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.

40. Chapter 40

CHapter 40

Wow...how did we get to 40?!

Well last chapter was DRAMAAAA. I feel sorry for everyone at NXT...A dumped Finn will snatch everyone's edges bald. You thought he was a boss before...he's angry and upset now...:O

Raw though...YAAAAAAAAAASSSS. Becky, Sasha, Charlotte...WWE in general giving a shit about the Divas. CODDLES IS BACK! I regret nothing.

Nothing sinister regarding Fandango, though Sheamus quite rightly is more worried about losing 'man points' if his mates Wade, Cena and Adrian all find out what he''s been getting up to with Fandango than actually losing his bottoming V-card! Because you know Cena will be all ready with the wind-ups and ribs!

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Atlanta, GA

Cody RHodes AKA Stardust took a deep breath as he walked into the arena. So he was back for good. He'd decided that it was time to do so. He was not going to allow the worst thing that had ever happened to him get exploited for cheap pops on TV. So he was remaining resolutely, and defiantly, as Stardust.

He thought it was the right thing to do.

Last week...ugh.

He'd had to block Finn Balor's number, which he hated having to do. The Irishman was bombarding him with selfies. Nude selfies.

Calling him.

Every day.

Looks like, Cody grudgingly thought, Miz was right. Finn was a stalker.

He signed in, and then headed for the locker room.

"See you later," Eden pecked him on the cheek.

Cody returned it.

After his wife headed for 'female talent', Cody padded towards the men's area. Thankfully nobody in the locker room. He tossed his bag into the corner and shuffled out, placing his Rayban shades onto his pretty face. He pushed his black and gold Snapback around so the peak pointed backwards (he looked dudebro from head to toe right now) and headed for a side exit, pulling his cigarettes from his bright red shorts pocket (pretty tight, short ones) and lit one.

His phone buzzed.

I'm behind a trailer x

Cody shuffled across the sunny car park. He knew Atlanta AKA Catfish capital of the world like the back of his hand (well it was technically his home town - he grew up not far away in Marietta after all) and found the trailer, the one, he snickered to himself, with Eva Marie's vacant smile plastered all over it.

He tapped a reply.

Here xxxxx

A man came wandering over, also disguised with Snapback and Ray-Bans. Baggy three-quarter shorts, a tight red striped polo showing off his tattooed arms.

Whimpers, moans...sparks flew. Lips locked.

"JOshyy..." Cody's eyes leaked with emotion as he and his re-uinited beloved continued to passionately make out.

"Coddles..."

"Thank you...thank you.." Cody sniffled, "For being here.."

"I wanted to...you know that," Josh sighed, "Oh baby...I've missed you...I can't say sorry enough."

"You're here Joshy...in my arms...where you belong."

"How long till they need you?"

"I got three hours...my excuse is gym workout," Cody whispered.

"Good enough for me," Josh whispered, "I'm parked round the corner. My my, those shorts are tight as fuck.."

He caressed the VPL Cody was showing off.

"Commando Joshy," Cody grinned, "Less for you to take off."

"Good cos I'm not wearing any either," Josh smiled.

"Where's the car?" Cody asked, taking his beloved's hand proudly. This was clandestine yet open. They walked out of the back of the arena and onto the street.

Josh then turned and pulled COdy to him, kissing him publicly.

Unless anyone was examining their faces closely under the shades and back-turned bro hats, they just looked like two average hot male specimens making out in the street.

"Joshy!" squealed Cody, grinning from ear to ear.

"I don't give a fuck," Josh snarled, "I hurt you. I'm trying to show you how much you truly mean to me. I'm PROUD to be a member of the Rhodes family. FUCKING proud."

"And I'm proud to call this beautiful man my FUTURE FUCKING HUSBAND!" Cody said fiercely, tears in his eyes.

"Cody Garrett RUnnels, I love you. Always."

"Joshua Matthew A. Lomberger, I fucking love you always. Nothing will ever stop me from doing so."

Josh had reached out to Cody the day after the explosive drama with Finn and Wade.

Cody had been so floored by it, convinced Josh had abandoned him, that he'd forgotten to do his usual bitchy start-a-fight routine and just let Josh apologise. He'd forgiven Josh instantly and they'd had a TWO HOUR Skype call, which went from happy memories of Dusty, to Total Divas, to a huge bitch about Miz, Corey and Brad, to Finn and his drama, to a sultry naked session...before passionate, tearful declarations of love, Cody inviting Josh to Atlanta, Josh insisting that he'd crawl across broken glass to get back to his beloved Coddles.

"Not even clingy, jealous NXT Champions?" Josh gave a small smile.

"Not even him," Cody whispered, "Kiss me."

More making out.

Josh unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for the hot Georgian hunk.

Cody climbed in, legs apart as he sat down.

Naughty.

Josh climbed in next to him, wishing he'd worn some sexier shorts.

But Cody loved the way Josh dressed (even if Josh's housemate Spud made fun of it!). So the smaller, elder man just rolled with it.

"THat tee is rather tight, Joshy.." Cody licked his lips.

"Most of them are," Josh purred, reaching out to stroke between Cody's thighs. Cute little whimpers.

"Feel inside them Joshy, you know you want to," Cody moaned.

"Wait till we at least get to the motel room..I wanna talk to you about this Finn Balor thing."

"Fuck first, talk about friends later Joshy."

"No Coddles."

"HARRUMPH!"

Josh started the engine and began to pull away.

"What's there to talk about Joshy?" asked Cody.

"Don't you think deserting the guy is the worst thing you could do?" Josh asked.

"He scares me Joshy. He's crazy."

"No. He's just got self-esteem issues because people have used and abused him and he's got to try and maintain face cos he's Prince Devitt, FInn Balor, NXT Champ yadda yadda. You see a hottie like him, those abs and talent, and think, what's he got to be sad about?"

"He stalks guys!" Cody pouted, "He's been sending me nudes all week. I had to block him yesterday."

"Way to go!" Josh snarked, "That'll help him sort his ish out! Coddles, I thought you valued your friends...even those who happened to have a crush..just remember how we got together.."

"I know that Joshy...just...I don't want to lose you again."

"You haven't. Come here."

He leaned across to peck Cody's lips.

"I'm always here," Josh replied, "Whether it's TNA, or my fashion casts.."

"So what should I do? You're my future husband Joshy, you should always have the answers to my problems."

Sucking of thumb.

Josh sighed a little.

"Unblock him. Say sorry, be firm that you're not interested.."

"I tried that Joshy. He won't listen. He doesn't know we've...made up.."

"You never told him?!"

"Well he was annoying me so I didn't think it was his right to know."

"So you're letting him send you naked photos...that won't confuse him at all...Coddles...you like looking at him don't you?"

"A little..." Cody confessed, "Only a teeny weeny little bit..and then when I inhaled your Paul Smith cologne just now, I almost came in these shorts."

"They are rather tight," Josh smirked.

"A size smaller, swimmers," Cody grinned, "I know I have bulge goin' on...hehehehe...and they cling to my booty.."

"Stop it, I'm so fucking hard.." Josh whispered as they came to a red light.

A deft hand began to unzip and unbutton Josh's baggy khaki three-quarter shorts. Josh lifted his ass and let them fall...

"Mmmm..." Cody whined, jerking Josh off instantly.

"Trust you...ohhh...man..." moaned Josh as the light turned green. Driving with pants round your knees, and someone jerking you off whilst you do so...he wouldn't recommend it. Cody just wouldn't let up.

Thank God the motel appeared.

When Josh parked up, Cody pounced, devouring his lips, deadweighting so Josh had no choice but to make out with him yet again.

"Do we have to go inside?" Cody whined, "Take me in this car right now."

"A bed is more comfortable," Josh whispered.

"I'll sleep on a bed of nails just to feel you in my ass again.." Cody moaned hungrily. A wet spot was visible on the tight shorts. Damn.

"I can see," Josh's eyes raked the bulging crotch. So reluctantly, Cody climbed off him to allow him to redress his bottom half and then the two men headed into the motel to Josh's room. Josh hung the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door handle and shut the door to.

Instantly Cody was coming at him, whimpering, mewling kissing.

Josh's striped red polo was whipped over his head and tossed into the corner.

Cody let out a needy snarl as he tore down Josh's baggy khakis. YAAASS.

"Ohhh FUCCK!" Josh gasped as Cody's mouth engulfed his hardon, that pretty raven head bobbing back and forth.

Cody was so ready. More than ready. He was itching to just get on that bed, open his legs and have Josh inside him.

Josh extricated himself from Cody, who didn't make it easy and was magnetised to his cock.

"Coddles..." Josh sighed.

"Can't get enough..." moaned Cody.

Josh kicked off his khakis and Nike high-tops, now naked.

Cody drooled. Licking his lips. He unbuttoned his red shorts and shimmied out of them, his cock hard and proud. Mmmmmm. What a HUNK. Josh never tired of that body.

Cody peeled his navy vest off and kicked off his flipflops.

He grinned from ear to ear before pulling Josh to him, grinding wantonly, tipping their muscular bodies onto the bed, wrapping his smooth, long legs around Josh, making the cutest little screams. Already the weeping head of Josh's hard cock was teasing Cody's tight, smooth hole.

They knew each other so well.

"Lube.." Cody whined.

"No foreplay?" Josh asked, pecking those pouty pink lips.

Cody shook his head.

"Just need you in me," he mewled, "Joshy..."

"Cody.."

Cody bit Josh's lip.

"Ordering you to wreck my assgina," he grinned naughtily.

"Coddles..."

"Bae.."

"Stop that!"

"Or what?"

"I'll pull out before I shoot."

"You do that Joshua and I'll end you."

"Thirsty bitch."

"You love it...*WHIMPER*...hurry up and prep me please."

Josh slowly crawled out of the hot hunk's embrace to grab his lubricant.

Cody was stroking his asshole, making whimpering squeaks. His impressive cock was dripping strands of precum all over his ripped abs.

He was SO turned on.

This was not going to be a long session.

Cody's chest was tightening and his heart was racing with desire. Joshy. HIS JOSHY. His beloved. The apple of his eye. The last piece to his puzzle.

Josh slowly slicked his length up before coating three fingers. Slowly he kneeled between those feminine, perfect pins and inserted a finger.

"Ohhhh..."

"Relax..." the elder man whispered, "You know it'll hurt.."

"Did it hurt Robbie?" Cody couldn't help himself.

"Coddles..." sighed Josh.

"Is he a good fuck?"

"Look let's not..."

"Is he?"

"We both needed just to blow off excess steam..."

"That bitch comes within two feet of your naked body again and I will PLUCK OUT HIS FUCKING EYEBALLS!" Cody snarled, blue eyes flashing, "Touching what's rightfully mine."

"And you call Finn Balor possessive.." Josh remarked, "Look, Coddles, I used a rubber."

"Then I'll let it go. But that bitch better keep her filthy cheap tanned paws OFF my man or I am snatching," COdy spat.

"A dicking a day keeps the bitching away, God help WWE," Josh hissed, starting to use two fingers to prep his boyfriend, enjoying the small screams and mews that filled the room.

"Quality not quantity Joshy..."

"I haven't jerked off in a fortnight," admitted Josh.

"Yaassss..." Fierce kisses to Josh's lips, "I hope you fill me bursting with a good load."

"You'll need it honey."

"Might keep me going for a couple of days...aaaahhhh...ohmygosh stop teasing already with the tip.."

Josh grinned down at the younger man as he pushed against that perfect smooth ass.

Slowly but surely he entered...Cody biting his lip to stifle his cry of pain at the sting. The long legs pulling Josh further inside the hot hunk under him...

"AH!" squealed Cody as AT LAST his prostate got stabbed. Josh was balls deep.

"Fuck YES...miss me?" Josh growled.

Cody nodded. Damn fucking right he did.

"Own me Joshy. FUck me until I can't cope anymore. I need you...!"

Josh did as he was told, moving in and out, revelling in the immodest whimpers, mewls, moans and little screams that filled his ears as Cody unleashed his pent-up testosterone...oh yes...YES...don't stop...EVER...

He loved how loud Cody was.

The way those jacked arms locked possesively around his neck...the fire burning in those brilliant blue eyes, framed by on-fleek, perfectly shaped dark eyebrows. So pretty.

Cody was making so much noise but also leaning up to steal the cutest of whispered kisses from Josh. Testosterone was raging through his body, as he writhed and gave himself fully to this urgently-needed coupling.

"Ohhh...aahhh...don't stop...don't stop...don't ever want you to stop Joshy..."

"Not *grunt*...gonna...ohhh fuck I missed ya...fuck...fuck..."

"Wanna.,...try...more positions...don't *AAAAH!* want this to *AAH!* end..."

SMACK.

Josh spanked Cody. Who snarled with joy.

"FUck YES Joshy...more.."

SMACK.

SMACK.

"Wreck me you little fucking stud.."

Josh pulled Cody's long legs up and held them open as he began to pound the ravenette like a hustler, Cody now just letting out borderline screams. Fuck YES! He lived for this! Wreck him! Make him submit! Own him!

"COME HERE!" he cried, pulling Josh down to him and digging his nails into the smaller man's back, raking them down hard.

OW.

"FUCK...you little savage..." snarled Josh.

"Leaving my mark on you Joshy...MINE. NOBODY ELSE'S DAMNIT!"

SCRATCH.

"Jesus Coddles don't injure me!"

Josh pulled all the way out..almost...and slammed back in hard. Cody cried out in satisfaction as his spot was hit JUST how he liked it. Josh continued this, showing off his surprisingly good core strength, whilst keeping the demanding bottom he was fucking happy.

Cody pulled him close again, fiercely kissing him, whilst grabbing Josh's muscular bubble ass...before digging his nails in...carving a C shape...and then an R...

He was FInn.

Now Robbie E would have to open his legs to someone else.

"FUCK!" Josh hissed, in actual pain now...as Cody grinned maniacally beneath him.

"Now you're mine forever," Cody hissed.

"You're fucking crazy!" Josh gasped.

"Would you have me any other way baby.."

"Nope..."

They continued to fuck like animals on heat, both men now noisly expressing their ecstasy and lust...cusses, man sweat, the metallic odor of blood...

Cody couldn't edge any longer...he wanted to cum...

"Don't stop...don't stop...SOOO GOOOD! FUCK! *SCREAM*...that's it...that's it...just there...there damnit...keep goin...so fuckin close...ohmygosh so close...so close...oh God...nearly there...nearly...oh fuck I think I'm..."

A deafening scream split the air as the younger Georgian finally lost it, his skin alight and his release searing on its way out as his abs, pecs, neck and pretty face were splattered.

He was coming. And coming damn hard.

Josh drove deep inside Cody before the younger man had finished releasing and cried out at the top of his lungs as a savage climax of his own tore his small body in half, burning out and spraying his beau's insides white.

Cody clenched his hole and wrapped his long legs tight around Josh.

"I...feel us becoming one..." he croaked.

Gasping, sweaty and completely spent, the star-crossed lovers were finally done. Josh collapsing atop Cody.

Wow.

Intense even for a session between them.

He pulled out, sore and well and truly worked out.

He padded to the mirror as Cody just basked in the post-orgasmic bliss, completely satisfied.

Down Josh's back were long scratches, blood dripping out.

And on Josh's ass cheek, were crude 'C' and 'R' shapes. Wow. Cody was a wildcat. He always forgot just how into it Cody got.

CLICK.

"CODDLES!" groaned Josh.

"Sowwy.." giggled Cody, holding his phone, "Just had to take a photo of my territory."

"You've marked the fuck outta me," Josh complained.

"How long have you been with me?" Cody sassed, "I always scratch."

"Yes but...carving your initials into my fucking skin.."

"And? Finny does that.."

"You better talk to him!"

Josh padded into the shower.

Cody stumbled to his feet and walked in after him. Not Josh turning the shower on without him!

He climbed in behind the small man and squirted some Axe bodywash into his hand, starting to tenderly wash Josh's back. Ooopsie. He had been a bit nail-happy!

"Sorry Joshy.."

"It's OK...I know you get really into it when its been a while.."

"Or when you fuck your room-mates."

"OK OK...I'm sorry, should have kept it in my pants but I was technically single.."

"I might get a 'CR' branding iron made up Joshy if you ever get tempted again.."

"OK you're freaking me out now.."

"I'm joking...I'm not Finny. He legit would brand his men. He's psycho."

"CODDLES. Stop shading your best friend and fucking make it up with him."

"But..."

"No buts. Do it."

"But want to be here with you..."

"You have to be at Monday Night Raw. I'll be here after the show. We can do the cuddle thing then...now we've blown off all the pent up energy.."

"You certainly did...mmm I feel so complete.."

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Cody padded into the locker room, whistling Madonna's Crazy For You to himself. YAAAASSSSSSS. What an afternoon. His ass hurt so good. He was BACK. Back at work. Back with Josh. Back to SLAY.

"Alright pal, good to see you back," came a heavy Geordie accent. Neville.

"Hey Adrian, it's good to be back, legit," Cody replied, "How's Sami..."

"Pissed the hell off at you," Adrian said grimly, "He wants to break your legs. You blocked Balor."

"I had to...look...I'll talk about it later. Let me at least settle in!"

"I promised him I'd confront you," Adrian sighed, "Rami said he urged you to not abandon Balor, especially now Wade's chucked him...and what have you done? Blocked him! Mate, even I can see that's low. I'm also under orders to try and butter up Wade.."

"I had other stuff to sort out," COdy pouted, "Joshy and I are back together...sorry but I needed to fix that before anything else."

"Oh. Sorry man. I didn't know things had been bad between ya.."

"Well think before you do Sami's dirty work for him. Sami should have called me himself, not sent you along."

"I told him but he said he'd only say something he'd regret so made me do it," sighed Adrian, "I'm your homecoming opponent by the way."

"Oh...wow, Ok.." Cody said, "Ill catch up with you in a bit, I uh, well, need to go find Paige."

"I wouldn't..." Adrian tried to warn him but too late, out Cody skipped, whistling more Madonna (this time, Open Your Heart) to himself, eager to find his squad and re-establish The Plastics.

There she was!

Her snapback, white skinnies and black crop top as usual. Sat next to Summer Rae...along with another tall, athletic blonde, and there was also a head of flaming orange LeeLoo-esque hair..

Becky Lynch and Charlotte. Oooh. Were they debuting?

Cody tapped Paige on the shoulder.

Paige squealed before turning around.

"HEY!" she leapt into his arms, "What you doing back?"

"I'm back...properly," Cody replied, "Omigod, why are Becky and Charlotte here?"

"To sample the food," Becky snarked, glowering at him, "What do you think."

What was her problem?

Hang on. Of course.

Oh SHIT.

"I have a bone to pick with you," the redheaded Irish diva snapped, getting to her feet, "Concerning you ABANDONING your supposed BEST FRIEND?!"

"Becky...not now," Paige sighed, "Got enough crap flying around already. Don't ruin your big night.."

"Fergal will flip out," Becky huffed.

"He's HERE?!" Cody went white.

"Yup," added Charlotte, "Triple H forced him to come with us. He has been hell on wheels down at the PC this past week. Talk about diva. Even Jason Albert couldn't get through to him. He made Angelo Dawkins cry, he was that horrible."

"Not my fault Wade split up with him," Cody said obstinately.

"But it IS your fault for blocking him. He's been going out of his bloody mind!" Becky added, "Sami's plotting your death as we speak."

"Ladies..." Paige said, "No more drama, not while All Red Fame Hungry is here. Give Cody a break, it's his first appearance since, you-know-what."

"Right. Sorry," Becky huffed, "But Fergal's not gonna like it."

"Fergal is just gonna have to lump it." Paige said, folding her arms.

"But I thought Becky was injured," Cody began.

"Work," the Irish diva grunted, totally done with Cody. He'd hurt her longtime friend and trainer. She took considerable umbrage to that, especially as Cody had seemed so sincere about his friendship with Finn.

"Bex, c'mon," Charlotte sighed, "It's supposed to be a good day."

"So is it just you two?" asked Cody, "I'd have thought the Boss would have been a shoe-in."

A petite cafe-au-lait-skinned girl with a head of magenta-hued wavy hair sashayed over. Sasha Banks.

"Speak of the devil," Paige raised her eyebrows, "Have you managed to procure some of Brie's grapefruit jam yet?"

"Yep," Sasha grinned, patting her clutchbag, "Oh...hi Cody..."

"Hey," Cody gave her his adorable wave, hoping she wouldn't snatch HIS edges, "Aww look, Team Bae and the BFFS.."

"What went down between you and Finny?" Sasha asked, "I thought you would have swept him of his feet once Barrett dumped him.."

"I don't like him that way!" spluttered Cody, "We may have messed about a little..."

"MESSED ABOUT?!" Sasha squealed, looking far too happy, "When did this happen?"

"Before...Dad..." Cody mumbled, "We got a bit too...y'know, backstage..."

"Too much slutting about," Charlotte remarked, "Is all the main roster like Corey?"

"BLECH." Cody made a childish being sick sound, "Nobody's as skankeriffic as that piece of trash. We just got carried away..."

"In other words, he manipulated Fergal," Becky snarled, "And then kicked him to the kerb when he needed him the most. Poor wee sod's going out of his mind."

"He's gonna blow his top when he finds out you're here," Sasha folded HER arms now. Cody rolled his eyes. Jesus, this was getting ridiculous. Why did so many girls fawn over Finn?!

"He doesn't have to sit here," Summer reasoned.

"Where else is he gonna sit?" Becky snapped, "I don't care whose son Cody is, he can grow a pair of bollocks and face up to what he's done."

"Done?" spluttered Cody, "I'm not the one who chases people with KNIVES when I can't get my own way! I'm not the one who totals people's cars because they get tired of my clinginess! Sorry ladies but your precious FInny is a PSYCHO! I can't handle it. I don't need any more crap in my life right now! You don't just get over something like that in a month."

Sasha sighed. He had a point.

Becky rolled her eyes, obviously less forgiving than the NXT Women's Champion.

"Don't say I didn't warn you when he comes back from the loo," she said, "All I'm saying."

"There's gonna be no weave-snatching," Summer said, "Not on our watch."

Paige's eyes became hearts.

"Oh calm yourself woman," Charlotte sighed.

Paige gave her a two-fingered salute.

"I'm gonna go catch up with Natalya," Charlotte said, "See you gals later."

The statuesque Genetically Superior diva got to her feet and walked gracefully away, even carrying herself backstage with pure Flair.

"I worry about CHarlotte being called up," Cody said, "Mess and Co. will target her. They already do, Dean was saying.."

"Yeah I know, I hear Miz and Corey at the Tough Enough tapings," Paige sighed, "They make hateful memes about her and post them on sites like Heartbreakers and Diva Dirt. They call her 'Fridge'."

"Why?!" Becky snapped.

"Because she's apparently shaped like one," Cody snarled, "EVen though she's built LIKE AN ATHLETE. Not a bikini model. 'BoxLotte' is another fave of theirs. Cunts. Sasha, teach me the Bank Statement so I can lock it in on each of those cancerous little skanks in turn?"

"No," Sasha said simply, "Is it worth losing your job over some basic has-beens?"

"YAS," Summer said, "I'm stanning again Sasha."

"Oh get this," Sasha went on, "It appears Eva Marie is getting in with them at the PC."

"Oh QUELLE SURPRISE!" Cody cried.

"Sooo many Sami teas," Summer laughed.

"Well if there's any confirmation Eva is a stupid waste of space, that's it," Paige shrugged, "I've been on Heartbreakers, it's pathetic. Miz, Brad and Corey going on the internet and stanning with a load of teenagers all day about how 'fierce' Eva looks in her selfies and bitching about women with actual wrestling talent. They're coming for Emma and Bayley too.."

"Proves the wee stanboys know fuck all about wrestling," Becky stated.

"They called Nattie fat the other day, well Brad did," Sasha replied, "He was sending photos of her to Miz and they were basically laughing at her."

Brie Bella walked by at that point, still in her flowing hippie dress.

"Oh..hi Cody," she said, "How are you?"

"Back for good thanks Brie, hear Sasha finally got her mitts on your infamous grapefruit jam," Cody smiled.

"YEah...I have no more so make it last," Brie said, "Isn't this awesome though? Give Divas a Chance finally worked out. And no Eva in sight."

"Brie.." Paige giggled naughtily.

"I bet they'll find a way to drag you and Nikki," Cody sighed, "Using the NXT girls to elevate it. Ugh. I hate the IWC."

"I'll get over it," Brie sighed, "Oh um,...Cody...did you know your bestie's here?"

"I haven't seen Dean yet," Cody said, "Must catch up with him."

"I meant Finn Balor," Brie smiled, "I bet he'll be happy you're back for good. Bryan was asking, stuff with you and Josh..everything OK? Just...some of the shady stuff you were tweeting.."

"We're better than ever," Cody replied, grinning from ear to ear, "I may have met up with him about a few hours ago. In his hotel room. Hehehehehe...sssssssssssssssssshhhh. Don't tell."

He put his finger to her lips.

"CODY. I might have known!" Paige had her full on jokey-mother thing going on now, hands on her hips.

"And? What of it?" Cody said as Brie laughed. Cody did like her. She had been there to save his dignity when he'd gotten wasted and decided singing Crazy For You about Josh on karaoke was a good idea, "Suppose I better go catch Dean..."

"You're outta luck mate," grinned Paige, "He's out with Seth. Romantic lunch."

"Damn..." Cody said as Brie left, "I need to er..."

"Oh no Mister. I want an explanation about this little hotel room visit," Paige demanded.

"What of it...Saraya..." Cody had the naughtiest, cutest grin on his pretty face, "Let's just say a TNA announcer totally blew apart my assgina."

Totally shameless.

Cody was BAAAACCCKK bitches.

"EWWW!" squealed Sasha, "Too much information!"

"Wait.,...Mathews, but he's short and..." Becky was obviously trying to process this in her mind.

"Don't stereotype us by role," Cody said, "Not all bottoms are waifs thank you. And Joshy may lack height but he's pretty damn big where it counts. You won't find a thicker cock outside of Sean Cody."

"Oh I did not need to know.,...you're worse than Fergal.." sighed Becky.

"He copies me." pouted Cody, "I bet he was all sweet and innocent before he met me."

"What?! He was NOT. I know things about Fergal that would make your hair curl sweetheart," Becky said conspiratorially, "There's not much he hasn't done."

"Or who..." Cody immediately covered his mouth as Becky frowned, "Sorry...that slipped out."

BEcky shrugged.

"Meh. I know he's had a LOT of men," she said, "Not his fault he always picks the ones who use him and chuck him aside like a piece of shit just because they want his body or attach themselves to his name..."

She broke off.

A shadow fell across the table.

Paige kicked Cody in the knee.

"OW!" he pouted.

Paige wordlessly pointed behind him, looking extremely severe.

Cody turned to see the figure of Finn Balor, in his usual attire of black merch tee and ring gear.

He sprang out of his chair as though he'd been scalded. FUCK. He was absolutely terrified.

"Hey Fergal.." Becky smiled, as though nothing was wrong, "You've been ages."

"Called Generico," Finn said, his voice soft. His eyes were fixed on Cody. Was it malevolence flashing in those green orbs? Or was it sadness?

"How is the delightful Samuel this fine July evening?" snarked Paige.

"Usual," Finn replied, "Misses Neville..."

He went to move to Cody and tried to take the Georgian's hand.

Cody shuffled back.

"I er...gotta...find Neville myself," he garbled, "Ladies...good luck...catch you later.."

"No rush, why don't you sit back down?" Paige said, shooting Cody a meaningful look.

Cody avidly shook his head.

"Yeah...we can try Brie's jam," Sasha fished the small jar out of her clutchbag, "I have some graham crackers.."

"Really shouldn't but could use the carbs," Becky said.

"Sit down Cody," PAige ordered.

"No..." Cody mumbled.

Finn refused to budge, itching to just touch the ravenette. Or at least try and appeal to him in some way.

He hadn't come to make up with Wade. He was convinced Wade would want nothing to do with him and that cut him deep. He'd come because he knew Cody would be here. And to support long time friend and former student Becky on her Raw debut.

"Right, well, I need some food," Cody continued, backing away, "I'll...be...back...later..."

Be back i.e when Finn wasn't about.

"There's jam and crackers.." Summer said, taking one of the biscuits and dipping it into the now-open jar before taking a bite, "Mmm...oh this is good.."

She put some more of the fruity condiment onto the cracker and fed it to Paige.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwww...you girls are just adorable," Sasha cooed.

"Don't tell anyone, could ruin my image," Paige flashed her a wicked smirk.

"Want some...sweets?" Finn asked, grabbing a cracker and dipping it into the jam.

Despite the threat of hell from Sami, and Josh's prodding of him to make it up with the Irishman, Cody could not bring himself to do it. Even though it seemed Finn was more than willing to extend an olive branch despite everything.

However, despite his fears, the ravenette hastily pulled his phone from his pocket and, without any of them realising what he was doing, unblocked Finn. He mumbled something incoherent and padded away to find somewhere to hide.

Finn looked absolutely crushed.

He placed the untouched jam cracker back on the table and followed Cody out like a lovesick puppy.

"Fergal..." sighed Becky, "Don't.."

"Leave him.." Sasha sighed.

"BOYS!" cried Paige, sinking onto Summer's lap and burying her head in her hands, "Why? Why do I waste my time with them?"

"They should do men's Total Divas," Sasha remarked, applying jam to another cracker, "Amount of snatching that goes on in the guys locker room...makes us look normal."

"Fergal is the world's biggest drama queen anyway," Becky said, "He'd get the best ratings for a show like that..I should know.."

"So has he said anything about Wade?" asked Paige.

"Oh don't go there...he's gone past the hurt phase already, he's in the hatred phase," Becky sighed, "I'm not sure who he loves to be honest.."

Cody saw Finn following him and was trying so hard not to run. He was terrified. Now he knew how Cena must have felt with Zack last year. And how Josh must feel...he made a mental note to cool down the possessiveness around Josh. He sped up the pace a little and sprinted into a mens room, hiding in a stall, praying Finn hadn't seen him.

Unfortunately, within two minutes, the bathroom door opened and Cody peered nervously down under the partition, heart sinking when he spotted those red kickpads.

"Please," Finn tried, almost pleading, "I just want to talk..."

"How do I know?" Cody replied, "You could have a knife hidden in those boots.."

"Why would I hurt someone I care about?" Finn said, "Please Codes...I'll get on me knees and beg if I have to.."

"Don't, it's undignified," Cody sighed, unbolting the door.

Finn didn't look pissed off now. He looked hopeful. Lost.

"Gonna tell me what I did wrong?" he asked.

This was not what Cody was expecting. He had been picturing a huge bitchfest, maybe even a fist fight.

He took a deep breath. But stayed put.

"I just...Finny...I...dunno how many times I can say...I'm not into you like that. You're pretty. You have an amazing body. You're epic in the squared circle. And you're a fierce bad bitch who slays in ever respect. But you're not my type...I know it's such a basic thing to say but...you're too bottom for me."

"I understand," Finn said sadly, "I'll be content with mild jealousy of Eden. And Josh..."

"Ah..." Cody said, "Joshy and I are together again."

"Oh...I see. That why you blocked me?"

"No! Finny for Christ's sake.."

"Well why did you?"

"Because...Joshy reached out to me. And you were still sending nudes to my phone...I just had to cut you off...concentrate on rebuilding what Joshy and I had.."

"So I'm insignificant compared to a TNA commentary boy huh? I'm only the NXT Champion. No biggie." The cute County Wicklow burr dripped with bitter snark.

"Finny for fucks sake this is NOT ABOUT YOU!" erupted Cody, "You need to speak to someone about your issues!"

"WHo?!" cried Finn, "Everyone who I think cares about me ends up using me!"

"You have Sami! Becky! You've known them far longer than you've been friends with me!"

"But...yeah OK they get me but I can't talk to them like that...whereas you...you're...just...I can't explain why...I just need you in my life."

"Why? Finny. Yeah OK, I cannot deny I've had the odd fantasy about you...but...me and you? We'll never work as a couple! We're both bottoms, we'll end up clashing all the time...neither of us will be truly fulfilled."

"OK..."

"I had to be cruel to be kind Finny. I miss you."

"I miss you too..." *sniffle*.

"Come here and hug me."

Finn sprung into Cody's arms and the two besties hugged fiercely, nuzzling each other.

"Hey," Cody said, "Mwah."

He pecked those lips.

Finn returned it. Not even a hint of tongue.

"Love you," Cody whispered, "Best friend. Forever."

"Love you too *peck*," Finn whispered back.

"Is that Paul Smith?" Cody raised an eyebrow. He thought Finn smelled familiar.

"Sorry," giggled Finn, "I was looking for some new aftershave about 3 weeks ago...liked the smell of it...had to laugh when I realised...didnt want to tell cos I thought it might scare you.."

"Oh well, my bestie wears the cologne I adore on my boyfriend," Cody said, "These things happen."

"I did have some vivid dreams about you," Finn admitted, "One morning I woke up so turned on after dreaming about us having sex..I literally barely got me wrist going before I shot everywhere. But you're right.. Generico told me that it'll never be as good in real life as in my head."

"Exactly," Cody replied, "Imagine bouncing on my dick if it gets you off. But...Sami's quite right - the reality won't be the same as the fantasy. So you can't have turned off Wade already...you said you've been after him for years..."

"Course I'm not over it! How could I be? I loved him!" Finn cried, "Despite how I feel about you...I still do! Stuart was my fucking WORLD, Cody! I was gonna get down on one knee in August!"

Cody gulped.

Oh SHIT.

"Then don't you think you should be fighting all that is holy to get him back?!" he spluttered, "Jesus Finny, you had wedding bells in your head...why throw that away for a no feelings bang with the world's biggest power bottom?! You and Wade are meant to fucking BE!"

"Because Stuart hates me."

"He was probably just pissed off at you.."

"Well er...I kinda...well I sent him a bitchy text...photo of me giving him the finger," Finn admitted.

"Oh jeez...WHY?" lamented Cody, "Way to go, now you've given him legit reasons to not want you back!"

"And...well...when I realised you blocked me, I've been on Grindr," Finn avoided his eyes, "Two lads in two days. One of them recognised me. I had to buy his silence. And then after we finished up he wanted dinner...and then he decided to ask about NXT and stuff. Like it was a wee date. Ugh."

"Oh my GOD...Finny that's not you...you're not a dirty Grindr whore!" Cody was disappointed, "And you hated it when guys used you!"

"I'm a slag, what can I say?" Finn shrugged, "All the people that hurt me...made promises they couldn't keep. I told this lad from the off that it was just a bit of NSA fun. He was starstruck I think...he even said he couldn't believe that I was queer or did anonymous hookups. I can't actually remember how many men I've had...I'm 33...34 very soon. It's triple figures sweets.."

"Jesus...!" Cody facepalmed, "You threw the perfect guy in Wade away for me and a couple of schmucks, one of whom could sell you down the fucking river?!"

"I'm not proud of it, but what else have I got?" Finn sighed, "At least on Grindr, we both get what we want and nobody gets hurt."

"I had this exact conversation with Dean," Cody hissed, "And with Joshy before we first got together. I don't like sluts, Finny. Tell me. When this idiotic fan was dicking you, badly I bet, were you thinking of him, or Wade?"

"Stuart of course. I got off by wanking! This kid blatantly had never fucked an arse before. He couldn't even find my prostate! I've had more invigorating anal stimulation from a fucking cucumber!"

"FINNY!" Cody had to laugh in spite of this.

"Like you didn't raid the fridge when you were horny and stuck at home?"

"Bitch I went out to meet guys. Or bought a dildo. Or a vibrator."

"You couldn't exactly do that in Bray. A lad walking into Ann Summers and buying a dildo?! I'd have been strung up! And I'd done the only other local homos I knew as soon as I could. Exhausted a limited supply pretty rapidly. Channelled all my sexual frustration into training. Oh and the odd girl...anyhoo..best thing about wrestling the indies...all that cock..BG East...wow...I was a right harlot there. Devil Devitt...there was a reason they gave me that name."

"Smoke? LEt's go spill some tea."

"YAY!"

Big hugs.

Cody linked arms with his yet-again-reunited bestie and led him out of the bathroom. He hunted for the side door he left through earlier. Ah. There it was. And thankfully just techies passed them. COdy padded out and sat on the flat concrete steps to spark up his cigarette.

Finn perched happily on his lap. This felt so good. So nice. And Cody wasn't resisting the affection.

The cute Irishman put his arm lovingly around Cody and leaned into him.

"I promise, no more, I'll get over it," Finn assured.

"You need to be back with Wade," Cody said, "But when you're ready."

"If he can stand to look at me," Finn said sadly, "But mainly...at least I have my best friend...my darling best friend. My Lucky Star."

He pecked Cody on the temple.

"What do I have that Sami and Becky don't?"

"You just get me. Even more than they do. And you have a big cock but that's by the by."

Cheeky smile.

"Finny.." giggled Cody coyly.

"It's been in my mouth," Finn shrugged, "But anyhoo. This stupid fanboy. Why pretend you're a top?"

"Probably saw your abs and 'raging Irish power bottom' and decided to lie to get you?" Cody suggested, "Most guys with half a brain would not kick that body out of their beds."

"Not always a good thing, when you're looking for something meaningful as opposed to just sex and they throw you aside once the novelty of fucking Prince Devitt wears off," Finn said bitterly, "Only so many times you can be told that, y'know?"

"I can't believe they're assholey enough to actually say that," Cody spat, "Why are so many guys self-serving cunts?"

"I don't know, maybe we're just too fabu for their neanderthal selves," Finn said, "And to be fair, I ask for it because I get SO wet for a bad boy, or a wee bit of BO. As the Taylor lyric says, I can make the bad guys good for a weekend...or the good guys bad for a weekend. I like my men rough, manly, preferably with a regional accent. I actually don't find American men that hot...which is why I struggle with my wee crush on you..y'know."

"Don't mistake friendship for lust," Cody said.

"I think I'm starting to see it," Finn sighed, "But man...literally, take me past a building site or fire station, anywhere in the UK or Ireland that's gonna have a lot of sweaty, sweary navvies...instant sex wee."

"Finny that expression is so fucking GROSS," giggled Cody, "I still couldn't even at you when you told Wade you (he put on a cute impression of Finn) 'legit did a sex wee in me trunks' when you saw him on the ramp at Mania!"

"Well I did, I had to change them, I was in my plain black ones initially, " Finn giggled, nuzzling into Cody happily, "You don't know how easy I am to turn on when rough manly men are involved. I'm the kind of messy queen who'll wear short-shorts to go buy a bottle of milk from the corner shop if it means walking past some sweaty high-viz wearing builders...fuck..they're doing roadworks on my street in Orlando..."

"Finny. Bad boy. Where you living now? BAck with Hideo?"

"Nah. Enzo and Cass's couch. I only took a few necessary clothes from Stuarts and mine...hoping he'll come round. I have these tight wee shorts...they look like booty shorts...whenever I have to go past the roadworks...like cycle to the gym or something..I happen to change into them before I go out. Got a wee wolf-whistle once or twice. Hehehe."

"Finny you are a hot mess.." giggled Cody, "But in the cute and awesome way. Not tragic way like Kermit The Fat Frog, Whorey Graves and Ass Implants Maddox. And that is why I love you."

"Love you too."

"So I bet if I took a nosey through your porn collection, it's all Brit stuff," Cody teased.

"Yup. My favourite non-comic movie is Brassed Off. And The Full Monty. Oh and Angela's Ashes. Actually I used to get pretty steamed up over Billy Elliot's daddy too."

"So spill the tea on your encounter with a smark," Cody said.

"Well like I said, he hit me up, we did the usual, I said I could accom cos Enzo and Cass were on a late stint at the PC, he shows up. OK looking but way too American dude bro for my taste..he had a pickup.."

"Hey!" teased Cody, "No shade! I love my pickup! I get the feeling I haven't heard the best bit. Please tell me he wore a CM Cunt, Paul Heyman Guy or Daniel Bryan tee."

"GOT IN ONE!" Finn squealed, "Paul Heyman Guy tee, Punk sweatbands. His face when I answered the door was a picture. I eyerolled hard at the tee."

"How much did you have to pay him to keep quiet?"

"About a grand."

"FINNY!"

"I thought it'd be enough to shut him up. He didn't say much. I had to make the first move. I'll give him credit, he could touch good, treated me a wee bit too girly..not interested in you playing with me pecs bitch...I want my cock, balls and hole touched!"

"Ugh, the straight acting top. Had plenty of those, like HELLO, I can't cum from you mindlessly fiddling with my pecs!" Cody sighed.

"He ate arse good," Finn shrugged, "Shame he couldn't handle an uncut cock. Didn't know how to wank me off or blow me. So I just bent over for him. Not a bad size but jesus, he clearly had never fucked a lad before or was a total bottom pretending to be a top. I had to fake it...wank over Stuart to get off. He didn;t even brush my g-spot. I offered to change positions but he said he couldn't handle looking at my face, might make him prejack."

"Don't screw fans," Cody said, "Seriously gurl. Been there, done that. Bought the silence too. So you just got a grand taken for a 5/10 fuck. Get yo ass back claiming back Barrett. Before Kermit and his coven get there!"

---

"Legit considering a bloody restraining order," Wade Barrett was grumbling at the table. He was sat with Sheamus, John Cena, Neville, Cesaro, and Fandango.

"You're the one that chucked him!" Sheamus said incredulously.

"Not cool man," John said.

"It's none of your bloody business!" snapped Wade.

"Oh it is mine," Sheamus retorted, "You forget that's one of me fellow Dubliners you've pissed up the wall. You freaking dragged me out ring shopping for that boy! And you're telling us you dumped him because he picks fights with divas?! You need your fucking head examined Stuey."

Wade could only grumble and splutter.

He looked at the other guys for SOME means of support or backup on the decision he'd made a week ago. All of them had moaned at him. And then, he'd had fucking Sami Zayn tear him several new ones on the phone.

And shortly after Wade finally could get rid of Sami, he'd then been put on major blast by a furious Becky Lynch.

Ugh.

Wade was SO over Finn and all his baggage...

Was he?

Was he really?

Of course he wasn't! He bitterly regretted letting the red mist control his gob last week. Yes he was pissed off at Finn for starting up un-necessary drama with Naomi over the whole Eva mess but in hindsight knee-jerk dumping him was not the best way. It might have slapped the bitchiness out of Finn briefly...but once the dust settled, Wade hated being alone at night. He felt like such a bloody idiot. Throwing away something beautiful over a bit of catty drama and the fact that Finn had a little crush on his best friend. They were fucking MEN! All guys fantasised about someone other than their partners from time to time. He wanted to see if he could get the cute Irishman back...but his pride was getting in the way.

Nope. Wade was right damnit. He made the decision and he was gonna damn well stick to it.

So what if Finn's birthday was just round the corner? Finn blew it, not Wade.

So what if Wade was forced to look at the engagement ring he'd intended to give to Finn on the Irishman's birthday every single day?

Finn;'s fault, not Wade's.

Finn shouldn't be such an insecure, mouthy, arrogant little shit.

"Don't look at me man," John Cena shrugged, "You broke that kid's heart. You should be thankful Becky Lynch is being called up because that means you might still get to see him."

"And," Adrian Neville chipped in, "Now Cody's back.."

"WHOOP-DEE-BLOODY-DOO!" Wade snarled, "So his little bitchy comrade is back. Woo fucking yay. Looks like I'm due a 'dragging' then. I bet they sit and bitch about me all day every day."

"Don't flatter yourself," snapped Sheamus, "How about you get off of yer fat arse and stop moping and feeling sorry for yourself when YOU were the one that fucked up."

"I DID NOT FUCK UP!" roared Wade, vein throbbing in his temple as he got right in his friend and ex's face, "HE DID! HE'S A LITTLE CUNT!"

"Say something you actually mean," Neville muttered.

"Fuck off and go ring your crippled fucktoy!" bellowed Wade.

Neville just huffed and stomped off, knowing better than to argue with a raging, six foot plus Prestonian bare knuckle-fighter.

"You're not exactly setting a great example yourself man," John sighed, "I know the kid is a pain in the ass. I know he's got a toxic mouth on him. But he was the best damn thing that happened to you whether you like it or not so you are swallowing your god damn pride and speaking to him!"

"BAck me up here Cesaro, you know what he's really like?!" Wade was clutching at straws.

"'Snot my business," the Swiss said, disinterested.

"Oh really. Would you like me to tell all the lads here exactly how Fergal humiliated you? How he tipped tinned fruit salad over yer'ead in front of half the roster? How he put itching powder in your trunks? How he used to stomp you in the showers? Call yourself the strongest bloke in this company? HA! You let a skinny little 190 pounder beat the absolute shit out of you. And I was laughing every single fucking minute!"

Deathly silence.

Both Fandango and Sheamus cracked their knuckles menacingly. They climbed out of their seats and stood deadly close to the fuming Brit like stalking lions.

"You wanna repeat that Stuey?" snarled Sheamus.

"Yes Barrett, mind saying that again?" hissed Fandango.

"I don't need this shit," Wade spat, going to storm off. But Sheamus and Fandango moved to block his path.

"That," Sheamus was breathing roughly and aggressively through his nose, "Was the lowest thing you've done, Bennett."

"No lies," Wade was defiant to the hilt.

"He did nothing to you," Sheamus snarled, "And you picked on him?"

"Oh really? Has he lost the use of his fists now? Just like when Fergal had him right where he wanted him?"

"Like attracts like Stephen, maybe your good friend Barrett is as nasty as Balor," Fandango whispered menacingly.

"Maybe he is," Sheamus snarled.

"Oh what the hell do you know about love?!" Wade snorted, "You're just trying to cover up your fuckboy status by acting like Cynthia fucking Payne! Makes me fucking SICK to sit at the table with you lot! I'm done."

He pushed them roughly aside and stomped off.

Exhales all round.

"Man..." John breathed, "He misses Devitt like nobody's business."

"You OK Stephen?" Fandango asked Sheamus who was seething.

"I'll be fine...he gets like that when he won't admit something," the big Irishman sighed after a pregnant pause, "I'm used to his gob. Still pisses me off when he goes for me like that. Or goes for those I care about."

He smiled tenderly at Cesaro. Who returned it.

"I've a good mind to teach him a thing or two after what he just said about Claude," Sheamus went on.

Cesaro shrugged. Meh. Nothing he could do about it. He let toxic little Finn get to him when he should have fought back. He made a rod for his own back, especially with the Jamie Noble car-crash.

"Shall I go talk to Vade?" he asked.

"You insane?" John raised his eyebrows.

"I can handle him," Cesaro shrugged.

He got to his feet and wandered in the direction the Brit had gone.

---

Wade was kicking boxes as he stormed the corridors, just generally in a rage. He was fucking cut up about Finn and he hated that his masculinity had taken a huge tumble regardless. He should have just not jumped to the dump...he was 34 not 14. He was a bloody coward. And now he'd just burned bridges with his mates to boot.

Well done Bennett, he told himself, You absolute tool.

"WELL HI HOOOO WADE!"

No.

Please fucking NO.

ANYONE but him.

A grinning Miz, in his ridiculous black headscarfy getup that he wore on TV. Yet more designer shades. And those pearly whites flashing.

"What do you want?" Wade spat brusquely.

"Oh where are my manners," Miz curtseyed, "All hail the SINGLE king! Best news EVER!"

"Lesnar not putting out?" snapped Wade.

"Cheeky, cheeky, Wade," Miz's voice was like nails on a chalkboard to the Brit, "I've been DYING to meet up with you again. We had SUCH a good time when we were sleeping together didn't we?"

"You were better than a wank I suppose," Wade grunted.

"You enjoyed me," Miz smirked, "You LOVED me getting on top. I'm sooo turned on already Wade."

"Sorry I'm kinda busy.."

Wade pulled his phone from his jeans (he was still in street clothes) and was on the verge of calling Finn..

When Miz snatched it from him.

And before Wade could stop him, the spiteful Ohio native deleted Finn's number.

YAAAASSS. Game. Set. Match.

"Now let's erase all the photos you have of that rancid leprechaun HEAUX," Miz went on, opening up Wade's camera roll and deleting photo after photo (mmmm some lovely Wade nudes though!) of Finn. Erasing their relationship.

"GIVE ME THAT!" roared Wade, wrestling Miz to the wall.

"Ohh YAS Wade, get rough with me you HUNK," moaned the mean-spirited company bicycle, "If you want your phone back you'll have to take it."

Wade grabbed the sex pest's wrist.

Miz was slightly too quick and then, before Wad could stop him, slipped the Brit's phone down his trunks.

"YOU FILTHY LITTLE..." Wade was apoplectic and threw Miz to the ground, before straddling him, pinning him to the lino so he couldn't escape.

He whipped Miz's trunks down (yuck, the stupid fuck was naked underneath. And hard) and the phone tumbled out.

"Ohhh WADE! TOUCH ME!" Miz was shameless, "Yes...please...keep touching!"

"I'll have THAT!" Wade grabbed his phone but Miz was kicking off his trunks. The chunky legs wrapped around the Brit's and Wade went toppling forward...right atop Miz.

Right where Miz wanted him.

And the contact was making Wade hard. He was imprisoned now.

"You miss me really Wade, you can't resist me," purred Miz.

"You fucking wish you twat now get the fuck off of me..."

"Don't pretend you're not enjoying it," Miz went on, "Come on, you're so full of anger...why not release some of it up my willing manpussy?"

---

"Come on Finny, let's go chill with the Divas," Cody wheedled.

"Wanna stay out here," pouted Finn, "it's a lovely evening."

"I have to change and become Starboy," Cody said, "And you should be supporting Becky."

"I might run into HIM...I can't handle it just yet," Finn said sadly, "Only miracle is the toxicunt trio haven't appeared yet. That's all I need."

"Don't jinx it girl," Cody said, "C'mon! Stop dragging your feet."

"Nope. Staying here."

"I'll tickle you."

"You wouldn't..."

"Watch me."

"OK! OK!...I'll go I'll go.."

"Good boy." giggled Cody and he playfully swatted Finn's trunk-covered ass. Did Finn EVER wear normal clothes backstage?

"Hey, no touchy," Finn smiled.

Cody opened the door and pulled Finn inside.

And was reeling back at the sight.

Miz (ugh) on the floor. Half naked, with his legs wrapped around a tall, dark-haired man.

Oh FUCK NO!

Quick.

Cody had to distract Finn.

And NOW.

But too late.

Miz spotted him.

And shot the nastiest grin.

"Well look who it ISN'T? The Kardashian Sisters!" he boomed, loud enough for Corey Graves and Brad Maddox's heads to appear up behind a nearby wires box. They'd set the whole thing up. Operation Honeytrap Barrett. And Balor being here was just beautiful. After the humilation of last week, the Toxic Trio were revelling in this evident victory.

Cody was rooted to the spot...what the ACTUAL FUCK?

Wade too, was absolutely spitting with fury. Had he just walked headlong into a trap?!

"Do you mind leaving, kinda want some privacy with my new man?" Miz sassed to Cody.

"YOUR NEW MAN? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHITFUCKERY?!" the County Wicklow-accented scream rattled the window panes.

Finn was scarlet in the face.

Wade wanted to die.

Seriously. He could happily have a trapdoor open right now and swallow him whole, never to be seen again.

Brad and Corey took photos on their phones before strutting away snickering. Well Miz needed a dicking. Leave him to it, they thought.

"Did you not hear me fishface?" sneered Miz, "Me and STUART kinda are in the middle of something?"

Wade desperately tried to escape but Miz's grip was strong. And he was deadweighting himself. He was imprisoned by a 230 pounder from Ohio! And the man he'd broken up with but still loved with all his gruff manly heart was stood there putting two and two together and making seventeen.

"Oh no you are NOT," Cody snarled, "Let him fucking go or I'm kicking your podgy face in!"

Without even waiting for a retort, Cody sprinted over and booted Miz hard in the back.

"OWWW!" the Awesome one cried out in pain and rolled around, holding his back, in that time, releasing Wade.

"Thanks mate...I really owe you..." Wade gasped.

"I'm mad as fuck at you still," Cody spat, "You're an asshole!"

SLAP.

A smaller black tee-sporting whirlwind just bitch slapped Wade as hard as he could around the face.

Wade stumbled back as the black flash then approached the writhing Miz, wrestling him to his feet and then throwing him scarily hard into the wires box.

Miz yelled like a stuck pig as he stumbled and bounced off the hard surface, falling to the floor once more.

And then hands around this throat.

Flashing green eyes.

FUCKING BALOR.

"I ain't even started with you yet," Finn hissed, "I could quite happily kill you and nobody would give a shit."

"You owe me money, and if I'm injured, your title go bye-bye," Miz was defiant as ever.

"Nice shades," Finn whipped them off his head and then snapped them in two, before lobbing the two halves at the wall.

"MY WIFE GOT ME THOSE IN LA!" shrieked Miz, "THOSE ARE LOUIS VUITTON! AN EXCLUSIVE LINE!"

"Squish squish," Finn spat.

Miz sprang up, his whole body throbbing and most likely bruised.

"You are DEAD," he hissed, squaring up to Finn, "I'm gonna fuck your ex whether you like it or not. He hates you. He deleted your number. He don't want your psycho stalker ass."

"Bollocks! YOU KNOW FUCK ALL ABOUT WHAT WE HAD!" Finn screamed.

"Oh really?" Miz sneered, sauntering over bold as brass to Wade and snatching the Brit's phone off him.

"YOU GIVE ME..." growled Wade but Miz dodged him. The obnoxious Ohio native strutted to Finn and browsed Wade's contacts.

Finn went pale when he saw nothing in F. No 'Fergal', 'Finn' or even 'Balor' or 'Devitt'. Miz then opened up the inbox. All Finn's messages now just had the number.

And then Miz just deleted the entire thread.

"Ancient history," he smirked, VERY pleased with himself, "He even deleted your photos. He wants nothing to do with you, CLAWS, so take yo psychotic ass to the nearest sanitorium, give the title to someone deserving and do us all a favour."

"You...did I really mean that little to you?" Finn rounded on Wade, eyes leaking, "You deleted me...just like that?"

Wade couldn't even bring himself to reply. Miz had totally won.

No way would FInn believe him.

So Wade did perhaps the stupidest thing in the entire world.

He nodded.

Cody was incredulous.

WHAT?

Finn visibly broke.

Miz took in the destruction and havoc he;d just wreaked and laughed maliciously. Oh yes. Bye bye Plastics. Just when they thought they were regaining their crowns, Miz and his cronies came out and slayed them yet again. He slipped his trunks back on and shimmied off, singing "Na na na na, nananana, hey hey, goodbye," to himself, tossing Wade's phone over his shoulder.

"Wade," Cody hissed, "So help me God, Mess better be lying."

THe Brit retrieved his phone. Was there ANY way he could get the messages back? Or Finn's number?

At least the photos were salvageable, in the 'recently deleted' folder..

But...he'd just cut his nose off to spite his face by LYING to Finn and saying that HE deleted the stuff, when it was Miz.

He walked off without a word.

Cody felt a huge rush of sympathy wash over him, immediately diving to Finn and hugging him tight.

Scratchy, baritoned sobs poured into the ravenette's chest.

"Hey...hey..."

Incoherent rambling between sobs.

"I'll fucking GET Kermit for this. I mean it," snarled Cody, "I dunno how or why, but I'll END that bitch."

Cody could tell Wade was lying. Miz was just a piece of work.

And then Finn wriggled out of his arms.

"No..no...where you going?" Cody pleaded.

"TO KICK THAT PRICK'S FACE IN!"

"Don't! You do that, Mess will end you. It's what he wants! He wants you get mad and beat the crap out of his fat ass. He gets off on it! He'll go crying to McMahon!"

"I WASN'T TALKING ABOUT THAT! I MEAN THAT CUNT WHO I THOUGHT LOVED ME!"

Oh no.

No no no.

Wade better find a good hiding place. And protect his testicles.

There was going to be bloodshed.

How could Cody stop Finn? How could he get to Wade to warn him?

He sprinted after Finn.

Finn stopped and then grabbed a spare fresnel lantern from the side, heaving it up and brandishing it.

"YOU EVEN TRY AND STOP ME BITCH AND I'LL KNOCK YA OUT!" he screamed.

"OK...OK..." Cody threw up his hands in defence. Fuck. Shit was about to get serious.

Finn threw the lantern at the wall. It made a horrible crashing sound that caused Cody to wince. Ow. That'll cost a lot to repair.

Finn was truly lost in scarlet mist now.

The Balor demon had come out. No taming it now. He had become the mask.

---

Cody sprinted into Catering.

"Anyone seen Barrett?" he panted to Titus O'Neil, "Titus! He's your buddy...where is he?"

"I dunno man, I ain't his keeper," the Tag champ shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh you're USELESS!" Cody cried, "PAIGE! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!"

Paige appeared in a puff of smoke like she always seemed to, now in her ring gear, her hair and makeup all on point and perfect.

"What's the matter? I heard a crashing," she said, "Where you been? You were AGES! Please tell me you weren't.."

"NO! FOr the love of...it's Finny...he's on the rampage."

"I'd almost laugh at that if you didn't look like you were shitting your pants...who's he going after now?"

"Wade."

"Why?"

"Long story. Basically, Mess wound him up and he's just gone pop."

"Why did I think Miz was behind this? Did you see where he went?"

"He's somewhere in the arena," Cody replied, "We have to find Wade...I think it's gonna get real ugly. Like as in Wade will get busted open at the very least."

"Oh my God...why me?" cried Paige.

"What's goin' on?" asked Becky, now in her silver costume.

"Your trainer's gone off on one," sighed Paige.

"Why, why did I guess this was Fergal related?" Becky snapped, "What's HE been doing to him now?!"

"I had nothing to do with this! Finny and I have sorted our beef out!" Cody was stung, "He's after Wade's blood...look, we need to find him.."

"I've a good mind to knock that big northern dick out meself," Becky spat, "He's hurt Fergal badly."

"Coddles...just tell us what happened?" Paige said.

"OK," Cody sighed, "Mess tried it on with Wade..his usual shit of opening his hole to anything male and with a pulse...we walked in at the wrong moment...Finny took Mess' baiting and snapped his shades again...and then...Mess took Wade's phone...apparently Wade's deleted Finny's number, his texts, their photos together...like it never meant anything."

"Oh GOD..." Becky ran her hands through her luminous locks, "That'll send Fergal bonkers..."

"Exactly...I bet my bottom buck Mess deleted it and Wade was just looking for a way out...he's already smashed a spare stage light after threatening me with it," Cody said, "I fear for Wade's safety."

"Me too, I've had to mop stuff up like this before," Becky said, "Ah. look...there's Wade now."

"Oh thank FUCK.." Cody gasped.

Wade came walking in, now dressed in his ring attire.

"Oh bloody hell...look, I have had ENOUGH of all your shit!" he snarled, "Why don't you all butt out of my personal life! We broke up! Stop trying to make it happen - it ain't gonna!"

"Did you delete his number?" demanded Becky.

"Of course I bloody didn't, that was that fat fuck Miz getting his own way AGAIN, because bloody Devitt cannot resist taking the fucking piss out of him!" erupted Wade, "All this shit would NOT have happened if Devitt had just LEFT Miz alone from the off! But no! He had to go poke the hornet's nest and now look at the mess we're in.."

A savage male roar split the air and Wade was knocked off his feet.

A raging mass of black and red choked him tight, holding him to the floor fiercely by his throat.

Wade looked up into that pretty face, contorted with fury, green eyes flashing with wrath.

"So...that's all I was huh?! Just something to delete when you got bored?! HUH?"

"Get...him off me!" spluttered Wade.

"Your wee friends won;t save you now!" Finn snarled, "You think I was gonna let you treat me like some SLAG you just bang for a wee bit and chuck in the trash?! NOT THIS TIME!"

He smashed Wade's head against the lino.

"CAN SOMEONE HELP?" yelled Cody.

Sheamus came sprinting over, followed by John Cena. Together with Cody, the three men managed to prise the flailing Finn off the Brit, who staggered up, holding his throat, hacking and coughing.

The short, heartbroken NXT Champion let out a furious, anguished, scream of misery that brought the entire of Catering to a deadly silence before wriggling out of his restrainer's arms and running from the room.

Becky was facepalming.

Paige was running her hands through her black hair.

Cody was sighing heavily. What a nightmare.

Wade was holding his neck.

"What the bloody hell's he done now?" Sheamus hissed.

"Don't...ask.." Wade spluttered, before hacking again.

"He's left finger marks in your damn neck," John growled, "I am having a word with Hunter. Immediately."

"No!" gasped Wade, "Just leave it...this is my mess."

"The guy is unstable and a danger to talent," John said, "Owens! You know Balor better than some of us non-indie types, is this a regular thing?"

"From what I've seen," the big former NXT Champ said, "If a dude screws him over (he glowered at Wade), this is normal, yeah."

"You're defending him!" Sheamus spluttered, "Look what he just did! THat's a fucking bareknuckle fighter he almost STRANGLED!"

"A guy who fucking dumped him for no reason, can you blame him?" Kevin wasn't down with this anti-Finn stuff that seemed to perpetuate the main roster. They were all scared Finn would eclipse a lot of their star power once he got the big call up. That's what Sami said when Kevin last called him anyway.

"I have to find him, I'm not letting Cena and his buddies oust him," Cody snarled, "C'mon Becky.."

He grabbed the flaming haired Lass Kicker and hauled her out of Catering.

There was a mens room not too far away. Cody pushed the door open. Nobody inside. He pulled Becky in.

"THis is the men's bogs!" she spluttered in horror.

"Nobody in here," Cody said, "Ah...I think I know where he may be."

"Where? He could have gone into town!" Becky replied.

"Nah, not in his trunks," Cody said, though he wasn't 100% sure he believed what he was saying himself.

"I thought he was over all the shit he got on the indies," Becky sighed.

"But unfortunately Big Fat Mess exists," Cody spat, "Mess is like that. Reckons he's owed the world Just because he got hazed a bit by JBL when he got signed after Tough Enough. Thinks he went through hell to get there despite being a fucking ascended fanboy who came in off a reality show. Paid no fucking dues whatsoever. He did not bust his ass on the indies but thinks the company owes him shit. They know what a fame thirsty bitch he is. He would show up to the opening of an envelope!"

"But why is he picking on Fergal?" asked Becky.

"Basically," Cody continued, "Half the main roster are pressed cos Finny will slay them all big time when he gets called up, he's more over than half of them already, and he will expose many of their shortcomings. They're feeling salty and threatened as hell right now. Sheamus - people can't stand the guy; Cena, well, OK he gives props to the newbies but c'mon...and as for WADE...he always will remain buried. King Of The Ring he may be but he's still fucking jobbing to a guy who once had an imaginary friend every week!"

"Harsh words," Becky breathed, "Do you reckon that's why the divas all hate Eva Marie? Scared she'll come back and be better than all of them?"

"They hate Eva MaSleaze because the bitch can't wrestle a lick, has zero personality and is using WWE as a stepping stone for Hollywood!" Cody snarled, "Any idiot can dye their hair bright fake-ass red. She's only got stans because of her hair! Nothing more! Real wrestling fans despise her!"

"You definitely don't hold back when serving those truth teas," Becky whistled.

"I have my opinions, people can agree or stay mad," Cody shrugged, opening the same side door from earlier.

As luck would have it, Finn was perched on the steps, legs apart, staring intently at the asphalt as though it was one of those Magic Eye pictures, bearing the answers to all his problems.

"Hey," Cody said gingerly, "It;s only me.."

He nervously padded over and tapped the broken man on the shoulder. Instantly he had arms full of NXT Champion.

"Why does he get all the hugs," Becky joked, "Hey Fergal, it's OK, just us."

"Hey Bex...what must you think of me..." sniffled FInn, breaking away from Cody, "On your Raw debut as well...what a great example to set."

"I would have throttled Barrett too," Becky replied, "You deserve better. One day you'll find your prince charming who'll sweep you off your feet."

"I really thought I had," Finn murmured, wiping his streaming green eyes, "I really thought Stuart was the one."

"Obviously he wasn't," Becky rubbed his back, "You'll meet someone who'll treat you how you should be soon enough."

"When? I'm 34 in what? 2 weeks?" Finn huffed, "I'll be over the hill before I meet that one guy..."

"But Wade IS that guy," COdy insisted, "Don't let that nasty fat-ass skank Kermit win! You're better than that!"

"He'll ruin me," Finn sniffled, "He's got way too much dirt on me...maybe I should just give in. Pay him his cash."

"NO!" Cody said vehemently, "You do that, who's gonna say he'll stop? He's malicious as fuck. And his two lapdogs won't let up. Maddox...he fucking gets turned on by hurting people. Graves is just bitter. You pay the cash, you're five grand out of pocket and they'll still pick on you."

"Can't we just rally people round?" Becky asked, "Surely Vince would listen when half the roster come to him with complaints."

"Vince hasn't got time for that shit," Cody sighed, "Sadly. Normally issues would be solved in Wrestler's Court. But that doesn't happen these days...Taker shows up once a year, JBL doesnt get involved anymore..."

"So?" Becky persisted, "Why don't we start one?"

"Your first night on Raw, don't get ideas above your station Bex.." Finn whispered sadly.

"Nobody in NXT was like that...everyone actually had some bloody respect," raged Becky, "I can't believe it here...it's like school!"

"Welcome to the main roster," Cody said, "Why do you think we formed the Plastics? We have to stick together against toxic scum like Mess, Maddox and Whorey Graves. In the old days, Joshy and I had a Slam Book.."

"A what?!" Becky snorted.

"Slam book, think Mean Girls Burn Book," Cody replied, "I legit thought I was the Regina George of WWE..."

"Hmmmm...sounds like someone else...right Fergal?" teased Becky.

"Why do you think we are so dead close?" Finn shot Cody a cute smile. He crept onto Cody's lap once more and huggled him tight.

"Awwww...I can sorta see why Sasha...anyway," Becky smiled, "I better go catch up with the girls...see you later."

"I'll be fine Bex, you worry about your debut, not me," Finn said.

Becky nodded before heading back into the arena.

"Hey," Cody whispered, "We calm now?"

"Now my Lucky Star's shining..."

"FInny...quit that..hehehe...I need to become Starboy...wait...that why you call me your Lucky Star?"

"Duh," Finn grinned, "That and you share my pash for 80s Madonna.."

"Never thought about it before now," giggled Cody, heaving them both up.

"Carry me."

"But FINNY..."

"Please?"

"OK...but people will talk."

"Let them. I don't care."

Cody adjusted the 190 pound mass in his arms, the pretty face now buried in his neck, and carried Finn bridal style back inside. Oh God. There was gonna be SO much hate to face now.

---

Wade Barrett was huddled back in Catering, his neck covered with some concealer. Finn was vicious. The big Brit was now legitimately in fear of his life. He reckoned the fiery Irishman would probably stop at nothing to get bloody retribution.

"Thanks for saving my arse," he grunted to Sheamus and John, who were still sat with him.

"Least we could do man," John said, "I mean it, I think Hunter needs to be told about this."

"Leave it, my affair," Wade grumbled, "Ste...look...sorry again for blowing up at ya earlier."

"You were pissed off, I can hack it," shrugged Sheamus, "John's right, mate. I had no idea Devitt was so...er..."

"Disturbed?" John put in.

"I wouldn't go THAT far!" spluttered Wade, "Watch what you say, OK?!"

"That punk comes near me, and he'll be history," snarled John, "If Randal was nearby.,."

"Randy's hardly the model 'girlfriend' himself," snorted Wade, "He's got you into more scrapes than anything!"

"Only because he listens to me...eventually," John sighed, "OK. You got me there man. I can sorta see it. So...what happens now."

"Keeping my back to the wall," Sheamus mumbled to himself.

But not quietly enough.

"What's that?" asked Wade.

"Nothing."

"Back to the wall?" John's face split with those dimples, "My my, is the big brute gonna be giving that cute little lilly-white ass up?"

"NO!" roared Sheamus defensively, his cheeks rather pink.

Wade and John howled with laughter.

"What ya scared of?" teased Wade.

"Yeah man," John added, "You forget both me and him have been on the receiving end. Do you see us mincing about to Britney or Beyonce?"

"No...but.."

"Man the fuck up, time you got those backdoors smashed in," Wade snorted, "I didn't fake it when we were shagging.."

Sheamus went scarlet.

"If you let Fandango...or Cesaro tap that ass, I'll buy your beers for a fortnight," John said.

"I'm holding you to that," hissed Sheamus, "Can we stop talking about it before he fucking hears it?"

Two arms wrapped around the big Irishman's neck and the breathtaking figure of Fandango materialised, peppering that neck with kisses.

"So..." he purred, "I couldn't help overhearing Stephen..."

"Shut up.." mumbled Sheamus.

"Turn down two weeks of drinks...not like you," purred the dancer, "I am breaking you in tonight...you have NO choice."

"I bloody DO..."

"No. You don't."

Fandango reached down shamelessly and began to caress inside the big ivory thigh...Sheamus hissed in pleasure at the touching...

"I think we better go," John teased.

"Yes, before he leaves a damp patch," smirked Wade, "Least someone's getting some tonight."

Sheamus flipped them both off as they left the table, snickering.

Fandango perched in the vacated seat to Sheamus' right.

"Cesaro is desperate to see me take your ass cherry...and I will not be put off a moment longer," the dancer snarled, stealing some electric kisses.

"Maybe it's not my thing!" Sheamus spluttered.

"You'll love it..."

"What's wrong with fucking CLaude's arse? He fucking can't enough!"

"You enjoyed it when I used that vibrator in you...made you shoot quite a load."

"SSSHHHHHHHH!" Sheamus gagged him with his hand. Fandango, chuckling, removed it easily.

"Don't make me handcuff you to the bed."

"You wouldn't..."

"I will. Cesaro will hold you down. Maybe we could form a chain...I'll be buried balls deep in you...whilst you screw his thirsty ass."

"I thought you wanted us to...you know..."

"He wants to see you lose your bottoming virginity first."

"Why you speaking for him?"

"Because I just milked him and he's recovering."

"Not fucking surprised, you're a bloody torturer with those hands.."

"You couldn't move for twenty minutes after I was finished with you..." Fandango pounced and began to kiss him animalistically.

"Not in fucking CATERING.,." Sheamus pushed him off.

---

Cesaro was gasping in the steel chair, his trunks around his ankles still...wow...just wow...Fandango was a master at male pleasuring...he'd been control-jerked (and finger fucked) for about half an hour.

His torso was covered in two releases.

That's how good Fandango was.

Cesaro bet money Fandango did this to many of the roster before him. He continued to bask in his recovery bliss.

Until the door opened.

In walked Brad Maddox. Licking his lips. He'd been earwigging outside and was now painfully horny. Why should Miz and Corey get all the fun of Cesaro. Sheamus and Fandango were NO barrier. Brad saw that he should take a piece for himself. WHo cared for the consequences?

Cesaro stumbled to cover himself.

"Oh hey there stud, recovering?" Brad smirked.

"Get lost," snapped Cesaro.

"Not very nice is it?" Brad teased, "Why was I never allowed to play with you?"

"Leave me the fuck alone," Cesaro growled, "Go and play with your slutty friends. I vont nothing to do vith any of you!"

"I have a great big fat ass, made for pounding," Brad began to snake his hips and twerk his chino-covered booty, moaning, "You cannot resist a piece of this...not many tops would..."

"Still chasing Ziggler's brother?" Cesaro snapped.

Brad paused.

Now he turned to glare at the Swiss.

"You leave my Ryan out of this.." he hissed, eyes flashing, "Or I may just cut your dick off."

Cesaro let out a derisive snort. Please. He'd heard about this guy's empty threats. Without his cronies to back him up he just looked like a bitter queen.

He pulled his trunks up and slowly climbed to his feet.

"Vy vuld I vont to screw some common whore with ass implants, ven I haff two REAL men who are fantastic to me?" he said, "You, Miz und Graves make me physically sick. I was desperate when I messed vith zem."

"MY ASS IS NATURAL!" screamed Brad, "You think the Kardashian Sisters like you?! GET REAL! They just got bored and moved onto MIKE! You could have helped us take them down. We don't need you! Useless LUG!"

"Sooo bitter," Cesaro actually Z-snapped at him. Why not be a strong man with sass? He was chic and European. He could prove his balls in the gym and the ring!

"Oh that's right, I hear you're a dirty ratchet-ass bottom now, what a fucking waste," snarked Brad, "By the way, fucking Sheamus again ain't gonna get the title off of Cena onto you when VINCE hates yo ass."

Cesaro just walked out. Please.

Finally he had his spine again.

And he saw Cody...with Finn in his arms, carrying him.

He froze.

"Oh...hey," Cody said.

Finn looked up. He scowled.

"What's HE doing here? Why are you talking to him?!" he spat.

"Finny..." Cody sighed.

Finn leapt from Cody's arms and stomped over to his enemy.

"Come to gloat have you?!" he shrieked, "You're probably laughing your head off cos Stuart dumped me for your sloppy seconds...or sloppy thirds!"

Cesaro sighed.

He actually felt sorry for the guy now rather than be fearful of him.

"No...despite the hell you put me through," he said.

"You deserved it you basic mess." spat Finn.

"Finny, stop it," Cody sighed, "Not gonna change anything is it? He's done nothing to you."

"You can't make me apologise!" Finn cried, "I'd rather be bloody single than being the fucktoy of some irrelevant hack in sparkly flares!"

"Would you?" Cody challenged.

"No..." Finn's eyes leaked.

"Look," Cesaro spoke up, "I still don't know vye you bullied me. I hate what you did...but...I don't hate you. I should. I really should. But I don't. I can see how much you're cut up about zis whole mess."

"I'd like to cut HIM up!" screamed FInn, "I'd like to put him in a slicer so he could watch himself make salami!"

"Who? Vade or Miz?"

"STUART FUCKING BENNETT. THE LATEST PRICK TO USE AND ABUSE ME!" Finn's voice was shrill now and he was shaking.

"Calm down...please..." Cody pleaded, hugging his distraught bestie close once more.

Cesaro looked sympathetic.

"He's been treated like shit by so many guys," explained Cody over the hacking sobs, "C'mon Cesaro, I know we were horrible...I hate myself enough for how I treated you...but even you can see what a piece of trash Mess is."

"Zey vont to end him," Cesaro sighed, "It vos me who coined ze phrase Kardashian Sisters..."

"It's actually kinda funny," Cody admitted.

"WHY?!" yelled Finn into his chest, "HOMOPHOBIC CUNT. JUST BECAUSE WE'RE FEM!"

"Finny...calm it...please..."

"Nobody understands me..." whimpered the NXT Champ, "I never fitted in back home...I never fit in at promotions...I really thought I'd fit in here..turns out people don't like me again."

"Hashtag freaks and geeks," Cody said, "Come on! Freaks And Geeks! That's us! THe three Amigos! Me you and Sami. Paige. Becky. We're proud to be different! Now...Finny...be a cutie, and say sorry to Cesaro."

"Don't want to."

"Fergal Devitt. NOW."

Cody pushed him at the big Swiss.

"Sorry," grunted Finn, wiping his bloodshot green eyes, "Don't expect me to be your mate though. But I'm sorry. It was because I thought you had a problem with Stuart."

"I thought he wanted Stephen still..."

"It just turned into typical amplified on the road gossip," Cody said, "Let's draw a line under that whole mess. And concentrate on getting Finny and Wade back together."

"Vade hates himself..." Cesaro attempted to extend the olive branch further.

"OH PLEASE!" Brad Maddox had stomped out, itching to stick the boot in, "Why don't you fuck off back to NXT Balor, huh? And as for you lispy.."

"YAWN," Cody sassed, "Get some new material.."

"Does WADE know that he and Zayn once fucked?!" Brad snarled.

Cody went white.

How the HELL?

Oh GOD...he must have been earwigging when they called Sami last week.

Finn looked green.

"Really?" gasped Cesaro. News to him too.

"NO!" screeched Finn, "It's a LIE! IT'S LIES!"

He covered his ears.

Brad just sneered from ear to ear. YAAASS. Meltdown, there's a good psycho.

"Why do you care anyway, Ass Implants?" spat Cody, "Jealous are we? How's your baby Ziggler shrine coming on?"

"You know NOTHING about me," Brad squared up to him, "So why don't you..."

He whispered something in Cody's ear.

Something so utterly off colour and nasty that Cody instantly flipped his lid. He literally screamed like a banshee and punched Brad so hard in the face it sent the malicious troll flying.

Cody then sprinted over and began to stomp him, cursing at the top of his lungs.

Cesaro ran and hauled him off.

"Not vorth it.." he hissed, "I heard vot he said."

"Then you'll understand he MUST FUCKING DIE!"

"It's vot he wants...don't you two see...zey like vinding you up so you explode then zey can cry bullying to the bosses!" Cesaro cried, "Miz. Maddox. Corey. Zey get off on zat!"

Cody was gasping but managed to listen.

He'd just totally blown-out his own advice to Finn.

"You're right...I just saw red.." he sighed, "I totally blasted my own advice. Just...Maddox is the fucking worst...worse than Mess. Worse than Graves."

"He has the most punchable face out of all of them that's why sweets.." Finn linked arms with Cody, also seemingly calmed down a touch, "His voice is like nails on a chalkboard too. What did he whisper?"

"I don't want to repeat it," Cody spat.

Cesaro mouthed something at Finn who gaped.

"Fuck..." he breathed, "That's fucking LOW.."

"Exactly..." Cody snarled, "If I hadn't come back tonight...breaking his neck would almost have been worth it...FInny...you're the only guy here who I can trust.."

"You're my lucky star..I feel the same when Generico's not here..."

Peck on lips. Big tight hug.

Cesaro walked away to leave them be. Well that was nice. A weight off his mind. He'll never truly forgive FInn for all that bullying. But he was willing to move on.

---

In the hotel room, Cesaro was laying on the bed, naked and turned on.

Sheamus was on his back also naked.

And Fandango was pecking down that muscular ivory form. Mmm...

Sheamus was grunting in pleasure. Such amazing touching...he was fucking scared though. Especially as he knew there was no escape now. His friends already knew. But he could not bring himself to expose his vulnerability in the bedroom. But he was so hard. Fandango was just worshipping his body. His thick muscled legs kicked up as the dancer began to caress inside his thighs slowly, really taking his time to just relax him and please him.

"Like a marble sculpture," breathed Fandango.

"Thank you.."

"I'm gonna start touching you...Cesaro. Pass me the lubricant."

Cesaro grinned and did so. He had the best seat in the house. He was still SO sated from Fandango's backstage handiwork that he was happy to just spectate this historical event close at hand.

Sheamus moaned as fingers brushed his (mostly) virgin hole. It did feel really good getting pleasured there...but he could not bring himself to just lose his inhibitons...

Until Cesaro, grinning, thrust some poppers under his nose.

"It vill help...it relaxes you down zere..."

"Yes I have taken these before.."

The big Celt inhaled anyway and moaned as the sensations heightened.

"I'll be gentle," growled Fandango, "Mmmm...such a hot smooth man pussy.."

"Don't call it that, I'm not a fucking lass.."

"You treat me like one," Cesaro smiled, "I like ze sensual stuff.."

His cock was hard. painfully hard.

"Fandango, look, I'm back on," he smirked, "If Stephen CHICKENS out, you can blow off inside me.."

"Hey! I get your arse too.." Sheamus hissed.

"My 'arse', I say who fucks it," Cesaro smirked, stealing a kiss from Sheamus.

"Good MAN," snarled Fandango, "I like a bottom who talks back. Legs up Stephen...I'm gonna show you how magical rimming is.."

"You already have...aaaahhh FUCK..."

Too late.

Sheamus moaned and gasped as he felt that sinful tongue brush his hole. Ohh fuck...this was SO good...he really liked being pleasured down there as opposed to just being wanked off or sucked...

Cesaro began to softly jerk off...ow his cock was so sensitive...Sheamus was widening his legs and REALLY getting into it. Fuck YES.

Fandango lifted his head. Mmm. What a hot, sweet big man ASS. Just what he liked best.

He shot that slasher smile.

It was time to break it in properly.

He grabbed a rubber sachet and tore it open with his teeth. He unrolled the condom onto himself and coated his shaft in lubricant.

Sheamus went rigid.

No.

He was not ready.

Not ready for this at all!

"Claude, take over...please mate...not ready.." he panted.

"Ssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Fandango leaned over to kiss him...Sheamus' legs wrapping tightly around him on instinct, The dancer skilfully lined his hardon up...and pushed.

"OWW! FUckinghellthathurts...fuck! Fuck!" Sheamus was in agony...ow. Ow! It was like a red hot poker was being held at his entrance.

"Relax..." breathed Fandango, "Almost in...you're so tight big guy..."

With an erotic grunt, the dancer pushed in some more, Sheamus cursing in pain, his forehead beading.

Cesaro was furiously fisting his cock. Just SEEING big, powerful, studly Sheamus with a man's cock in him halfway was sending him mad with lust...and envy! Cesaro was such a hungry bottom now.

"How does this fucking feel good...,you lads fake it...ow! OWW!"

Fandango's evil smile just widened. And he shoved in. Balls deep. Not giving his victim a chance to get used it.

"OW! YOU FUCKER..."

"I just popped your cherry," hissed the dancer in delight, "I am gonna take you to an incredible place."

He pulled almost all the way out, much to Sheamus' relief...and then slammed back in, this time stabbing the unused prostate.

Sheamus growled with pained pleasure. OK that felt FUCKING good! Where did the pain go?! He wanted that again!

"That's your G-spot," purred Fandango.

"Just fucking shut up and do that again OK.."

Fandango was jumping for joy. He loved breaking his hot studs down..once that ass was given up, he was in control.

He began to fuck the big Irishman.

Sheamus began to snarl and hiss...his skin alight as he gave himself to all this new sensations exploding in his body...this...was just...nothing could describe it...all he knew was...he didn't want it to end...this was amazing...Fandango held him in place and used those talented snake hips to truly work Sheamus over, making him feel so good.

Fandango was in fucking heaven. The bigger, and more masculine they were, the hotter it was to take their ass cherry.

Cesaro was already picturing the scene...maybe tomorrow (don't want to put all the eggs in one basket tonight!)...Fandango could fuck Sheamus...cos the Irishman will want more...and then Sheamus could fuck HIM. In a chain. Mmmmmm.

Fandango pulled out.

He took the condom off.

Sheamus was gasping. It was too much. But that felt AMAZING.

"Cesaro. On your back!" ordered the dancer.

Instantly, like the slut he was, the big Swiss, took Sheamus' place and opened his long legs gleefully.

But then he grinned naughtily.

He kneeled up and wrestled Sheamus back down.

He grabbed the lube and coated Sheamus' hardon. Sheamus just grinned. Oh Cesaro you little whore. He loved it.

Easily, the Swiss lowered himself on. The BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD!

He took Sheamus' hands and began to snake his hips, moaning as loud as possible.

"Ohh STEPHEN...gut mann...ich liebe dich..."

Fandango just jerked at the two hot studs fucking. One step at a time. His next objective? To make Sheamus cum hands free so he'll be begging for more dickings.

Cesaro was SUCH a slut and Fandango fucking loved it.

He had an idea.

He applied fresh lube.

But hang on...he and Sheamus were both bare.

Best be safe.

"Cesaro. OFF!" he barked.

"Nein nein...not now...ohhh Stephen..."

"I said off."

"Claude...don't disobey him.." smirked Sheamus.

This was so fucking naughty. He loved it.

Fandango tossed him a rubber.

"Oh my..." Sheamus gasped as he realised what the dancer was up to when HE applied a fresh rubber to himself.

"You may need a lot of this Cesaro," growled Fandango, tossing the bottle to the horny, smirking Swiss.

Cesaro handed it to Sheamus after liberally coating inside his ass.

Sheamus squirted some more on.

And then beckoned Cesaro back to to his cock. The Swiss squatted down and they began to resume their fucking. Cesaro definitely preferred it bare..he decided.

"Room for a little one?" Fandango hissed.

Sheamus was turned the fuck on. But nervous for Cesaro as the dancer straddled the Irishman's legs behind the gorgeous Swiss.

"Try it," sassed Cesaro, arching like a pro.

Slowly, very slowly...Fandango leaned in...pushing against the pert, muscular, furry ass...yes...

"OHHHHHH!" the Swiss's stifled cry rattled the window panes.

Sheamus couldn't describe this at all...that tight heat strangling him...and Fandango...Cesaro had successfully manage to take both of them!

"Please...move..." begged the mind-blown Swiss. He was SO full. He took a huge gulp of poppers.

"Good lad CLaude...fucking wow...you're the man.." panted Sheamus. He wanted to kiss the Swiss. But the combined weight of Cesaro AND Fandango on his lower body held him down.

"JUST FUCK!" cried the Swiss, deliriously high on testosterone and poppers.

So both men began to pound.

HARD.

Cesaro was crying out like a five dollar whore.

He had never done anything quite like this. With two of the hottest men he'd ever met. Sheamus was PERFECTION. Fandango was just SO sultry and seductive...and he was their bitch. He fucking LOVED that. The strongest man in WWE...was a mere fucktoy. And he didn't giv e a damn.

"AHH! AAHHH! AHHH! FUCK!"

"Good boy...good boy..." Fandango snarled, "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah...take it..."

"Gonna...I'm gonna..."

"C'mon Claude...fucking hell man...don't stop...good lad..."

Cesaro continued to scream and gasp, a total sweaty mess.

Suddenly he let out a fierce howl of ecstasy as he exploded without warning, shaking and shuddering as a mostly-dry but very intense orgasm tore his Adonislike form to smithereens.

Slowly Fandango pulled out.

Cesaro was gasping and flailing uselessly.

"Cum inside me please Stephen mon amour.." his voice wa shoarse, laced with ecstasy.

Sheamus leaned up and hugged him tight, new respect for his beau...continued to make love to him.

Fandango was happy to finish himself off just watching two European studs in love...he didn't mind that. He had a fast-growing affection for both of them himself...but he could tell there was definitely real love between Cesaro and Sheamus. The way they kissed.

The way Cesaro just glowed when his glorious accent moulded Sheamus' real name...

Cesaro lifted off, his ass tender...but he needed Sheamus to cum inside him.

SHeamus peeled off the condom and helped Cesaro back down for the final run.

More writhing and deep pleasure...kisses...tenderness...until Sheamus held Cesaro tight, bellowing like a caged bear and at last, blowing off inside him...fuck he needed this climax like no tomorrow...Cesaro took it, clenching around him, kissing Sheamus on the lips.

"Stephen...you are amazing.."

"Fucking hell Claude...you're something else.."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Kisses.

Cesaro looked over at Fandango. Who was looking down at his own release. He'd lost it when Sheamus did. All up himself. What a SHOW.

What a night.

Unplanned.

WHich were always the best.

"Komme hier," Cesaro purred, still with Sheamus inside him. He stole a kiss from Fandango, "Danke schon...you helped me find myself.."

"DId you enjoy that big guy?" purred the dancer, stroking Cesaro's shaven head tenderly.

Cesaro nodded.

"Zat was incredible...really like you...Curtis."

"You're not so bad yourself...superman."

Fandango planted a fat kiss on Cesaro's lips. And then Sheamus.

"Stay on him," he ordered the Swiss.

"Like I'm gonna get off," snapped back Cesaro with a naughty smile.

Sheamus fell back, taking Cesaro with him.

"I'm going to run myself a bath boys," Fandango hissed, "Your time now."

He climbed off the bed and wandered into the bathroom.

Sheamus held Cesaro close.

This had been a mindblowing night for all of them. Both he and Cesaro had done stuff they'd never done in their lives.

"I love you Claude.." whisperd Sheamus.

"I love you too Stephen."

"But...I really like having Fandango in our lives..."

"Me too...he's so good...and seeing him take your ass..know vot vuld be amazing...he fucks you...while you fuck me..."

"Don't you want to...would feel awesome if you..."

"I am no longer interested in topping," grinned Cesaro, "I am ze slut of zis menage-a-trois."

"Just don't start twerking or mincing! Or liking cheesy pop music!"

"I von't. But I haff a great ass zo, right? And I haff ze legs for Andrew Christian briefs."

"Shush. Only thing that worries me?"

"Vot?"

"He brings in other lads...you think he'd be satisfied with just me and you?"

"Good point amour...but now let's make ze most of zis..and if zat does happen, my feelings for you are zat strong.."

"Let's see how we go yeah?"

Fandango wandered in.

"Boys, get in the bath. I think Cesaro needs to be tended to."

"I'm fine thanks," grinned the big Swiss, his gorgeous furry thighs locked around Sheamus.

"No Claude, you're sweating like a pig," smirked Sheamus, "Give us a hand mate."

"HEY!" Cesaro was eased off the Irishman.

"You get his legs," Fandango smiled.

Sheamus did so.

They carried Cesaro to the bath (well he was pretty damn tall) and gently placed him into it, his ripped, sinewy arms just looking fantastic against the pure white of the tub.

"OK, you win," he conceded as the warm water came into contact with his abused ass and tender skin. His furry knees broke the surface, "I uh...settled my beef vith Balor today."

"The lad scares me to death," Sheamus sighed, "I really don't know what to think. He almost killed Stuey."

"Heartbreak does bad things to people," Fandango remarked.

"Yes it does," Cesaro put in, "But I'm glad I can put zat mess behind me for good now."

"So Cesaro, do you still think about Tyson?" Fandango had a wicked grin.

"Not cool!" Sheamus hissed.

"Nein. I am SO over him zat way. I think it vos ze forbidden fruit thing. And cos at ze time Stephen was away and I was frustrated. He's very handsome though."

"I'd like a piece of that phat ass myself," Fandango snarled.

"NO!" SHeamus and Cesaro barked in unison.

Fandango chuckled.

"No man compares to zat Irish prince," simpered Cesaro, "Ven he fucked me again...showed me how much I missed him. And as for you Fandango...you could make ANY man beg you for more...zat's hot."

"So who do you enjoy in that hot ass more? Me? Or that big old brute?" Fandango smirked.

"You both are amazing to me...don't make me choose...but...Stephen und mir just haff zis connection...but you haff the keys to me anytime you fancy."

A wicked smile on that handsome face.

Cesaro was a little bit of a slut now. But he didn't care. He was on cloud freaking NINE. Sheamus was just PERFECTION to him. But Fandango excited him in different ways. Yin and Yang. Maybe he just needed two men in his life! Have his cake and eat it.

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Well there we go. Had to feature the NXT Divas...and naturally Fandango's harem. So Sheamus finally allowed him in! And it looked like he enjoyed it...now...will he want more? Or is he happy to let Cesaro take it for the team...after all the Swiss Superman has become a right wee cockhound now. He LOVES Sheamus very much. But enjoys being very naughty with Fandango. It's complicated...but they're all having a blast. And the best bit about a unique storyline like that...it could go any which way.

Poor, baby Finn :'( Bless his heartbroken soul :'( Miz is just vile isn't he? At least now he and Coddles are OK again (he'll eventually get over his crush on Coddles now he's back with Joshy! YAAAAY. Surprise Jody FTW..) plus with Becky around...he'll be fine. Sort of. His birthday's this month...will he be in Wade's bed or single but with his best friends? We shall see.

Will Wade try and win Finny back before the wee cutie's birthday? Because after all, he has a ring...find out next time! xx