was about to throttle him when he managed to stop himself.
He took a deep breath and sat back down. Not the answer.
"Look," he said, still breathing angrily through his nose, "Could you at least TRY to get along with Stuey and Finn. What if we're invited to their wedding?"
Oh shit. Sheamus and his big mouth.
"VEDDING?!" Cesaro cried derisively, "I don't think we'd be invited! Don't flatter yourself!"
"Stuey and I aren't just exes, we are still old mates," Sheamus sighed, "And I'd do it to support a fellow countryman."
Cesaro was about to go off on a huge rant about the extent of the abuse he'd suffered from Balor but then he realised that he'd have to confess to all his misdemeanors. And that would just result in a beatdown as well as a dumping.
"Barrett is mad to marry that nasty...little..." he snarled.
"What the hell is your problem?" Sheamus was incredulous. THat mess of a double date was bad enough. Cesaro still bore a grudge. And for what exactly? The Irishman was sick of acting as peacemaker between them.
"Nothing," spat Cesaro after a heavily pregnant pause.
The Plastics were observing this with interest. Well Paige and Sami were. Finn and Cody were watching with schadenfreude-filled glee. They were both CLAMOURING to go stick the boot in.
"What's going on?" asked Dean Ambrose, pulling up a chair and gingerly sitting on it. Ouch. Ouch. His own fault. Sex with new WWE World Champ Seth...hehehe.
"Oh hey Dean," Paige said, "Nothing. CODY! FINN! BEHAVE!"
"Stop it Fergal, you'll get into trouble or worse beaten up," Sami scolded.
"Mean," pouted Finn, climbing off Cody's lap, the ravenette sighing with releif. Dead leg. Damnit.
"You just missed a showdown Dean," Cody said, "Looks like Sheamus isn't so impressed with CesarHo."
"I've been too busy having great sex with the New CHAMPION," smirked Dean.
"Yes I know, I can smell Seth from here," Cody sassed.
"Don't be jealous cos you have to wait," Dean grinned, "Oh guess who's battling Cena tonight?"
"Lemme guess. You? If you can prise Randalyn from his dick long enough," Cody said.
"I feel your pain," Sami said sympathetically.
Finn got to his feet and sashayed over to Sheamus and Cesaro before Sami or Paige could stop him. Oh he was just one bad bitch and he knew it. Hehehe.
"HEY!" he trilled mockingly, "Mind if I join you?"
"Sure matey," Sheamus said, not seeing Cesaro turn white with fear.
"Wasn't Wrestlemania just epic?" Finn continued, stealing a sausage roll from Cesaro's untouched plate of food, "Sorry, I don't usually nick other people's property but I am rather peckish."
He shot a truly evil smile at his nemesis as he did so, unseen by Sheamus.
"Didn't Stuey feed ya?" smirked Sheamus.
"Well he did but I have a big appetite," Finn;s eyes flashed as he devoured the pastry.
"So he was telling me about the big meeting in Bray," Sheamus said.
"Yup. He's meeting all the family. It means the world to me," Finn replied, "Especially when he meets Da."
"Well I'm happy for ya," Sheamus said, "You're really good for Stuey."
"I know I am," grinned Finn, "And I'm happy you like me. I never steal other people's men."
He took a huge bite of his roll and gave the most malicious look to the shaking Cesaro, enjoying the effect he was having immensely.
"So you always fancied Stuey then?" Sheamus said.
"I told ya when ye took me out," Finn replied, "To fill me in. Since he debuted. But I wouldn't ever have muscled in when he was with you."
"I know mate, you don't need to keep saying," Sheamus assured him, "It's all good."
"So, Kidd is good for Cesaro, huh?" Finn knew EXACTLY what he was doing and Cesaro knew it. He wanted to be anywhere but here right now. And Sheamus was totally oblivious to the shadiness going on.
"Yeah, the guy deserves a good title run," Sheamus said.
"And aren't he and Natalya the CUTEST couple?!" Finn gushed, "And she looks a-mazing in that tight gear. I would."
"I don't think Kidd would like that," smirked Sheamus.
"Oh don't worry, I can still appreciate a beautiful woman," Finn continued before fixing his malicious green orbs straight onto his target, "I would NEVER wreck a solid marriage to sate selfish desires for the forbidden fruit. THat's just pure SCUMBAG behaviour."
"Sure is," Sheamus was nonplussed but hey, the guy hung out with Cody who was vocal about sluts so the Irishman guessed it rubbed off on Finn who was clearly now extremely close to Baby Rhodes.
"Anyhoo, I must dash," Finn said, relishing the wobbly moment Cesaro was having, "Nice to see ya Sheamus lad. Must have a beer sometime."
"Yeah...laters mate," Sheamus shook Finn';s hand manfully before the little minx scampered away.
Cesaro was so close to throwing up. THe guilt was washing over him. It was too much to bear. The guilt. And the fury. That FUCKING LITTLE BITCH. Would Balor not stop until Cesaro quit WWE altogether?!
"Are you OK?" asked Sheamus.
"Mir ist ubel..." moaned Cesaro and got to his feet, sprinting from Catering. He barely made it into the men's room before vomiting copiously into the toilet. He had reached the end of his tether. Balor was going to be reported for unprofessional conduct. It was the only way out of this mess. A hell of the Swiss' own making.
Cesaro heard footsteps.
"Sorry Stephen," he moaned, pulling the chain, "Just must have eaten something funny."
"Like Miz's arse?! Noble's arse?!" It was an Irish accent alright. Just not the one Cesaro wanted to hear.
Finn was standing over him. Arms folded. And grinning nastily from ear to ear, pleased with his handiwork.
"Go...fuck yourself..." gasped Cesaro.
"I have a future husband so I can go to him, damn sight more than what you'll have after tonight," Finn sneered.
"Leave me alone..."
"Why? So you can take a huge steaming dump on Natalya and Kidd's marriage and make a fool out of my fellow countryman? No chance bitch. I am going to make you suffer until you beg for mercy you bottom-feeding, self-serving piece of trash."
"You've...had your fun...please...I'll do anything. Just don't tell Stephen..."
Cesaro was beat. He had no fight left. Maybe, and he hated himself for this, begging this nasty bitch to stop was the only way.
"Awwwwww has the thot broken?" came a lisp and Cody walked in to join his crony, "Ew it smells like puke in here."
"The trainwreck's just chundered because he couldn't hack the truth. What a mess huh?" crowed Finn to Cody who laughted nastily.
"I expect no better from a lowlife SLUT," Cody said, pure venom spitting from the final word.
"I was going to stuff his head into his own sick but he flushed before I had a chance," Finn said.
"Always another time," Cody said, "Maybe we should take a leaf from Dean's book."
"Oh YEAH!" Finn beamed, "Spike his protein shake with laxatives. And white trunks for full effect. White hides nothing, sweets."
Cody let out a truly malicious snigger.
Cesaro had no idea what to do. Sheamus was just outside.
And yet, the two bitches had still managed to corner him. There was no way out of this. What would they do to him next? Would they actually hurt him? End his career? He genuinely didn't know.
Of course Finn and Cody wouldn't ever jeopardise their own jobs. But it was fun to get into their victims' heads and play mind games. Get them truly shitting their pants.
"Move your fat head mess," snapped FInn, roughly yanking Cesaro away from the toilet, "I need the loo."
"And there's only one stall, what a shame," Cody sneered, "Looks like if you barf again you'll have to do it all down yourself."
The stall door banged shut as Finn went inside.
"Go on," Cody finished, "Shoo. Give my friend some privacy you weirdo."
Defeated, Cesaro shuffled out, eyes burning with humiliation. He didn't know what else to do. Every time they got him, he ended fucking some common slut on the roster to feel like a man again. First Noble. Then Miz. He just needed to feel less like trash.
He shook with angry sobs. He no longer cared who saw him like this.
"Claude? What's the matter? Are you OK?" asked Sheamus, "Have you been sick? That what mir ist ubel means right?"
Cesaro nodded pitifully. Six foot plus, 250 plus pounds of pure brute strength and muscle and yet he felt more vulnerable than he'd ever done in his life. And yet if he'd stopped being such a sneaky, self-serving lothario, he wouldn't be in this mess. It was all his own fault. He deserved all this shit coming his way.
"Fuck me Stephen," he mumbled.
"Huh?" Sheamus raised an eyebrow.
"Please, I need sex. Now."
"You've been sick. We're at work.."
"Never stopped you! PLEASE FUCK ME! NOW!"
He tore his trunks down and kicked them off, bending over right there in the corridor, hands pushed against the wall. His magnificently-built frame was quite a sight. Sheamus went hard instantly.
"No kissing," gasped the desperate Swiss, "I just need you in me mon amour.."
He cxould almost hear the incredulous scoffing from his own subconscious as the false words left his mouth.
"I'll hurt you..." Sheamus sighed.
"I don't care. I want sex. Pain."
"OK, OK, whatever you want," Sheamus said, getting his hard cock out. This was just a little naughty and not to mention un-nerving. But he'll please his Swiss lover anyway he can. He sucked two fingers and inserting them into that amazing, muscular furry ass. Cesaro groaned with need, pushing back. OK maybe he missed bottoming a little. OK a lot. He just wanted to BE wanted again.
And at least Sheamus wasn't onto him.
Yet.
He snarled in pain as the sharpness pierced him. No lubricant. And a very strong man on the end. But it was good pain. He gripped the wall and pushed his ass right back against SHeamus' pelvis.
"Yes...fuck me," he groaned.
Sheamus began to do as the Swiss requested and started to pound him hard and fast, fuelled mostly by the thrill of being caught. Oh yes. That tight hole. Always SO GOOD. And Cesaro was taking it like a man as always.
"OH STEPHEN!" cried the Swiss, his throaty, booming, heavily accented voice bouncing off all the walls in the narrow corridor, "YES! YES! OUI! OUI! JA! JAA! FUCK!"
He needed to be made to cum.
Fuck it.
"ON ZE FLOOR!" he bellowed, startling Sheamus.
Sheamus pulled out.
Cesaro lay on the floor, opening his long, muscular, hairy legs. Yes. Fuck him right here. Where anyone could see.
He had nothing left to lose at this point.
He was a leaner, taller, more muscular Miz right now.
And did he give two fucks?
Nope.
Sheamus spat on himself some more and re-entered with some difficulty before resuming his thrusting like a charging bull, holding Cesaro's long legs apart to really fuck him. Cesaro was almost screaming in gratitude, the dirtiest words in garbled German flowing from his lips, painting the walls several shades of blue.
Suddenly the Swiss could feel that irreversible pulling behind his abs, his skin on fire, his hole stinging at the dryness...he was getting close. C'mon Sheamus. C'mon. Fuck it out of him. He needed this SO much. Please. But...it wasn't Sheamus he was picturing. In his minds eye, the big pale Celt was a smaller, tanned, handsome Canadian.
"OH TJ!" screamed Cesaro as his midsection burned with his impending climax, the cry of betrayal masked by Sheamus's roar of ecstasy as he exploded inside his cheating Swiss lover.
"Ohh! OH!" Cesaro was SO CLOSE...Sheamus's climax had interrupted his thoughts of Tyson...yess...just there you hot Canadian hunk...just there...he was now lost in fantasy and was convinced it was Tyson nailing him...and that's when he opened his mouth and screamed, the sound reverberating around the arena as his much-needed, white-hot release coated his abs and pecs.
That was an orgasm for the ages.
Fuck.
He lay on the cold, hard lino, sated. His troubles melting away as he gasped and panted.
Sheamus pulled out.
He hadn't heard himself get openly stabbed in the back.
He pulled his black trunks back up.
He kneeled down next to the content Swiss.
"Feel better?" he whispered.
"Oui," gasped Cesaro, "Ich liebe dich T..Stephen.."
Fuck. That was close.
Too close.
He pecked Sheamus, eyes closing to imagine it was Tyson. He was on a one-way plane to the darkest pits of hell for this.
"You should clean yourself up," whispered the Irishman.
"OK...you go ahead mon amour. I need to lie here a little."
"Don't let anyone catch you for God's sake!"
"I von't."
Sheamus wandered away, admittedly enjoying the dull ache behind his stomach that was the sign of great sex. If he hadn't shot his load at that precise moment, he would have realised the extent of Cesaro's shameless lies. Fate had just thrown the Swiss a lifeline at that moment and Sheamus was totally clueless.
Cesaro just lay there, imagining he was on a bed with Tyson. He would crawl across broken glass to be with that man. He'd never entertained the idea of bottoming for that hot minx but actually...what a hot thought. He could educate Tyson the true art of pleasing a man, and guide him through the experience. But first he would have to take Tyson's cherry - that Kidd had one amazing ass. One day. He was sure every man was bi-curious in some way.
His body betrayed him. Loudly. At least nobody could hear.
After the floor started to get extremely uncomfortable, the naked hunk picked himself up awkwardly and began to pull his trunks back on. Admittedly Sheamus being amazing at fucking played a big part in that. But he was totally besotted with Tyson. No denying it now. SHeamus showing up at Mania. Instigating sex...hadn't done a thing to push the puppy love from Cesaro's mind. His desire for Tyson was taking over his life. And after the way the Plastics just tore him to pieces...even begging Sheamus for hot, hard backstage sex hadn't changed it...he was head over heels. He should go put Sheamus out of his misery.
He couldn't go on like this.
He'd rather be single and pine for Tyson than lead Sheamus on anymore.
Bit late to develop a conscience mind, but there we go.
He had to tell him.
Deliver the coup de grace.
Oh how ironic. Fucking Balor crept in everywhere. Jesus.
Cesaro headed back into Catering. He wrapped his arms around Sheamus, peppering his neck with false kisses.
Just as Balor and Rhodes walked in. The toxic pair spotted this and made catty being sick gestures towards them, complete with a huge side order of stank-face. Thankfully Sheamus didn't spot them. But Cesaro did and he tensed.
Many members of the roster were present now. It was pretty packed in here and Raw was due to go on air soon. The air in Catering was crackling with tension. Many had the feeling that shit was abiut to go 0-100 within minutes. And plus all the leftover sparkle of another memorable Wrestlemania the night before might have had something to do with it.
Cesaro's eyes raked the room and eventually landed on Noble and Mercury with Rollins. Very close by.
Oh God.
Noble caught his eyes and scowled.
"Leave it," Joey was saying to the shaking Jamie.
"No...look at him, like I meant nothing to him," Jamie hissed.
"Please..." sighed Seth, "He's an asshole OK? Don't start any drama...please?"
"Listen to Rollins," Joey said, "Won't do you any good man and you could get fired."
"I don't give two fucks! He used me!" Jamie snapped, his cute Southern accent going higher in pitch the more pissed off he became.
"What's up?" asked Finn, who had spotted the unrest and walked over with Cody. Both of them itching to stir up yet more shit.
"Don't ask," Seth facepalmed.
"Cesaro's one self serving piece of shit huh?" Finn said to Jamie.
"Yes...he is, do you know what he did to me?" screeched the little Southerner.
"No.." Joey buried his head in his hands, "Jesus man you told everyone?!"
"It's cool," Seth said, "Blame me.,...I told Jonny...who must have told you guys, right?"
"Dean tells me everything," Cody said, "Jamie's innocent. Just a PAWN in CesarHo's twisted game cos he can't have Tyson."
"Guys...don't..." Seth realised what they were up to.
"Go tell him what you think of him, I would," Finn said, his eyes glittering with pure evil intent, "You're the road agent Noble. You deserve better."
Cody smirked beside him.
Oh yes. Jamie was wound up like a clockwork toy now. Any minute now he would start up.
Jamie sprinted over. He was SO done being shushed and quietened. He was a fucking road agent as well as part of a main event storyline! He was a VETERAN, damnit! He did not deserve be banged and thrown in the garbage by some hotshot of a tag champ!
Cesaro froze as he observed his life going down the pan right before his eyes. As soon as Balor and Rhodes approached Rollins and J&J, he knew that was it.
And that little pest Noble was already in front of him.
Oh fuck.
"THAT ALL I WAS TO YOU CESARO HUH?!" screamed Jamie, "A QUICK FUCK TO EASE THE PAIN WHILST HE WAS AWAY?!"
The entire room went deathly silent.
Sheamus' stomach turned to ice.
What the hell had he just heard?
He turned around slowly to see the furious, red-faced Noble. Staring Cesaro down.
He looked from the big Swiss to the little Southerner. Both of them silent.
Cesaro wasn't denying it?
What?!
WAS THIS TRUE?!
"Yes you vere," Cesaro hissed as the master of distress, Balor, strode over, failing to conceal his absolute delight at the havoc he'd just created, "So piss off und leave me alone."
"But Jamie wasn't who you really wanted was it you moral-less thot?" sneered Finn, "You used him as a testbed for Tyson Kidd. See if you could pull a married guy."
Sheamus almost threw up in his mouth.
Cesaro looked like a cornered rat.
He was gasping. His eyes wide. His mouth agape.
Finn was folding his arms. Well, the Coup De Grace was his finishing move.
He turned to Sheamus and shot him his best sympathetic face.
"I didn't want to tell you mate but he was so blatant. The whole roster bar yourself and Natalya can see that he wants to fuck Tyson Kidd," he said, "And look. He's not denied a thing. He doesn't love you. He's just using you."
Perfectly delivered, if he did say so himself. Game. Set. Match.
The silence in the room was so thick it could have been sliced and served with afternoon tea. Everyone was looking at Cesaro, Noble, Finn and Sheamus.
Nobody moved a muscle.
Sheamus was glaring unblinkingly at all three men in front of him. From the fuming Jamie, to the mostly-sympathetic-looking Finn, to the truly cornered Cesaro.
A few people shuffled out, expecting a brawl.
But Sheamus didn't have his usual 'you'll get yer 'ead kicked in' demeanour going on now. In fact he looked very sad. Defeated. And for a big man like him, this was some feat.
"All this time you've been going on at me...?" he hissed to Cesaro, "And you've been..?"
He looked once more from Cesaro to Noble.
"You bastard..." Sheamus continued as Cesaro opened his mouth but no words came out.
The tension was at breaking point now.
And then suddenly an animalistic bellowing roar of frustration and rage split the air and Cesaro was blinded by one hell a punch to the face, knocking him backwards and sending him flying to the floor.
"WHAT ARE YOU ALL FUCKING STARING AT?! HUH?!" screamed Sheamus, eyes stinging with humiliation.
He threw the food table onto the floor, causing various plates and bowls to go everywhere and stormed out of the room, leaving a ringing silence in his wake.
Nobody bothered to help up Cesaro.
This was all that needed to be said as it's almost a fortnight since Mania now! As I post this up (Thursday night) WWE are in Dublin and we know what that means ;) Finnade feat Sheamus next chapter...so did Wade get the green light to make cutie pie Finn the happiest boy in the world? Plus Sheamus could use some cheering up after what happened in Fresno..I always wanted it to be Finn to snatch Cesaro's wig, and his finisher is the coup-de-grace so how appropiate...plus literally as I posted this up, Nattie put up a selfie of her and Finn and they BOTH LOOK FLAWLESS.
Who do you think Miz's latest dick-on-a-stick is? Answers on a postcard, please.
Sorry for the long intro too! Hope you liked it xx