When Raw Wraps OR Total Superstars

by DashingJetBlack

When the cameras go off, a whole new set of stories and dramas unfold. Unofficial sequel to Champs' Choice and Joshing For Position. Set in the same universe as most recent 1 shots. Following the lives of main roster (and NXT) couples and what mischeif they get up to backstage. Multi pairings, mostly slash; featuring Centon, Ambrollins, Samdrian and many, many more.

34. Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Amazed how many enjoyed the Centon insert considering it was a bit of a token one. Nobody else happy for Finn & Wade? :'( Just kidding.

Really liked Raw in London. And because bae FInn was *THIS* close to debuting. And guess who saw to that not happening? ;) Yep. Wade. THEY DID MEDIA TOGETHER ON TUESDAY. Finny wants to out them. AWWWWW. Which means he and Coddles will be together again to cause more hell for the basics. Yep.

As you may guess, this chapter is EXTREMELY Finnade-heavy. But don't fret, Centon are there too! You may never look at Randal the same way after this chapter...;)

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O2 Arena, London, England.

Wade Barrett was parking up his hire car. Tonight was going to be a good-un. It had certainly been an eventful tour thus far. Belfast...hmmm. Wow. He forgot that keeping up with Sheamus' capacity for beer was a bad, bad idea. Especially when they wound up in a bar that did half-price shots. Hangover from bloody hell the next day. And a pissed off boyfriend to boot.

Today also marked the first time he was seeing his mates John and Randy since being given the ultimate green light for his future. He hoped certain people (Cody) hadn't ran their gobs off. But he had only told Sheamus about THAT. SHeamus wasn't a gossip. Too manly.

"We not going in?" came the cute Irish accent of Finn Balor.

"Yeah alright, keep your knickers on," huffed Wade.

"I don't wear them," Finn sucked his thumb naughtily.

"Yes I know," sighed Wade.

Finn was holding a bunch of roses. Well Wade had been a romantic sod this morning. And he secretly loved watching the Irish cutie melt whenever he, the big Brit, presented him with flowers. And because he was only just coming out the doghouse for getting wankered with Sheamus despite being given permission. He'd even been denied sex.

And Finn was regretting that decision immensely. He was CRAVING a good seeing-to. He hadn't been touched since Belfast. But as Wade had brought him flowers...he decided that he'd been mad at him for overdoing it long enough. And anyway, YAY. Finally he could play with Cody as all the roster was here!

Yes. He was a 33 year old professional wrestler with a 15 year career and he 'played'. Judge him all you bloody well like.

Wade switched off the engine and climbed out of the rental, opening the boot and taking out the bags before being the perfect gent and opening the passenger door like a chauffeur.

Finn climbed out, holding his bouquet of roses.

"Thank you," he simpered, openly kissing Wade.

Wade just smirked as he always did and offered his arm, escorting his extremely-wanted piece of arm candy inside the former Millenium Dome, signing them both in.

"Did you ever go here when it was the Millenium Dome?" asked Wade as they made their way along the corridors.

"Yeah. Was shit," Finn said, "Well, I was a bit old really. I was 19."

"Me and a couple of mates thought we'd check it out. Realised we should have brought kids," Wade remarked.

"Maybe one day we could bring our own here to watch a concert of some sort," Finn's eyes went all wet and he had the cutest sappy smile on his pretty face.

"You," chuckled Wade.

"You were so good with my nieces," Finn sighed, "You'd be such a great father.."

"Let's not run before we can walk, huh," Wade said.

The superstars' locker room was clearly marked and a pretty ravenette was already waiting outside it. Cody was still in his street clothes plus his Off-Duty Glasses. Yes Finn HAD borrowed them for some sexy role-play (class geek screws the rebellious jock) with Wade and had returned them unscathed.

Cody's blue eyes lit up as he clocked his new bestie. He wanted ALL THE DETAILS.

"FINNY."

"YAY!"

Finn handed Wade his roses and then sprinted into his best friends' arms. Big hugs all round. The Irishman planted a walloping great smacker on Cody's cheek.

"Missed you," he pouted.

"Missed you more," Cody replied, "Awwwwwww...did Wade buy you more flowers?"

"Yeah alright, don't go spreadin' it," Wade grunted.

"No man points needed here," grinned Cody.

Finn padded back over to collect his roses. Looking the absolute picture of cute happiness. Awww.

"Lemme get some water then we can catch up," he said before turning to Wade and kissing him long and deep. Cody just grinned. How fucking cute were they? Seriously. But first. He needed to pump Wade for the all-important details. As Finn happily scampered away to find some water, Cody rounded on the big Brit.

"What?" Wade asked but he was smirking as per usual.

"Tell me EVERYTHING," Cody said, "I want to know."

"What? The FA Cup standings? The fact that I won shitloads of dosh on the Grand National?"

"Ha. So thats what the YAAAAASSSSS tweet was about, not Finny Twaping you! No silly. What did Mr Devitt say?"

Wade rolled his eyes. Naturally.

"You ever breathe a word to Fergal before July and I will break your bloody neck," he snarled, "But yes. I have officially been given the blessing. Or permission."

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..." cooed Cody, "July?"

"Yup...his birthday. Did you not know it. Call yourself his best mate, ha! Gonna do it then. But you tell ANYONE..."

"Lips sealed Wade, pinky promise."

"For fuck's sake..."

Wade reluctantly shook pinky fingers with Cody. He reached into his sports bag and pulled out a box. It was a ring he'd bought in Dublin. Sheamus was actually not as useless as the Brit had thought as a helping hand in this romantic shit.

Cody took it and examined it. It was classy. White gold with a blue sapphire in it.

"Wow...it's beautiful," he breathed, "Good job. Keep that safe."

"I will, gonna lock it away once I get back home. Don't want him snooping."

"Have you thought about the wedding at all? I think you should have it in Ireland. Beautiful country."

"Steady on mate he hasn't said yes yet!"

"C'mon Bad News, you really think he'll say no? He probably already wants to have your babies! It's a pretty much given. It's even more obvious than whomever challenges Cena tonight losing."

Wade snorted.

"Who do you reckon it'll be?" he asked.

"Hmm. Let's think. I wonder WHO," Cody teased, "Your cute as fuck boyfriend. Blatantly debuting tonight."

"Ahh no," laughed Wade, "This is my country. I'm taking it."

"He'll cut your balls off," warned Cody, grinning, "HEY PAIGE! COME! LOOK AT THIS LATEST DEVELOPMENT!"

From halfway down the corridor, the English diva came running, in her usual black crop-top, skinny jeans and perfectly-placed Snapback atop her long ebony tresses.

"Oh hello there," she giggled, clocking Wade, "No pretty boyfriend?"

"He's going to find a vase," Cody explained, "LOOK! LOOK WHAT WADE HAS BOUGHT!"

He was hopping up and down on the spot like a child on a sugar high.

"What?"

"It's er..." grunted Wade, embarrassed, "Ring."

He showed it to her.

"AWWWWWW!" squealed Paige, clapping, "So did his Dad say you can marry him?"

"Yup."

"AWWWW! So when you gonna pop it?"

"July."

"His birthday? Oh my God...I'm turning into a fangirl!"

She clutched her chest over dramatically.

"AntiDiva points lost," smirked Wade.

She gave him the finger.

"You have to tell Samuel," she gushed.

"No way, Sami tells everyone everything," Cody pouted, "This should be strictly between us. Less know, the better."

"So you have got an adult brain in there somewhere," snorted Wade.

"Shut up."

Paige jumped at tap on her shoulder. Who was there?

"Hi Paige," grinned FInn.

Oh SHIT.

Wade and Cody exchanged looks. How much had he heard?

"What's everyone huddling for?" asked Finn.

"Oh nothing," Wade said airily, "I'm er...gonna...go see the lads...see you later..."

He kissed the cute Irishman on the mouth before sauntering away.

Cody sighed with relief. Close call.

But anyway.

"So," Finn said, arm linking in Cody's, "Never mind my happiness..."

"No. I want to know. You said you had photos," Cody said.

"Later, how was Texas?" asked Finn.

"I told you last week..."

"Only the edited version."

"Told you the best bits..."

Finn gave Paige a cute grin.

"Oh...is Little Cody hiding things from me?" she said.

"No..." Cody looked sheepish.

"After the Raw in Texas, Coddles went back alone to his hotel and Mathews was there. They had mind blowing sex and then Coddles asked Josh to be his hubby..."

"I hate you..." pouted Cody.

"Awwwwwwwww..." cooed Paige, patting Cody on the head.

"It was post-sex loose tongue syndrome," Cody mumbled, "I'm already married...and it doesn't count as no ring and it was the bottom asking the top."

"But Mathews said yes," Finn teased.

"I can't tell you anything can I?" Huge pout. "I will kill you if you even mention this to Brandi. Joshy said one day. When we can. So it's guaranteed. I wanted it to be on a special day. Joshy getting on one knee...humph."

"Who cares how it happened?" gushed Finn, "I'm already fantasising about the day Stuart proposes.."

"Who says he is, you've only been with him four months," lied Paige.

"I just know...my family adored him. And it's weird, he took dad to the pub alone for a little while."

"ANYHOO," Cody said loudly, "You haven't missed anything sadly. But there's basic bitches here."

He led Finn out towards gorilla, out of there and through to the ring. It was the best place to chill while the show was being put together.

The black FX4 taxicab and red phonebox, usual for WWE's English shows, were already on the stage.

"Meh, Basicaro's boring to me now," Finn said, opening the phonebox and climbing inside. He picked up the reciever, pretending to dial, before placing it to his ear, "Hello is that the RSPCA? There's two mangy stray dogs called Corey and Mike and they need to be euthanised and put down."

Paige and Cody howled with laughter.

Cody took a photo of Finn in the phonebox. He looked so adorable.

"You forgot Brad," he said, sending the snap to Finn's phone as the cute Irishman left the phonebox and happily perched on the edge of the stage. Finn's phone buzzed as he got the photo.

"I might put a wee tease on Twitter," he grinned.

"What? Get them all riled up at the possibility of a debut?" Paige asked.

"Seems legit. We're in the UK. Cena's open challenge," Cody said.

Finn was tapping out a tweet and attaching the phone.

"You hardly ever tweet," Cody remarked, "The most I've ever seen you tweet was in Dublin."

"Prefer Instagram," FInn replied, "Also. Less rods to beat me with. You've seen True Ring Rat Dirt. They dig up old tweets to shade people. Like Renee."

"Seen it? I've suffered it. Half the submissions are Dean!" Cody said, "Trolling that sad sack of shit who runs that mess rag is his favourite hobby save for underwear shopping. And I know they dig shit up. But at least they proved Zamboni Zawhora Zero is a nasty hobag. They reckon you'll be the next Dean in terms of crazy fangirl stalkers."

"Yep, I see that too, it's already happening," Paige smirked, "I reported some mad bint on Instagram just last night for fabricating a relationship with you."

Finn looked un-nerved. But part of this next step in his career, he guessed.

"Why can't they just enjoy the wrestling?" he pouted, "I'm sick of these people who aren't a fan of my work but just fans of my abs."

"They are very amazing abs," Cody grinned.

"I always try and retweet and regram all the fan art of me," Finn said, "Is that not enough?"

"Some of them won't stop until they get you in their hotel rooms...as in some will give security blowjobs to get to you...don't worry, we'll protect you," Paige said as Finn blanched.

"Plus you have your own personal bodyguard and heavy," COdy grinned, "In your lovely possible future hubby...ooh who said that...HAHA!"

A high-pitched Stardust laugh.

Paige thumped him.

---

Mike The Miz was in the locker room, clutching a Harrods carrier bag. He'd been in heaven - the world-famous boutique and food hall in Knightsbridge was just SO him. And he'd bought something perfect to add that extra bit of fancy to his entrance attire. Some Prada shades that were a limited edition of a very small production run. He'd had to provide three forms of ID before paying for them.

He pulled out the neat, dark navy case embossed with the logo of the design house.

"Oh yes..." he breathed, pulling out the sunglasses. Anthracite arms with gradient-tinted marron lenses, finished off by discreet Prada emblems on the front of the arms and a real diamond chip on the edge of each side of the frame. These would just look the bomb dot com on him! He gently placed them onto his face before taking a pouty selfie.

"Wow," Corey Graves remarked, "Your shade game is fleek."

"These are Prada," Mike sighed happily, "I had to go through a load of red tape to get them."

"Can I see?"

"Be careful!" Mike hissed as Corey took the sunglasses off his face and tried them on.

"Least let me take a selfie in them first?"

"I guess hunty. But they're mine."

"They those ultra-exclusive ones? Only 100 made?"

"Yup. Two thousand, five hundred pounds. Five thousand dollars roughly," Mike boasted, "Only the elite in this world will get to own these bad boys."

Corey was preening in his phone screen as he took some selfies. He carefully removed the shades and handed them to Mike who shoved them back onto his face.

"Hashtag dry spell," Corey complained, sitting back on the wooden bench.

"No luck talking Roman into it still?" asked Mike.

"I won't give up," Corey said, "So. Hunty. What's this I hear about you palling up with Cesaro and keeping him on speed-dial?"

Brad Maddox walked in at that point, well, swaggering in like he owned the joint. As per usual He clocked his cronies and sashayed over, his chinos barely containing his voluminious rump.

"He's great sex as long as I don't have to commit," shrugged Mike, "And we could use a heavy now AJ's departed. Oh hey there Brad."

"I miss her," lamented Corey, "Now we're stuck with Morticia, the Olsen Twins, Big Bird, Fattie, Generic Brand Rihanna, the ratchet queen, Ucette, All Red Mannequin and the stupid dancing Oz. Can't WAIT for Sasha or Charlotte to be called up. Bring some damn quality to this lacking division."

Brad sniggered nastily.

"You forgot Grandma Layla," he chimed in.

"Oh. That old hag. She's due back tomorrow. Hope she packed her Tena Lady," Corey spat with distaste.

"Look at the reaction Morticia gets in this country and that poor little shit gets crickets even when she wears the Union Jack," Brad laughed cattily.

Both Mike and Corey sniggered in agreement.

"So why you keeping Cesaro around hunty?" asked Corey.

"Like I said. A heavy. Protects us and gives me mindblowing orgasms to boot," Mike said, "And anyway, he hates the Kardashian Sisters AKA Balor and Rhodes as much as we do. He's helping me get a plan together to take them both down."

Brad and Corey roared with laughter.

"THe KARDASHIAN SISTERS? I'M SO DEAD!" Corey howled.

"OK he's in if he keeps that quality of shade," Brad snorted, "I prefer the Lisping Fishlips and The Hot Leprechaun myself but that is like sooo much more succinct. Talentless hacks only over for being pretty not for actual wrestling talent. Just like the real Kardashians."

"I thought I was the only who thought Balor is massively overrated?" Corey said, "I'd still climb that body though but having watched him work...he's boring as fuck. What's so special about him? His finisher is a fucking foot stomp! All because he crawls to the ring like a bitch on heat and wears body paint. Big fucking deal."

They began to make their way out the locker rooms and headed along the corridors out to the ring to go chill out for a while. All three sniggered as they spotted their two number one enemies sat by the phone box on the stage with Paige.

"Oh look boys, it's your fan club," deadpanned the Diva Of Tomorrow as she clocked Mike, Corey and Brad.

"Why is Minajbutt even here?" Cody snarled, "Why does that even still have a job?"

"Probably sucks off Carrano, I dunno," shrugged Paige.

As they watched the three bullies approach, Mike stood on the stage before extending his arms. He then started to crawl down the ramp, ass up, in other words, performing a really OTT impression of Finn;'s entrance movements to catty sniggers from Brad and Corey.

He stood back up at the foot of the ramp and extended his arms once more.

"Ohhh look at me," he said in a cruelly exaggerated Irish accent, "I have to get my ass out at Axxess to get over...I suck Guinness off of Triple H's cock...ohhh fiddle-de-fiddle-de-fiddle-de-DEEEEE."

He then got to his feet and performed a mocking jig dance.

"Nnnnnnn not at Mess trying to shade Finny," Cody sighed, "How pathetic. Got to give him some credit for trying I guess."

"Is he supposed to me?" Finn deadpanned, raising an eyebrow, "Bet Rory Bremner's panicking."

"Boys..." Paige warned, "Be the bigger men and don't react..."

"But dragging Mess is SO MUCH FUN!" pouted Cody.

"Especially when he usually shits himself or farts because he's lost all control back there due to the amount of dick he sits on," Finn said, "COME!"

He hauled Cody up and the two troublemakers went over to their nemeses. Paige just buried her head in her hands. She was being written out tonight so she could head back to the States and start filming the WWE Studios Christmas movie with...you guessed it, Miz. Bad enough she'd had to endure working with that irritant but if the boys didn't leave him alone, making the movie would be ten times harder as Paige knew Miz would make her life on set a living hell because of them.

Corey and Brad just sneered as Finn and Cody approached.

"Don't mind us, just here to ruin your day," Brad said.

"You ruin my day by still being alive sweets," Finn said, totally unintimidated.

"Two words, ass implants," Cody added, "Like who does that? Are squats really that difficult for a so-called pro wrestler?"

"MINE IS NATURAL!" screamed Brad.

"You might want to see a doctor because that's some freaky shit," Finn sneered, "It's totally out of proportion with the rest of you. Like an apple on a knitting needle."

"Don't hate my friends cos you'll never be them," Mike said.

"Can't wrestle, can't get over," Cody indicated Corey and Brad respectively, before pointing back at himself, "Multiple Tag Team Champion, two-time Intercontinental, and well, where do I start, NWA World Historic Middleweight Champion, three-time IWGP Junior champion amongst many others, wrestled all over the world...one of the best workers to have ever set foot in the squared circle.."

He pointed at Finn.

"I have held every single championship belt in this company bitch," Mike hissed back, "I mainevented Wrestlemania. Your argument as usual is flawed."

"Your face is flawed," Finn deadpanned.

"Damien does all your signatures better than you, and how Ric or Charlotte Flair haven't sued you for your botchy, reductive attempt at an iconic submission hold is beyond me," Cody added.

"You're one of the worst wrestlers, and I use the term loosely to describe your fat arse, I have ever had the misfortune to witness," Finn continued, "God help me if I ever have to face you."

"You're too scared," Mike squared up to him, "In case I may beat you."

"C'mon Mike, why are we wasting time with the Kardashian Sisters?" Corey sighed, pulling their leader away, "Two thirty year old nerds who cosplay because they can't think of a half decent gimmick. I mean really? Get some originality."

"Rich, coming from a walking sperm bank and Punk wannabe who's been forced into retirement and is now stuck at the commentary desk and bitching on Twitter," Cody spat.

"At least I have a job here, unlike let's see, what's-his-name...oh yes...Announcer Josh. Shading Jim Ross because he's bitter Vince was sick of his skinny bitch ass. I mean, how sad is that."

"You ain't shit, Keenan," snorted Finn.

"Totally," chimed in Brad, "And he's not even being paid. I mean, a men's fashion podcast?! What does the trash heap porcupine even KNOW about fashion? I thought you had to be hot to be a fashion podcaster?"

Cody was red in the face. Take shots at Josh in front of him and feel his wrath.

"C'mon sweets, leave these three ratchet hoochie mamas be," Finn said, "Two has-beens and a never-was trying and failing to be somebodies. And we're the sad ones?"

Cody stomped up to Corey and then got him in a headlock. He them promptly threw Corey down just like Ronda Rousey did to Triple H at Mania right on the hard steel of the ramp, causing a howl of pain from the pre-show panellist and NXT commentator. He then stomped hard on Corey's ribs for good measure and relishing the second yowl of pain.

"My fucking ribs..." gasped Corey.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" screamed Mike, getting in both Cody and Finn's faces, "You can't handle the truth, that's your fucking problem fishface!"

"Go and eat a fucking salad Kermit!" snarled Cody, "You know that green stuff in the bowls in Catering? You can eat it and it's got less calories than the thirty pies you eat as a snack three times a day."

"Only salad he knows is tossing the salad," Finn put in.

He oh-so-calmly stuck out his leg and tripped Mike up once more, sending the Awesome One flat on his face, his exclusive shades falling off. Finn, totally unaware about their high price tag, picked them up and snapped them clean in two.

A ringing silence fell. Brad stood gaping as Corey stuggled to his feet, holding his ribs. He took looked horrified as he realised what their enemy had just done.

"MY SHADES! I GOT THOSE IN HARRODS!" Mike screamed in horror, "THEY ARE UNIQUE! PEASANTS LIKE YOU COULD ONLY DREAM OF AFFORDING THESE!"

"Ooops..." Finn said casually, tossing the two halves that were once very rare designer over his shoulder like a discarded crisp packet.

Mike was white as he picked them up. They cost £2500! They were a VERY exclusive line. He'd had to call Harrods a week ago to reserve them! Only one of a hundred pieces distributed worldwide damnit! Balor was going to fucking PAY. BIG TIME.

"Spot of gaffa tape, be as right as rain," Finn said, "And while you're at it, get some for your mouth."

"You owe me two and a half thousand English pounds!" Mike hissed, "AKA FIVE THOUSAND BUCKS! I want it by tomorrow or I'm having you fired, bitch."

Finn sniggered.

Paige was watching all this with apprehension. Sometimes the boys didn't half like to make trouble that was really not needed.

"I will kill you!" Mike grabbed the front of Finn's merch tee, absolutely apoplectic with rage.

"Take your fat, sweaty mitts off me," Finn looked more like he'd trodden in something particularly unpleasant than having a 230 pound man in his face and grabbing his shirt. He shoved Miz off himself quite easily.

---

"Oh fuck yeah..." groaned Randy Orton. This was so naughty...but John had been crabby on the journey here and so the Viper knew there was only one way to cheer his big man up.

He looked up at the mirror above their bed on the tour bus. His tanned body on all fours. Ass up. John's powerful thighs smashing against his. They'd been fucking for ages now.

"Take it Orton..." snarled John, "Fucking take it.."

"Ohh fuck...FUCK..."

"Fuck...yeah...fuck yeah...gonna nut..." John hissed. He'd been edging for a while now and couldn;t hold it much longer. His fingers dug into the copper flesh as Randy took every thrust and smash to his prostate with hungry lust.

"Yeah...fuck yeah John...deep inside me!"

Randy clenched his hole tight around John as the big hulk slash US CHampion began to pound hard and fast, urging his climax upwards...yeah...John's grunts were increasing in volume...bit more...take it Orton...clench that sweet ass...fuck yes...good man...good man...

John roared like a bear as he drove deep inside Randy, shooting his much-needed climax right inside the Missouri native, Randy taking it with bassy groans. Oh yes. Nothing beat the feeling of John exploding inside him.

"Damn.." gasped John, holding Randy still as he basked in the afterglow, still buried inside the hot, six foot plus body.

Randy was a little pissed John had cum and he was still high and dry. But he was here to please his beloved. He looked at the 'RKC' promise ring on his finger.

"Fuck...oh shit...sorry Randal...you're not done.."

"I can wait," Randy sighed.

"No no," John said, pulling out, "Lay back. Nikki suggested something...can;t believe she's nosing in our sex life..."

"No she shouldn't...stupid silicone bimbo," spat Randy, rolling onto his back.

"Close your eyes," smirked John.

He reached under the bed and pulled out an Agent Provocateur bag. Inside was a Rampant Rabbit. Kinky? Yes. Girly? Maybe. But John couldn't wait to see Randy's reaction. Bring a new dimension to the bedroom. Changing it up.

"What the fuck? A vibrator?!" Randy said incredulously, "I'm not a fucking chick Cena!"

He indicated his semi-hard cock.

"Oh shut up yapping and open your legs," John said.

"You are not putting that thing anywhere..."

John coated two fingers with the menthol lube and inserted them into Randy to give him that cooling tingle he so craved.
And then switched the toy to 'turbo mode'.

Slowly he inserted it into the younger man.

"OHHH FUCK!" gasped Randy as he felt his prostate get stimulated. OK maybe there was room for GIRLS' sex toys in their manly bedroom...oh fuck don';t stop! He was writhing and gasping as John got to work on him.

John was almost getting hard again just watching how this was affecting big tough Randy. THe Viper was slithering all over the bed, long inked arms flailing, his muscular, long legs kicking as his prostate got tortured.

Randy was fighting SO fucking hard not to jerk his cock feverishly. if this thing made him cum unaided he was officially a chick with a dick. But who the fuck cared when it felt this good? He was getting close already.

John continued to stimulate and please his boy. Oh yeah. He wanted to film this. Big tough Orton at the mercy of a vibrator. Such a dichotomy. But oh so fucking hot.

"Ohhhh Johnny..." gasped Randy, so close he could burst.

"C'mon baby," rasped John, roughly kissing Randy on the lips, "Fuckin bust that nut for me...don't hold back..."

Randy was convulsing and writhing...oh fuck...he was going to come.

He fucked the air as he screamed in pure pleasure, the burning too much for him as he exploded all over himself...it never seemed to stop...wow...oh wow...if he was ever away from John for a night...he knew what he was doing. Fuck.

He sank into the bed. Covered in his own release and completely and utterly satisfied. John deftly removed the toy from his other half and discreetly wiped it down before stashing it under the bed. He lay next to Randy and stroked the crewcutted head. Randy kissed him softly and took John's hand with the ring on.

"Wow...love you Johnny," he rasped bassily.

"Enjoy that?" smirked John.

"I haven;t cum like that since my birthday," Randy sighed, "OK I guess I owe Nikki one.."

"Good man," John said, "Now...only trouble is...we have to go to work."

"Can't I just call Carrano and say I'm sick?" Randy complained. His legs were jelly and he really thought he was stuck to this bed for the forseeable future.

"Nope. Come on Randal. I need to interrogate Barrett."

"Why? So what. He went to freaking Ireland? Big whoop."

"Randal. Don't be a bitch. He's a buddy."

"Fine. But just so you know Cena, you are tidying this fucking bus before we leave London. Or else I'm selling the jockstrap shots you posed for me to TMZ."

"Oooh I'm scared," teased John, flashing the dimples, "And I'll sell the self-fuck videos you made of yourself."

Randy leaned up to slip his briefs on up his perfect tanned legs.

"Might make a few more if that thing makes me cum like that again," he said, reaching for a t-shirt.

"Shower you filthy animal," John mock scolded.

"Nope. Your pheromones beat any cologne," grinned Randy, pulling on some jeans clumsily as his legs were still slowly recovering from that earth-breaking orgasm.

John snickered and shook his head as he too re-dressed. He went to pull on his merch tee when Randy snatched it.

"Keep it off, gives me something to look at," he grinned.

"Come on, let's go do some work."

---

Wade Barrett was sat in Catering, reading The Sun's football pages.

"Alright mate," came Sheamus' voice.

"Wotcha," Wade grunted.

"Thought you'd be having a lunch date," teased the Irishman.

"Well with Rhodes around I can get rid of him for a while," grinned Wade, "Your fault he got pissed off at me."

"I didn't tie ya down and tip those shots down your neck!" Sheamus protested, "Grow a set."

"Sex ban as well as the doghouse," complained Wade.

"Well you know the drill," Sheamus smirked, "Oh look, there's Cena and the girlfriend."

He shuffled around to make room for John and Randy.

John pulled a chair out for Randy who sank into it with a hiss of pain on his abused ass.

"I'll take three guesses to what you've been doing," snarked Wade.

"And you've been getting Irish ARSE every night since we went on this god damn tour so shut the fuck up Barrett," Randy retorted.

Wade flipped him off.

"He's been sex banned," Sheamus teased, "Cos I got him trollied in Belfast."

John roared with laughter.

"Under the ol' thumb as you always say," he teased.

"Oh fuck off," Wade growled.

"Ignore Stuey, he's got something he wants to tell ya," Sheamus teased, "Ain't that right?"

"Nope. Shut up."

"Oh. What's this?" John said, "Oh yeah, you being in Dublin..."

"He met the family, Codes told me," Randy added.

"He what...bloody hellfire does he ever shut his fucking trap?!"

"All I know," Randy threw up his hands in defence.

"Big deal, I was introduced to Cowboy Bob a few months in and all," John assured him, "Man up and admit that you're in LURVE."

He and Randy flashed their promise rings.

"Oh fuck off the pair of you." snapped Wade.

"There was something else," explained Sheamus helpfully, "Stuey here took the old man out for a pint. Just the two of them to the local."

Instantly Randy smirked and John had the dimples going on. Wade knew he was in for torture.

"Awww I think I know what that means," John chortled, slapping Wade on the back.

"I asked his bloody dad for permission to propose. Happy?" spluttered Wade, cheeks pink at the loss of man points.

"Really? Congratulations man," John grinned, "That's freaking awesome!"

"Yeah, that is," Randy agreed. The promise rings had cooled his insatiable desire to get married - they were perfect enough whilst they still had careers. It was proof that one day John will propose.

"So man, you got a plan all set up?" asked John.

"Yup," Wade said.

"I helped him pick a ring. Pretty chuffed if I do say so myself," Sheamus said.

"Let's see it then," John said.

Wade showed them the ring.

"Nice man," John said, "Classy. So when."

"His birthday. Got 3 months. And if EITHER of you tell any of the other lads...I will bullhammer the living SHIT out of both of you..." snarled Wade.

"What do you take us for?" grinned John, "RANDAL. Take that smirk off your face."

"What?" Randy had such a shit-eating smile going on at that point.

---

"OH FUCK YEAH!" Corey Graves, still sore from Cody's UFC-esque throw to the ramp, was in the same side room as Mike the Miz was earlier, suit pants around his ankles and being fucked senseless.

Cesaro was balls deep inside the commentator. Mike was right, Corey was a hot fuck. Such a tight little ass. So dirty. But no Tyson. But hey, two willing bottoms who were willing to act as a cum dumpster for him until he finally found a way to entice Tyson into his bed were good enough right now. Whilst Balor was on the road the Swiss had shed all previous morals, figuring he had nothing left to lose at this point.

He pulled on Corey's quiffed hair and continued to pound.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna cum..." whined Corey.

"Go on, shoot it," snarled Cesaro.

"Fuck me missionary!" moaned Corey, easing himself off, kicking off his suit pants and shoes and laying on the floor, slim tattooed legs raised.

Cesaro kneeled between them and re-entered to resume pounding, Corey cursing and crying out in wanton pleasure. Yeah. Being a slut was THE BEST. All this dick on tap whenever you wanted it. And friends who were willing to share. Oh fuck...he was getting close. He thrashed on the floor as his orgasm approached.

Cesaro held Corey's legs apart as he continued to wreck the company bicycle, not caring how many had been there before him. Images of Tyson flooding his brain. Oh yeah. He'd love to pound Tyson backstage whilst his wife was in the building, unaware...Tyson screaming for more of this forbidden act...

That did it...Cesaro growled and drove deep inside Corey, exploding and filling the condom he was wearing, just as Corey screamed like the common whore he was and sprayed his tie with his release.

"Ohh man..." gasped Corey, "Mike was right. You are fantastic!"

"I aim to please," smirked the Swiss, leaning down to roughly kiss him, "So am I in the group now.."

"Oh sweetie you can have anything you desire with a dick game like that!" moaned Corey, licking his lips.

Cesaro pulled out and peeled the used condom off, knotting it.

"Nowhere to toss it," Corey said, scanning the room.

"I'm keeping it. I might throw it in Balor's lunch," Cesaro grinned, pulling his trunks on.

"I like you even more. Welcome to the club," Corey beamed, pulling his briefs back on along with his suit pants. He made himself more decent, doing up his jacket to hide the soiled part of his tie.

"Anyvun who hates ze Kardashian Sisters as much as me is worth befriending," Cesaro said.

"And that. Legendary. Best insult ever," Corey said, "Mike told me and I was screaming."

"It's vot they are. Talentless and use their looks to get by in zis business," Cesaro said.

"So what's this great plan of yours?" asked Corey.

"Honeytrap Barrett," Cesaro smirked.

"Yas," hissed Corey with relish, "PICK ME! I'd love another go on that hot fucking Brit. And then gloat about it to Devitt! I mean, I'm never gonna get to sit on those hot as fuck abs so I may as well screw his dearly beloved and then drink his heartbreak tears after."

---

Paige and Her Boys were sat in Catering. Finn had easily seen off Miz's pathetic attempts at intimidating him and was now making himself quite comfortable on Cody's lap, dressed in his ring attire (no underwear as usual! Well, Wade was here after all!) and his sparkly red kick-padded feet on the table.

Cody wished his bestie would wear some more modest trunks if he was going to insist on using him as his personal armchair though.

Finn put his arm around Cody lovingly and snuggled. Awww.

"I am really starting to worry about the two of you," remarked Paige.

"Friends can't be this close? Lasses cuddle all the time," Finn replied.

"I can see your bloody arse cheeks," Paige said.

"Mevlar is so nice to sit on," Finn grinned cheekily, moving to expose more side cheek to her, the minx he was.

"Then wear some," pouted Cody, "Preferably some that covers your hungry ass. What must Wade think, you sitting on me with your almost-bare ass."

"Because not even a semi sweets," Finn said casually, "Ohhh man...wouldn't it be wonderful to debut tonight. I could be here all the time..."

He fumbled for Cody's hand.

"Just out with it boys. Do you both want to lowkey shag one another?!" Paige spluttered.

"No!" they both said in unison. Friends couldn't be close?! Just because they were men?

"I think it's misandry that two best friends can be lads and not show one another how much they value their friendship," Finn stated, "When lasses hold hands, share beds, kiss and touch without wanting to sleep with each other."

"Because all men have their brains in their dicks," Paige smirked.

"Not us, our brains are in the back," Cody beamed.

"By the way, I read something," Finn said, picking up Cody's iPad and typing in 2511 (Josh's birth day and month - bless. Cody was so predictable) to unlock it, "I saw it on Cosmopolitan..."

He was scrolling Safari.

"Ahh there it is. Work. Are you too busy to have an orgasm?" he read.

"Orgasm? I haven't blown my nose since Wednesday," lamented Paige. Summer being on the same leg as Finn, Wade, Sheamus et al had not been easy for the young English girl! And they were writing her off for a while tonight. In her homecoming Raw for 2015.

"That survey is flawed," Cody said, "Obviously the writer of that hasn't worked in pro wrestling. Work sex? Piece of cake. Hey...stop fidgeting bitch."

"Soz. Exactly. Too busy to get laid? What a sad, miserable existence that'll be..." Finn grinned. He was wriggling a bit too much on Cody's lap.

"Ask Sami," sniggered Cody.

"Hey!" snapped Paige, "Don't be mean."

"His hole must have closed up by now and Adrian's down here with us," Cody grinned, "Poor Sami."

"Pac never talks to us since he got called up," Finn pouted, "Is he too good for us now?"

"I think we should change that," Cody said, "What if Mess sets his sights onto him?"

"Oh NO," snarled Finn, "Jabba The Hutt is not going near Pac. Not on my watch. OK excuse me sweets, this is driving me barmy.."

He reached into the crotch of his trunks and pulled out the remains of Mike's broken shades. Ow the arms were digging in. Hence the fidgeting.

Paige's eyes widened.

"How did...I don't even want to know..." she sighed.

"Swiped them when I threw his sweaty rolls of fat off my tee," Finn said, shrugging, "Anyone got anything I can smash 'em with?"

"Your feet?" suggested Cody.

"Course. Oooopppsseeee!" He stomped on the lenses of the shades, causing the ultra-expensive glass to shatter.

"Two and a half grand sunglasses," Cody explained to an open-mouthed Paige, "One of a hundred exclusive pieces distributed worldwide. Bought from Harrods by special order."

Paige shook her head. Their collective lust for schadenfreude did seem to be increasing at an unhealthy rate. Admittedly Miz was a thorn in the side for many people at WWE but still...she was starting to feel sorry for Miz a little.

"I think we should give them back to him," Finn said, "I feel bad, sweets."

"Yeah. Broken and coated in your ball sweat," giggled Cody, "Anyhoo. PICCIES. From Wade Meets THe Fockers!"

"HEY!" Finn thumped him, "I love my family."

"I'm only playing. Sowwy." Cody sucked his thumb and gave him big innocent eyes.

Finn picked up his phone. Cody saw the lock screen. ANd immediately melted. It was a photo of Wade and Finn (the one from Wade's iPad) on the sofa, both smiling. The picture of perfect coupledom.

"Awwwww..." he cooed.

"I'm gonna get that photo printed," Finn sighed, "One for the mantelpiece, and one for my wallet. Paige! Come see.."

Paige moved into a chair next to them, her nostrils now filled with both their colognes. For all their mischeif she loved 'her boys' and wouldn't change them for anyone!

It was a cute and happy twenty minutes as Finn scrolled through every photo on his phone taken back in Bray, explaining happily who everyone was. And any outside photos, he would gush enthusiastically where they were, and their significance to his background. His Irish pride was hugely evident. He was beaming from ear to ear. He also showed them some photos from the day before Belfast, where he went into Dublin (with Wade of course, duh) and showing them his old haunts.

"Thought you had your weave trimmed," Cody giggled as Finn showed him the photo he tweeted that was taken in the barbers' shop he used to frequent when he still lived in Ireland.

"Always gone there for my fade for as long as I can remember," the cutie explained, "And I got them to smarten up Stuart."

"Thumbscrews on him already, I like it," giggled Paige.

"This is us at my favourite caff," Finn went on, "And then this is us on the beach. Oh woof...isn't he just FIIIIINE AS FUCK?"

He was indicating a photo of Wade on Bray beach, giving the thumbs up to the camera in swimshorts and shades, smirking in that usual way he did and generally oozing blokeyness.

"Next time," he said, "Maybe November...I want you two to come. Meet my family."

"Awwwww...you little sweetheart.." Paige ruffled his hair.

"I mean it, you're like a little sister and brother to me...you've both been so amazing and nice to me, not just kissing my arse because of me being..."

"The Great Prince Devitt?" teased Paige, "You think people do that a lot?"

"Yep, I've been used so much in the past, not just for sex but by so-called mates too," Finn said sadly, "People just see my abs, hear my name and don't want to get to know the real me. They just want a piece of me as a trophy. It was Generico that persuaded me to get a visa and sign here. We go back years. And the fact that Stuart was here...and Hideo too.."

"You two must have met before you came here," Paige said, "British indies. Wade used to work in Wales."

"You know," giggled Finn, "It's been bugging me for ages now. But I think we might have. Not sure. I mean, when I saw him debut in 2010 I was literally moist. I was like...'helllooo! Eye candy! Rough Northerner? Gimme!'"

"You not talk about that sort of stuff?" asked Cody.

"Well...sometimes," giggled Finn, "Still pinch myself sometimes. Can't believe he'sa ctually mine. And now I have Britani Knight and Cody Rhodes as my best friends too."

"Cody Rhodes sucks, Stardust rocks...hehehehe...so spill," Cody said, "Have you two met before here?"

"A couple of times," Paige said.

"Knew it," Cody beamed.

"Well mum thought you both were just the cutest," Paige smiled, "Even though she knew exactly who you both were."

"She's awesome," Cody said, "Like, seriously. She's one BAM. Bad Ass Mother."

A vision in wavy golden blonde glided over and Paige went pink. Summer Rae in ring attire.

"Hey boys," she said, "At last..."

Her and Paige kissed passionately.

Both boys literally looked like two kids - like if two little girls met Elsa. That level of excited.

"She's been missing you," Cody teased.

"Shut up," Paige mumbled.

"I think it's our cue to leave, Sweets," Finn grinned.

"I don't smell do I?" Summer said.

"No...we just...thought you two might want to be alone..." Cody mumbled.

"Plenty of time after Raw," Summer whispered, making blazing eyes at the raven-haired Brit girl.

"But it's Paige's last night! In her home country!" Cody whined, "We wanted to go out and get into Brie Mode!"

"We did that last night!" Paige said, "I told you...I moved it a day forward because I'd be busy tonight."

"I understand," Cody grinned, before licking between two of his fingers. Both girls flipped him the bird.

"C'mon," Finn climbed off COdy's lap and heaved him up, the ravenette complaining about dead legs.

"I just need to make a call," Cody said, stretching his legs, "Won't be long. Go find Wade."

"Kay," Finn said, and with a peck to Cody's cheek he scampered away to find his beloved Brit.

"Everything OK?" asked Paige.

"Worried," Cody said, "Imma call Sami."

He padded away with his phone.

Summer raised her eyebrows.

"I think it's because Prince is always all over him," Paige said.

"Ahh."

---

Cody was trying to find somewhere that he wouldn't be overheard. He didn't want to jeopardize his new found BFF friendship but he was really concerned about Finn's touchy-feeliness. Was he the pawn in some game?

He headed into a side room and shut the door. He dialled Sami.

"Hey.." came the redhead's voice, "How's it going? How's Ben?"

"Adrian's fine, think he's been hanging out with Sheamus," Cody said, "We haven't really had much to do with him. Sorry. Not to be shady..."

"Ben's a grown man," Sami said, "You and Fergal weren't expected to be his carers."

"It's him I want to talk to you about," Cody said, "Fergal..Finn.."

"What's up? You two haven't fallen out?"

"No...far from it...er...Sami. I don't wanna sound like an egomaniac but I think he lowkey likes me...but won't admit it...just...with...stuff with Wade...I dunno. I don't wanna offend him because he kinda scares me to be honest."

Sami chuckled.

"Awww...honestly? I can totally see it, I've had this before from folk who aren't used to Fergal's ways. I know him inside out. And I can honestly say you can remove all protection. He doesn't want to sleep with you. He talks about you a lot...not as much as Barrett naturally but he always says how amazing you are to him and how much he likes you."

"In what way?"

"As a friend, Coddles. As a best friend. Brother."

"But he sits on my lap all the time...holds my hand, pecks me.."

"He's like that. I told you. He loves hard. Boyfriends AND friends. He's been hurt a lot by pricks trying to ride his coattails and cash on his name. He's been like that with me for ages. It just means he trusts you. So when he gets someone he thinks is a legit friend, he does go a bit OTT. He's all bravado but underneath he's a big softie. Don't worry."

"Thanks Sami...I mean, we;'ve had a couple of kikis on the road when he's been here but nothing scandalous. It's lounge pants and separate beds all the way. But he's got loads of friends and I can't see him being all over them.."

"Different if you're gay," Sami reminded him, "He's not a slut. Well, he sorta was but that was because dickheads used him for sex. I've mopped up many tears in my time. Think of it as this. He';s got your back for life. Don;t meet many genuine buddies in this business do we?"

"No...I know more than anyone.."

"And anyway Coddles, trust me. You are not, in any way, his type. Even on the indies, he always went for the, shall we say...roughnecks. He likes them manly. Bit of BO, facial hair, body hair. Man sweat. And big. No shade on you by the way. Remember he's bi, not gay."

"Yeah I know. So am I to be honest. Well bi for one girl. My wife. Makes sense he and you had a thing. You're manly...well to look at anyway hehehe. And hairy."

"Keep digging sweetie," teased Sami, "I miss you both."

"Sorry we've not been talking to Adrian much...feel really bad."

"Has Ben made any effort with you? No. Don't feel bad! And don't worry about Fergal. Just humour him. He's the best at hugs so if you're feeling crappy, he's the best to have around. What do you actually think of him...honestly?"

"He's like me...we've gotten just so close. Only way to describe it. We read the same comics, like the same movie franchises...we have our own private in-jokes already...hehe it's all Marvel stuff that nobody else gets hehehe. Oh...he uh...does a lot of my...traits."

"He tends to," Sami explained, "Honestly. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. Means he likes you."

"And I'm just a teensy bit scared of him," Cody admitted.

Sami howled with laughter.

"I get THAT a lot too. He's got a really sharp tongue yes...he's a survivor. Bark is worse than his bite. But if you do piss him off or upset him, you best start planning your life insurance because he will tear you down piece by piece. How's Cuntsaro getting on?"

"Hehehehehe...shits his pants every time he sees us! Finny has made him cry at least twice."

"THats my boy..." Sami said proudly, "I was wrong to ever think Claudio was nice after what he did to me and made me do. ZaWhora doesn't stop bitching about Fergal.. Which means he's got under her bitch-ass skin. Sucks you have Rat Skank plagueing your lives."

"Meh. I threw that trashbag onto the ramp earlier. Bruised him. By the way, CesarHo is now part of that little gang. Miz, Graves, Maddox. YEEEEEUCH."

"QUELLE SURPRISE!" Sami screamed in fury, startling Cody, "Birds of a feather flock together."

"Omigod Sami it was HILAR earlier hehehehe...Finny tripped Mess up and snapped his apparently expensive shades. He swiped them and hid them in his trunks before stamping on them. Mess was PRESSED AS FUCK."

"Oh Fergal," Sami sighed, "You can tell he's settled now. He is a bit of a law unto himself that boy. If you think he's getting too big for his boots, call me and I can take him down a peg or two. He tends to listen to me even if he'll go the grave swearing he's right when really he's wrong. Dunno why."

"You're very overbearing that's why Sami. Hehehehe."

"Anyhoo, I better let you get ready for Raw. I am all ready to see Ben slay. And possibly Fergal. That tweet he sent..."

"My idea," Cody said, "Even if he doesn't debut, gets the smarks distracted from bitching about Bitchface AJ for a bit. Can't wait to see you soon. Byeeeee!"

He hung up.

He felt reassured a little now. He wasn't used to having another close friendship like the one he used to have with Josh. He shut his eyes and tried to imagine himself and Finn screwing. Not even a rise in his pants. In the nicest possible way. He then cast his mind back to him and Josh having epic sex in Austin. Instant boner. OK. Phew.

Quick, think of something repulsive. Miz and Cesaro.

Yep that did it.

Cody padded out of the room and headed for the locker rooms to change.

---

Adrian Neville was sitting backstage, drinking some water after his awesome match with Dolph Ziggler. He was secretly glad Balor didn't debut tonight as the small amount of thunder he managed to generate since his main roster debut would have gone up in smoke and he'd have ended up as irrelevant as Adam Rose.

His phone was full of gushy texts from Sami.

A shadow fell across the Geordie that Gravity Forgot and he looked up.

"Well hey there Neville," grinned Mike The Miz, in some borrowed shades. He was planning brutal revenge on that nasty bitch Balor. When the little prick coughed up the five thousand dollars he owed him that was.

"Wotcha," grunted Adrian.

"You were in good hands with Nicky," Mike simpered, "You and he. Best for business."

"Thanks," Adrian replied, more interested in his phone. He knew from Sami, Cody and the rest that Miz was a badun.

"You're sooooooo hot...you really turn me on," Mike sighed, "THat body...on point."

"Sorry mate, taken," Adrian said, raising his eyebrows.

"Who? Sami Zayn? The guy also still seems to think he can be a Muslim whilst bouncing on a dick? Uh-uh. Fake. His happy-go-lucky shit is a front."

"Now just a minute mate..." snapped Adrian, pissed off at how Mike just came for Sami like that, "You know nothing about my relationship!"

"I know that Zayn's so-called friends have barely even noticed you're alive," Mike went on, his pearly whites flashing as he began to stir the pot, "Balor and Rhodes..AKA the Kardashian Sisters...I bet they laugh at you behind your back. I heard them. Calling you Mighty Rat."

Adrian flew to his feet.

"Prove it," he spat.

"I don't need to, the way they've totally thrown you under a bus. I bet you and Balor only spoke when calling spots in Ireland," smirked the Miz.

"He's not my bloody babysitter. Not that it's ANY of your business!" snapped Adrian.

"All I'm saying sweetie," Mike sneered under his shades, "You can tell a lot about a person by whom they keep company with. Zayn is besties with the Kardashian Sisters. How do you know he's just riding your dick and coattails when secretly he wants to sit on my ex boyfriend Cesaro?"

"Fuck off!" cried Adrian, disgusted. Who the fuck was he to claim shit about Adrian's personal life?! No wonder nobody liked Miz.

"You need a man who'd appreciate you," Mike whispered seductively, throwing the Brit back onto the chair and straddling him, deadweighting his 230 pound body, "I think you are hot as fuck and SO GOOD in the ring. Like seriously...you are a-mazing, Neville."

He shamelessly leaned in for a kiss.

"I. DON'T. THINK. SO!" came a bellowing Irish brogue that could only be that of a cutie from County Wicklow.

Mike found himself hauled bodily off the hapless Geordie and thrown roughly onto the lino as a fuming Finn, fresh from being oh-so-charmingly whipped from his debut by Wade at the start of the show, stepped in.

Adrian couldn't have been more relieved. Sami's best mate came through. Which was why he always respected Devitt. Loyal through and through.

"Looks like someone's not satisfied in bed," sneered Miz, determined to equalise after the breaking of the Prada shades incident, "Where's my five grand, Devitt?"

"Up my fucking arse you dirty little sket," snarled Finn, "I dunno how much more I can warn you before I lose my patience..."

STOMP.

Mike howled in pain, clutching his ribs.

"Mate...mate.." Adrian pulled Finn away as the angry irishman raised his foot once more, "Leave it...c'mon is he worth it?"

"Guess not," Finn shrugged.

He whipped Mike's new shades off his face.

And snapped them just like the exclusive Prada ones.

"THOSE ARE MY WIFE'S!" screamed Mike.

"Squish squish, bovvered?" deadpanned Finn, tossing them down the corridor with a light clatter, "He wouldn't touch you with somebody else's."

"Oh I think his bulge said otherwise," snarled Mike, determined to keep his bravado.

"What's goin' on?" came Wade Barrett's voice.

"Oh look the heavy's come to hit me, I'm soooo scared," Mike hissed defiantly, "Just remember Devitt, I was bouncing on that dick before he so much as kissed you. As was Corey. You're only following in our ass marks...he'll come back to me eventually...toodle-bye SWEETS."

With a truly evil sneer, the Miz picked himself up and sauntered away down the corridor, his jacket tails flapping in the light indoor breeze of the O2.

"FUCKER!" roared Finn.

Wade restrained him.

"Hey hey...what's all the rage..."

"Miz was sexually harassing me," Adrian explained.

"He'll go for anything in trousers mate, I wouldn;t take it to heart," Wade said, "Fergal...Fergal...love...calm it...please..."

"Iwannaknockhisfuckinblockoffandmakecurrywithit..." seethed the incandescent Finn. That Irish temper was in full flow.

"Jesus mate it's OK...it's my problem!" Adrian said.

"I'll catch ya up later mate yeah?" Wade said, calm but commanding. Adrian got the hint and scurried away to get changed.

Instantly the Brit's inner white knight burst forth and he hugged his flailing boy close, peppering his head with kisses.

"Calm...sssh...remember it's what he wants..." Wade hissed.

"Fucking...hate him..."

"So do most of WWE."

"I hate that you slept with him Stuart..." Sob.

Awwww.

Wade hugged him tighter.

"Yeah I regret it too...I had no idea I'd meet you though did I.."

"And you shagged Graves...you're gonna tell me you had Maddox too arent you..." *sob sob sob*

"I was desperate not suicidal...hey c'mon...sssh.."

"He thinks...*sob*...he can just stroll in here...take people's boyfriends...*sob* and throw them away like a piece o'shit..*sob*...you could do that to me Stuart...just like all the others.."

"Hey c'mon. I was only bantering with the US title thing...didn't want you to waste your debut by jobbing to that big old oaf Cena."

"He's my dream opponent Stuart..and you took it away. I'm mad at you."

He broke the hug and scowled (adorably) at Wade.

It took all Wade had not to snigger. Finn just looked like, well, Grumpy Cat.

"Are you? Are you really?" teased the Brit, and, not knowing what possessed him, began to tickle Finn, the Irishman letting out reluctant giggles..

"Gerroff...pissed off...no stop...*giggles*...please..."

"Nope...thank fuck for that he's smiling again..."

"Still mad. HARRRUMPH."

He stomped his foot and crossed his arms, sticking out his bottom lip.

OK that was so terrifyingly Cody Wade was stumped. Anyway what was the Brit here for...ah yes...this'll cheer Finn up.

"Actually just seen Carrano," Wade said, "I've got a shitload of media tomorrow, you know, being in my country and all that...and they'd like me...ah sod it. Do you want to come do it with me."

"WOULD I? HELL YES!"

"OOoofff..." Wade was squashed with armfuls of jubilant Irishman. Kisses showered his face.

"Omigod...dreamed about this. We can confirm our relationship..." His eyes shone.

"Steady on love...we've got an interview with the Independent. Talking about our careers..."

"Afraid I might reveal how fantastic in bed you are?" Cute smile. Kiss on lips.

"Shut up you."

"Give me something to shut me up then."

---

Wade wrestled the Irishman into their hotel room, connected by smouldering lips. Fuck he couldn't wait to get Raw over with and get Finn in the bloody bedroom. The sex ban was off because Wade said so. And no arguing.

He threw Finn onto the bed. The Irishman was removing his merch tee and kicking off his shorts and trainers. And obviously, no underwear. So he was already naked.

Wade tore off his own tee and lay on the bed next to him.

"Me rocks have turned to stone," he snarled as they resumed kissing, running his hands down Finn's ripped back.

"Got all night darlin.." whined Finn, "Take your time...please.."

"Says the lad who couldn't drop his knickers fast enough.."

Smirk.

"Oh come here..." A loud, desperate mewl and Wade was pulled onto Finn, lips devouring at his once more and arms locking around his neck.

Wade broke the kissing and rested his forehead against Finn's. Finn looked so beautiful like this. Wow Wade had gone dead soppy.

"Lay down darlin, want to take them off you meself.." moaned Finn.

Wade did so, laying on his back as those deft hands began to unbuckle his belt and slowly open up his jeans. He raised his arse as Finn pulled them down his long legs and off his ankles. Instantly Finn began to stroke the huge bulge in Wade's boxers, whimpering with need and staring deeply into Wade's eyes.

"Sit on me face," snarled Wade.

Finn shot him that devilish smirk he reserved only for the bedroom and straddled Wade's handsome, craggy bearded features and gasped as the big Brit began to eat his arse. He writhed and whimpered, not wanting this to ever stop. Foreplay could go on for hours if he had his way.

Wade moved his rough tongueing down to Finn's taint...mmmm...those fucking thighs...fuck yeah...Finn wriggled back to get more contact with his hole, his cock already leaking precum copiously.

"Ohhhhhh yes..." whined the cute younger man, "Don't stop...ever...ohhhhh yes darlin...you are amazing..."

With a naughty snap of his hips, he jerked, making his smooth bubble butt cheeks..clap. Wade just groaned with lust and spanked him hard. What a fucking minx. Seriously. If being best mates with Cody made Finn even wilder in bed, Wade was all for that shit.

"Again.." moaned FInn.

SPANK.

"More."

SPANK.

Finn gasped wantonly.

But he must please his beau in return.

He crawled forward, arse up...and pulled Wade's boxers down, the Brit grunting in relief at the contact at last. And then the hot little mouth devouring him right to the base. Fuck...deepthroating! What the fuck did Rhodes teach him at those bleedin' Kikis or whatever the fuck they were called?

Wade had to prise Finn from his cock otherwise his load was heading one way only.

Finn leaned over the bed sultrily to get the lubricant. Yes. At bloody last. A few days too long. He began to coat Wade's cock. Copiously.

He lay back on the bed, handing the lube to Wade and opening his muscular, ripped legs.

"Prep me darlin...you know I like that..."

Wade smirked down at the desperate mess beneath him as he kneeled between the open legs, resting the slim ankles on his shoulders. He coated two fingers and inserted them into the tight opening...enjoying the cute little mewls of relief as he did so.

He leaned down to peck those lips.

Finn's eyes sparkled with emotion and lust.

"Love you...so much.." he breathed between cute little screams.

"I love you too.." growled the Brit, lining up to enter the younger man. He slowly pushed in, enjoying the rather fem gasp that filled the room...yes...he'd missed that tight arse already...fuc yeah...slowly...slowly...all the way inside...Finn's arse cheeks flush with his abs.

"Ahh...ahhhh...aaaah..." Finn's mouth was open and his eyes glittering. His arms flew up around Wade's neck.

His legs locked tight around Wade.

He scratched viciously down Wade's back. Marking his territory. He had a bad feeling about this tour. Like someone was out to steal his man.

"Owwww...fuckin'ell.." hissed Wade.

"Mine..." Finn snarled passionately.

"Yours. All yours," growled Wade, touching their lips once more, "All mine..." he stroked Finn's pretty face.

They began to move, Wade kissing Finn's neck and enjoying the ahh-aahhs that were now filling the room.

"Ahhhhh! ahhh...ahhhhh...ahhh...oh baby...perfect...don't stop...please don't...ever...want...love...ahhh ahhh ahhh ...ahhhh..."

The smooth legs were locked tight but slowly rubbing with each jolt of pleasure that sizzled up Finn's spine.

Wade heaved the 190 pounder up so Finn was sat on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him. A single tear rolled down the Irishman's cheek. Wow. He felt LOVED. So loved. Their eyes locked as the cute 'ahh-ahhs' became louder and and louder.

Wade kept his grunts low and manly to let his beau take the vocal lead. Partly because Finn's whimpers (and screams) went straight to his cock. Fuck yeah. Music to his ears.

Finn was moving faster and faster, his high-pitched, fem gasps getting louder and more passionate. He hadn't had sex like this for what seemed like an age. Last few times had been naughty, dirty and hardcore. This was the romance. Stuff he loved...stuff he couldn't get enough of...

He continued gasping...

"I'm...gonna...cum..." he whined, almost sadly between 'ahh ahh's.

Wade thrust deep into him and kept still.

"Edge...good lad...good lad..."

"Ahhhhh...I just want to..."

"Nah. Make it last..."

Wade bit Finn;s lip.

On and on they went (mirroring though they weren't fully aware, of Josh and Cody in Austin, Texas last week), writhing and whimpering, both muscular bodies covered in dripping sweat and leaching testosterone all over the bed. Finn was making so much noise now and Wade could not fucking get enough...fuck yeah. He was just SUCH a good bottom...broken Irish spilling out between gasps..

"Ahhh aahh...ahhh..ahhh..."

"Fuck yeah...fuck...fuck.."

Heated kissing.

Wade snarled in agony as he felt those savage nails gouge more chunks out his back.

Wait...

Finn was really snapping his haps now, his gasps more pained than ever, his body drenched in sweat as he willed his much-delayed and badly-wanted orgasm upwards...scratching Wade's back constantly...he scratched extra hard down and felt wet as he drew blood...then across...and across a bit lower down, using his fingernails to carve an F into Wade's back. Marking Wade as his own. He licked the blood off his finger, keeping his intense, blazing gaze fixed on Wade who looked both shocked yet fucking turned on.

"You little..."

"Nobody else's...lips...bite,,,.ahhhh...ahhh...oh my baby I think ahhh...ahh... I'mn gonna...can't...last...ahh ahhh."

"C'mon...fookinshoot..."

"AAHHH...AHHH...AHhhhh...ahhh..."

Finn was now moving hard and fast, writhing with sheer blinding ecstasy...his whole body on fire...his very soul burning it's way up through him...he began to scream..

Wade was getting so fucking close just feeling and sensing in every way this sensual Celtic beauty who he was so lucky to marry...oh fuck...

A high pitched scream, barely passing as that of the male sex split the air, bassed by a deep masculine bellow as both of them collided head on with their climaxes...Wade drove so deep inside his boy...Finn was still coming...oh FUCK...wow...that...wasn't a mere orgasm...that was his whole fucking mind and body BLOWN...

Wade held his gasping and whimpering boy tight as they both recovered.

His muscular, beefy torso was coated with the younger man's epic release.

They fell onto the bed.

A slow, sensuous kiss.

Finn's hand clutched Wade's.

"That..." sniffled Finn, "Was the...most..."

"Don't say it," Wade grunted, "Relax..."

He could barely keep his lids open. And his fucking back was SORE. Ow.

---

Wade was whistling as he sprayed himself with aftershave, all ready for media today. He'd picked his favourite tight black tee that he knew made his boy weak at the knees. He wasn't really a suit sort of bloke (but when he did do the suit, he just oozed cool, gruff manliness) but this will do. Show off the guns and tats.

"C'mon Fergal!" he called, "We've gotta be there in halfhour!"

"Coming!"

The door opened and the adorable Irishman appeared, in fitted black jeans and a tucked-in, slim-fit black button down. He looked smart and as cute as buttons. Wade just grinned.

"How do I look?" Finn asked.

"Smart," Wade smirked.

"Should I have worn a tie?"

"Ya look good as you are. Now mush, we're gonna be late." Wade spanked Finn as the little cutie padded towards the door.

"Oww.." he complained. Bit tender back there this morning!

Wade just smirked even more. Oh yes. That was his doing.

"Hate that we couldn't go out to eat together," pouted Finn.

"Someone forgot to set the alarms."

"Why is that always my job? Anyway you shouldn't have worn me out."

"Like you'd EVER complain."

"No..." Finn's voice faded to a soft mew as his hand was taken in the corridor. He moved a slight distance from Wade so there was no hiding their holding hands. His entire body just glowed with happiness. Nothing could get him out this mood today. He wished he could just announce to the whole wrestling world he was Bad News Barrett's boyfriend.

"Morning lads," came a voice.

Sheamus was just walking back into the hotel from his morning run, a cap on his severely-cut head and his beard a wild mess sans braids. He was channeling all sexual frustration into his workouts and seemed to be doing the trick. Last night was pointing to a feud with Ziggler. Least he didn't have to work with someone who was his type. Helped this self-enforced abstinence from sex and men a great deal!

"Alright," Wade nodded.

"Breakfast date?" Sheamus asked.

"Nope, media...and they want us both. Together." Wade said.

"Careful ya don't give the wrong answers," Sheamus patted Finn on the head with a grin.

"Depends how hot the reporter is?" giggled the younger Irishman.

"Bloody hell.." scoffed Wade.

"I mean," FInn's eyes sparkled, "If he's hot then I might have to just REMIND him that Stuart is off the market."

"Under the ol'thumb," teased Sheamus.

"Oh piss off satsuma bollocks," huffed Wade, "Get yer sweaty arse out my sight."

"So kind," teased Sheamus, "Laters."

He went the other way, whistling random music to himself as the two were once more alone. Now they were really pressed for time.

---

It was a pretty fun morning, doing these interviews together. Wade was definitely grinning a lot as he looked back at his time doing the British indie circuit. It turned out that yes, he and FInn had actually met before, back in 2004 in Cardiff. Wade had chucked FInn and another indie wrestler called Tracey over the ropes. Finn had proper pouted and sworn revenge on Wade for that! (When really he wished he'd gotten a better look at Wade pre-Nexus and pre-WWE. Imagine...they could have been together over 10 years by now if he'd waited around. Never mind).

The interviewer for The Independent newspaper had spotted their too-frequent touching (well Finn's mainly as the Irishman was extremely tactile, especially off-camera) and had asked, off-the-record, if they were a couple. Before Wade had a chance to catch his breath (;)) Finn had dived right in and defiantly said YES, they were. And very happy. And that the reporter was not to leak that for a cheap scoop.

The interviewer HAD asked them a few questions about their relationship, just how long they'd been together, and if other colleagues accepted them, blah blah. Finn had said, with the cutest naughty smile that if the interviewer thought gayness and wrestling were mutually exclusive, they were very wrong!

They'd had to buy the interviewer's silence though.

As the media duties finally came to an end, and they left the building used for the interviews, Wade checked his phone.

From: Cena

Yo BNB, guys lunch in Charing Cross. Be there or be square. No girls allowed ;)

"PFFT. CHAR-MING," camped Finn, making a stank face, "I bet ORTON will be there."

"It'll be fine, I can handle it," chuckled Wade, "Anyway, don't you want to go see your mates?"

"I want to be with YOU," pouted Finn, "Just been so perfect. Feel like we can be out and proud..."

Buzz buzz.

From: Cena

If you don't show up alone I'll tell The Prince your little plan ;)

"TWAT..." snarled Wade.

"Who?"

"Oh nothing...just Cena being an arse and blackmailing me into going. Got no choice love, soz."

His worst fear was Finn finding out about his proposal plan so Cena basically had the big Brit over a barrel.

"Let me go with you at least to the door...we can get the tube together.."

"Big sap," smirked Wade.

"How long have you been going out with me?" Finn replied, taking his hand right there in the busy street.

"Enough to know that you should wear tight dress clothes more often," growled Wade into his ear and spanking that arse, shown off to perfection in the fitted trousers.

Finn whimpered softly.

"Picked them cos it shows my booty off.." he whispered, "No knickers too. Hehehe."

---

Finn made his way back into the hotel lobby, intent on hunting down Cody now he was alone. He was SO tempted to put a cryptic tweet out so people would speculate who he was with. But probably not the best idea. He was being more and more daring. He'd kissed Wade goodbye outside the pub John had congregated the other manly men in (Sheamus, Randy and Titus O'Neil) and a few people gawped. After all Wade was a pretty big fella and not difficult to spot in a crowd.

As he padded past the reception desk, he saw a petite brunette girl checking in, her dark hair in a smart short bob.

Layla El.

BAck for her first televised match since November after being off with by-choice, undisclosed surgery.

And what great timing just after her one-time girlfriend AJ had retired.

"ENjoy your stay," the receptionist said.

"Thanks..." Layla took her key and pulled her phone out. A few texts from her boyfriend, former WWE superstar Ricky Ortiz. She exchanged sappy platitudes and then opened a new message.

To: Coddles

Guess who's back home? xxxxxxxx

Buzz.

From: Coddles

OMFG WHERE ARE YOU?! xxxx

To: Coddles

Downstairs xxx

Awwww. This time they'd kept in regular contact throughout her absence. She did tell him that she was keeping her surgery to herself. ANd he respected that. Guess Eden had given him that much-needed shot of perspective and maturity. And the fact that he was still on cloud 9 with Josh.

She picked up her suitcase and then almost collided with Finn.

"Oh sorry hun..." she said, not seeing who it was.

"Let me," Finn said chivalrously.

Layla looked up at him and realised who it was. She smiled bashfully.

"I guessed I'd meet you at some point today," she beamed, "I'm Lay."

"Fergal Devitt."

He hugged her. Awww. He hugged like Cody, she observed.

She knew exactly who he was of course! But he was being polite as a veteran of the biz.

"What do you prefer? Finn or Fergal?" she asked.

"Finn. Or Finny. Only Generico and Stuart get away with calling me by my real name," he grinned.

"Awwww," she smiled, "Coddles has told me that you and Wade are the world's cutest couple."

And yes, Cody had told her about Wade's plan too. He basically told her ALL the gossip. She had all the WWE tea necessary to not be out the loop in anyway. She did wonder why The Miz had blocked her but Cody had filled her in on that too. Nice. To think she used to be friends with him and Brad. And now they both hated her. Simply for not being an IWC darling.

And trust Cody to make friends with another 'Prince' of pro wrestling. Typical him.

"Has he told you that he is my sister from another mister?" grinned Finn, "Or brother from another mother.."

"He said you two were friends..."

"Oh..." Finn looked downcast.

Really downcast.

Layla wondered if she;d put her foot in it.

THe lift doors pinged open and Cody appeared, practically yanking a patient-looking Eden out with him.

"LAY!"

"Oww...don't break me in half just yet!" she complained as he almost suffocated her with hugs.

"Missed you."

"Missed you too darling, cool it in front of the wife. Hi Brandi..." She exchanged a hug with Eden.

"I am alive, not an apparition," pouted Finn.

"Sorry Finny...awww you look so cute all dressed up," Cody beamed, hugging him. The Irishman clung to him.

Eden watched curiously.

"We not going out to lunch?" she said loudly.

"But Lay..."

"Let her least take her bags up," giggled Eden.

"Fine...still wanted to go Cadbury World," pouted Cody, breaking the hug with his bestie.

"You would have eaten ALL the free candy and then got a load of shit for wrecking both our diets from the powers that be," Eden replied. "Maybe next time honey.."

SHe pecked her alarmingly childlike husband on the cheek.

Finn looked proper jealous. Not in the way most would think. As Sami rightly told Cody, he was a little on the possessive side. Both of friends and partners. Because he'd had the luxury of being with Cody whenever he wasn't with Wade and having the best of both worlds - unlimited boyfriend AND best friend time, he couldn't hack seeing Cody all over someone else and acting like THEY were his best friend. He had no issue with Cody's wife (he'd be a bit of a dick if he did) and obviously Ambrose, Paige and Axel were part of the Plastics, the company's most solid gang who ALL had one another's back...but...because he and Cody had gotten so close lately...

He'd underestimated Cody's friendship with Layla.

And because Cena had barred him from lads' lunch and beer.

He was pretty pissed off.

He dumped Layla's bag unceremoniously on the ground and stormed off without a word.

"What's with him?" asked Eden.

"CHeers. Thought he was a gent," Layla huffed, picking her bag up.

Cody could read people like nobody else. His conversation with Sami still fresh in his mind...he'd guessed what had happened here.

"Lemme take your bags Lay," he said, "BRandi, mind waiting up. Be back shortly."

"It's cool," shrugged the beautiful ring announcer. She decided why don't she talk to Finn? She did sometimes feel a touch excluded from her husband's friendship group. Even though Cody had just gone upstairs with another woman.

---

Up in Layla's room, Express Yourself by Madonna was playing from Layla's phone as Cody helped her unpack her stuff and checked out her new ring gear. Simple but flawless.

"Like your old ECW days," Cody remarked, carefully folding it.

"I don't think Josh would wear this though," she joked, shaking her booty to the chorus of the 1989 tune.

"He wore stuff like Paige last time he wrestled," Cody said, "And he won't wrestle at all now Tazz has left. He never liked Joshy. Used to call him a squeaky voiced faggot who sucked cock to get into WWE."

"Nice," Layla scoffed.

"He was just lucky his fat old ass left before I got my hands on him," snarled Cody, cracking his knuckles, "Don't care how many suplex variations he could bust out. I did worry when Joshy said he was working with Tazz again."

"DO you ever watch it?" asked Layla.

"Maybe as background noise just to hear Joshy's voice. Don't agree with a so-called promotion that can't even pay its talent. And two words. Jesse Sorensen."

"Was he the one who injured his neck and had to pay for his medical or something? Poor sod."

"Yup. Something like that. I know TNA treated him like utter crap. He freaking works at Walmart now I think and gets a better salary!"

"Sad. And people chant 'fuck the Divas' in Knockouts matches? Please."

"I just laugh at Kharma," Cody said, a little nastily, "She was all 'oh I'll never work for Dixie Carter again' and then when she realises we don't want her anymore she goes crawling back."

"Wasn't she trying to do some reality show?" Layla asked.

"FLOP!" Cody declared, "She is a flop. Her Barbie squashing ish would have been boring by about week 3."

"I can't think of her without thinking of my flop return," Layla sighed, "I tore my knee apart, worked my butt off to get back into shape and all I got in return was 'We Want Kharma' and being slagged off by men on forums. The same men who clamoured for me to come back! I had to sodding hit Aksana with my arse every other week to get SOME kind of reaction."

"Whatever happens tonight Lay, work it," Cody said, "You're gonna get asshats no matter what. Don't wear the British flag. Don't look like you're trying hard. They never bother billing you from London which sucks ass. The fact is, England's smark central. They love Paige and nothing;s gonna change that."

"Suppose we better get going," she said, "Don't want to keep your new BFF waiting.."

"Don't be snarky Lay.."

"I wasn't. Did you not see the strop he threw when you greeted me?"

"Yeah..." sighed Cody, "Not what you think by the way."

"Was he jealous because you were talking to me more than him?"

"Yup. I can read people remember?"

"I thought we weren't at primary school..." sighed Layla.

"I know, but Sami told me, Finny's like that because so many have used and abused him because of A) his body and B) his name. So he latches onto people easy. Weird. Nobody's ever competed for my friendship before...it's usually the other way round."

"Yes I know, all the drama if Josh spoke to anyone but you..." Layla patted him on the head, "I'm gonna go hit the gym. You better catch up with wifey."

"SHit. She's waiting...sorry Lay. See you at the show! Byeeee!"

He hugged her again and dashed from the room.

Damnit. Why did his life always have to have drama in it! He was WWE's drama llama. Things with Josh - solid. The distance thing he was handling OK now. His marriage? AOK. Career? Not too bad. Steady. Was Finn really jealous of him and Layla's friendship? Wow he WAS Cody. They were cut from the same cloth. He sprinted down the stairs and caught up with Eden.

"Sorry...got chatting...well bitching about TNA..." he panted.

"It's OK," Eden said, "Shall we head out now?"

"Yeah..."

Perhaps best to face Finn at the show. As they walked out the doors onto the street, they spotted the Irishman alone. Smoking a cigarette and sat on a planter outside the door looking moody as hell. Literally a black thundercloud over his head.

"You should talk to him," Eden said, "You don't need any more drama."

"But lunch..."

"It's twelve thirty...plenty of time.."

"OK but only if it won't piss you off."

Cody sighed and padded over.

"Filthy habit," he whispered, "DIdn't know you did."

"Might have started," Finn wasn't even looking at him.

"Not good for you."

"You do it."

"Do as I say not as I do Devitt. Hehehe."

"So do you remember I exist now?"

"Finny..."

"You didn't even bother your arse with me just now.."

Cody lost patience. This guy, for his body, his talent and popularity...was like the clingiest of middle-school girls! Sami wasn't wrong.

"Jesus CHRIST! We're not joined at the hip! Grow up! You're thirty fucking three!"

"Oh really?!" snarled Finn, leaping to his feet, "Thanks. Thanks a lot. Nice to know our friendship means that much to you."

"Layla and I go back years!" Cody hissed, "I have other friends besides you! What about Dean? Curtis? Hell, what about Paige? You never say anything about them?"

"Different."

"How?!"

"Because...we're...you're...only with them as like a gang...and..."

"Oh I get it. Because you're always there and then shock horror, for once I don't focus my entire attention upon you..."

Now he knew exactly how Josh used to feel when he, Cody, threw tantrums about his spending time with other members of the roster! Wow. No wonder Josh got so pissed at him. He fully understood. The day someone out-clingied Cody had finally come!

"You told HER that I was 'just a friend'."

"You are!"

"Thanks a fucking bunch. You just wanted to attach yourself to Prince Devitt. You didn't give a fuck about the stuff I told you. You just wanted to brag and namedrop me. Just like all the others. ARSEHOLE."

Eden stormed over. She was not down with this frankly, immature brat of an NXT upstart coming for her husband.

"He's done nothing to you, don't be a brat!" she spluttered.

"Bye Felicia," Finn gave her a 'talk to the hand cos the face ain't listening' gesture.

"Just a MINUTE," snarled Cody, "That;s my fucking wife!"

"Please. You're riding another man's dick. So don't try rubbing your wedding ring in my face!" Those green eyes were sparkling with angry tears.

SLAP.

Eden gasped as Cody bitch-slapped Finn so hard he stumbled backwards.

"Cody..." she sighed, "No need for that..."

"He was coming for you," Cody hissed, "I don't care who anybody is...they don't insult those closest to me."

"Sorry..." FInn mumbled.

Cody just gave him a vicious stank face.

"Go back to NXT," he spat.

Finn's eyes widened and he looked like he'd just taken a chair shot to the chest.

"Fine."

He choked a little and walked forlornly inside.

Cody was nonplussed. That was so not the reaction he was expecting at all. He was expecting a total roasting. As in, he'd be on the floor begging to die, level of tongue lashing.

Finn sounded crushed. Disappointed.

"You shouldn't have hit him," Eden said.

"He was being a dick. He's a grown fucking man Brandi. No wonder people don't stick around him. Clinginess is unhealthy."

"You can be clingy," Eden reminded him.

"Not as bad as him. When he's not with Wade, he's always with me. Sami assured me it's platonic..but he's suffocating me, Brandi! I feel smothered. He's started going to the bathroom with me too."

"Some people are like that," Eden shrugged, "He is a bit of a girl if I'm honest. No tea, no shade by the way. C'mon. Let him stew for a while. Talk to him later."

"I intend to. He's hoping I might crawl back. Uh-uh. He can do the crawling. C'mon honey, let's go get some lunch."

He took his wife's hand and led her down the street.

---

And The FInn Balor Show Episode 11 (he's been a regular since c.23!) closes! I LOVE him and Coddles as besties like nothing else but no friendship is perfect and over-familiarity has bred a touch of contempt. I did wonder if it WAS too much Finn but then decided that someone as cute as that can never get boring and plus, it's my story! LOL.

Anyway sad!Finn = CUTENESS. Even adorable Coddles has his limits. And now, with a BFF fallout AND the evil stable of Brad/Corey/Miz plotting to split him and Wade up, our Irish cutie has got a rough ride ahead. Shows that even seemingly perfect people often mask huge insecurities. And bae Finn is v. insecure. BLESS HIS COTTON SOCKS. Uncle Sami will sort things out.

So Centon...thoughts? ;) John is inventive isn't he? LOL.