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.

39. Chapter 39

Chapter 39

Well in light of recent WWE developments (Finn winning NXT title YAAAAAAASSSS) I finally had some ideas. Not that I wouldn't with the Sheamus/Cesaro/Fandango triangle (Cesaro vs Owens SLAYED the other week).

I would have done Coddles' 30th birthday party originally, but obviously this was changed given recent events.

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Tokyo, Japan, 4 July 2015.

There was a buzz in the air at the arena in Japan's capital as the mixture of main and NXT rosters prepared for the show tonight.

In Catering, Paige was sat at the Divas table as hardly any Plastics (not even her girlfriend) were here. Not that it bothered her, she'd been enjoying the robot restaurant last night. She'd dragged sole plastic Finn Balor along, naturally.

Speaking of the Irish cutie, he was sat with his beloved Brit in the corner, thinking about his title match. How PERFECT was this though? His boyfriend was HERE to see him slay in the country that he made his name!

He was showing Wade the photos from Cody's low-key 30th birthday celebrations. Well it was just basically a slumber party to keep the ravenette company as Eden was unable to be at home for that day. Finn, Paige, Layla, Sami, Dean and Summer had flown out to Texas to see him. Josh Mathews was noticeably absent and Cody had mumbled something about TNA commitments but nobody believed him. So none of them decided to press the matter. The theme for this intimate gathering had been 1985. It had been fun though, barbecue in the backyard, drinks, and lots of 80s music (especially Madonna). Plus they'd watched some classic WWE pay-per-views from that era, along with some of Dusty Rhodes' best matches.

"Show me that selfie again," Wade smirked.

Finn scrolled back to the first photo. In it he was wearing a black vest, khaki shorts and Vans. Nothing out of the ordinary really - his regular clothes.. but it was the accessories that made Wade snort - Finn's wrists were festooned with bangles and bracelets, crucifixes and rosaries hung around his neck, and he even held his shorts up with a Boy Toy belt. A male take on Madonna's iconic 1980s street-urchin look that spawned a million wannabes. There was also a mirror photo with Paige who'd backcombed her hair and gone for the look too, complete with the hair ribbon and the makeup.

"You dressed up as bloody Madonna," Wade snorted.

"Don't you like it?" grinned Finn, "You can buy so many of that shit online...been planning it for ages."

"Yes I do actually," the Brit said, "Boy toy belt? Seems legit."

"Bad man," simpered Finn.

"So things cool between you?" Wade asked.

"Yeah...was so good to see him," Finn sighed, "Wish he'd talk to me more though...he won't tell me what's going on with him and Josh."

"His business," Wade shrugged, "Love..."

"Nothing went down," Finn insisted.

"Funnily enough, I wouldn't have minded," Wade said, "I know that makes me world's shittest fella, but he's your best mate, big birthday but been through fucking shitting hell beforehand.."

"You think that would have helped him? Messing with his head? And risking what we have? I told you Stuart, since...you-know-what, I've stopped thinking about him in that way.. I love YOU. I know he's fit as fuck but I can't."

"I've had no bloody sleep this tour," grumbled Wade.

"Don't be so hot then."

He leaned across the table and began to make out with the Brit.

"Stop it...stop.." Wade grunted, "Not at work.."

"Let them stare," Finn whimpered. No matter how much sex he and his man had...he always wanted more. He was getting messier than ever. It had been so good to see Cody (and Sami) but those more unsavoury thoughts about his bestie had definitely been extinguished. Seeing Wade more certainly helped.

"Quit it...you've got a big bloody match.."

"Will perform better with your load in me.." That naughty smile.

"Wait till AFTER..."

"But STUART..." whined Finn. He sucked his thumb and tried Cody's 'look at me, how cute am I?' trick.

"Nope."

"MEAN."

Wade thrust the water jug at him.

"Drink that for your thirst," the Brit teased. He was hard but too aware of the eyes in the room. And Cesaro. Keeping Finn away from his nemesis was hard work. Wade didn't know how he felt about Sheamus and Cesaro hooking back up. And Fandango was still involved.

"Not as thirsty as Sheamus who has to have TWO guys," Finn sassed.

"Calm the bitching."

"Nope." Shady eyes as he gulped from the jug. Wade sighed. Why did he get the feeling things would spiral out of his control?

Finn climbed to his feet. He was already in his trunks but sans body paint and headgear. He gave himself a pretty big wedgie (no underwear as usual) and minced past Wade.

"Put it away!"

"Why?" Finn padded to the Diva's table to chat to the ladies, resting on it, arse out provocatively.

"Oh hello trouble," Paige smiled.

"Hey," Finn grinned, "Have you put the photos up yet?"

"Not had time!"

"You have a phone," Finn said.

"We've already seen them," Nikki Bella added, "Paige as Madonna? I like it."

"And Cody appreciated the effort," Eden put in, "He was really happy to see you."

"I miss him like crazy," Finn admitted, "Would have loved him to be here."

"You've got Wade here?" Nikki said, "I'd keep an eye on him Eden.."

"Oh I'm well aware I've got more competition for my husband," Eden said nonchalantly, almost delighting at the scarlet Finn went.

Awkward...

"I'm kidding! You're too easy!" she giggled after a pause, "No but in all seriousness, he really appreciated what all of you did...makes up for me not being able to be there on his 30th. Though I think I know all the lyrics to every single song on Rebel Heart Super Deluxe now. I shouldn't have ever bought him that album."

"He would have downloaded it anyway," Paige grinned, "He has everything Madge has ever made hasn't he?"

Eden nodded with a sigh.

"How do you cope?" Nikki teased.

"He got me into Conway Twitty," Eden shrugged, "Though he is NOT wearing that Bitch, I'm Madonna tee in my presence!"

"I'm gonna ring him, that OK?" Finn asked.

"I called him earlier when I touched down," Eden said, "He's at home."

"Cool...see ya later.."

Finn minced off.

"OH GOD! ARSE CHEEKS AT SIX O CLOCK!" squealed Paige.

Eden facepalmed.

Nikki checked out the Balor booty before turning back to her phone. Well why not? He was a hottie.

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Finn padded out and found a side room. He opened Facetime and called Cody.

An answer.

Cody appeared on the screen.

"Hey..." he smiled, waving. Bless him.

"Hey," Finn replied, "Just wanted to see how you were."

"Getting on," Cody said, "Happy that Brandi got there safe...and so did you. I'll be watching you slay. Just finished talking to Sami actually. He wants to talk to you."

"He can wait," Finn said, "Cody...stor...why won;t you talk to me about..."

"Because right now I need to keep my head clear," Cody said firmly.

"If you don't tell me I'm gonna call him meself."

"You dare Finny and our friendship is over!"

"Don't be so melodramatic."

"I'm not. I'm just a rebel heart. Means I can wear my Bitch I'M Madonna tee now. Hehehe."

Finn smiled. Cody was playing major avoidance tactics.

"So Finny, spill this CesarHo tea. I hear he and Sheamus are fucking again."

"Cody..."

"Finny I'm not talking about...that..no matter how much you beg me."

"Fine. Stuart approved of my Madonna costume...or rather the accessories cos that sounds weird."

"So did I. You are under strict orders to work that look in public now. You are a Boy Toy."

"Only HIS. And maybe yours.."

"FINNY."

"Sorry sweets...I was just playing."

"So Cesarho?"

"Fine. He and Sheamus are fucking. And Fandango's involved. That's all I know. Miz is giving me fucking HELL. He and Maddox are ALWAYS at the PC. UGH."

"Paige said at my birthday. Apparently they're after the Tough Enough guys. MESS."

"I think a couple of them have already been got," Finn said, "Why else did he land that aftershow job? To screw every single male contestant of course. And I bet most of them stuck it in him. Thinking it might get them a contract even if they get eliminated."

"I can't tell the men apart to be honest," Cody said, "Seem like just a bunch of airheaded abs. I need Paige to give me the Tough Enough tea. Or I'll ask Dee Bee. Nnnnnn not at Mess thinking he's a casting couch."

"They'll do it though, I bet 90% of them are in it just for fame," Finn sighed, "Bunch of bland desperados the lot of them. I hate this new Tough Enough. Like Love Island or WWE does the X Factor. Slap in the face for those of us who do it for love of wrestling."

"I wouldn't get your breifs in a twist Finny, whomever wins will flop hard anyway," Cody replied, "Remember Big Andy AKA KEvin Hackman from the last reboot? FLOP! So what's Mess doing? If he's harassing you I may SURPRISE everyone and turn up to break his flabby legs."

"Just doing really crap Irish accents at me and demanding five grand."

"Oh for those crappy shades you broke? He's such a gold digging whore that I'm surprised he didn't just get himself another set."

"Speak of the scumbag devil..." Finn had been stood at the open door of the side room and spotted the Miz scuttling out (why was he even out here?!) of another side room.

"Finny just leave it," Cody said, "You got a big match."

"I can't...if he even goes near Kevin.."

"He's still chasing Owens?!"

"Yup. You know Miz. Cock pig extraordinaire."

"His hole must look like a chewed orange."

"CODY!" squealed Finn, howling with laughter. YAASS. Cody's sharp tongue was BACK.

Uh oh.

Mike The Miz heard the Irish-accented squeal. And the name.

His face split into a smirk just as his fuck for the night peered out the room.

"See you later big man," he simpered, going for a sloppy kiss.

"Yeah...damn...I can't get enough," grunted the man.

"My Beast From The East," Mike grunted.

It had been pretty known for a while. But yes, Miz had been sleeping with Brock Lesnar on-off for quite some time. Brock was everything the Awesome One craved. But it was on the large blonde's terms. So hence why Miz;'s options were still open. Still Ryback was resisting him though DAMNIT.

The tee and jeans Brock had been filmed going into the arena in had been gifts from Miz. The Awesome One was throwing a lot of money at Brock to keep him in his bed.

The Beast straighened his baggy ring shorts before shuffling out gruffly, trying not to look like he'd just been banging a man backstage.

"Oh...my GOD..." Finn gasped at this scene.

"What? What is it Finny?" came Cody's voice.

"You'll NEVER guess who he's just had?"

"Surprise me."

"Lesnar."

"Oh. I thought it was a surprise...Finny it's been common knowledge that he's been riding Lesnar for ages. I have sources all over the company. How do you think we always find out the hottest sweetest tea so quick?"

"I know I used to be a slag in NJPW and the indies but he's just wrong," Finn scowled, "Like, how much dick does he fucking need?! And what the fuck are the guys he's fucking playing at? Most guys could do better than that flabby fucking scrote."

"Flabby fucking scrote am I Balor? WHERE'S MY MONEY BITCH?!" screeched Miz, ears burning.

"Oh for fucks sake...Coddles I have to go."

"I understand. Make sure you mash up Mess's ugly pig face good. Laters gurl. MWAH."

"MWAH. Bye sweets."

Finn hung up.

Just as The Miz got right in his face.

"Get out me face," Finn scowled.

"No. I want my FIVE THOUSAND DOLLARS YOU OWE ME FROM LONDON!"

"Piss off."

"How about I go tell Triple H."

"Bitch please. He'd laugh in your Pillsbury doughman face."

"You just can't hack it that more men want me than you. You use roids. Nobody's that ripped naturally."

Finn howled with derision. Really? He was going to get bodyshamed by this mess? Wow. Miz's delusion knew no bounds.

"At least my body is all me. No steroids. I feel human. Your ass is gross. Looks like two chicken drumsticks." Miz's eyes raked Finn disgustedly.

"You would say that. Always thinking of your fat stomach."

"You want me really bitch. You're so obsessed with me. How about it?"

"I'd sooner stick pins in my eyes," Finn looked him up and down bitchily, "Fucking you must be like sticking a dick in a bowl of creme brulee."

"My favourite dessert," Miz went on. Well actually, why not? Balor might be a nasty bitch cunt but hey he was hung. Another dick to chalk up on Miz's growing list.

"Full of fat and carbs..no goodness whatsoever..a bit like you," Finn sassed, "How appropiate. You make me physically sick. I wouldn't touch you even if you were the only available person on the planet left."

"Just remember I had your darling Wade first..." Miz sneered.

Finn was INCENSED. He HATED that this was the case. One thing that he just could not stop from getting to him. That Wade used to fuck Miz.

"He was desperate, obviously," he spat.

"So did Corey..." Miz continued, delighting in the fury sparkling in those green eyes, "And Wade is looking mighty fine today. And his match is after yours...oh the things we could get up to whilst you and Owens do your thing.."

"YOU EVEN TOUCH HIM AND I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.." Finn grabbed the front of Miz's expensive designer button down, "I will KILL you with my bare hands."

"Awww touched a nerve have I? Make you a deal," Miz was enjoying himself enormously. Oh YAAS. Balor was SO easy to wind up without Rhodes to back him up, "You pay me the five grand that you owe me, and I may leave Wade alone. Can't make any promises. Depends how horny I am."

FInn let out a savage growl and threw Miz as hard as he could into the wall, sending the nasty SOB crashing to the floor.

He went to go stomp on the fat fuck's ribs.

"What the hell man?" came a Canadian accent.

Kevin Owens had been searching for his opponent to go through their spots one more time. He saw FInn raising his foot over the fallen Miz.

"Kevin! Help me!" Miz tried his best damsel-in-distress face.

"What you playing at? You want to lose your title before you've even won it?!" Kevin cried, hauling Finn away.

"He'safuckingcuntIwannafuckingbreakhisfaceandeveryboneinhisfatbody.." Finn was apoplectic with rage.

"Take it out on me in the ring man, yeah?" Kevin said, "Jesus man...why do you let him get to you?"

"Because I HATE HIM!" screamed Finn.

"Calm down...fuck...why is Zayn never here when I need him.."

"Because you hurt him," Finn snapped.

"Hey man that's uncalled for."

"Thanks to you, my other best friend is out for probably a long while..."

"These things happen man...don't start on me! Or I will hurt you out there!" fumed Kevin, stung.

"Why you got called up is beyond me. Woo-hoo, you're a fattie who can moonsault," sassed Finn, in full on Bad Bitch mode now, "I am hotter and better than you in so many ways. Girls love me. Gays want to fuck me. You just appeal to chubby chasers. Bit like him."

He shot a sour glare at the fallen Miz.

"You're a fucking asshole...don't expect me to not break something out thyere..." snarled Kevin, hurt and angry, "See you in the ring Devitt."

"Oh it'll be a pleasure Steen. As long as your vest doesn't lift. Don't wanna vomit out there."

Kevin was about to knock him out before the NXT Champion gathered his thoughs and stormed away. Little BITCH. Always thought Devitt rode by on his prettyboy looks.

"Thank you Kevin," simpered Miz as the big bearded man reluctantly helped him up.

"Just go dust yourself down," grunted Kevin.

"You're such a hot cub," Miz flashed those pearly whites, "Don't listen to that bitter leprechaun."

"Don't even try it," hissed Kevin, flashing his wedding ring.

"I'm married honey, means nothing to me," Miz wheedled, "Come on Kevin...you're besties with Zayn...the most hypocriticial Muslim on the planet.."

"Leave me alone."

"Have you never wanted to? C'mon, you and Zayn must have..."

"I will break your legs if you don't back the fuck up."

"You're French Canadian...just like my wife.." Miz went on, determined, "Mmmm. Such a hot bear cub. I bet you're awesome to hug after sex.."

"You're disgusting," snarled Kevin, "Seriously. No wonder there's still anti gay shit about."

"Pfft. Don't get all PC on me now honey," Miz continued, unbuttoning his designer chinos and lowering them. He was getting turned on again, "Mind checking me for bruises?"

"Go to fucking medical!"

"But I want you to."

Miz kicked off his chinos and loafers before unbuttoning his shirt. He was in tiny briefs.

He lay on the floor.

"Come on Owens. Give me a massage."

Kevin turned on his feel and stomped away, furious. Seriously. First Balor needed a slapping down. And secondly, Miz was a whisker away from a legit ass-kicking. Dirty predatory pervert.

Dolph Ziggler wandered by.

"Hey man, what ya doing?" he asked his ex and recently-re-friended broski.

"HEY Nicky...just relaxing."

"In the corridor?"

"Balor hurt me Nicky. Owens turned me down."

"Dude is straight, married with two kids bro."

"Never bothers some of them Nicky."

"One of these days bro someone will break your neck."

"Worth the risk Nicky. Want to check me over for bruises?"

"Can't one of your 'hunties' do it?"

"They're in the States. I only came out here to play with my er...blonde buddy. Hehehe."

"Bro you're playing one dangerous game."

"More exciting. I miss you Nicky."

"Don't even go there bro."

"COme check me over."

"Fine," huffed Dolph and kneeled down.

And then the Miz sprang. Hey, anyone was fair game. He was SO ready for round two (and what did Dolph know. He KNEW Dolph still wanted him. EVERYONE wanted his awesome ass!)

He wrestled Dolph to the wall and clamped their lips together.

Dolph fought and struggled but could not resist the hypnotic mouth of his old flame. OK he missed Miz. What happens on the road, stays on the road. Of course the fact that not too long ago Miz was being fucked like a sex doll by Lesnar was unbeknownst to him...

"Oh Nicky.." moaned Miz.

"Fuck bro.."

"Wanna? You wanna? Right now? Like old times?"

"Make it quick before I change my mind bro...fuck I need to nut bad.."

"Missing the girlfriend? Her technique not as good as mine?"

Mike the Miz unzipped Dolph's trunks, freeing the two-tone haired Cleveland native's hardon. Mmmmm. The memories. He shimmied out his briefs and straddled, moaning lustfully as Dolph's cock brushed between his curvaceous ass cheeks.

"Ohh fuck man...so soft..."

"Miss me Nicky?"

"Uh-huh...bro...bro...I can't..."

"Why not? Just enjoy me.."

"I can't...suck me off instead."

FOR FUCKS SAKE! Miz could have screamed in frustration! Damn Dolph was whipped! He was no fun!

"Forget it. Fuck off back to your 'Total Diva'!" he spat, reaching for his briefs.

"No need to be like that bro."

"You mess with me and expect me to be OK with that?"

"You fucking dumped me man, remember that. I moved on."

"Fuck off Nemeth."

"Look we're better as bros..."

"Bros before hoes Nicky!"

"You are a hoe man. Seriously. Look up sex addiction. I'm not being used as a breathing dildo, man."

"Oh don;t go all FEELINGS on me Nicky. Bitch has turned you as soft as her wrestling ability."

That did it. Dolph sprung to his feet and stormed away without a word. What had happened to Miz? It was like his entire life consisted of who to fuck next. Was he not going to rest until he'd been with EVERY male on the roster? Their friendship was being stretched hard. And firing shots at Dana Brooke was not cool.

Miz watched Dolph storm off and punched the wall.

"You miss me really Nemeth," he snarled to himself.

But when one door shut...

He left his clothes in a heap on the floor (some roadie could collect them) and casually sauntered towards the locker rooms in just his briefs. They could all look and admire his curves. Wish they were as fancy as he was.

Owens was too much of a fighter. No Fandango to try and get. No Ryback.

Who was there who was hot as fuck?

Ah.

Miz couldn't believe he didn't see it before.

Where was that mighty fine hunk of man?

Not in the locker room...wait...there he was.

YAAAASSSS.

"Hey Chrissy!" he perched on the bench next to a shorter, elder man. The Ayatollah of Rock and Rollah. Y2J. His former tag partner.

And long time lusted after by The Miz.

"Sup man," Jericho replied.

"Can we talk alone?"

Jericho rolled his eyes. Seriously. How many times would he have to say no to Miz? The guy was shameless.

"No."

"But Chrissy..."

"I'm not into that! And if you carry on, we're gonna fall out. I gotta go catch Neville."

"I'll get him for you." Flash of pearly whites. Crossing of chunky leg over the other.

"Oh no man. You'll probably decide to screw him too."

"What kind of man do you think I am Chrissy?"

"A man-hungry one."

"And what? DOn't tell me it doesn't even arouse your curiosities...all this testosterone in the air Chrissy...you must have been interested in a little bit of man-a-man contact."

He squeezed Jericho's knee.

"Hands off..." warned the Winnipeg native.

"Your loss." pouted Miz as he began to realise yet another losing battle. GRR. Why were ALL the hot men resisting him? So what if he had already had fun tonight? He had plenty of energy left as he wasn't wrestling. He'd 'persuaded' the creative team to get him to Tokyo...and what? You're just jealous cos you ain't him!

Actually.

Fuck it.

He gave Jericho a MAryse hand and sashayed out, back on the prowl for Dolph. He was NOT gonna let his ex get away with teasing him like that. He was going to TAKE what he wanted bitch. Show Dolph he was boss.

Just as he slapped open the door. There was Dolph. With Neville.

Dolph looked like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Neville rolled his eyes.

"A word, Nicky?" Miz smiled sweetly.

"Not now bro," grunted Dolph.

"Yo, Mighty Rat?" sassed Miz, "Haven;t you got a stupid ginger bitch to be calling? Girl BYE."

He Z-snapped. Like Cody without the cute playfulness.

"See ya in five man," Dolph sighed to Neville.

"I think I might call the fella," the high flying Brit said, "Or find Barrett."

"I'll catch ya up bro," Dolph said as the short but well-muscled Englishman walked off, "OK man, you got fi-mmmmmmmmmmffff!"

Miz pounced, making out with him fiercely, not giving him a chance to speak or fight.

Dolph found his spine and wrestled Miz off.

"Fucks SAKE!" he cried, "Where's your God damn dignity?"

"Who cares Nicky...we were great together."

"You pissed that away bro. I'm giving you one chance. Reign your fucking neck in or you and I, history."

"FINE!" Miz snarled.

"What's more important to you huh? Find someone else to mess with. Does our friendship mean nothing?"

"Means a lot."

"Then quit it. I have a girlfriend now."

"FINE. Your loss."

"I'll cope with that. Look. Laters bro."

Dolph turned on his heel and walked off to prepare for his tag match, leaving a rejected Miz in his wake. The Awesome One wasn't deterred. He'll just have to channel his energy into his other fave pastime - snatching Balor's edges. He called Corey.

"Sup hunty."

"Heyyy...listen, I'm gonna need you to hit up some of your old indie friends."

"What for?"

"I want to find out some real filth on Kardashian Sister Numero Dos. I want to drag the bitch down to the pits of hell. He still hasn't coughed up my money."

"Oh I know plenty of his ex fucks. He plays it down but he's had as many pricks as Ambrose. I'll send out a tweet. The ancient art of retweets should dig some up. The song Blank Space could have been about him."

WWEGraves Calling all indie and ex-NJPW talent..DM me anyone who's been a victim of the demon with claws. Need all the deets.

---

The streamers.

The cheers.

His theme echoing throughout the arena.

The blood, sweat and tears.

He'd done it.

NXT Champion.

A tearful, emotional, paint-smudged Finn padded through the curtain to a standing ovation, led by Wade Barrett, who fiercely pulled him into a proud embrace. The Irishman just buried his head in the large bare chest.

"Well done...well done...so fuckin proud of ya..." growled Wade, holding him tight.

"You go out there with paint on you, your number's up," piped up John Cena.

"Oh naff off Cena," Wade groaned.

"Just sayin...the cameras are coming.." John smiled, "In fact they're coming now."

"Give me a fucking minute!" Wade snarled, hugging his sobbing-with-happiness boyfriend.

Finn broke away and stared blazingly into his eyes.

Wade just smirked before yanking him into a searing kiss, enjoying the cute little County Wicklow-accented whimpers that emanated from the painted mess of the new NXT Champion.

Wade's bare torso was indeed covered in black and red smudges.

"I love you..." whined Finn.

"I love you too...sorry love but have to...you go rest...see you in a little while..."

Finn spotted the camera crew approaching.

He grabbed Wade and made out with him passionately once more.

"Barrett! Go get yourself cleaned up!" barked a techie.

"Yeah alright mate, keep your knickers on!" complained the King Of The Ring.

Cesaro was there. Obviously for the cameras. Finn gave his enemy the fakest-ass hug before accepting a far more genuine one from Neville.

"Say hi to Generico for me," Finn whispered.

"Sure mate," chuckled Neville, "Mind the paint.."

"Hell of a match," John Cena dived in, all totally sincere, offering his hand to Finn, as the cameras continued to roll. The kid might have been a liability at his birthday but damn he was talented. He had maineventer written all over his ripped, paint-smudged body.

---

Once Finn had done the obligatory backstagey stuff, photos, congratulations...general taking-in of his new title..being smothered by Paige...etcetera...he at last had some time to sit with his phone.

Facetime.

When the recipient answered, Finn found his ears blasted with the track Iconic from Madonna's Rebel Heart album.

Once the song had finished..

"HEY! OMIGOD YOU SLAYED BITCH!" squealed a much-happier looking Cody, jumping into shot at last.

"Can't believe it...homesickness, sleepless nights, endless travel, gruelling training, loneliness & heartache..all worth it for moments like this..." sniffled the elated Irishman.

"So proud of you Finny...I have someone to see you..."

An emotional-looking red-haired girl appeared on camera.

"Fergal! Surprise...so proud of you..." she sobbed but she was smiling, "You deserve it."

"Bex...hey...thank you.." smiled Finn, wiping his messy face, "I bet I look a wee hot mess.."

"Who cares," Becky Lynch replied, "You're the champ."

"Where are you?" Finn asked.

"Becky's," Cody said, "Thought I'd spend July the Fourth in Orlando. And cos she invited me to watch you slay."

"Guess what I warmed up to?" Finn said.

"SOmething demonic and dark?" Cody said.

"Nope. Lucky Star. Cos I spoke to you beforehand," Finn smiled.

"Madonna?" spluttered Becky, "Surely that would have made ya want to dance?"

"My best friend is my lucky star, wanted to have one shining over me tonight."

"You huge sap," Becky snorted, "Don't let your boyfriend hear you say that."

"He took some photos of me for Dot Com," FInn grinned, "He took the piss out of me something chronic."

"By the way, you're missing Wade's match," Becky teased.

"Yeah Finny, don't be selfish," Cody grinned.

"Oh SHIT...I gotta go..." Finn spluttered, "Talk later..."

"You got other shit to do, like epic celebratory sex," Cody smiled, "See you Finny. Call me tomorrow. When your assgina's been murdered hehehe. LOVE YOU. MWAH!"

"MWAH."

Becky blew a kiss before Cody signed off.

Finn sprinted back to gorilla to get a good spot to watch the tag match with Wade in.

---

A freshly-showered (but still in his trunks cos he was cheeky like that) Finn was there to leap into Wade's arms after the long but hard fought tag match ended.

"Not a patch on yours," Wade grunted.

"Don't care...you're amazing Stuart..my King."

"Who's the bloody NXT Champion?"

"So. You're King Of The Ring."

"Stop grinding..."

"Why?"

"People are bloody looking."

"Let them look."

Wade huffed and carried the limpetlike new NXT Champion towards somewhere that at least should resemble a seat.

He sank into a chair near the corridor.

But he had a Finn still attached. The Irish cutie reached for a water bottle and handed it to the big Brit, even pouring it into his mouth. Wade coughed...this was not a good look.

"Messy," Finn whispered, using his armband to wipe the water from the big man's beard.

"I'm quite capable of drinking myself.."

"You're tired darlin."

"So are you."

"I'm all fine and dandy after a good shower. Got to speak to Codes. He's at Becky's house...I should call them back...had to cut em off to watch you own all those basic bitches out there."

Wade chuckled.

And then grunted as he felt that tight arse grinding his crotch again.

"Stop it..." he growled.

"Nope...I'm allowed to tease."

Grind grind.

"Ohhhh..." Finn whimpered.

"Stop it you little..."

"Make me."

In the background, Kevin Owens was hovering. Despite Devitt being a colossal bitch, he was still going to show some respect. But seriously, enough with the public displays of Barrett thirst...he was so insecure around the King Of The Ring.

Fuck it. The big bearded man walked over.

"Devitt...respect man," he grunted, offering his hand, "You fought one for the ages back there."

"Kevin...I er...I'm so sorry," Finn mumbled, "You were amazing out there...you got me at a really bad time...I didn't mean the nasty shit I said...nerves plus big fat Miz being his cunty self.."

"You were psyching me up for the match, guess I forgot," Kevin replied, "I shouldn't have been so sensitive."

"I feel awful," Finn said, "I have to make it up to you. Friends?"

"Friends."

Kevin went to broshake the little cutie but instead found himself smothered with a big hug. Oh well. Least things were cool between them.

"Thanks man," Kevin said.

"Please tell me Miz didn't try it on with you.." FInn cracked his knuckles.

"Course he did," sighed Kevin, "I can't shake him off. Does he understand the word no? Same with Graves. If it's not one its the other."

"Do what I do mate," added Wade, "Pretend they don't exist. Or just don't go anywhere alone. We're having beers at the hotel after the show...wanna tag along mate?"

"Sure...thanks man," Kevin said.

Mike The Miz was hidden behind a wires box. YAS. Why not wind Balor up some more? He was dressed a bit more decently again. He shuffled over to Wade once he was sure Kevin and FInn had their backs turned.

"Hi HO Wade, lookin' fine," he flashed those pearly whites.

"Bugger off."

"Aww don't be mean Wade," Miz pouted, "I'm just saying hello."

"You're either extremely thick or suicidal," Wade spat, "If you want your piggy eyes plucked out, just keep right at it."

"I hear there's beers after, and I bet it's no GIRLS allowed," Miz sneered, shooting the nastiest grin at Finn.

The Irishman flew around fuming at the sound of that Ohio accent. What the FUCK. Why couldn't Miz just fuck OFF?

"Leave me alone," Wade snarled, "Or I'll fucking leather you."

Miz, unperturbed, climbed onto Wade's lap.

"BITCH GET OFF MY POLE!" screamed FInn, leaping in and wrestling him off.

Wade facepalmed.

Did he really just say that?!

Miz flashed the nastiest grin. He simply opened his phone and began to play Blank Space by Taylor Swift.

"Might want to give this song a listen," he sneered, "That's you Balor. And I've been in touch with a few of your ex lovers...they did tell me you're insane...Claws Devitt."

The colour drained from Finn's face as the pop tune filled the silence.

"Oh it's awesome being besties with Corey...he knows so many indie people," Miz went on.

"And when did that song come out? Like 7 months ago?" Kevin spoke up, "Took you that long to use that joke? Get with the damn programme you reality show reject."

"Yeah," butted in Wade, "If you're gonna insult my other half, at least make a pop culture reference that is a tad more current?"

Miz scowled. DAMNIT. Did anything WORK? One of these days he was going to GET Balor for good. And get his $5000 back.

He stomped off.

"You alright man?" asked Kevin to Finn.

"I'll be fine," Finn gulped, already plotting sweet bloody revenge in his head, "Stupid fat gobshite cunt."

"Hey," whispered Wade, "Don't let him get to you. What's he doing other than being jobber to the stars?"

"Being the backstage spunk bucket?" Finn snarled, "Existing in my life?"

"I better get going, ring the wife," Kevin said, "See you at the bar then Barrett."

"Laters mate," Wade nodded at the former NXT Champ.

"Oh? So you don't want to spend tonight with me?" pouted Finn, "I'm inviting myself along. Cena will just have to act less of an ape. Who else is coming?"

"Er...me, Owens, Cena, Ziggler...Neville," Wade said, "Lads night out."

"Why do you let Ziggler hang out with you? He fucked that fat messy cunt," Finn scowled.

"Seems like an OK bloke away from him...anyway he's got Dana now," Wade said, "Fergal...Fergal love...stop it...wait till later.."

"Want you now.."

"Don't be an alleycat.."

Finn sank to his knees and yanked Wade's trunks down.

Actually...he was the champ now. He could take charge. YAAASSS.

He wrestled Wade to the floor.

"OW...what the bloody hell.."

Finn straddled him, snaking his hips seductively.

"I'm in charge now," he purred, "I give the orders. As NXT Champion."

"THat the only reason you're so happy about getting it? So you can keep me as your sex slave?!" spluttered Wade.

"Yup."

"I'm gonna ask to wrestle you on this bloody tour."

"MMMMM...I will be SO wet in that ring...may even have an accident in me trunks...or two.."

"You're so dirty when you want to be.."

"You love it. Just like when I made you rim me to Holy Water."

"THat was bloody hot.."

"Wanna do it again?"

"Oh just sit on my bloody face and be done with it.." grunted Wade.

Finn shimmied out of his trunks and got on all fours on the cold floor. What? He was allowed to be a bit trashy. He was NXT Champion now. Baddest bitch in town. Lesser beings bow down to the queen.

Wade kneeled behind the little Irish vixen.

Finn began to moan and whimper as the big masculine Brit got to work with his magic tongue and beard...mmmmm...Finn LOVED facial hair against his cheeks...fuck yeah...this never got old...7 months almost and counting...hoping it to be a lifetime...

"Ohhhh..."

Wade just feasted on that incredible muscular arse, trying not to jerk himself off in the process. Anyone could catch them. Anyone. Triple H...Stephanie...Dunn...Vince..

Finn pushed back, wanting more.

"Ohh baby don't stop..." he whined, "Keep going...wanna...see...if you can..."

He was dying to see if he could cum from being rimmed alone.

Wade deftly reached under Finn's thighs and began to caress his balls and the base of his cock, enjoying the stifled squeaks of ecstasy.

"Oh baby...baby...don't ever stop...just keep going..."

Wade was so fucking turned on...fuck it.

He stopped.

"STUART. DID I SAY STOP?!" screamed the desperate Irishman.

"Oh put a sock in it."

Wade spat on his hand and slicked his hardon. Fuck the champ. Yes.

He spanked Finn hard.

And again.

And again.

Before lining up behind that delicious arse and shoving in hard and deep.

"OHH! FUCK!"

"I'm still the boss. Don;'t you forget it."

Wade yanked FInn up by the hair and began to pound him like a rent boy. But Finn wasn't being quiet...almost like he WANTED them to be heard.

He then pulled out.

Finn whipped around, eyes flashing, lips parted, face flushed pink.

"You better get back inside me right now so help me GOD.."

"Lay back and spread yer legs."

"Make me."

Wade shrugged.

He pushed Finn down onto the lino, pinning him down by the shoulders. The Irishman gave him the naughtiest, sluttest grin.

Wade smirkd back.

"God I love you.." whined Finn.

"I fucking love you too.."

Fierce kisses.

"Enough to let me get on top?" Finn sucked his thumb.

"You wanna?"

"FUck yeah...I want to ride you until my legs give out. You always make me scream when I'm on top.."

"Good enough..."

Whimpers and kisses.

Wade pulled Finn back up and lay back on the floor. The Irish cutie straddled and lowered himself on, not minding the dryness. He liked it. HIS.

He reached for Wade's hands and locked their fingers tight as he began to ride, his pretty face etched in deep, deep pleasure, cute little whimpers and mewls leaving his pouty pink lips.

He wasn't going to last.

Fear of being caught and just being full of excess testosterone from his epic match...just driving his orgasm upwards...he was going to fucking blow off and nothing was going to stop him..he rode Wade like a rodeo cowboy, snapping his well-trained hips...he loved lapdancing for Wade and showing off his booty in all his fit underwear...

"Fuck'n'ell...fuck yeah...ride me you lttle slag.,." snarled Wade appreciatively.

"Fuck yeah...fuck me darlin.."

Finn reached for his phone. It was in a secret pocket sewn into his trunks! He began to film himself from above, making pornstar moans to the camera.

"You SLAG.." Wade growled.

"You fuckin stud.." Finn hissed, turning the camera to his beau. Wade snatched it.

"Fuckin ride me champ," spat Wade, "Fuck yeah, good lad..."

"Ohhh! OHHHH! FUCK...I'm gonna...I'm so close darlin...fuck...gonna..."

Finn couldn't edge even if he wanted now. He wanted to cum so bad...Wade was smashing his g-spot so good (as always)...he was champion...in Japan...too much to bear...he threw his head back and let out a savage scream as his body convulsed and the first shot splattered Wade's torso (and the camera lens!).

"Ohhh fuck...fuck.." He was coming hard...and fast...fuck yes...his whole body was on fire...

Wade growled and cursed, driving deep inside the hottie impaled on his cock, exploding deep inside him.

"Ohhh yes baby cum inside me.." whimpered Finn.

Wade stopped recording and pulled Finn down for kisses.

"Mmmmm..." sighed Finn, completely satsified.

"Fucking hell how horny were ya?"

"Extremely," Finn giggled, "Ooops...looks like I may have made a wee mess..."

"Damn right you have."

"Gimme," FInn had an evil grin as he took his phone.

"What ya doing.."

"I may have just sent our sex tape to Codes.."

"FERGAL!"

"Only playing. Hehehehe. Imma start an Xtube though.."

"Haven't you got some new Lego to play with?"

"Later. Just want to sit on you a wee while longer."

He did take a selfie though, clearly showing him on Wade. He sent it to Cody.

From: Codes

FINNY *screaming emojis*. I didn't need to see that *mask/sick emojis* xx

Tappity tap tap.

To: Codes

Sharing is caring sweets ;) xxxx

Buzz buzz

From: Bex

FERGAL DEVITT I HAVE JUST BEEN SCARRED ! *angry emojis*

Whoops. Oh well. Becky had known him for 13 years! She'll get over it.

Buzz buzz

From Codes

I showed Becky hehehehehehe *cheeky monkey emojis* *laughter emojis* BTW...looked like a big load ;) xx

Wade snatched the phone. Not really what you want, a hot lad sat on your softening cock texting.

He read the messages.

"Jesus CHRIST...you can be too close to a person!" he spluttered.

"Codes and I have frotted, I've given him a BJ, nothing he's not seen before," Finn shrugged, "Just shows how proud of my hot hunk I am, sharing with my amazing, wonderful, best friend. And maybe future best man."

Wade paled.

"Does it scare you darlin?" Finn asked, "Because I feel like you're the One. I love you so much."

Wade sighed with relief. He thought Finn might have gone snooping and found the ring. After all this was the month Wade intended to do the big question. Finn;'s birthday was approaching. Wade had also considered asking Cody to be best man. And Sheamus. Paige and Becky to be bridesmaids. Or groomsmaids rather.

"No..just..."

"Because I wouldn't have introduced you to me family if I wasn't serious about you. I wanted you in the Who Is Finn Balor documentary but Triple H said no."

BIG pout.

Wade chuckled. He knew all right, Hunter had approached him and said sorry about it.

"Not the end of the world," he said.

"I was pissed off...it broke the fourth wall but I couldn't show my beloved," pouted Finn, "Hunter said it will make me less marketable. May just let slip a couple selfie...or several.."

"Stop it.."

"No. You can't make me."

He was browsing his camera roll.

"Fergal.."

"No Stuart. I'm not hiding us any longer."

"Jesus...not that I don't want to but...I don't want you to cut your career short.."

"Fuck that..."

"Give me that phone."

"Nope."

"Give it to me."

"Mine."

Finn took it possessively and climbed off Wade, the Brit letting out a sigh of relief. Silently they both redressed.

"Just...don't do owt stupid," Wade sighed, "Just toe the line, keep yer nose clean."

BIG huff.

"FINE. As you asked me I'll do it. But I want to come out soon."

"Why don't you call Zayn? I bet he's dying to talk to you. Seeing as he's your Lego buddy?"

"Oh shit...I forgot...I'll ring him now.."

Finn sprinted to a private room to call Sami. How could he have neglected his other amigo? The 3 Amigos were meant to be unbreakable. With Cody on compassionate leave and Sami out with injury, Finn was definitely lonely.

He hit Facetime.

Sami's cute bearded, grinning face appeared within seconds.

"Well HEY champ. SO proud of you Fergal."

"Hey...sorry I didn't ring sooner."

"It's OK. Wait, that's a post-coital flush!"

"So? You really think I didn't celebrate immediately?" Finn sucked his thumb naughtily.

"Dirty hood rat," teased Sami, "Oh man I MISS YOU."

"Miss you too," Finn sighed, "And Codes. So lonely without you."

"I'll be back soon. Gotta heal up. Now. Is Saraya behaving herself out there or is she being a filthy bitch?"

"Behaving herself. No naked lapdances. That I know of."

"I put her on total blast for that. So did Hunter. She was lucky she wasn't fired. Summer was PISSED as well."

"Cena's party? I think the lady doth protest too much," Finn teased, referring to Sami's shameless antics.

"I'm allowed. Anyhoo it was just a works do," Sami argued, "You all were jealous of me that night. So how does it feel being Queen Bee of NXT?"

"I'm ALWAYS queen bee, just now I have the gold," Finn grinned, "Shame Miz exists."

"I've heard he, Rat Skank and Maddox think they run the place over on the main roster," Sami growled, "From what Ben tells me anyway. All because Miz got some stupid presenting gig on Tough Enough. You need to go support Wade more, uphold the Amigos' honor whilst Codes and I are away."

"Big Fat Mess is harassing me every five minutes about the cash for his stupid Prada shades," Finn spat, "And he just put the moves on Stuart. I am going to drag him so hard. He thinks Cesaro got it bad? Just wait..."

"Fergal..." Sami warned, "Be careful."

"You just said uphold the Amigos' honour!"

"So speaking of Claudio...I hear he and Sheamus are screwing."

"Yep. With Fandango. It';s some fucked up threesome. LIke a low rent Rita, Sue and Bob Too."

"I don't get it."

"British film. You should see it sometime."

"Excuse me Fergal," Sami said sternly, "Are we forgetting somebody wanted a foursome recently?"

"Shut up. It's different."

"Why?"

"Because it just IS.."

"I'm glad you all decided to not go through with that...especially in wake of..."

"I know...can we not..."

"I understand. Look, congratulations again...lots of big hugs being sent. I'll probably start rehabbing soon so I'll see ya then. Now. I need to call Ben. He and Y2J slayed. Off you pop."

"Charming. Oooh...I got some AWESOME Lego sets in town earlier...the Japanese do everything different..all dinosaurs, Jurassic Park kinda stuff...and I'm working on a detailed model of my car...loads of guides online how to do real cars in Lego...you have to come see them when I'm back hehehe. See you soon. MWAH."

"Look forward to it. MWAH."

Sami hung up.

---

Allstate Arena, Chicago, IL

Cody Rhodes was padding about the arena. So odd. He and Goldust were backstage tonight. Not appearing on the show, thank God. He wasn't ready. It had been a horrid past four weeks. Not how he envisioned beginning his thirties. He still hadn't really taken it in properly. He'd just seen Eden into the female talent area and decided to make an appearance in Catering.

Be nice to see Paige anyway.

But he froze when he found himself face-to-face with Cesaro.

The Swiss also froze.

"Hi," Cody mumbled.

"Hey," the Swiss grunted, "How are you?"

"Bearing up," Cody replied, "Look...er...don't want any trouble. Keeping this on the down low. It's for the..Dad stuff after the show."

"Understand," Cesaro said, "Listen...er...I vant to say...sorry...for all the shit.."

"Me too...life's too short for schoolyard games," Cody choked, "Not down to me to judge who you choose to be with. Look at me..married...dating...a guy.."

"You vere vile to me," Cesaro said, "But I'm not gonna keep on about it. Don't expect us to be friends."

"Me neither...just want to bury a few hatchets," Cody replied, "Thanks for, y'know, not kicking my ass. Er...have you seen Paige and the others?"

"Catering."

"Thanks."

Cody took a deep breath and continued on his way. He was stopped by several superstars and divas, all offering their sincerest condolences and kind words. Which he much appreciated.

At last, he spotted Paige's Snapback. Summer's golden locks.

And was that...?

Finn's red kickpads. He was obviously here just to support Wade.

Cody had purposely tweeted he wasn't in Chicago.

He tiptoed over to Paige and tapped her on the shoulder.

She gasped and then sprang to her feet.

"Heyy!" She leapt on him, giving him her patented leapy hug.

"Hey," Cody whispered, "I'm not back on the road yet. Just here for the Dad stuff.."

"Come...sit.." Paige said, "Look who's here.."

Cody immediately found himself suffocated with a cute Irishman and brand-new NXT Champion.

"What you doing here?" Finn gasped.

"Same as you..." Cody smiled, "Wasn't expecting to see you.."

"Wasn't expecting to see YOU either...have my seat.."

Finn ushered him into the chair before, just like older, happier times, perching on Cody's lap. He then lay his NXT title on the table.

"We have missed you like crazy," Summer said.

"Won't be the same as before," Cody said, "Shame I have to be in CM Cunt and Her Royal Shortness' home town. Also...telling all of you now...with everything..that's happened...I'm not the old Coddles."

"Hey! I live here!" Summer admonished him.

"Welcome to Club 30 by the way," Finn teased.

"You bunch of oldies," smirked Paige, "And you're still Little Cody or Baldy to me. THat's never going to change. Sorry bout it."

"Finn was just telling us about how many times that belt's already been worn in the throes of passion," Summer teased.

"Copying me again Finny?" Cody smiled.

"Duh, have to say, cum makes a brilliant polish," Finn grinned.

Both girls groaned and bashed their heads on the table. The boys were back in town. YAAAASSSS.

"WHYYY?" Paige huffed.

"Don't pretend you didn't miss me," FInn smiled naughtily.

"Or me," Cody added, "So how's it been..what have I missed?"

"It's been HELL," Summer said, "Seriously. Corey. Miz. Maddox. Winding everyone up."

"I've heard," Cody replied, "Finny's been telling me Mess invited his fat ass along to Japan just to fuck Lesnar. And then tried to come onto Jericho. Then Ziggler again. And then even tried it on with Wade. Ratchet-ass skankwhore."

"So I may have slipped a wee ExLax into his coffee," Finn said.

"That's your big revenge?" Paige teased, "THink of something more original!"

"Just the tip of the iceberg," Finn said, "Plus if it means he has a wee accident out there..."

"Think of poor RYback and Show," Paige smirked, "They have to deal with the fallout."

"EW!" Summer squealed, slapping her girlfriend on the arm.

"And step two," Finn grinned, reaching into his trunks (naturally he was mincing backstage in his ring gear - the skimpy red sparkly variety - JUST to look hot, not because he was competing!) and pulling out a wad of toilet paper, "The bog roll's sprouted legs."

"I always thought you padded that bulge," Paige smirked.

"You're evil Finny," giggled Cody, "I er...bumped into Cesaro. We sorta made a bit of peace. I don't want to spend my life bitching anymore. Too short. Mess, Graves and Maddox are the only exceptions because they are cunts."

"I need a slash. Come with," Finn climbed to his feet.

"Such girls, going to the bathroom together," Summer teased.

"No bump and grinding," Paige scolded.

Cody just gave her a withering look. And the raven-haired English girl was left removing her leopard-print Vans plimsoll from her mouth.

Cody and FInn linked arms and padded towards the mens' room. Finn tried asking about the Josh situation but Cody as usual skilfully avoided the subject. The Irishman decided that no amount of wheedling would get his best friend to talk about it so he gave up. He padded to the urinals whilst Cody leaned on a sink.

"What if someone else needs the bathroom and there's no TP?" he asked.

"There's sinks," Finn shrugged.

The door flew open at that point and a red-faced Miz came stumbling in, followed by Brad Maddox and Corey Graves.

"Why don't you go to medical?" Corey asked as the stall door banged shut.

Finn and Cody shook with mirth as loud, embarrassing noises echoed off the tiled walls. Even Brad, who quite frankly considered even his closest cronies beneath him, was snickering at Miz's predicament.

The Toxic Trio hadn't noticed their deadly enemies. Yet.

"What do you think it was?" Corey asked, looking more sympathetic than Brad.

"I don't know!" grumbled Miz from inside, "That's the third time today...I've got a fucking segment with Ryback and Show...how can I attract Ryback if I'm trying not to shit my fucking pants out there!"

"Here's a tip love. Plastic surgery and lipo might attract Ryback if he was desperate and single," Finn said loudly.

Brad and Corey froze.

NO!

"Well, well, well," Brad sneered, "If it isn't the Kardashian Sisters."

"If it isn't the most useless piece of shit in WWE," Cody clapped back, "Why haven't you been fired yet?"

"Why haven't you?" Brad sassed, "After all, not like you'll be needed now."

"Don't even try it," Cody held his hand up, "You don't scare me, Ass Implants."

"Oh really?" Brad squared up to him, "This is OUR house now bitch. You're not meant to be here and your leprechaun sidekick belongs down in NXT with all the other never-wases."

Corey suddenly bolted into the stall next to Miz, his stomach cramping.

Finn had spiked HIS coffee too. Well a double-whammy was better than one.

"Oh dear, what a shame," the Irishman crowed, "Looks like your hunties have got the squits."

"Oh FUCK no!" came Miz's voice, "No fucking TP...you got any Corey?"

"Just a second...can't do two things at once..." came Corey's pained snarl accompanied by a cacophony of bodily-betrayal sounds.

"Oh YAS, I've missed this," Cody high-fived his bestie, "Whoopsie. Looks like your pathetic wannabe flop reign is over."

"Make fun of sick people, that's about your level," Brad spat, "I'd have thought you might have used the time off to get a personality or a face transplant."

Cody just snorted. Please.

"I WANT MY FIVE GRAND BALOR!" screeched Miz from inside his stall, "You better fucking give it to me. NOW."

"No thanks, I'm not into your freaky scat games," Finn clapped back, "Save it for when you aren't plaiting your thunder thighs."

"As soon as I'm done I'm taking my cash and there's nothing you can do about it!" Miz roared...only to be hit by another wave.

Finn and Cody howled with derision.

"I have to get out of here before I vomit," Cody sniffed, "Seriously. Lay off the junk food because that's kinda demonic, you need a colonic."

"That's just their personalities sweets," Finn added, "By the way lads, have fun trying to wipe yer arses."

The Head Plastics sashayed out, pleased with their handiwork.

"Oh fuck no...I have none either!" Corey cried, "Bradley! CHeck the final stall!"

"There is none...I bet they fucking stole it...hang on...those coffees..." Brad said, "Balor fucking spiked them. Bet ya."

"THE CUNT!" screeched Miz, "WHY?! Why does he always outsmart me!"

"Never mind that, I can't do preshow panel like this!" Corey gasped, "My stomach is killing me!"

"I'll get you some..." Brad sprinted out.

Within two minutes he returned, having to raid the women's bathroom close by. Thankfully nobody was in there.

"All I could get," he said, peering under one of the stalls and handing it to a grateful Miz.

Once they were both cleaned up, they emerged holding their stomachs. Caffeine plus extra strong laxatives...and protein shakes, made an evil combination.

"Those fucking...bitches..." Corey hissed, "Even all his ex fucks spilling the sweet tea on him have done NOTHING.."

"Fishface is back, he thinks he's the shit again," Brad deadpanned, "Only for one night though thank fuck."

"I have a hookup after the show and I can't do it like this!" Corey complained.

"Cancel," Brad said, "Or just do oral."

"I was gonna see Brock," pouted Miz.

"Ohhh fuck...excuse me hunties...I have to go again..." Corey sprinted back into the stall, stomach in agony.

---

Finn and Cody were still celebrating their enemies downfall.

"The SMELL though.." Finn was giggling, "I almost threw up.."

"You're such kids," Paige was saying.

"Hit Mess where it hurts. Means he can't get laid," Cody shrugged.

"Exactly my plan," FInn said, "Hang on...I have a better idea."

He spotted Renee Young.

"Oh Nay-Nay!" he camped in his cute accent.

The blonde announcer walked over, smiling.

"Oh..hey," she beamed, "How's life as a champ?"

"Awesome thank you darlin...listen. You know you're my favourite announcer?"

"Pass the bucket," snorted Paige.

"You said Brandi was.." Cody pouted.

"I assume this is a favour?" giggled Renee.

"Could you make sure Corey gets this water bottle?" Finn said, handing her one he'd picked off the Catering table.

"Why?"

"Oh. Excuse me." FInn reached into his trunks and pulled out a blister pack of laxatives. He popped out and crushed three (!) of the tablets from the pack and sprinkled them into the bottle.

Renee gaped in disbelief.

"He's evil," Paige said, "Have fun at the table tonight."

"Mum's the word," Finn shot Renee a cute smile, putting his finger to his lips, "SSsssshhhh..."

"I didn't see anything," Renee replied, "OK, I'll be sure to switch it."

"I owe you one!" camped Finn as she departed.

"I'm telling Samuel," Paige teased, "And then he'll slap your bottom."

"Bitch likes being spanked more than anyone," Finn looked at his nails, "Try again Saraya."

"You're getting very bumptious since you won that belt," Paige scolded.

"He's happy cos I'M HERE," Cody cuddled his bestie close. The Irishman melted into him, "So GURL, is it true you made Wade eat you out to Holy Water?"

"Yup, I am going straight to hell," Finn grinned, "Is Bex still traumatised?"

"She wants to kick your ass," Cody grinned back, "So Finny, you made the King get down low and drink your precious alcohol?"

"He looked so thirsty I think he needed it."

"You two are something else.." Paige threw up her hands, "Oh Wade...speak of the devil."

"Can't handle the new champ? Toughen up love," the King Of The Ring smirked, "I'm purposely leaving him with you tonight."

"THanks a bunch you bastard," Paige complained.

"Charming," Finn pouted.

"Oh. Wotcha Rhodes," Wade spotted Cody, "Didn't expect to see you...how you doing?"

"Just here for the after show about Dad," Cody said, "I don't know when I'll be back. I've missed your man though."

Wade sank into the one remaining vacant chair.

"Still can't get over Cesaro and Ste screwing again," he sighed, "I swear he's got mug stamped on his bonce."

"Oh Cesaro. The guy who speaks five different languages but can't say no in any of them," Finn sniffed.

"The SHADE..." Summer gasped to Paige who raised her eyebrows.

"His business," Cody said, "I made peace with Cesaro. If I can, anyone can."

"So Fergal, you have no excuse," Wade wagged his finger at his boy.

"You sound like Generico!" pouted FInn, "You can't make me."

"You won't have my back Finny, I'm only interested in dragging Mess and co," Cody said.

"FINE!" huffed Finn, "So shall I go and do it now?"

"Don't be so petulant," scolded Paige.

Finn flipped her a V sign.

She gave him the finger right back.

"This is like bloody Total Divas," sighed Wade, "Speaking of which, I'd like to smack Eva Marie's gobby husband one. Loves the sound of his own voice."

"Oh. Her. Try convincing me she's got passion for this business," Paige spat, "Because I fail to see any. Brie nailed it when she said all Eva gives a fuck about is her hair, photoshoots and Shredz. If she wanted to be a wrestler that bad, she should have gone to NXT from the off."

"I was right all along!" Cody said triumphantly, "I tried to show some respect for her when she started training with Pug-Face, but all I see from her is photoshoots, pouting and Shredz...Brie's right."

"Hey! Brian and I go back years!" snapped Finn.

"We never got on," Cody said, "Or it could have been Paul London's scummy influence. Anyhoo...why does that plastic, red-haired robot get private coaching and nobody else, huh? A huge slap in the face for girls like Paige who've been wrestling most of their lives!"

"And Emma, Bayley, Becky, Sasha who've been sweating blood down in NXT and getting the divas division there massively over," added Paige, "Oh...and you of course.."

She planted a fat snog on Summer's lips.

"There was me thinking Total Divas is a work," Wade sighed, "I think I better go...watch Ste and Cesaro share tongue butties whilst Fandango rubs their dicks with his feet under the table."

He got to his feet and walked off.

"He says that like it's a BAD thing?" Paige snarked, "I need to see this hotness.."

"All the training in the world can't create a personality," Finn added, "Seriously, I tried to help Eva down in NXT. She's OK as a person...but when she speaks or tries to cut a promo...it's flat like a machine, like off that new series Humans on Channel 4."

"Joshy and I used to call her Eva Ma-Sleaze," Cody admitted, "But then I thought I was wrong about her...thought she was nice. But I can't help myself - she's another model using WWE as a stepping stone to Hollywood like Maryse, Maxine and K2. I want to see her prove the sexist haters wrong but then when she's always whoring out selfies and Shredz shit..."

"Did any of them actually make it in Hollywood?" Finn asked.

"Maryse's clothing line flopped, Maxine ended up back in Total Nonstop Awful, and K2's doing some E! show about WAGS, wow...Iook how hardworking she is," Cody huffed, before putting on a high-pitched bimbo voice, "Hi I'm Kelly Kelly and I fucked the entire available male roster. I was handed a title reign despite not being able to wrestle my way out of a paper bag. And now I'm banging a football player to cling on to my fifteen minutes of fame. (he dropped the voice) Ugh her matches, if you could call those messes matches, had to be put on mute. She used to scream like she was getting anal for the first time. Ow."

Snorts around the table.

"Miz with tits," Finn smirked.

"Eva's just K2 with red hair and minus the knickers as ankle warmers," Paige added, "At least she's married and not a slapper."

"She talks about her Red Nation," Finn said, "How many of her stans actually know anything about wrestling?"

"They don't," Paige said, "I've seen them on Twitter. All about sixteen and massively gay. They stan for her because she 'looks fierce' and has bright hair."

"Don't knock the stans girl, they're often the only people that support me," Summer reminded her.

"Only because they think you're the snotty bitch Total Divas tried to make you out to be!" Paige argued.

"Fans are fans, whether it's because of my ring work or my dresses," Summer shrugged, "I'd love the smarks to like me but unfortunately I don't seem to have paid enough dues."

"Not your fault they fucked over your main roster career," Cody said, "I want to see the bad bitch First Lady Of NXT who was a threat to all divas, not Mrs Fandango or the valet."

"Don't we all," Paige said, "Though I dig this new Rusev thing. Maybe next week you might get to give Lana's face a date with the mat."

Sultry eyes at the blonde.

Cody took a snapchat and sent it to Sami with the caption 'Paige Getting Thirsty *laughter emojis*'.

Buzz buzz.

Paige checked her phone.

From: Samuel

CLOSE YOUR LEGS SARAYA. You're at work. Bet the boys can SMELL your thirst *angry emojis*

That BLOODY SAMI.

Paige tapped one right back.

To: Samuel

Who ground his fucked-arse against Nikki and got lube stains on her LV dress? *painting nails emoji*

"No squabbling," Summer snatched her girlfriend's phone, "Leave the potty mouth to the boys."

"Yeah Saraya, not very ladylike," Finn chimed in, "Have some class."

"Riding your boyfriend backstage after winning the title is classy?" Paige clapped back.

"We've all done it," Cody shrugged.

"I've missed you...don't go," Paige said.

"I'll be back soon.." Cody replied, "And then we can slay the basics like before. Finny will be around no doubt.."

"I don't want you to go either," Finn said, deadweighting himself, "I can't slay on my own."

Their moment was interrupted by a redfaced Miz, still looking like he was in pain. But flanked by Corey and Brad. Determined to get one up on Finn.

"Can you smell something?" Paige said.

"No, what?" Cody replied.

"Cologne you peasants could never afford," Miz spat, "BALOR. I know you spiked our coffee. Face us like a man and admit it."

Finn rolled his eyes and climbed off Cody's lap.

"Make it quick, don't want to shit your pants," he deadpanned.

"I have been speaking with Marty Scurll. You remember him?" Miz sneered, "From Cambridge, England."

"Was friends with Robbie E, AKA Platypus's ex boyfriend's room mate," Brad added, "He has spilled some hot, sweet tea on you Balor."

Finn looked a touch white.

He and Marty Scurll briefly dated years ago on the indies. It was messy. Finn hadn't made himself look good.

"Scumbag Scurll? You didn't?" Paige sighed.

Finn nodded.

"Yes he did," Corey added nastily, "Oh dear, the things he told us...we could ruin you leprechaun."

"Where's the proof? It's his word against mine," Finn hissed.

"Let me see," Miz sneered, getting his phone out and opening the Whatsapp conversation he'd been having with the British indie wrestler and one-time TNA talent, "Oh yes. Clingy. Bunny boiler. Anyone who even spoke to Marty got a mouthful and threats to end their careers."

"The overly attached girlfriend meme and Blank Space were made about you," Corey added, "You really are insane. Barrett's trapped and he doesn't know it yet."

"You know NOTHING about my personal life. So take a fucking walk you talentless cunts," snarled Finn, cracking his knuckles. He was fearful what tea Marty had spilled on him. it had been a vicious breakup.

"Pot, meet kettle," Cody sprung to his bestie's defence, "You Graves, sabotaged Joel Redman's WWE career when it emerged Jesse White wanted him over your slutty ass, whilst YOU Maddox, built a fucking SHRINE to Ziggler's loser, never-was, bitter-ass brother! Takes two psycho stalkers to know one!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" screamed Corey, "YOU KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT WHAT ME AND JESSE HAD!"

"Touched a nerve did I?" sneered Cody, "Joshy lived with you remember?"

"Leave it Corey," Miz put out his arm, "You were just wronged. Lispy knows fuck all about your life. Balor meanwhile is borderline psychotic. No wonder his gimmick is a demon."

"Tell his cronies the truth," Corey hissed venomously, "Tell them what their darling Finny really is!"

"Sure thing hunty," Miz smirked before turning to his phone, "He scratched his initials into Marty's ass to claim him. He pulled a knife on Marty after a night out when a groupie got her hands on him. And smashed said groupie's phone."

Finn went white but stayed defiantly upright and still.

"So naturally, Marty wanted out," Miz went on, "So he cheated on him. Can;'t blame him can you? And what does sweet, innocent little Finny do? Smashed the shit out of Marty's car."

"And didn't he throw bottles at Barrett after thinking he cheated?" Brad chimed in, "Corey exposing those true colours there."

"I've told Marty to get in touch with Barrett," Miz finished, "Wade is far too talented and hot to be wasted on a headcase."

"Your buddy Zack knows a thing or two about that," Cody spat, "I remember him trying to control Cena."

"He also cut up Marty's clothes," Miz continued, "Wouldn't let him wear rubbers. Marty once pulled out. And then got punched in the face."

"You finished yet fattie?" Cody hissed, arm around his shaking best friend, "Haven't you got some Tough Enough dick to suck? Careful you don't follow through."

"I'm just trying to expose this psycho fraud for what he truly is," Miz shrugged, "And by the way Balor. My five grand. Cough up. Or this Whatsapp conversation goes on Reddit."

"I swear Taylor Swift must have hit him up for the Blank Space idea," Corey said, "The video, the lyrics. Word for word describe Balor."

"Well darling I am a nightmare dressed like a daydream," Finn hissed, finding his voice at last before smartly booting Miz in the stomach, causing the Awesome one to double over in agony. He then aimed a furious punch at Corey's mouth, sending the arrogant commentator flying.

Brad decided not to fight back. The Irishman looked incensed and frankly terrifying.

He helped his cronies up and the Toxic Trio retreated just as an incandescent Finn reached for one of the water jugs and lobbed it hard at them. It smashed just inches from where they were standing.

"FInny don't..." Cody restrained him, Paige leaping in to help.

"CUNTS...they'll be fucking sorry..." snarled Finn. Normally he'd be a furious flailing whirlwind by now but Cena's party stuck in his head. Also...Triple H would strip his title and those pondlife scumbags were not worth that at all.

"More you react, more they'll wind you up," Paige said, "Chill."

The cute Irishman visibly crumbled and sank into a chair, head in his hands.

"Finny?" Cody kneeled beside his bestie.

"What Miz said...it's not lies," Finn sniffled, "I was a jealous bitch to MArty."

"I can't believe you shagged that dickhead, so up his own arse...my brother knocked him out once," Paige said, "What were you thinking?"

"He talked his way into my bed, told me shit I wanted to hear," Finn said sadly, "I fell for him...got insecure...he used me to get ahead. He even said it. 'I only wanted to fuck Prince Devitt'. Said all I had to offer the business was abs and an accent."

"When did you date him?" asked Cody, taking his bestie's hand.

"Just before he went on British Boot Camp. He cheated on me...with Rockstar Spud."

"WHAT?!" shrieked Cody, "Joshy's room mate? UGH. GROSS. MESS."

"It's the business, everyone's connected with six degrees," Paige shrugged, "They were on Boot Camp together.."

"Does Sami know?" asked Cody.

Finn nodded.

"He was the only one there for me, all the other guys took Marty's side," FInn sniffled, wiping his eyes.

"You're worth a million Scumbag Scurlls and those three little dicks," Paige said, "Look at you - NXT Champion and not even been there a year. What's Scumbag doing now? Wrestling in some provincial leisure centre for about fifty people? Corey's career is over and he's stuck bitching at the announcer's table; Maddox, well, doesn't do anything. Miz is just a massive joke. Don't let them get to you."

"It worries me how many more exes Miz'll dig up," FInn sighed, "I was no saint.."

"It's not what you were, it's the person you are now Finny," Cody rubbed his bestie's arm.

A passing Naomi just happened to hear this. With all the aggro about Eva in the air still, even though the opening Total Divas episode was filmed months ago, this statement caused her ears to burn.

"Like Eva?" she said, loud enough for them to hear.

Paige rolled her eyes. She really didn't want to fall out with Naomi.

"Don't," she sighed, "It's got nothing to do with her. Don't eavesdrop."

"Sorry but I couldn't help it, what with all the hate and shade throwing still going on."

"We have our opinions, let's just leave it at that," Paige said.

Naomi shrugged and walked off.

"What's it got to do with her?" Finn's eyes flashed.

"Finny...no.." Cody tried to restrain him.

But too late.

Off Finn stomped to catch up with the former Funkadactyl.

"Excuse me...Trin," he said, in that falsely sweet voice which spelled trouble ahead.

"What's up?" replied Naomi.

"Do you mind keeping your nose out of my business sweetheart," Finn hissed, "I heard no lies when it comes to Eva Marie. Eavesdrop again and your Divas title shots will be history. You'll be less relevant than Layla."

Cody and Paige hurriedly caught up before things turned nasty.

Naomi looked understandably affronted.

"He's upset about something," Cody explained airily.

"Yeah, he didn't mean it.." Paige tried to diffuse the tension in the air with an affable smile.

"I didn't deserve to be spoken to like that, NXT CHampion or not!" snapped Naomi, "Just because I don't agree with how you or the Bellas treat Eva, doesn't mean you can set your friends on me!"

"Don't be so snippy!" Paige cried, "Finn. Fergal. Apologise."

Finn just stuck his nose in the air and sashayed defiantly away to pick up his title.

Paige sighed.

Cody facepalmed. He always liked Naomi.

"I'll get him to come say sorry when he's calmed down," he said, almost pleadingly.

"He better. Or I'm putting in a complaint. Sick of all this shade throwing and shit-talking!" Naomi spat. She was pissed off and totally understandably so. But she thought perhaps it would have been better on that occasion to have kept her mouth shut.

She stormed off without another word.

"God..." sighed Paige, "What have we created?"

"You know when I said I'm a little scared of Finny?" Cody said, "I don't want to go near him right now."

"How are things with you...and Josh?" asked Paige.

COdy's eyes crinkled.

"That bad?"

"Uh huh."

"Are you on speaking terms?"

"Just about.."

"I was gonna say...Rockstar Spud. Josh's flatmate. See if he confirms FInn's story.."

"You think Finny's lying? Trying to manipulate us into feeling sorry for him?"

"I honestly don't know. I thought I knew him better..."

"I'll...send out a tweet to Rockstar Spud. Don't want to use Joshy as a middle man. Don't want him to hate me anymore than he blatantly already does." Cody's voice was heavily bitter.

Paige decided to leave that alone. Whatever had soured between the star-crossed, cross-promotional lovers, sounded big yet painful.

StardustWWE RockstarSpud DM please. I need to ask you stuff.

Cody had (reluctantly) followed Josh's roommates a while ago (namely to spy).

Message from RockstarSpud:

I'm not meddling with you and Josh mate.

Cody wrote back.

Not about that. It's about you and Marty Scurll x

Buzz.

Message from RockstarSpud:

How the fuck do you know about that?! I'll fucking KILL Josh.

Cody hastily tapped one back.

So it's true? And Joshy didn't tell me. Finn Balor did.

Message from RockstarSpud:

Oh. Haa. Psycho Devitt you mean? He's not right in the head, him.

Tappity tap tap tap.

Watch it. He's my best friend. So what can you tell me about him and Scurll? x

Message from RockstarSpud:

I hate Marty too BTW. He used me to get back at Devitt.

Message from RockstarSpud:

Messiest relationship ever. Devitt was a scary control freak. Only thing he (1/3)

Message from RockstarSpud:

Didn't have was a tracking device. He smashed up Marty's car when he found out about me and Marty. (2/3)

Message from RockstarSpud:

And then beat me up for stealing 'his man'. He's bonkers mate. BNB should know. Soz to break it 2 U (3/3).

Cody showed Paige the conversation.

"It's true," he sighed, "Wow.."

"I knew it. Spud might be a bit of an idiot but he's not a liar," Paige said.

"I'm in way over my head, SO glad we stopped the fourway..." Cody said.

"I think Finn fancies you, but hates that he's committed to Barrett," Paige replied, "Probably fancied Wade for ages...but after he got close to you...well...he'd already made this big song and dance about Wade and doesn't want to look like a liar or user..."

"I had a dream about Finny and I...about us fucking...it was hot...but scary...in it he made me bareback him...scratched me...then started stalking me..." Cody admitted.

"Do you think it's worth breaking it off?" Paige asked.

"I can't do that!" gasped COdy, "He'll ruin me. I'm trapped in this friendship Paige..what you doing?"

"Calling Sami. He might be able to help."

"Facetime him. I prefer that."

"It's what I'm doing...oh hi Samuel.."

Sami's adorable redheaded face appeared on the screen. Looked as cheerful as always.

"Calmed your thirst over Summer yet Saraya?"

"Ha ha. Remind me to laugh in a month. Listen, Samuel, we have a problem..."

"Codes! What you doing at Raw? I didn't realise you were back," Sami said, "How are you doing?"

"Doing OK thanks...coping. Anyhoo...Sami...it's Amigo related. Big problem. It's Finny."

"What's Fergal done now," sighed Sami, "I guessed as much. Why can't everyone else cope with him? Bark's ten times worse than his bite."

"Is it?" Paige demanded, "Little COdy has just had an interesting conversation with Rockstar Spud."

"Oh. Him," Sami scowled, "DIshing the dirt on Fergal was he? Quelle-surprise. Why were you talking to him anyway Codes...please tell me you weren't trying to use him as a messenger for Josh.."

"NO!" Cody cried, "I'm not that much of a bunny boiler...basically Big Fat Mess stepped up his Finny hate campaign over those stupid fucking Prada shades...managed to get hold of Marty Scurll."

"Scumbag Scurll...that dick," spat Sami, "The one who used Fergal and threw him aside once he'd gotten the TNA British Bootcamp tryout? I suppose he neglected to tell Miz that Fergal GOT him that gig in the first place?"

"Oh dear God, this is becoming a right mess," Paige sighed.

"Fergal's lovelife is a mess...you don't want to know the crap I have had to clean up," Sami said, "It's why I'm so protective of him. And Becky. We get him. I thought you did too Codes."

"He scares me Sami...we talked about this before," Cody sighed, "I know you said he just loves hard...he smashed up Scurll's car, pulled a knife on him...other stuff."

"Because people fucking USE him!" Sami snapped, "He's been humped and dumped more than most ring rats! All because they see his body, hear his name and think 'oooh, he can give me a leg up, he's soooo humble and helpful!'. Bastards. Using him as some twisted casting couch! So when he thinks someone cares about him, he falls for them. If you're gonna leave him in the dust just because you're too fucking scared to be a decent friend...I bet you latched onto him because he's the big rising star and your career stalled, jobbing to the stars..."

"How dare you!" Cody was stung,

"That was out of order..." Paige said.

"Sorry.." Sami looked furious with himself, "You're right...sorry Cody. That was a horrible thing to say. Just...I know he's done things he's not proud of. I know he's clingy. Be there for him...yes I know that's a soap opera thing to say. He really likes you Codes...he's trying to get over it because he does love Barrett."

"But I'm not his to have.." Cody sighed, "I'm not his type...we're both bottoms..."

"Exactly, but sometimes you just fall for people," Sami said.

"But he took Wade to Bray...met the family...Wade's fucking bought him a ring for his birthday this month," spluttered Cody, "Wade might be a bare knuckle fighter but he's still GOT feelings!"

"Fergal loves Wade, I never doubt that," Sami said, "He just likes you a lot. And if he has a fantasy about you...so what. It's OK to find your friends sexy sometimes..."

"I've thought about Nikki before," admitted Paige, "And Becky. Emma's new look.."

"See? But Saraya's a horny bitch," grinned Sami, "Like I said to you last time you got panicky Codes, don't be a coward. If you do care about him as much as you say you do, understand why he's like that?"

"I understand...I've had people use me for my name.." Cody sighed, "I'm just scared he might turn on me.."

"If you cut him off, he will. And so will I," Sami said, "Because that's a bitch move. True friends stick together."

"He's right," Paige said, "Yeah it's freaky that Finn's a bit Overly Attached Girlfriend, but...if he's been used and taken the piss out of all the time...can't say I blame him for being paranoid he's found someone who legit likes him only to later find out they just saw his abs, not him as a person?"

"Thank you Saraya. I always liked you," Sami smiled, "How about I tell you something."

"The time you and Finny hooked up?" Cody said.

"Am I that easy to read?" lamented Sami, "Yeah. It was after yet another hideous breakup. All the cliches in the book. Two friends drinking, well, he was, I don't drink as you know; and well, soon, we were flirting...complimenting each other...and next thing, we were making out...because I'm taller, I took the lead..not really knowing where I was going...he SO wanted me to fuck him. Like begged me. Literally pleaded."

"SOunds like my dream," Cody admitted, "Only I obeyed...yeah."

"We didn't go all the way. But we almost did, as in, my tip touched his entrance," Sami admitted, "I haven't even told Ben the full details because I know he may get jealous. I have never topped. Ever. I actually missed...so decided maybe that was fate telling me it was a bad idea. So we 69d for ages, he ate me out, I ate him out...he wanted me to give him a facial...and in return I finger blasted him. He likes that a lot..he can cum from it. Especially if you say his name. As I found out a few minutes later. Had to kiss him to stifle the screams."

Cody had a semi. Paige looked a little flustered.

"He's really like me," mumbled COdy, "He even likes the same things in bed as me.."

"Why do you think he adores you? You're scarily alike. Apart from the uber-possessiveness. He thinks the sun shines out of your ass," Sami sighed, "But as for Wade...he worships the ground Wade walks on. I've had Triple H come to me, saying Fergal's been bombarding him with pitched ideas of how to put Wade into the main event. Like borderline harassment. So don't think he doesn't love Wade. But he also can't be without you. He'd like to play with you...but he doesn't want to compromise what he has with Wade or ruin your friendship, and it's tormenting him. It's 'Stuart this' and 'Cody that'. He has photos of you and Wade in his wallet. And me, of course. Hehehe."

"So what do I do?" asked Cody.

"Listen to him when he pours his heart out to you?" Sami said, "Don't judge him? Be the best friend you claim you are."

"Got it," Cody said sheepishly.

"I'll make sure he does," Paige said.

"Thank you Saraya. Now I bet both of you want to blow off some steam thinking of me and Fergal back in 2011," Sami grinned shamelessly, "But don't tell Ben you know the juicy bits. Off you both pop because I have to call Ben immediately. I have a hardon that I need to take care of."

"TMI!" Paige squealed as Cody giggled.

"Byeeeeeee!" Sami teased before hanging up.

"Wow.." Cody sighed, "I guess he's right...but it didn't really help."

"It did. Samuel told you straight up why Finn acts the way hedoes," Paige said sternly, "Which is why if Wade values his dick and balls, he better be bloody genuine and not just riding his coat tails, thinking it'll get him over and into the main event scene."

"I hope so too," Cody sighed, "Oh Finny...bless him. I feel so bad. But he's still saying sorry to Naomi. I'm gonna push him there myself if I have to."

Neither of them noticed a smug Brad Maddox. He'd videoed their whole conversation with Sami. YAASSS. More tea to spill to the hunties.

---

Wade Barrett was trying not to be sick.

SHeamus and Cesaro were being so touchy. And the way Fandango was sat there creepily smiling at them both was just...ugh.

"Don't be so jealous," Cesaro smirked (Sheamus's hand was caressing his thigh and it felt so nice).

"Don't be so bloody horny!" complained Wade, "You've had all bloody day to bang."

"Stephen keeps my hormones flowing," Cesaro teased, "Never felt so alive. And ze fact I am ze main event tonight..."

"I have Reigns. In Chicago. I believe I'm being used as a means of trolling," Sheamus sighed, but with a wicked grin to Cesaro as he caressed some more, "I'll be watching the main event."

"You'll be stuck to your seat," Wade snarked, "Whilst I'm once more being made an idiot of with that goof Truth."

"Hand inside his trunks," ordered Fandango, delighting in Wade's discomfort.

Cesaro's eyes lit up. Mmmm. He was more submissive to Sheamus than ever since the fire had been re-ignited. Fandango seemed to get all his kicks lately from watching them fuck. And making Cesaro suck him off whilst being fucked. Mmmm.

Cesaro was their sub slash fucktoy.

Did he care?

Not a bit.

And now Fandango was ordering Sheamus to tease his hole at work? In Catering...with all their colleagues around...mmmm...

"Not while Stuey's here!" hissed Sheamus.

"He's got nothing you haven't seen before," Fandango snarled, "Hand. In your ex's trunks."

"FOR FUCKS SAKE!" bellowed Wade, having had just about ENOUGH, "Do what the fuck you want in your bleedin' hotel room, that's cool. Not at work when I'm eating my twatting tea!"

"I don't think little Devitt's been giving that hungry hole up has he?" Fandango had the most evil smile going on, "I think he deserves a caning. Isn't that right Stephen?"

Sheamus looked like he'd seen a ghost.

WHAT?

Fandango PROMISED he wouldn't MENTION that in Wade's presence! He gave the Irishman his word! Why was the dominant dancer ALWAYS moving the wretched goalposts?!

"What the bloody hell's he on about now?" Wade snapped to Sheamus, "Jesus your sex games are just weird."

"Stop it," SHeamus tried to reason with Fandango.

"Stephen told me," Fandango went on, "That he'd quite like to dress up our new NXT Champion, in an Irish catholic school uniform. And give him a hard spanking. Maybe even a caning."

Wade's cock was hard in a flash.

Oh fucking hell. He was gonna hotfoot it downtown tomorrow morning and buy a costume and act this out himself before ANY fucker got their hands on his boy!

"You will do no such thing," he snarled furiously, "Because he's MINE. I ain't fucking pimping him out to you dirty buggers. And for your information, our sex life is fucking fine. I shagged him straight after my tag match backstage in Tokyo. We shagged two more times in the hotel afterwards. The morning after. We had a match as well. He was that turned on he came in his trunks whilst I had him in a kneeling chinlock. He still gave me one hell of a blowjob backstage after that an'all. And we fucked this morning AND this lunchtime. He likes to wear his new title whilst we do it. SO up yours. Our sex life is awesome. You ain't getting him!"

"Looks like aaahhh...ve got told..." Cesaro sighed as his hole was caressed by Sheamus' finger, "Sorry Stephen, looks like you're stuck vith me."

"Get him juiced up," barked Fandango.

That did it.

Wade got to his feet, a combination of horny, pissed off and a little nauseous. Why was he even there?!

As soon as the Brit left, Cesaro turned hungry, blazing eyes to Sheamus.

"Kiss him." snarled Fandango.

Sheamus devoured the Swiss' lips.

Cesaro straddled Sheamusa t the table and began to grind sluttishly, most unlike him, forgetting his height and strength.

"Easy tiger.." huffed Sheamus, "Jesus Curt...look what you've done.."

"You could have refused," Fandango hissed menacingly, "You enjoy him as much as he enjoys you. Up you both get. NOW."

"I have to see Cena," Cesaro moaned, not wanting to leave this position. Sheamus' bulge was rubbing between his trunk-clad cheeks. He was desperate. He was as thirsty for cock as Cody, Dean, Sami, Finn were on a daily basis.

"You're as horny as bloody Randy Orton," Sheamus sighed, shooting a wicked smile at Cesaro.

"And? You love it," Cesaro purred, "Ze Master says ve have to get up."

He climbed to his feet.

"I am nobody's slave," grumbled Sheamus.

"Not what you said when I fingered you again," snarled Fandango, "UP!"

"OK, OK," huffed Sheamus.

"Out. Move it. Both of you."

SHeamus stomped behind the Swiss as they were chivvied out, no doubt to many superstars' amusements.

Fandango just watched the two muscular hunks he now had pandering to his whim. MMMM. He'd gotten these manly jocks to submit to him. So easily. And he thought some lions could never be tamed. Made him wonder about opening up another slot in his growing harem...the dancer loved a challenge. Both of them had fell wonderfully for his mind games.

He'd had to work on Sheamus a little, having to bottom (not that he complained, his itch had been scratched well and truly there) for a while before revealing his true dom colours.

But now Sheamus admitted and embraced his passions for the Swiss despite their ugly breakup, Fandango could get them both do what he wanted.

But why should Sheamus get all the fun of that beautiful ass?

Fandango wanted in.

He wanted a go on Cesaro's amazing buns.

They found a side room.

"In!" he barked.

"Bloody hell what now.." sighed Sheamus.

"Be quiet Stephen," Cesaro silenced his beloved with a kiss. Yeah he still loved Sheamus after all the mess. And what? One night with the vermilion-haired ivory-skinned hunk and you'd feel the same!

Cesaro still wasn't au fait with the DeLorean though.

Fandango struck.

He steamed in and wrestled Cesaro off Sheamus. Before yanking the big Swiss into a hypnotic kiss off his own, the Swiss moaned with ecstasy as that magical tongue touched the most sensitive spots on his mouth.

Sheamus was hard once more. WOW.

Oh fuck. Don't stop. What a SHOW!

Fandango had his hand in Cesaro's trunks, caressing his hole and taint, deliberately avoiding his cock, and the Swiss was whimpering and moaning in joy. How did this guy DO it? Either that or Cesaro was just a slutty mess who was easy to get going.

"Takezemoff.." moaned the Swiss.

Fandango bit on Cesaro's bottom lip.

"I will undress you when I'm ready...bitch," he snarled, in that breathy voice that could turn ANY man on.

"Vot do you vont vith me...?" whimpered Cesaro.

"Your hot ass is MINE," Fandango growled, "BEND OVER."

SLAP.

Cesaro obeyed. Mmmm. He liked this a lot. THis was such fun. SO naughty. And people wouldn't expect a six foot Adonis like himself to be a slut in the bedroom, begging for dick. ANd he got off on that.

He gripped the wall, his amazing ass out and proud as Fandango spanked him once more.

Sheamus was transfixed. Too gobsmacked to do anything about the straining cock in his trunks.

He wanted to see what would happen next.

Would Cesaro give his arse up to the shorter Fandango?

Fandango yanked the trunks down. Cesaro snapped his hips to aid the undressing.

Wow. Guess not.

"I'm gonna steam through that," snarled Fandango, "My Swiss fuck toy."

"Hey!" Sheamus found himself protesting.

"SSSH..." Fandango hissed, just making the lightest of strokes between Cesaro's cheeks, causing moan after moan of joy from the Swiss, "I'm talking. You are watching."

A very impure thought flashed across Cesaro's mind.

A similar one had also crossed Fandango's.

Fandango looked over at Sheamus...well the Irishman had caused Fandango to make a lot of noise with that weapon he packed...

Ted DiBiase never complained about Fandango's inches...neither did Gabriel. A-Ry. Mathews. Or any of the studs the dancer had dicked.

"C'mere," snarled Fandango, pulling Cesaro to him for some manly kissing, "What you thinking?"

They began to jerk each other off.

Cesaro gasping at the contact at last. He was leaking so much precum. He was SO turned on. All the time. He was worse than a teen. Fandango's dick seemed pretty thick...in his mouth at least.

Sheamus was hung and touched him in places nobody else had. Maybe it was the slight curve.

But...

"I...vant...to see.." Cesaro gasped between kisses, "If...I can.."

"Take both of us huh?" Fandango snarled, biting on his bottom lip.

"How did you..." Cesaro went red but continued to kiss and jerk the hot dancer off.

"I can read minds, I know what guys want," Fandango hissed, "After Battleground. We are both having you. STEPHEN."

Sheamus gaped.

He looked at Cesaro.

Who shot him the hungriest, passionate look.

"What?"

"How about it?" Fandango snarled.

"How about what?"

"You'll wait and fiund out," teased the dancer, locking lips with the Swiss once more and wrestling him to the wall. His Superman strength useless now. His long, furry legs opened and he thrust hips forward.

Fandango sank to his knees and began to run his tongue up inside those heavenly thighs...across those furry, tight balls...and up into the tight, muscular hole.

"Ohhhhhhh! FUCK..." gasped Cesaro. THis was INTENSE...wow.

Fandango hungrily began to eat the Swiss hunk out, enjoying the sounds filling the air. Cesaro was such a big bottom. And it was so fucking hot. Such a beast on the weights and in the ring...and so submissive between the sheets.

Cesaro didn't care. Corey Graves had tried to hit him up this morning,even after everything.

Cesaro said no. He'd changed roles permanently.

No more topping for him.

Not when he could get ATTENTION LIKE THIS...fuck...

"Ohh yes...don't stop..." he groaned.

"You have such a tasty ass.." Fandango whispered seductively, "Would you like me to fuck you now?"

"YES...oui...ja...please..." Cesaro was desperate.

Fandango crawled back to his feet and began to remove his flashy pants.

COmmando underneath. Of course.

Actually. He pulled them back up to his thighs. Cesaro was the sub. HE should be the naked one.

"I'm gonna fuck that European ass..." spat Fandango, "And nothing you can do to stop me. Legs open."

Cesaro moaned and leaned against the wall as Fandango pinned him too it, devouring his lips once more and brushing his entrance with his hardon.

"No..lube..." gasped the Swiss.

"On your knees and provide me with some." Fandango barked.

Cesaro did so.

Sheamus was wide-eyed and motionless. The POWER Fandango seemed to yield. It was incredible.

Cesaro sucked and licked at the dancer's hardon.

Before his head was forcibly removed.

And he was pinned to the wall.

Fandango aimed...and Cesaro was THAT turned on..he slipped inside.

"Oww...onhhh fuck...fuck...deeper..." moaned the desperate Swiss, "THat's it...OH YES..."

His sweet spot was speared.

Fandango smirked. Oh yes. He still had it. He had another hot hunk eating out the palm of his hand completely.

Cesaro's ass was tight as fuck. He began to nail the big Swiss like some common twink, silencing the moans of need with fierce manly kisses.

Sheamus was almost floored by the white hot show he was witnessing. Who the hell needed porn?! He lowered his trunks and began to feverishly jerk himself off. He wouldn't last watching this. Fuck. Cesaro really knew how to take dick. He was a born bottom.

Cesaro wrapped his long, sinewy arms around Fandango, moaning as loud as he dared.

"Ohh...ohh...oui ...oui...yes...please don't stop..." he whined.

"Like this dont you Superman? You like being fucked at work," Fandango grunted.

Cesaro nodded.

"Please let me ride you..." he whimpered, his back smashing against the unforgiving whitewashed breeze block wall.

"No. You are going to take it here."

Fuck.

Sheamus had to keep edging.

This was SO hot.

"Make him cum.." he found himself growling.

Cesaro was already close.

His spot was being hit perfectly as he was concertina'd up like this by the shorter Fandango. Fuck how did this man do it? He could seduce ANYONE.

Except maybe Sheamus...

"Ohhhh yes...you're amazing.." whimpered the big Swiss, now a colossal mess...sheened with sweat, his skin on fire, his abs tightening uncontrollably...he was sooo close. Dangerously close.

"Cum for me," Fandango's voice was electrifying.

"Oui monsieur.."

"I said. Shoot your load."

Fandango pulled almost all the way out. And then thrust back in hard. What a hot ass. This was why he loved fucking big men. They often made the most messy, hot bottoms. Former tops especially so.

Those fucking THIGHS just looked right atop his own.

Soon he'd be making Sheamus like that.

One day he will make them both bend over and screw both asses in turn.

Oh the PLANS he had for these studs.

"I'msoclose.." gasped the desperate Swiss.

"Let go...forget where you are.."

"Ahh...ahhh..."

"Good man...unleash your passions.."

Cesaro couldn't hold it any longer...he was going to cum and nothing would stop him...his mouth bellowing his ecstasy...

His roaring scream split the air and his warm essence sprayed between their writhing bodies...he was exploding hard...fuck...he wasn't expecting to cum like that.

Sheamus groaned as he finally went over the edge. Cesaro climaxing unaided never failed to finish him. It should be illegal to be that hot.

Cesaro writhing and wrapped his limp limbs around the dancer, still buried in him.

Sloppy kisses.

"I am going to cum inside you," Fandango hissed.

"But..." Sheamus spluttered.

"You're BOTH mine," Fandango snarled fiercely, "I'm claiming him too."

He continued to fuck.

"Please, I like feeling guys shoot inside me.." whimpered Cesaro.

Well only Sheamus had ever cum in him.

But still.

Fandango let out a stream of strangle curses and drove deep inside the tall hunk he'd reduced to a hot mess.

Cesaro felt it shoot in him and whimpered.

At last the dancer pulled out.

Cesaro sank gracelessly to the cold linoleum floor. Sated. Feeling pretty naughty.

Sheamus had just about made himself decent.

"Fucking hell.." breathed the Irishman, "Hottest show on Earth."

"You should try it zumtime," smirked the satisfied Swiss, "Feels SO good."

"No." Sheamus barked.

Fandango shot him a fierce look. Oh yes you will, big man.

"You will Stephen or those photos of you..."

"FINE!" Sheamus was pink in the face, "OK...OK...maybe..."

"No maybes. I am popping your cherry and that's that," Fandango snarled, "GO and help your ex up now I'm done with that tight asspussy."

Sheamus padded over and helped Cesaro to his feet.

"Vot photos.." asked Cesaro with a cheeky smile.

"Nothing," Sheamus mumbled.

"Tell me Stephen."

"Maybe in private."

"I can show you," Fandango had his phone out.

"Put that away," Sheamus hissed warningly.

"Why? Nothing he's not seen before," Fandango had an evil smile going on as he scrolled through his pictures. The amount of money he could gain from leaking these to TMZ...

He showed Cesaro.

Cesaro';s eyes widened.

Sheamus looked like he wanted a trapdoor to materalise beneath his feet.

"Stephen...my my.." the Swiss gasped, "Firstly...vye vosn't I invited to zat.."

"He really enjoyed it," Fandango breathed, "He asked for more."

"SHUT UP.." Sheamus groaned.

"When's my session," asked Cesaro.

"You're a hungry slut aren't you?" growled Fandango, "Maybe at the weekend...if you're good."

Cesaro shimmied back into his trunks.

"I haff to find Cena," he mumbled, stumbling a little. He'd had a pretty good seeing to and all was right with the world. The match he and John had planned should be amazing.

"Rolling around with a big hulk, you'd love it wouldn't you," Fandango hissed.

"Cena is not my type," Cesaro grinned, walked out the room a touch bow-leggedly.

"You wouldn't dare leak those," Sheamus said to Fandango.

"What you so scared of Stephen?" asked the dancer, "You've already broadened your horizons with me. Why is it so taboo to you? Cesaro's no twink? And he's amazing at taking a dicking."

"He's all continental, I'm..not," admitted Sheamus, "He can pull it off."

"You enjoyed that little session," Fandango assured him, "Just...relax. You'll enjoy it."

"So what's the post-Battleground thing you and Claude just planned?" asked Sheamus.

"You'll have to wait and see...surprised you didn't work it out," Fandango teased, "Let's just say, Cesaro wants to show off the strength of one of his muscles.."

---

The Toxic Trio were in the arena bathroom.

Corey was suffering effects of the spiked water bottle. He was trapped in a stall.

Miz's own ailment at the hands of the spiteful NXT CHampion had subsided somewhat.

"Sure you're not legit sick?" he asked, "I'm OK now.."

"I don't know!" Corey complained, "Owww...I'm actually on fire...this toilet's been slaughtered.."

Brad winced.

He sprayed some more Axe into the air.

"Can I tell you the tea I've had brewing yet now you've stopped farting like a brass band?!" he sassed.

"Tell me Bradley. I can always tell Corey if he finally gets off that john," Miz smirked, "What is the tea? Please tell me its more Balor tea."

"Oh yes," Brad grinned, "Get this. I recorded it so it might not be audible as it was via a Facetime, but Balor and Zayn messed about."

"Really?" Miz looked like all his Christmases had come early, "Tell me more."

"Let Zayn tell you himself," Brad said, hitting play.

The Facetime conversation was just about hearable. Sami had been on loudspeaker and the corridor acoustics had picked it up nicely.

Miz gaped and smirked at the revelations.

When the video finished, Brad just looked triumphant.

"So Balor's that much of a whore, he even begged a lame-ass like Zayn for a dicking? Wow I feel better about myself," Miz smirked, "At least when I get dick, I do it with class."

"Wonder what Neville thinks...seeing as he doesn't know ALL the details. I think we should do the decent thing and fill him in, don't you?" Brad grinned.

"Oh I think so. I mean, him and Zayn. They won't last," Miz sneered, "Zayn's on the shelf until next year. Neville's on the road, BOUND to get frustrated and stray..."

"ANd if its with one of us, well, it happens," Brad said.

The chain flushed and the stall door opened, Corey skulked out, looking in quite a bit of pain.

"How you feeling?" asked Miz.

"Like I've just lost several pounds," Corey moaned, "Cancelled the hookup. That panel was the worst experience of my life. We better hit the hotel before they lock up."

As the trio made their way to the car park, Miz and Brad eagerly filled their crony in on the latest tea on Finn.

"I thought so!" Corey smiled nastily, "No wonder Zayn tried scaring me off Balor."

"I don;t care how hot Balor is, I wouldn't touch that with a ten foot mast," Brad said, "Psychos are not a good fuck."

"And sounds like he wouldn't know how to top anyway," Corey said, "Wasted my time. So. Who wants Neville first because he is NOT gonna like finding out that his darling boyfriend almost stuck his dick in WWE's resident bunny boiler. I know somebody else who screwed Balor by the way."

"OOOH WHO?!" squealed Miz.

"Paul Tracey," Corey said triumphantly, "Hit him up. I have him on Whatsapp."

"Gimme!" Miz was bouncing on the spot.

"Or I could tell you the edited basics," Corey said, "Reads similar to Marty. Paul wanted one night to sate a bad case of blue balls, Balor wanted a commitment. So gored all the tyres on Paul's car when he turned him down."

"What a nutjob," Brad sighed.

"I think one of us has to honeytrap Barrett," Corey said, "I still would do anything to get back on that British beef."

"Not that again Corey...do we have to?" whined Brad.

"Don't be a wimp Bradley, its the perfect way to ensure a massive Balor meltdown," Miz smirked, "And as Corey and I have already been on Wade..."

"Me?" Brad raised his eyebrows.

"Fuck.." Corey doubled over in pain.

"You OK?" asked Miz.

"No! I'm...I can't go back there... look just cover me with your jacket!" cried Corey.

Miz complied instantly to give his crony some dignity.

They were thankful nobody was around. Poor Corey.

"Jesus, you should take tomorrow off," Brad remarked, "Oh man I have to leave. This is wrong. I'll wait by the car."

"Did you have anything to eat or drink on the panel?" Miz asked the suffering Corey.

"Just some water.."

"Wait...I got a suspicion, you got the water with you?" Miz asked.

"IN my bag."

Miz fumbled inside Corey's sports bag and found the half-drunk bottle of water. He opened it. Smelled odd. He took a sip.

"THat's got something in it..." he said, "Hunty I think Balor got you again."

"WHAT?" cried Corey.

"Who gave you that water?" Miz asked.

"Renee."

"SHe's in leagues with the Plastics. Bet Balor gave it to her. THe fucking sneaky..."

"Which is why we have to get rid of him for good," Corey sighed.

"How about," Miz smiled wickedly, "One of us takes Wade aside..."

"Like hell he'd believe us?" Corey moaned and held his stomach as it griped nastily. OW.

"If I showed him mine and Marty's convo," Miz suggested, "And I bet Rockstar Spud will confirm it."

"I know so many of Balor's exes," Corey said, "I'm getting DMs all the time still. Even just now."

"What do they all say?" asked Miz.

"Scratches, clingy, psycho," Corey replied, "All the same. We have enough tea here to send him packing. Triple H won't want someone like that carrying his NXT title. Why they took it off Kevin for that mess I don't know."

"Because Balor's over, how I don't know why, he has the world's most basic finisher," Miz spat, "A foot stomp. I mean REALLY?!"

"He's as basic as you get," Corey agreed, "All because he crawls to the ring like the bitch on heat he is and at specials wears a stupid headdress and paints himself up like a dog's dinner."

"All I want is my FIVE FUCKING GRAND!" Miz cried, "Ruining that bitch is just a bonus to me."

---

"Not apologising," Finn spat obstinately.

"You are, and that's an order," Cody said, "Trinity is awesome and doesn't deserve disrespect."

"She was eavesdropping," Finn replied, folding his arms, "You can't make me."

"I can. And I will."

Cody shoved him forward.

"Hands off," snarled FInn.

"This is non-negotiable," Cody continued, now chivvying him forward, "Stop deadweighting yourself."

"I don't need this shit. Where's my boyfriend?"

"Showers."

"Then I should be there. Not wasting my time with you."

"Don't give me the attitude Fergal," snapped Cody, sounding much more like Sami than ever, "You're apologising and that is that."

"You're not me mother!" yelled FInn, "I'm the fucking NXT Champion! You have no place giving me orders!"

"And you have no place acting like you own this joint! You're still in developmental. Just remember that!" Cody hit back.

"Er...remind me when your last title run was?" sassed Finn, checking his nails, major stank-face going on.

Cody rolled his eyes.

"It's not gonna work on me," he said, "You forget before you even set foot in Orlando, I was head bitch in charge around here."

"Please. I could reduce you to tears with just one sentence."

"Just fucking move your ass Devitt. I don't give a fuck what strap you have on your waist."

"You wish you were relevant enough to hold that title."

OK enough was enough. Time for Cody to fight fire with fire.

"Right," he spat, "I've had enough of this. I'm sorry I didn't want to fuck you. I'm sorry we couldn't use Wade or Joshy as pawns in some twisted fantasy of yours to justify you wanting my dick up you. If you had your way, they wouldn;t have even been involved and you could have me all to yourself. I'm not interested in you Fergal. Not now. Not ever. We're friends and nothing more. You're not having me and that is that. Grow the fuck up, act like a thirty-three-year-old and apologise to Trinity immediately."

"Two bottoms don't make a top anyway," clapped back Finn, "I don't want anything that's been dipped in your gold digging wife. No thank you."

SLAP.

Finn was clutching his cheek.

Cody was seething.

"I don't give a damn WHAT you do," he hissed after a pregnant pause, "I am done with you."

"What the fuck's going on?!" roared a Manchester accent.

Wade Barrett had left the locker room just in time to see Cody slap Finn around the face.

"He hit me," Finn snarled, "Cunt."

"He deserved it, taking shots at my wife. Again."

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE! I'm SICK of this shit," Wade was absolutely fuming. This was too much. Really.

"Me too. Stop riding my coat-tails Rhodes," Finn padded over to Wade, "Leave me and MY BOYFRIEND alone."

Wade shuffled away.

Cody glowered at him.

"I'm sick of YOU," Wade spat.

Not to Cody, but to Finn.

"What?" Finn went white.

"You. Starting up shitty bitchy drama every single bloody time you come on the road," Wade snarled, "I am pigsick of cleaning up the crap you leave behind because you still think you're at school and have to act like head fucking cheerleader or some other bollocks."

"Stuart...no...please..."

"And I think Cody's right. You played me and that poor sod MAthews like fucking violins, all because you can't keep your pants on! You really think we'd just stand back and let you make an arse out of me...out of both us like that? And looks like Cody doesn't want you after all. So you wasted your time. It's over. I have had enough. "

"What?! I've moved into your house Stuart...you can't chuck me out on the streets!" screamed Finn.

"I think I bloody should," Wade raged, "It's the best place for a manipulative little slapper like you."

Cody covered his face. No. No. This wasn't what he needed. Not now. Please. No more mess.

"Cody?" came Eden's voice, "You ready to go?"

"Yes honey," Cody replied, "Be a minute."

"I'll wait in the car," the beautiful announcer said. She took in the silent Finn and fuming Wade. Best not to ask.

She walked away, her heels clacking on the lino.

"Wade.." Cody said, "That was uncalled for."

"What you both want isn't it? Your poor bloody wife," snarled Wade, "I'm done. As soon as you land back in Orlando Devitt, pack your bags and get the fuck out of my house."

And with that, the beefy Brit stomped off.

Finn was shaking.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Cody had no idea what to do. If he left his best friend now...but Eden was waiting. And he was due to fly back home tonight.

Why did he come back?

He didn't need any extra baggage right now.

Where the hell was Sami Zayn when you needed him? Why did he have to be injured?!

Cody found his spine. Silently he padded to Finn and wrapped his arms around the shell-shocked NXT Champion who began to sniffle into his chest.

"C'mon..." he whispered.

"Leave me alone."

"Finny.."

"What? You don't want me. Stuart just dumped me. Your wifey's waiting."

"Don't be like that...mmmfff.."

Finn sprang, his mouth locked onto Cody's, kissing him like it was the last thing he could do. Cody tried to fight him off.

"NO!" he cried, wrestling the Irishman away.

"I want you.."

"No. You don't."

"Yes. I do!"

"Stop lying to yourself. It was just a crush...curioisty about a friend."

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Don't be stupid."

"I do. I mean it. I love you Cody."

"No you don't. You just like having a backup when your backstage bitching goes awry."

Cody knew he had to be cruel to be kind.

"That...I've told you stuff about me that hardly anyone else knows...I trusted you with my life Cody! You're throwing it back in my face when I've just confessed to you how I really feel?" cried Finn.

"You're confused...head's a bit messed up..."

"OH IS IT?!" screamed the NXT Champion, "I suppose you're siding with MARTY! WITH PAUL! WITH EVERYONE WHO EVER FUCKED ME AND THEN FUCKED OFF BECAUSE THEY COULDN'T STAND THE HORRIBLE IDEA OF COMMITTING TO ME?"

He was getting hysterical now.

Cody was backing away.

"Not about taking sides," he said, "You've got issues that need to be addressed."

"OH HAVE I?! AND WHAT ARE THEY, PRAY?!"

"You're way too insecure, you're clingy! You're worse than a middle-school girl! We had this before! Remember London? All because I focused on Layla instead of you for ten minutes! I'm suffocating!"

"Fuck me," Finn hissed.

Cody gave him a withering look.

"I mean it. Fuck me."

"No. What happened to Wade, the 'love of your life'?"

"He doesn't want me. I'm obviously too much of a burden. I make effort to come on the road to support him and he always goes and fucks off with his buddies Sheamus and Cena. Oh and Neville too. And to be honest...recently, I've not been coming on the road to see him. I've been coming on the road to see you. I heard a wee rumour you would be backstage tonight. I've not been on the road since..."

"But Finny..."

"Answer me straight Cody. Josh dumped you didn't he?"

Cody went silent.

It was an awkward pause.

He then nodded.

"Let me help you get over it," Finn got right in Cody's personal space.

"No Finny..this is not the way..."

"Please..."

They were inches from each other.

"You're on the rebound Finny."

"So are you. Just kiss me."

"Finny. We're both bottoms. This won't work...even if we wanted it to."

"I can top...occasionally..."

"Finny. Stop it. You're lying to yourself if you think I'm better for you than a guy who (Cody ALMOST dropped the bombshell about the ring)...anyway...look sweetie, I better go."

Finn deadweighted himself. Cody;'s breath minty and cool on his cheek.

"Kiss me.." he whispered, almost pleadingly.

Cody reluctantly pecked him on the cheek.

And then on the lips.

And again.

Sparks flew and the two tormented men began to fiercely make out, whimpering with need and lust. FInn tore Cody's Lacoste polo up and over his head before planting kisses down that amazing torso.

"Stop..." Cody whined.

"I can't...I want you so much."

"No...I'm not ready...not had enough time.."

Cody reached for his polo and pulled it back on over his head.

"Maybe one day," he said.

He gave Finn a small smile before padding out down the corridor.

The Irishman opened Facebook.

His relationship status changed to 'It's Complicated'.

He then began to take his workout shorts off (obviously earlier on he'd changed out his ring gear) and his briefs.

He lay on the floor, arse up, to take a cheeky selfie. He sucked his thumb and did his best cute, naughty smile.

He sent it to Cody.

To: Codes *heart emojis*

Something to help convince you darlin ;) xxx

He hovered over Wade's number.

But something in him prevented him deleting or blocking it. However. He changed his lock screen to a photo of him and Cody.

His background. Another photo of them.

Settings...change passcode.

He changed it from '1008' (Wade's birthday) to '3006' (Cody's).

He decided to show Wade he could still be a boss.

He took a selfie of himself giving the finger.

But first, he changed Wade's name from 'Stuart *heart emojis*' to simply 'Barrett'.

And then sent the photo.

To: Barrett

Your loss bitch. Never loved you anyway. I just needed my cobwebs cleared out. You did for a while.

He might not have believed what he said, but right now it was the only ammo he had to hit Wade back.

---

Ooooh 'eck. A drama fest. Do you feel sorry for Finn or think he's a manipulative bitch? He is most likely on the rebound. Will Wade get his head out of his arse?

And as for Fandango and his hunk harem...is Sheamus out his depth? There's nothing sinister going on, just wanted a pairing (or rather a threeway) that was a little spicier than the others! And because they're the most popular, even smaller appearances have to give a huge impact...

Sorry it was Finn-heavy, but seeing as he slayed at BEast In The East, well, I couldn't not bring my bae back to the forefront! I always imagine him in his ring gear and merch tee for some reason when I write his scenes, that's why he's always in it at Raw!

And I heard Coddles and Goldust were backstage at Raw Chicago so it meant I could bring him back for one chapter...he'll probably next appear in person when/if he's back on TV.