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.

41. Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Thanks to those who R&R'd. I think 40 was too similar to 39 in many respects. Also quite a bit has happened in the past 12 days...Trainwreck came out (the Centon lovers are in luck!), the Divas Revolution, bae Finn's birthday...and just last week, my longtime fave Layla retired :'( Just Coddles remains from the original 'golden trio' from Champs' Choice! :'(

But anyhoo, we have much fun and drama to get through. The most recent Total Divas episodes have been a pretty big muse actually. This is a LONG-ass one.

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Randy Orton could not get out of that theater fast enough. Oh GOD.

He knew John had a sex scene with Dolph Ziggler's comedienne ex girlfriend Amy Schumer...but MAN.

He was literally dripping with sweat. His mouth was dry. His heart racing. ANd he couldn't do anything about it because those damn Total Divas cameras were everywhere, so naturally, John was playing Nikki's man. Randy tried SO hard to cage the viper that was writhing with venomous rage in his chest.

John hanging a towel off his cock was enough to almost finish the messy Apex Predator off...but then THAT scene came on. Randy WISHED he'd been Amy's character more than he'd wished for anything in his life. C'mon John, forget the after-premiere party! Take him back to the hotel and fucking RAVISH him!

He looked at his RKC promise ring.

Buzz.

From: Codes

Oh HAI Randalyn, how goes the premiere? Bet you left a soaking patch on the seat *laughter emojis*

Oh fuck off. Irritant former stooge.

But Cody was right. Randy was convinced it would have taken 10 usherettes to prise him out of that chair but luckily his strength kicked in.

A heavy slap on his back.

The Viper jumped before whipping around in rage. Not some freaking interviewer...not when he was so hard he could cut diamonds..

And he was faced with the dimpled, grinning face of his beloved John Cena.

"Wondering where you'd gone," beamed the hulk, "You're unusually quiet."

"Waiting for you to finish playing the perfect straight man," Randy rumbled.

"Now now Randal, fangs away, don't spoil my big night," grinned John.

"Suppose you have media to do," grunted the Viper, folding his arms.

"No, it's drinks in the hotel with the cast and crew, if you wouldn'#t mind joining us," John smirked.

"Fuck that," snarled Randy.

John frowned.

Before flashing those dimples yet again.

"I think, somebody enjoyed the movie," he teased, "Suppose I can take a rain check."

"You better Cena. I want an early night."

And not giving a fuck, Randy grabbed John by the head and clamped their mouths together, devouring the hulk's lips.

"Jesus..." spluttered John.

"Actually my name is Randy," smirked the viper, and made out fiercely with John once more.

The US CHampion was horny as fuck already too. He knew Randy's game. He could HEAR the Viper's stifled moans during the naughty scenes in the theater! Even Nikki had snickered. Suppose he did have a duty to perform. Once he located the car which had brought him here with Nikki, he banged on the window.

"Hotel please man," he ordered,firmly but not nastily.

"Where's Ms Bella?" asked the driver.

"Her sister's taking her," John said. Thank GOD for Brie when he could feel Randy's breath on his neck. He'd be lucky to escape tonight with minor injuries at this rate. He knew it had been a great idea to invite Brie and Daniel along! That way Nikki had a get out of jail free card when Randy got amorous!

The rear doors to the flash BMW opened and John climbed his hulking frame into the back, Randy slithering in beside him. Thank GOD for blacked out windows because as soon as the hired German limo drove away, several fangirls squealing in its wake, the Viper struck.

He was kissisng John like his life depended on it, grinding needily. He was SO turned on. He wasn't sure he'd last this trip..

"Randal...Randal..." choked John.

"I want you.." moaned Randy.

SCREECH.

The car braked violently to a halt.

The driver turned to look furiously at them.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!" he raged, "Do you want me to tell McMahon?!"

Randy just shot him the finger.

"Drive, DRIVER," he barked snottily.

"Oh screw this, I'm outta here," the driver snapped, "I'm owed time anyway. Drive yourselves to the hotel...faggots."

John frowned. What kind of...?

"Drive," he ordered, "I'll tip you triple."

"Don't want anything from your sinner ass Cena. My ten year old SON idolises you! How am I meant to tell him he worships a sodomite!"

"You shut the fuck up and drive before I break your fucking neck," snarled Randy fiercely.

"It's your daughter I feel sorry for," the driver went on, "You ruined the sanctity of marriage and parenthood and corrupting that poor child's mind by exposing her to this..."

THat did it. Randy snapped. He scrambled out the back and yanked open the driver's door. He actually hauled the hapless driver out of his seat and punched him in the face!

John facepalmed. Oh JEEZ. Randy and that TEMPER. How much was THIS mess gonna cost him to buy silence?

The driver fell to the sidewalk and Randy placed his loafer-clad foot above the man's head, seething with fury.

"Mention my daughter AGAIN asshole...and I will break that skull."

"OK...sorry sir..." blubbered the driver, "I promise..."

"I don't think I heard you."

"I'm sorry Mr Orton."

"That's MR CENA to you. Mr RANDY CENA."

"I'm sorry Mr Cena."

"Good boy," snarled Randy, "Now get yo ass back in that seat and fucking drive us to the hotel."

Meekly and suitably scared into keeping his backward views to himself, the portly driver climbed back into the front of the navy saloon and resumed his duty.

Randy leaned into John, looking very pleased with himself.

"This is gonna cost me a bomb to keep him quiet," John hissed, "You are such a liability."

"He fired shots at Alanna Johnny. I don;'t take that from ANYONE."

"I know Randal. But you shouldn't let small minded insignificant punks get to you. And we're not married."

"I don't care, my driving licence now says Randal Keith Cena and that's enough for me," Randy said triumphantly.

Yes. He'd changed his name by deed poll (and paid a premium to keep THAT information secret) to Randal Keith Cena. It was almost like being married to John.

"Yes, but the rest of the world knows you as Randy Orton," John sighed, "Not that it's not adorable.."

"I am not adorable."

"Yes. You are." smirked John, "And you hate it."

"So when you gonna ask Vince to allow me to wear my Cena trunks?" asked Randy.

"On the 12th of Never."

"Then I'll wrestle in jorts and sweatbands."

"You don't have the ass."

"At least mine don't SPLIT in the ring."

Not that Randy minded THAT at Battleground!

He began to idly kiss John some more.

---

Back at the hotel, after John coughed up one HUNDRED thousand dollars to ensure the driver didn't sell the story about being assaulted by Randy Orton to TMZ, the two top WWE guys could at last be alone.

In the most exclusive, executive suite in the building, the jacuzzi was running and John was just about to remove his towel to climb in. He was going to make Randy WAIT as revenge for costing him $100k!

The hotel room knocked.

"Get that Randal," John said.

"Your room," pouted Randy, who was busy tidying up ALL John's clothes and belongings. The man left everywhere he went a pigsty and it was a huge source of frustration to Randy.

"I'm busy, checking the water," John replied.

"FINE!" snarled the Viper and he stomped to the door in the tiny briefs he was wearing. These were booty-enhancing briefs. And John approved.

Randy pulled open the door. Cristal on ice, of course.

The young porter who was delivering had eyes on stalks.

"Randy Orton..oh my God..." he spluttered.

"Actually, it's Randy CENA," Randy said shamelessly, "Assume you want a tip?"

"No sir...really...it'scool..." the poor youth stammered. He was a huge WWE fan and gay. And Randy was his most lusted-after superstar. He frequently picspammed Just US Boys with photos of the tanned man currently stood...in tiny briefs that showed BULGE...in front of him.

"Bring it right in," Randy smirked, enjoying this. Bless this kid. Why not make his night and give him a flash of Centon?

"Randal..what's keeping...oh...evening," John grunted, thankfully still in his towel as he clocked the blushing hotel worker.

"In the bathroom if you don't mind?" Randy said brightly.

John gave him a WTF look.

THe poor man was hardly daring to believe it...object of many beat offs, Randy Orton was really gay slash bi...and dating John Cena. He always assumed it was just wishful fanfiction. He placed the champagne, ice bucket and two glasses beside the marble sink in the flash bathroom before shuffling out.

Randy put his arm around his beloved hulk and pecked him lovingly as the young man goggled.

"Sorry...I'm...actually...a really big fan..." he spluttered.

"Sweet kid," chuckled Randy, "Got anything you want signing?"

"We're very discreet...here..." the poor young man continued, "I won't tell a soul...I swear on my momma's life...er...one of the napkins?"

"Sure," Randy said, "Bring it over."

The worker tripped before rushing to grab a napkin and handing it to Randy, who already had a pen in his hand.

"What's your name?" asked the viper.

"B...Brady," the worker choked.

Randy scrawled 'Hey Brady, yep Centon is real ;) Hope you enjoy Trainwreck cos I did LOL ;) Randy Orton x'

"C...c..can I...take a picture...oh God I must sound like such a perv..." the poor worker looked like he wanted to die.

"Go right ahead," grinned Randy, cuddling up to John and smiling. A genuine one, not his somewhat sneering lip-curl he normally did with fan shots (usually ones he found annoying!).

The poor kid managed to get one reasonable shot.

"How about one with me?" smirked the viper.

"Randal, put some damn clothes on, you're making the poor kid uncomfortable," John scowled, before shooting an amiable smile at the worker, "You'll be on your way in a jiffy, buddy."

"Nope," Randy posed next to the worker who attempted to look casual. John manfully took a photo on the kid's phone.

Randy gave the worker a $150 tip (almost causing him to hyperventilate) before sending him cheerfully on his way.

"I cannot believe you," John shook his head.

"Why? The kid was clearly a fan, and I bet we made his entire year," RAndy shrugged.

"You outed us to another stranger," John went on, "I think he jizzed his pants when you stood next to him in that thing you#re calling underwear!"

"I remember when we used to seduce cute young hotel workers back in the day," Randy grinned.

"Yes. And I remember the amount of money I used to have to pay after," John replied, shedding his towel and hanging it off his semi hard cock.

Randy moaned.

Oh GOD.

He shed his briefs.

"Do we have to sit in the jacuzzi?" he complained.

"Yep. As you paid for room service. And this is me punishing you for assaulting religious drivers," John smirked.

---

Freshly dried and on the bed, Randy and John were now grinding, growling and kissing.

"Ohh fuck...been waiting so long to just get you in bed," moaned Randy.

"Then open those damn legs Orton," John snarled, "Cos I want more than just a hot blowie."

Randy had been sucking him off constantly...in the jacuzzi...that had been HOT. But now John was as horny as the Viper and wanted in that tight ass. He wanted to fuck Randy just like his character screwed Amy Schumer's in the movie.

Randy handed him the menthol lube (naturally).

"Just hurry up and get in me," he rumbled, laying back and raising his legs, his delicious thighs gleaming in the light of the room.

John just grinned down.

14 years and still Randy turned him on like no other. He still remembered when Randy was at his cocky asshole upstart peak and only HE could puncture that ego...by fucking Randy so hard he was a whining mess. Not that much had changed in the past decade or so then!

He did miss twinky, floppy haired, twenty-year old Randy though. So innocent looking.

John coated three fingers, but inserted just one, slowly...enjoying the contented grunts from the Viper.

"Yeah...just keep touchin'," Randy moaned.

"You're so hot," John hissed.

"I try.." Randy sighed, opening his legs wider, "More Johnny.."

"You're such a pussyboy.." grinned the hulk.

"And...I'm 35...don't care when I get the best fucking sex in the world," Randy sighed. God he loved it when John played with his ass. He still remembered the first time John just took his time to finger him. God he'd been such a slut for John..still was.

John then got between those thick, muscular, copper thighs and began to eat Randy out. Randy gasped and writhed...fuck YES! Sometimes he was just in such a rush to go all the way...foreplay...he always forgot how much he enjoyed it. He fought not to jerk his weeping cock, wanting to prolong this pleasure. He was sure he wouldn't last long once he finally got John where he needed him the most..

He grabbed a pillow and placed it under his ass as John sat back up.

THe hulk coated himself with lubricant before placing Randy's ankles on his huge shoulders.

Easily...but slowly...John entered, enjoying the bassy moans of joys that split the air.

And the glorious smile of pleasure that lit up Randy's craggily-handsome face. He still kept his looks as far as John was concerned. He was more than just a perfect body (and a flat ass).

The way his intensely cobalt eyes sparkled during moments like these. He never looked more alive.

"Ohhhh John...fuck..."

"Feel good?" smirked the hulk.

"Fucking need this. Don't be shy," purred Randy, "I'm not some chick or soppy twink like Cody. Fuck me like a MAN."

"Like this?"

John pulled almost all the way out...and shoved in hard, spearing Randy's prostate and causing a deep cry to echo off the walls.

"Just...ohhh FUCK...like that!"

So John began to pound Randy HARD.

Randy was in fucking HEAVEN. Yeah. He liked it slower...when he was on the mirror on the bus.

He liked it doggie in front of the mirrored wardrobe at his home.

When he was on his back like a chick...he liked it HARD. Cody DID tell him back in Legacy that missionary was the fucking BEST.

"Yeah,...fuck yes Johnny...wreck me.."

"Damn you want this dont ya Orton..."

"Shut up and fuck Cena...OH YEAH! Just there...fuck yeah...oh fuck...fuck yes,...fuck don't stop...oh FUCK so fuckin good..."

Randy's long inked arms were flailing against the duvet as he gave himself to John totally. He wasn't a scratching possessive wildcat like Cody or Finn. But he was just as passionate about the man he loved.

And he could always cum hands free from missionary...it was the position he and John used the first time John made him cum on his own. He'd screamed the place down.

He leaned up and devoured John's lips, moaning John's name softly.

John grinned and kept Randy upright, letting the tall younger man ride him, using his powerful thighs for support...and Randy ALWAYS got off like HELL on this...his firm muscular ass bouncing off John's taut thighs...every stab to his prostate causing a loud cry to reverberate off the walls..

Suddenly Randy's body was consumed by fire and he borderline screamed, his bassy, baritoned voice increased violently in pitch as his much-needed climax left his 240 pound body and sprayed between their sheened, muscled bodies.

Randy wobbled and John threw him down before fucking him like a common hustler, holding his long legs wide open, Randy just grunting and groaning in deep, deep, satisfied lust...yes John, keep fucking...keep fucking...so what if it hurt now? He could take it! Fuck yes...c'mon...shoot that load inside him.

"FUCK...oh fuck gonna nut...gonna fuckin' nut..." John was going full Thuganomics and Randy was just a mess..

John roared in that gloriously masculine bearlike way he always did as he drove deep inside Randy, exploding hard inside the tight ass.

Randy clenched his hole tight...taking everything John gave him, almost coming a second time himself. Like COdy and FInn, however, he fucking loved it when his man came inside him and he could FEEL every shot.

It was literally the scene from Trainwreck..frame for frame, as John pulled out of Randy.

Randy rubbed his ripped abs, looking totally satisfied and content.

"Oh Johnny..." he whispered...smiling again, eyes heavy.

"Needed that huh?" grinned John, wiping Randy's release from his huge torso.

"Fuck yeah...took you long enough."

"Well I though I'd make you wait," smirked the big man, laying next to his beau. Randy leaned over for kisses.

"I spent the entire scene wishing it was me instead of Schumer," Randy sighed.

"Yes I know, I could hear your thirsty moans," teased John, "So now, are you gonna fess up to me, it was you who begged Carrano to allow us to tag on Raw?"

Randy suddenly found the mood lights in the ceiling extradordinarily pretty and enchanting.

"Randal.."

"And what? It's been long enough since my face turn and our feud. And good job too because you forgot your sweatbands andit was lucky I had spares."

"You know I always appreciate everything you do for me Randal."

"Well it'd be nice if you did stuff for ME in future...just saying. Especially once I sell my St Louis pad and move in full time. Al keeps asking about Uncle Johnny's nice big house..and pool.."

Jesus that Randy was such an emotional blackmailer! But John knew despite all the Viper's foibles, he wouldn't take the Missouri native any other way. And that had been some fucking epic sex.

Now...would it be hard say, to fuck a 240 pound, six foot plus bottom...mid-air?

John was pretty much one of THE strongest in WWE...

---

25 July 2015

Wade Barrett had had a shit night's kip. This hotel had the hardest, lumpiest bed possible.

And his brain had gone into overdrive all night. Trying to find ways of making today bearable. How could he have been so stupid? Taking the easy way out and washing his hands of Finn when the cute Irishman actually probably really needed his moral support. The big Brit wasn't often given to being a sentimental old sod, but he'd actually made plans for today. He'd even booked a table at an awesome restaurant in the city they were wrestling tonight...and he'd planned to get the ring out.

But now? He had an expensive sapphire white gold ring which had no intended receiver.

Maybe he should pawn the bugger.

Or keep it. Just in case.

The ball was in his court. But then from what Becky Lynch had been saying...maybe it was a no go area now. Plus that bitchy text message...and that finger photo. Wade could see the malevolence flashing in those enchanting green eyes.

The Brit couldnt help himself. He went onto Finn's Twitter.

Not that there was anything there. The boy rarely tweeted anything interesting, if Wade was honest.

WhatsApp message.

Who from?

(number): Hi mate, can we talk? It's Marty Scurll.

What the...that dick had a nerve.

Wade didn't know the dirty details of the messy relationship the British indie competitor had had with Finn. Just that they had a thing once.

He added Marty to his contacts.

King BNB : Prove it.

Buzz.

A photo of Marty, holding up a bit of paper with Wade's number on it. OK. How the HELL did he get the Brit's number?!

King BNB: How did you get my number?

Marty S: Miz. Look mate, no hard feelings but need to talk 2 ya. About Devitt.

King BNB: Why? I aint screwing him no more

Marty S: Good job too mate. He's a NUTTER. Like seriously mental. His quiet goody 2shoes thing is a load of bollocks.

King BNB: And how would you know?

Marty S: Because I went out with the psycho bitch. He used to pull knives on me if I pulled out of him before cumming. He smashed up my Beemer. He also smashed some ring rat slag's phone for flirting with me.

Wade exhaled. But to be honest, it didn't surprise him. Not after the way Finn almost choked him to death the other week. His neck still hurt some days. But he was pissed off. Today of all days.

King BNB: It's his fucking birthday you dick. I still love the fucker even if he chucked me.

Marty S: Just warning ya man, don't snap at me! You're better off out of it.

King BNB: Yeah he's already chucked champagne bottles at me when he thought I was cheating lol

Marty S: Yep, he threw a bottle of red wine at me once when I stayed out late. He needs to be in a loony bin mate.

King BNB: Fuck man...yeah and a few days ago he came at me at work...fucking strangled me...like I could press charges. Took 3 of the lads to prise him off.

MArty S: *shocked emojis* fucking hell man! Get him arrested!

King BNB: I kinda deserved it tbh mate. Look I g2g. Plane to catch.

MArty S: K. Nice talkin 2 ya anyways. Take it easy mate.

King BNB: Yeah. see ya.

Wade exhaled again. Fuck. Had he just thrown himself a lifeline by dumping Finn?

Or was he just being a cowardy bastard like the others?

He eyed up the ring, glittering gloatingly across the room in the meagre light from the bedside reading lamp.

No.

Wade was gonna get his boy back if it was the last thing he did.

---

The Brit was just checking out of the hotel. As he made his way towards the front door, he spotted a tall dark red-haired girl just pushing it open.

"Oh. Wotcha," he grunted.

"Hey," replied Alicia Fox. Wade's ex girlfriend. And as Paige had told him, hated by Finn, "You riding alone?"

"YEah, getting me head together, been a pretty heavy couple of weeks," sighed the Brit.

"Wanna talk about it?" asked Alicia, failing to conceal her excitement.

"Yeah...thanks. Be nice."

He followed her out to the car park. He hoped she hadn't come in with Paige. For the love of GOD. He didn't need any more earache from her.

---

Eden Stiles was packing both hers AND Cody's bags because her cute ravenette husband was busy. Pacing the room talking to his best friend in the whole wide world. Arranging a night out! At 5am! She really didn't get these boys sometimes. She might have to bite the bullet and ask Paige for some advice how to keep Cody in line.

"I'll get as many as I can Finny," Cody was gushing, "I'm SURE there's a good gay bar downtown. Can't have you being alone on your birthday!"

"Not quite," Finn replied, "Got last night's Grindr shag still asleep in my bed."

"FINNY...NO. Why?!" lamented Cody.

"Why not? I'm single. Stuart hates me, and I hate him (liar, Cody thought)...don't fancy anyone else at work...except maybe you...but I know that we'll never happen..."

"Have some more respect for yourself," Cody scolded, "I thought after the smark, we agreed, no more Grindr slutting."

"I was horny and didn't fancy a night with a cucumber," Finn replied, a cute smirk on his face which Cody couldnt see as it wasn't a Facetime call, "I still have needs, sweets."

"So was he any good?" asked Cody.

"CODY. Not at this hour!" snapped Eden.

"About my age, generic gym bunny type," Finn replied, "He was OK. Totally not into wrestling. Wanted me to ride his dick so he could twist me nips. I've had better but he did for last night."

"Finny. No. No. No. You should at least try and make it up with Wade. I'm inviting him along tonight."

"Like he'll go anywhere I am without armed guard," snarked Finn, "I just want you, Paige, Summer, Bex and Sasha there..Layla can come...oh and maybe the Bellas. And Eden. Obviously. Want to be around girls tonight if I'm honest. Not in the mood for lads."

"What about Dean?"

"Oh yeah, suppose he can come. No fuss. Not like Cena's do. Just my friends and cocktails."

"No vodka for you."

"My birthday Cody."

"I'm not in the mood to battle the Balor demon. Not today."

"I can drink other spirits."

"Fine. But you're on your own if they send you craycray. Finny...gurl...I'll call you on the road, mkay? Brandi's pissed at me enough hehehehe. See ya later. Be lazy and pamper yourself. That's an order. And kick that trick out. See what Sami's up to. BYEEE! MWAH."

"I might. Or might get another shag before he fucks off. Get my money's worth...no I didn't pay! Just an expression. Bye sweets...mwah. Love you."

"Love you Finny. Now mush birthday boy."

Cody hung up.

---

In his Orlando bedroom, Finn placed his phone on airplane mode and padded over to the bed.

"Did he buy the story?" asked a nude Tye Dillinger.

"Every word," giggled FInn, climbing on top of the hot hunk from NXT, "Mmmhmmm *GIGGLE*...you're really good in bed Shawn. Made me squeal."

"Barrett's a fool," Tye smirked, grinding against the NXT Champion, "Giving a hottie like you up."

"Meh. His loss. He wasn't all that. Man, I still can't believe we fucked last night," sighed FInn, between kisses, "Especially as you don't do hookups."

"Helping a buddy out," Tye replied, "You were so frustrated man...and you're hot as fuck. Not a word to Codeman though."

"No intention whatsoever SHawn...now where's that bloody lube?"

"Where ya left it, birthday boy," growled Tye, spanking Finn's amazing arse.

---

"What do you mean you can't come. But LAY, I was counting on you!" Cody was whining on the phone over his latte in Panera Bread, to more sighs from his long-suffering announcer wife.

"I'm sorry Coddles...look...I'll be at the show, I'll explain then," Layla replied, "It'll feel right."

"SOunds big Lay.."

"It's not exactly throwaway. Look I'll see you later darling, bye."

"Bye Lay."

Cody hung up.

"You've been on that damn phone all morning!" Eden complained.

"I have a heartbroken bestie to fix!" pouted Cody, "It's important to me...Sami said be a good friend. So that's what I'm doing. Just think, Finny could have been getting a ring on his finger today. Instead he's had to hit some loser up on Grindr just to feel wanted."

"I know it's crap what he's been going through but you can't babysit a 34 year old grown man, Cody," sighed Eden.

"He's so sweet and misunderstood," Cody lamented.

"So misunderstood he almost kills a six foot plus bareknuckle fighter with his bare hands? So sweet you ran scared of him?" Eden challenged.

"Because people treat him like shit!" Cody replied, "It's messed him up...he can't trust anyone anymore and it's hit him hard! He's so loving and nice...but all they see is Prince Devitt and some hot abs. It's not fair! I know the feeling Brandi...people attaching themselves to me because of...Dad...and Dustin.."

"I know honey. Just...remember you've got your own life...and loveS..."

"Yeah. Sorry honey."

He leaned across the table to peck her on the lips.

Just as his phone began to ring again.

Eden let out an irritated cry. JESUS. What was this mess?

"It's Paige," Cody said, "Can I?"

"If you must," huffed Eden.

"Heyy Paige...please tell me you're not rainchecking me too?"

"Would I do that? No. Where are you?"

"Panera Bread. Downtown."

"OK I'll meet you there. We have a problem. A big one."

"Uh Oh...OK well me and Brandi are here..alone..."

"Oh...well...I'll see you at the arena then."

"No Paige...if you're about, come in. It's not some tea is it?"

"Well it kinda is, but messy tea. Could create some drama."

"Well unless Mess, Ass Implants and Rat Skank's car has been totalled it can wait."

"It's about Wade."

"See you soon."

Cody hung up.

"This better be important and not just another tea spilling session," Eden groaned.

"She sounded serious," Cody replied, "I'll buy you lunch? And that Louis Vuitton purse you've been eyeing up online?"

"Deal," giggled Eden.

Cody chivalrously kissed her hand. He could be the model hubby when he wanted. He did love her (just not as much as he doted on his beloved Joshy). It was complicated but they made it work on all sides.

"I like you best when you're not being a manchild," Eden confessed, "Does get a little bit wearing."

"I know. I have many sides. Like a star..."

"CODY."

"Sowwy. Oh look, there's Paige."

"Does she ever not wear white skinny jeans? The girl practically has a uniform!"

"Sssh...she's coming over. HEY!"

Cody leapt up to hug the raven haired girl who was alone.

"Where's Summer? And your other travel buddies?" asked Cody.

"Told them to go on ahead, didn;t need an entourage," Paige said, setting her coffee down, "Especially as...ha...oh this is just a pantomime..."

"More drama?" asked Eden.

"Tell me about it, and it's Total Divas related," Paige said, "But also concerns a certain wee Irish man."

"Why? Why does the ENTIRE world revolve around Finn freaking Balor?!" exclaimed Eden, "It's all anyone talks about at work! All Cody talks about!"

"Not every day you see a bareknuckle fighter half-killed by a little spitfire," Paige shrugged, "So, in my car...or rather...Dan's..I mean...ahem..(she blushed)...Summer's...there's us. Foxy...and Wade."

"KHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE."

Cody felt he couldn't express his horror slash fury any other way.

Even Eden looked gobsmacked.

"But they had a vicious breakup...has she got a death wish?" she gasped.

"I know...I've tried...but thinking about it, they're both single..." Paige ran her hands through her long black hair, "For the love of GOD I hope this doesn't go public..if Miz and his bitches get wind of it..."

"Alicia's gonna get scalped bald," Eden facepalmed, "Oh God the mess...this will get ugly fast...I should warn her."

"No!" Cody cried, "She should know better...they were like ancient history! Wade's into guys now! One guy! The guy he bought a fucking white gold sapphire ring in DUBLIN for!"

"He probably pawned it!" Paige said, "I don't know what to do?"

"Tell Alicia to back off what's rightfully Finny's?!" Cody cried incredulously.

"He's nobody's property Cody!" Eden scolded.

Cody got to his feet.

"CODY...oh God I give up! Why me?!" Eden was burying her head in her hands as Cody stormed out of the eatery.

"He takes his friends lovelives extremely seriously?" Paige shrugged.

"Be nice if he actually put that much time and energy into his own." Eden huffed.

---

Cody was stomping around the high street, hunting for a rental with three people in it.

Ugh like a needle in a damn haystack.

Typical bland small town.

ALl the same. Wherever you went in the country.

Same identikit chain stores.

Ah.

He spotted Summer's wavy blonde locks and shades behind the wheel of a Nissan Altima.

And yes. In the back were Wade Barrett and Alicia Fox. Just talking like friends admittedly, but still.

He yanked open the nearside door.

"Oh...hi Cody.." Alicia smiled.

SUmmer facepalmed. This was a bad idea sending Paige in on her own. Cody was SUCH a drama queen.

"Wade? Can we talk? Alone?!" Cody snapped.

"Sure," shrugged the big Brit, climbing out. He followed Cody towards a small brick surrounded-rockery containg some colourful shrubs. The ravenette sparked a cigarette up as he perched on the small wall.

"Explain?" he sassed.

"Alicia and I are just travelling with Paige and Summer as it was cheaper?" Wade replied, "Mate...what you getting at?"

"You're riding with your ex-girlfriend? On Finny's birthday?!"

"So? He aint my fella anymore is he?" snarled the King Of The Ring defiantly, "It's just Saturday as far as I'm concerned. Stop it Codeman. We are NEVER, EVER, getting back together."

"Stop with the Taylor references, it's UNBECOMING," hissed Cody.

"That wasn't even a...oh for FUCKS sake," groaned Wade, "Look. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be.."

"You bought him a ring."

"And I can pawn the ring."

"You would have done that already. You obviously still have it. Therefore you still love him and I know he still loves you."

"We're not doing this here...we're not on bloody Total Divas now. This is real life mate. Just butt the hell out of my personal life and accept that it's fucking OVER. I'm finished with lads. Had more shit from them than I ever did women. And Alicia and I still have a few things to smooth over. So why don't you toddle off back to your WIFE and leave me to do my own thing yeah?"

Cody had that pissed-off-cat look going on. He inhaled deeply from his cigarette.

But maybe he was getting too involved in stuff that really, was none of his business. He had to stop trying to be the caped crusader, saver of relationships within WWE. But this would crush Finn. Completely.

And if Miz and Co. found out about this...

---

Wade strolled into Catering at the arena for the house show that night. He was trying not to think about Finn too much. It had been a nice break to hang out with former flame Alicia for a while. It was just friendly chat more than anything. But he did twig she still had feelings for him.

And Cody was getting on his bloody nerves.

"Alright lads," he grunted, taking his seat at their usual manly table, Sheamus, Cesaro, Cena, Orton. No Fandango today, he noted.

"Well well, so what's this I've been hearing," John began.

Oh BLOODY HELL.

Wade was gonna go smack Cody's face in a moment. That fucking blabbermouth.

"I dunno, what is it you've been hearing?" he snarked.

"Relighting the ol' fire?" John teased, "Moved on quick haven't you?"

SHeamus looked confused.

"What you yapping about now?" he complained.

"Codes told me that BArrett's sniffing round Little Miss Hi, Have A Foxy Holiday," Randy said, "Well, I mentioned it to Johnny, as one does..."

"I MIGHT HAVE KNOWN!" roared Wade, "Where is the little fuck?!"

"Calm down man," John said, "Haven't you had enough drama recently? Look man, maybe it'd do you good to move on."

"Nice work," Sheamus spat, "Fancy. Today of all days."

Wade gave him a V sign.

"What's today?" asked John.

"Devitt's birthday. The day Stuey was SUPPOSED to get down on one knee," Sheamus snarled, "I'm fucking disappointed in ya mate."

"Get over it," Wade folded his arms, "So STE, how was taking it up the chuff for the first time?!"

Sheamus went SCARLET.

John and Randy rounded on him. Wade just smirked. Diversion achieved.

"So you finally let old twinkle-toes break that big white ass in, huh," John teased, "Well, a promise is a promise. I'm paying for your drinks for the foreseeable future."

"Thanks mate," Sheamus mumbled, "How about the pub after the show?"

"Sounds like a plan. Maybe Wade can bring Foxy along," Randy said, enjoying shit stirring enormously.

"Not cool," huffed Sheamus.

"So did you get split open after Trainwreck?" snarled Wade at the Viper.

"Yes. More than you're getting right now," clapped back Randy.

"Randal.." growled John.

Randy huffed but shut up. He and Wade were looking daggers at each other. SHeamus groaned. Jesus. He thought these guys weren't like the drama-loving Plastics. Wade made his bed, he could lie in it, Sheamus decided.

But Randy couldn't stay silent for long.

"So Johnny, why are you buying Sheamus drinks? For finally losing his ass virginity at middle age?" he deadpanned, "Big deal. Everyone else at this table has taken it without morphing into Cody."

Cesaro almost opened his mouth and announced that he'd been double-fucked recently...but actually, decided no. He'd just look trashy. And not manly. Save his sluttiness for the bedroom. But damn did that shirt and waistcoat (Fendi he'll have you know) cling to Sheamus' muscular body deliciously.

He grabbed Sheamus' head and planted a fat kiss on his bristled lips.

"What was that for?" spluttered the Irishman.

"Just because," Cesaro purred, fumbling for Sheamus' hand under the table.

"Oh you're making me sick," groaned Wade.

Cesaro climbed onto Sheamus' lap and continued to make out with him, grinding naughtily.

"Get a room!" John boomed.

"Why? I can do one better," Randy snarled and grabbed the hulk, kissing his face off. John struggled initially but gave in and returned it. Wade just wanted to fucking DIE. Seriously. Smug BASTARDS.

"Ok ENOUGH..." he complained.

"Jealousy's an ugly look," Randy teased.

"So's your face," Wade snarled.

"Gentlemen..." John said, "Stop it."

"SHE started it," Randy had the naughtiest smirk going on.

"I'm finishing it," John growled, "Behave Randal."

"Nope," Randy fished his phone out and idly began to browse Twitter.

Cesaro was finding it tough to calm his hormones. It was like he'd just discovered Sheamus all over again. Fandango had been on separate shows...and he could have Sheamus ALL to himself. He was surprised at his own thirst. When he wasn;t working out, driving, or wrestling, he was on his back in Sheamus' bed. They were fucking every day. Twice daily. Fandango was already being pushed out of the picture.

"How'do lads," came Neville's voice, as the small Geordie perched in the last vacant seat.

"Wotcha mate," grunted Wade, "I'm stuck in hell here."

"Oh yeah...course..." Neville said, "Well if it makes ya feel better, at least you won';t get any of it from me. Rami's still rehabbing. Been told to steer clear of vigourous sex."

"Can they tell this horny bunch of twats to do so?" Wade sighed, "Well, old manbag over there anyway."

"Zis could have been you Vade," teased Cesaro.

"Oh FUCK off..." Wade snorted.

"Claude, quit it," SHeamus mumbled.

"Vot do you boys think of Stephen's Vaistcoat und shirt?" Cesaro smirked.

"Buying his clothes already?" John teased.

"Good man! High five!" Randy jeered, slapping hands with the big Swiss, "Now you know the pain I go through making Johnny presentable."

"Aren't men just a NIGHTMARE..." Cesaro replied.

"Oh CHRIST, is that what you talk about when you lift weights? You big pair of girls blouses," Wade snickered.

"At least you don't get dragged around designer stores EVERY bloody day," Sheamus complained, "He's even bought me a manbag."

"Vich you STILL haven't used Stephen," Cesaro wagged his long finger at him teasingly, "Anyway, he buys me undervere in exchange."

"Oh I think I'm gonna vom," huffed Wade.

"Love you Stephen," Cesaro growled, pulling Sheamus to him for more kisses, "Vuld you like dinner after ze show?"

"Be awesome thanks Claude...hang on...we said the pub..Cena owes me beer. Actually...lads? You fancy a double date? I promise Claude will be on his best behaviour?"

"Sounds likea plan," John shrugged, "Are suits mandatory?"

"Nope but vould be appreciated," Cesaro said, "It's 2015. You can be a real man AND dress well you know."

He took his glasses off to clean the lenses. His flash pale blue Prada shirt (a stylish hangover when he dated Miz the first time) certainly looked great on his studly body. He was so happy now. He really loved Sheamus. Fandango was hot and fun...but he wasn't Sheamus. And Cody was cool with him. Finn...well...Cesaro wasn't bothered about him anymore. They'd sort-of cleared the air.

John looked at his phone.

"Randal, meeting with Carrano," he said.

"Carrano didn't say I couldn't be there, so I'm coming with you," Randy said, getting up to follow John.

"Wipe his arse for him too do you?" was Wade's parting shot.

Randy just flipped him off in response and stomped behind the US Champion.

"Oh they make me want to throw up," Wade sighed, "Bloody Orton's like a fucking mother hen over Cena."

"Seconded," Adrian Neville put in.

"What?!" Sheamus chortled, "You're the most arse-pussy-whipped man in WWE!"

"I am not you arsehole!"

"Mate you SO are! Zayn has you under the ol' thumb 24/7!"

"Oh piss off Paddy," Adrian spluttered, red in the face, "I've just remembered something...why I came over..Barrett mate, I'd find some place to hide."

"Why?" asked Wade, "Is Rhodes coming to shoot his gob off?"

"No, worse. His sidekick AKA birthday boy AKA new NXT Champ is here."

"Oh for fucks sake," Wade actually went white but covered it up with his usual irritable snark, "Oh I know what I'll do for MY birthday if I have the day off! I'll go on the road when I'm not bloody needed. Can't he leave us then fuck alone?"

"I had heard a rumour," Sheamus added, "Just didn't want to say it, in case he didn't show up."

"I hear Greenland's a nice place to visit," Wade spluttered, "Er...I'll see you at the pub Ste..?"

"Don't go running Stuey, the guy half-killed you!" Sheamus said, "You've got every right to stay here."

"No thanks," Wade hissed, "I value my body parts too much."

"Sheamus is right man," Adrian added, "Just stay there. Stand your ground."

"FIne..." Wade tried to concentrate on Twitter or The Sun footie pages online, but he was most definitely on edge. What happened to wanting to win Finn back?

"Did any of you watch the video to Blank Space back in December?" Adrian asked.

"No, in case you noticed, do we look like the sort who'd listen to Taylor frigging Swift?" Sheamus laughed.

"Rami made me," Adrian grumbled, "I can't help but think of Devitt..."

"Here we go again.." groaned Wade, "Not making me feel any better."

"He sees you with Fox...he'll go nuclear," Adrian said, "Your clothes will be cut up...your house will be smashed to bits..."

"How the fuck did you..." Wade was now visibly shaken up.

"I saw you come in with her," Adrian said, "Meant to say...what were you playing at?"

"It's her I feel sorry for," Sheamus sighed.

---

In another corner of Catering, the usual Plastic crowd were gathered. Cody, Paige, Summer and Dean.

Dean as usual, was keeping the catering company's poultry supplier in business with his chicken wings and only chipping in to the conversation every now and then.

Summer was in her Lana garb.

Paige's eyes all over her long legs.

"Good job Sami's not here," Cody grinned through his cute Off Duty Glasses, "He'd be ripping you to shreds Paige."

"Samuel can just shut up and go and wax his sac and crack," Paige said, "And stop being such a royal pain in the arse."

"And now she finds her spine," teased Summer.

"Oi..." Paige pointed at her.

"So when's birthday boy arriving?" Dean asked, "And is security checking him for machetes?"

"DEAN!" Cody scolded, "Don't be mean. I want everyone to be nice to Finny today."

"Afternoon ladies," came Becky Lynch's voice, "I come bearing a Birthday prince."

"FINNY."

Cody leapt onto his bestie who instantly smothered him with big hugs right back. YAAAS! Time to SLAY.

Finn had a huge 'It's My Birthday!' badge on his navy polo shirt.

"Not in your trunks?" teased Paige.

"That's for later," Finn grinned, "ALmost missed me plane."

Because he'd been having sex with Cody's old friend Tye Dillinger...but nobody was to know that. Tye was GREAT in bed. Such a wee stud.

"So when did you start drinking Guinness?" Paige went on.

"Since lunchtime," Finn shrugged, "And what? I'm allowed. My birthday. 34 years young and still not married. Oh well."

He perched on Cody's lap, his usual place, trying not to wince at the twinge in his arse, before taking his NXT title from Becky and clasping it around his waist. Well why not? He cuddled up to his best friend in the whole world.

"So what did you get?" asked Summer.

"More Lego sets than I can shake a stick at, I can get used to this, fans are so generous," Finn sighed, "ENough to keep me busy till Christmas. Hideo bought me a new pulling shirt. It's hot. SLim fit. Black with red stitching."

"You better be wearing it tonight bitch," Cody said.

"Nope, I'm wearing my trunks, pads, title, shoes and my leather jacket, nothing else," Finn announced.

"Backs to the wall boys, she's on the prowl!" teased Cody.

"Damn right, I'm ending this birthday bouncing on a dick and you are all gonna just have to deal," Finn sassed, "Wade?! Wade WHO?"

Cody sighed when Finn wasn't looking. No. This wasn't how it was meant to be. Finn wasn't a whore...or was he?

"Don't, I've been subject to Avril Lavigne on the drive from the airport," Becky sighed.

"What, that Hello Kitty crap?" Paige snorted.

"No, Girlfriend, remember that song?" Becky replied, "Hey hey you you, I don't like your girlfriend?"

"OMIGOD that was a fucking BOP!" Cody gushed, "Joshy and I LOVED that song! Awwww...my rookie year too. The memories."

"You big pair of homos," Paige smirked.

"Room for an old lady?" came a hybridised accent as Layla perched on a seat, "Happy birthday."

"Thank you," smiled Finn.

"So Lay, why don't you tell Finny that you're BAILING OUT?" Cody pouted, folding his arms.

"I'm not bailing out," Layla sighed, "Actually, I might as well tell you now...I've told Nattie and some of the others already.."

She placed her arm on the table.

"Is that what I think it is?" Summer gushed, spotting the new ring on the former Women's and Divas Champ's finger.

"Rich asked me to marry him and I said yes," Layla beamed.

Cody SQUEALED and leapt across the table, throwing Finn flat on his backside, to suffocate the English diva with hugs.

Finn did not take kindly to being unceremoniously chucked off though.

He dusted himself down and folded his arms, scowling.

"Fergal..." Becky said pointedly.

Cody was still hugging Layla.

"Yeah OK, OK," she giggled, "I know, this old maid is off the shelf at last!"

"Shut up Lay, you're fabulous," Cody said, "I knew Rich was the one for you. I called it as did Joshy. So why can't you come to Finny's birthday?"

"Actually, er...I can," Layla said, "I'd like to...I wasn't going to...but in light of the decision I've made, I think I should."

"Decision?" Cody's heart sank.

"I'm sorry to hijack your birthday Finn," Layla said, "But I might as well get it off my chest now...I'm retiring. I'm contracted until Tuesday's tapings. And that's it."

Cody was too stunned to speak.

"Oh..." Paige said, "Congratulations, I guess.."

"I've been umming and ahhing over it for a while now," Layla said, "Time is right. I'm 38, I've been here almost a decade now. I've done all I can, I'm not going to get used. It's time for the NXT girls to shine now, not irrelevant old hags like me to hog the spotlight anymore. It's absolutely fine to me...I've done lots...proved haters wrong time and time again."

"First Brit to hold BOTH Divas AND Women's," Cody said fiercely, "Sorry Paige but Lay did do it first...involved in the first women's tables match...carried the division in 2010."

"Hey, I respect you," Paige said, "So I expect you to come get wasted with us tonight. Have one last drink to celebrate good riddance to Little Miss Bitchface."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure I can do that," Layla said with a small smile.

"ABOUT TIME," came Brad Maddox's nasty singsong voice, "Good riddance and long overdue Grandma. Bring back Punk and AJ."

"Yeah, all these legit wrestlers invading the divas division, the dead wood old models need to go bye-bye," chimed in Corey Graves, "You were one of the worst workers to ever darken the division Layla. Close the door on your way out and don't come back."

Cody was incandescent.

He leapt to his feet but Finn hauled him back, aided by Dean who'd been awfully quiet.

"You have no respect," Becky remarked, "For anyone here."

"I only respect women who slaved through the indies, not fame hungry whores who won some stupid Diva search contest when Bush was still president," Corey shrugged, "Dunno why you're having a go at me Becky when I respect you."

"Having a go at you because you're a shit-stirring little prick Keenan," Becky spat.

"He's bitter cos he can't wrestle anymore," Dean shrugged, "So he just bitches about those who can to make himself feel better."

"Layla? CAN wrestle? Bitch, any idiot could do some kicks and a hang man's sitout neckbreaker," Brad sassed, "She has one move. An arm drag reversal into a pin. Eva wrestles rings around her. And Brie Bella AKA the worst wrestler in the main roster division right now."

"Oh my GOD tell me about it, Charlotte and Sasha carried the fuck out of that coat-tail riding bimbo at Battleground," Corey sighed, "Did you HEAR the fans booing Brie? She did not belong in a ring with proper talent like that. AJ was right, talent is NOT sexually transmitted."

"Queen AJ served truth teas and the Bella stans are STILL pressed over it," Brad sneered, "And did you see that mess she put on against Charlotte?"

"I know. Poor Charlotte, having to sell shit," Corey replied, "I hope she broke that stupid slut's ankles with the figure 8."

"Poor us having to listen to your voices," Dean groaned, "For someone who seems toi hate us you're always around us."

"You wish you could have our looks," Brad's singsong voice was making the hackles rise on everyone's necks, "Smoking ages the skin Ambrose. Are you really only 29?"

"I thought he was 38 stops, AKA too old to be really relevant," Corey threw a truly malicious sneer at Layla, "Wow. I better give the cigs up. I look years younger than Loony Bin and I'm a year older."

"Yes well, when you get facials from the booking staff and road agents on a daily basis seven days a week, I suppose it helps," Paige snapped.

"Shave your armpits Morticia," Corey gave her a Maryse hand.

"Oh it's Balor's birthday, what a shame Mizzybear isn't here to ruin it," Corey smirked, clocking Finn and his badge, "THough I'm amazed the midwife didn't slap his mother when he was born."

"Yeah I used to think he was hot until we found out he was CRAYCRAY!" Brad jeered.

That did it.

Cody grabbed the front of the smug prick's shirt.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT..." he hissed, "You take your fucking implanted ass away right now before I break every bone in your fucking body."

Brad had a truly evil smile on his face as he whispered something foul that nobody but Cody heard.

Cody let out a fierce scream of rage and threw Brad bodily into the wall. Not giving the bully a chance to get up, he booted him hard in the stomach, winding him, sending him into a gasping, writhing heap on the lino.

Dean rushed over to yank Cody off.

"Bradley..." Corey went to help him up, "Leave it...they're not worth it hunty."

He ushered the suffocating Brad away, deciding it was best they retreat, get their shields back up before forming another attack later.

"I swear..." Cody was breathing through his nose, "I will murder that cunt Maddox..."

Maybe Finn was feeling guilty about lying to his bestie about who he'd been screwing last night and this morning, or maybe he was starting to accept the split from Wade, but he took the sane ground and hugged Cody, peppering his raven head with kisses.

"Awwwww..." Becky remarked, "Damnit Sasha has made me really want to see them as a couple..."

"Finny..." Cody mumbled, "Stop...you're encouraging them.."

"Can we talk alone?" Finn asked.

"Er...OK.." Cody looked visibly uncomfortable as he followed Finn out of Catering.

"Someone go spy," Paige said, "Cody's back with Josh now. Finn needs to back off."

"I'll do it," Layla said.

"Don't let Fergal see you or you'll get hurt," warned Becky.

Dean was shaking his head. Balor was so messy. Not to mention cray. He made Dean's gimmick look sane.

To: Sethie *heart emoji*

COme rescue me Colby PLEASE.

Buzz.

From: Sethie *heart emoji*

Lemme guess, Balor's showed up? Lol *wink emojis* xxx

Dean smiled to himself. He liked to think he was streetwise and tough, but Devitt/Balor scared him rigid. After all, he and Finn YEARS ago had messed about. Finn had blown his top at Dean when the Ohio native told Finn they cou;dn't have full sex because he, Dean wasn't into topping, and just wanted to get down and dirty with Prince Devitt...eventually Finn a couple of years later had reached out to him to apologise and they'd mostly smoothed it over. But with the Wade-choking episode fresh in everyone's mind, Dean's fear had come back full-blown.

---

"Finny, this better not be what I think it is," Cody sighed as he followed the cutie into a bathroom.

"You think I'm gonna throw you down and sit on your dick?" snapped FInn, "Get over yourself."

"OK, OK...just..."

"I know...can't blame you for thinking it I guess," Finn softened his voice, before hugging Cody and nuzzling him, "Cody...you know I love you...I can't lie to you.."

"What's happened?" asked Cody.

"I may have told a wee white lie this morning," Finn mumbled.

"You and Hideo?!" spluttered Cody.

"No...no," Finn muttered, "But yeah. You're pretty warm..it wasn't a Grindr anonymous bang. It was someone off the NXT roster...but not Hideo."

"Why lie to me about it...I may not like slutty behaviour...even though I used to be one...but it's your life Finny...if you don't want to repair stuff with Wade it's your choice.."

"I'm done with him!" Finn hissed, though his green eyes said otherwise, "Please don't preach. You're gonna hate me sweets.."

"For the love of God Finny just tell me!"

"OK...well...*nervous laugh*...I'm sure you'll recognise this dick..." He scrolled his phone to find the dick pics Tye had sent him on WhatsApp.

Cody's jaw hit the floor. He recognised Tye all right. After all, back in 2006 he'd rode that hard.

WHAT THE?

But...Tye didn't DO hookups! All this 'take a piece of you' stuff that Cody had LIVED by for the last 8 years...

"You didn't...oh my..." Cody was pacing the room.

"You hate me don't you...he started flirting with me at training.." pleaded Finn, "He's so good in bed Cody..."

"I can't believe you...or him...why? Why Shawn?!" Cody cried, "Finny, you better break this off right now."

"Why? He was such a gentleman," Finn said, "And he just knows how to treat a boy between the sheets.."

"Because Shawn probably wants a relationship! He doesn't do random fucks. You're using HIM!" spluttered Cody.

"Well we've kinda started seeing each other, he says I'm the hottest guy in the company bar none," Finn said, "He even came over with a card and a present last night.."

"Because Shawn respects guys and girls. He treats them like kings and queens. You took a piece of him last night. And he took one of you. And yet, you're gonna kick his ass to the kerb..."

"I was lonely!" Finn cried.

"Shawn isn't your type anyway Finny. He's a jock. Thought you didn't do American boys? OK he's Canadian but still. He's as dude bro as they come, Finny."

"Maybe I need to open my mind a wee bit more. He made me cum so hard. I squealed, Cody. He said I was the best he'd had in a long time. I've invited him out tonight."

Cody rolled his eyes. Oh GOD. Sami was gonna go berserk when he found this out. Did Becky know?

Maybe he should accept Finn was moving on from Wade? Let Wade and Alicia do their thing. Being the caped crusader never ended well for Cody.

"You know what else he said?" Finn said, flashing a cute smile, "He says I remind him of you in so many ways..."

Ew creepy..

Cody wasn't happy for his bestie at all. He couldn't be. This whole thing reeked of point-scoring. Finn was trying to 'show Wade what he was missing'. Classic scorned woman behaviour. And he was inviting Tye Dillinger over hoping Wade will see and make him jealous.

Cody was quite right of course. FInn's motives partly had been a 'fuck you' to Wade. But he didn't know Cody had sussed him out just yet.

Finn's phone buzzed.

From: Tye D

Hey sexy ass :P how was the flight ? x

Finn grinned as he replied.

To: Tye D

Oh it was OK. Looking forward to tonight? Be good to see your old pal Coddles? xxxxx

From: Tye D

Take it U told him...man...bet he went nuclear huh?

To: Tye D

Don't think hes happy but tbh he's just gonna have to get over it lol *wink emojis* BTW did you like the cheeky photos I sent on the plane *wink emojis* xx

From: Tye D

Damn right I did. Your ASS man...so fuckin hot...had such a good time last night and this morning lol x

To: Tye D

Me too well you heard how I enjoyed it heheehehe You murdered my arse-gina LMAO xxx

That did it.

Cody was reading over his shoulder getting more and more digusted. He snatched Finn's phone.

"HEY!" snarled the Irishman.

Cody smartly pushed him back as he dialled Tye. His old friend had some explaining to do. Cody was probably gonna regret this but his superhero side had kicked in and nothing would stop him now.

"Hey man...what ya got on," came Tye's voice.

"A Lacoste polo, workout shorts and a Triforce Snapback with my Off Duty glasses," Cody said, "Hi Shawn. it's your old buddy. Remember me?"

"Oh...hey man, why you got Fergal's phone?"

"Because I do not approve."

Tye made a frustrated sound.

"For fucks sake man...get over it!"

"Shawn, you got so pissed at ME for using you back in 06. You really think Finny wants more than just a quick few fucks?"

"You bitch.." snarled Finn.

Cody held his hand up to silence him.

"He said I was just what he wanted," Tye said defiantly, "You need to stop poking your nose into other people's shit, man. Yeah OK I shouldn't have fucked him on the first date..."

"FIRST DATE?!" Cody squeaked, "Shawn! WAKE UP. He is using you to get back at Barrett! Come on, I thought you were smarter than that! Yes, Finny's hot as fuck. Ass for days, abs you could grate Monterey Jack on, gorgeous face...but he's hurt, Shawn! You shouldn't have even hit him up! He's not looking for a date...he's just showing Barrett what he's missing."

"I am a grown man," sulked Finn, "And I am still in the room."

"Well tell your best buddy that I don't wanna see his self-serving ass again," Tye snapped after an awkward pause, "He hit me up first anyway. Should have known I was being a pity fuck. You're right, guess I was distracted by his looks and title..I had heard the rumours about him in the indies.."

"Sorry Shawn, but I'm not having my best friend and old friend getting caught up in a mess caused by Brit pricks who are too PIG HEADED to see what was good for them," Cody said, "This is for the good of both of you."

"Always can rely on you to give me a kick up the ass," Tye said, "So...take it I'm now unwelcome to come tonight."

"Up to you...it's not my birthday," Cody sighed, "Be nice to see you."

"Well I've booked the flight," Tye said, "See ya tonight then man..."

"Laters."

Cody hung up.

SLAP.

Cody had expected a bitch slap. But OW. His face burned.

"Thanks a bunch you meddling BITCH!" screamed FInn, "Way to ruin my birthday! Some friend you are!"

"For your own good Fergal," Cody replied, standing his ground.

"How dare you put words into my fucking mouth! How dare you control me like some megalomaniac...you're not me bloody mother! I'm 34 years old. I am old enough to make my own decisions!"

"Why did you hit him up?" Cody went on.

"Because he's hot with a big cock, stupid. Why else would I hit up someone?"

"No. You wouldn't have looked twice at him before I told you at a kiki that Shawn and I fucked back in OVW...since then you've talked to him more than before."

Finn shuffled guiltily, totally disarmed. Part of this had been because Tye was an old ex of Cody's...

"I wanted to see..."

"You wanted him to compare you to me."

"No, I..."

"Finny. You even SAID he told you that you reminded him of me. That's creepy. You even go near Ted DiBiase Junior and we are DONE. And I know you love Wade still. Stop doing this 'show him what hes missing' crap. Never ends well."

"Tye was fantastic in bed. Better than Stuart ever was."

"You're lying."

"I'm not. Tye could go for AGES."

"Finny. Did he wrap it."

"Yeah...but I made him pull out and cum over me hole."

"Oh jesus...you need to stop being so reckless.."

"You make it sound like I've been opening my legs for a different lad every night since Stuart dumped me!"

"Well not being funny, you've had two grindr hits, one of whom was a fucking SMARK who you had to pay a GRAND to silence! And now Shawn...Wade hasn't been near anyone else..."

Cody's eyes betrayed the lie he told.

"Liar," Finn hissed, "Tell me RIGHT NOW who's got their bitch claws into him?"

"Nobody has!" Cody insisted, "Finny, chill sweetie. Anyway, you've had three different dicks in you in a short space of time."

"Because he dumped me! I'm single. It's what single men DO."

"You still love him."

"If I do or not, it's useless. He hates me. Doesn't mean it won't destroy me to see him with anyone else."

"Can't have your cake and eat it sweetie."

"Speaking of cake..Tye eats arse amazing by the way."

"FINNY. I don;'t want to know...OK hehehehe...yeah his tongue game is A1...damn he was a great fuck."

"Isn't he though?" gushed Finn, "Omigod...did he hold your legs wide open and let those hips absolutely DESTROY your hole?!"

"Fuck yes he did...he fucked me like he HATED me and DAMN I craved more," Cody sighed reminiscently, "I rode him too. I was a really demanding ratchet-ass bottom back then...still am hehehehe."

"I rode him this morning..." Finn sighed, "He said he loves it when lads take charge in bed...can tell he's a womaniser because he can fuck cowboy better than anyone...those fucking hips...I started squealing...GOD...my g-spot was ruined after he was done with me..fuck."

"I sprayed his face when I rode him.." Cody grinned, "He's such a STUD...to be honest, I probably still would. If Joshy didn't exist in this world. Actually this is kinda hot."

Finn got the biggest grin on his face and he whispered conspiratorially into Cody's ear, "I actually told him to fuck me like he fucked you..and he said sure thing...so that's why he was SO good...hehehehehe."

"FINNY! TICKLE TIME!"

Cody began to tickle the little cutie mercilessly, causing sharp un-manly Irish-accented giggles to fill the room.

"Stop...hey stop it! NO!...*cute laughter*...no...Cody...I submit...please!"

He stumbled back and fell out of the door onto the lino.

"Whatcha doing down there Fergal?" Cody teased, in a perfect imitation of Sami.

He leaned down to give Finn his hand, heaving him up.

Layla decided to make her appearance, having heard the conversation snippets from outside.

"Lay.." Cody went red.

"Cody. Been a long time," she said.

"Finny had a lot to tell me. Private stuff."

"Why are you both so red?"

"Because he tickled me," FInn said, linking his arm in Cody's.

"It's none of my business..." Layla began, "Paige made me spy..."

"Did she now?" Finn's eyes glittered. Warning lights went off in Cody's brain.

"Finny..." Cody warned him, "Lay...Shawn's coming out with us."

"Shawn? Oh...Spears...Dillinger.,..sorry I still think of HBK when I hear the name," Layla said, "Your old mate from OVW? OK.."

"Yeah...er...Finny can I tell her?"

"May as well, as long as she doesn't tell Paige," Finn pouted.

"Oh GOD...you didn't..." Layla twigged instantly, "So you've both had him now.."

"Yeah...we...got sidetracked comparing notes..." Cody admitted, "I've told Finny he's not to see SHawn again..."

"Meanie," pouted Finn.

"For your own good!" Cody scolded, "I have to be cruel to be kind."

"He's such an old woman," Finn complained.

"Some of the divas used to call him Aunt Cody," Layla smiled.

"WHO?!" Cody looked cutely pissed off.

"Taryn Terrell...Barbie..." Layla said.

"Oh. The previous company bicycle and the craycray bitch who killed Drew Galloway's career," Cody had that sassy pout going on, "Meh."

---

Sheamus was changing for the show. Or trying to.

"Claude will you wind you neck in!" he spluttered

Cesaro reluctantly climbed off Sheamus' boxer-clad lap.

"I can't help it Stephen. You turn me on."

"Flattering though it is..."

"Stephen. I don't vont Fondongo around anymore...we don't need him...you're amazing.."

Cesaro shed his trunks and used his power to pin Sheamus to the bench, grinding and moaning, the boxer-clad bulge teasing his asshole. He himself didn't know where this libido came from.

"Jesus..." Sheamus sighed, trying to calm the randy Swiss down, "Stop it..."

"It's ze honeymoon period," Cesaro purred, leaning forward for a kissing, "Ve are MEANT to spend all our free time in bed."

"I don't see a bed, just a rickety old bench," smirked Sheamus.

"I'd sleep on broken glass to have sex vith you...mon amour."

"Do you mean that this time?"

"Oui. Ja. Yes."

Cesaro pecked SHeamus tenderly all over his ivory face.

"I love you."

"Good because I love you. You're right, this week's been brilliant with just me and you...like the old times."

"But zere's a spanner in the works," Cesaro smirked, "I do enjoy ze odd threeway.."

"I know you do...you dirty slut," teased the big Irishman.

"I am a slut...I love being one..oh Stephen just please take me.."

SHeamus shed his boxers. Wow it was hot being naked in the locker room. Where anyone could walk in. Work sex was ALWAYS hot and put several inches on his performance. Either that or Cesaro's cologne and pheromones just drove his senses wild.

Cesaro paused to unlace his boots so he was as naked as his amour.

"Haff you lube.."

"In the bag."

Cesaro leaned his long sculpted sinewy body over elegantly to open Sheamus' sports bag and fished out the lubricant.

He coated his long fingers before climbing off the hunky Celt and began to prep himself.

Fuck what a show, thought Sheamus.

Cesaro was a real sex kitten. It was the continental thing, he was sure. The European passion.

The big Swiss bent over, that amazing furry arse out, like a slut.

"I vont you to pound me like I'm some ring rat who's sneaked backstage," he purred.

"What if someone comes in?" gasped SHeamus.

"Part of ze fun Stephen."

"I guess..." the Irishman took the lube and coated himself liberally, before standing behind the glorious sight that was a bent-over Cesaro. What a BODY. Cesaro could have ANY man he liked...as could Fandango...but they both chose HIM. What a self-esteem boost.

Cesaro rested one long furry leg on the bench to allow maxium leverage. He was definitely in the mood to be NAUGHTY.

He groaned with need as Sheamus teased his entrance.

"Just do it.."

"OK."

"OWW! Oh YES..." growled the Swiss as he was penetrated hard, "Don't stop. Be rough vith me..make me submit.."

He really enjoyed being submissive. All the years he had to be alpha top, he now was trying to reverse by being a total bottom slut for SHeamus (and Fandango...that DP still haunted his dreams...and made him wake up with a hardon that would NEVER go down without attention from one of his two lovers) as often as he could.

He wanted them to be that naughty couple who took a picnic into the country...and ended up having sex in the middle of a field under the sun.

Be that couple who fucked under the ring...mmmmmmmm...he'd ALWAYS wanted to try that.

Sucking SHeamus off during a production meeting ar Raw last week...now that was fucking FUN.

Poor SHeamus trying to not make a noise whilst Vince was talking...

And Fandango hissing orders out the side of his mouth.

He was crying out immodestly as Sheamus truly pounded him silly, giving him exactly what he asked for.

FUck YES.

Don't stop.

Don't EVER stop.

"Not gonna...keep moving mon amour.."

"Fuck you're such a bad boy.."

"Spank me Stephen. Punish me."

SMACK.

SMACK.

What an arse.

Sheamus was close.

Oh fuck...suddenly...he could feel it boiling up...inside of him...he couldn't stop it...He bit his lip and growled loudly as he exploded deep inside Cesaro who clenched his hole and whimpered, taking every shot...the sensations too much for his stimulated prostate and he moaned shrilly...climaxing hands-free without warning...all over the bench beneath him...and TItus O'Neil's hoodie...whoops...

Gasping, both muscle studs leaned against the wall.

Sheamus pulled out and stumbled clumsily back onto the bench.

Cesaro collapsed beside him. God that was good.

He leaned around and began to steal some kisses.

"You're something else.." sighed Sheamus, "Have you been dropping Viagra or something?"

"No I just find you hot und sexy," smiled the Swiss, "And I crave sex vith you."

"Oh fucking hell...Titus will murder you.." snorted Sheamus as he spotted the soiled hoodie.

Cesaro just shrugged and smirked naughtily.

"Your fault," he grinned, "For being so good."

"Could you have atleast aimed for the floor.."

"Nope."

Cesaro slipped his trunks back on reluctantly.

Sheamus also began to dress.

He just admired the Swiss's proportions in those cut trunks...his legs...arse...he was just perfection.

And Cesaro wasn't wearing anything under the trunks either...yum.

"I know Balor does zis too..." he said, "But I like the feeling...feels so naughty..oh Stephen, don't put those hideous things on."

He gestured to the black underwear many wore under their trunks to avoid wardrobe malfunctions.

"Oh no, I;'m not a tart like you," Sheamus snorted.

"Go on...I'll enjoy looking.."

"Fine...but if Cena takes the piss.."

"He's buying you drinks for ze next few weeks...all because you finally realise zat bottoming beats topping hands down.."

"It was OK...not something I'll try again soon...anyway you look hotter doing it than me," Sheamus slapped Cesaro's hot muscular arse playfully.

"I just vish you ver the first instead of Swagger to tap it," Cesaro sighed, "I should haff waited but I was SO curious.."

"Fandango wants to basically fuck both me and you at the same time," Sheamus sighed, "And do the chain thing where he's in me and I'm in you.."

"He can VAIT. My ass, I say who fucks it, and at ze moment, only hot Irish brutes with beautiful eyes and stunning vermilion hair are allowed in it."

Oh you BIG SAP, thought Sheamus, though he was grinning from ear to ear.

---

In the hotel after the show, the Plastics were getting ready to paint the town pink in honour of Finn's birthday.

In one room was Paige, Summer, Becky and Sasha. Charlotte had declined.

Summer was curling Paige's hair.

"That looks awesome," Sasha said, "You should wear it like that in the ring."

"I'm a tomboy, I can't believe you've all got me in a frigging dress.." pouted the Diva Of Tomorrow.

She was wearing a black number, very studded and very her, but still, she stubbornly kept to her fishnets and Doc Martens. It was like the Hall of Fame all over again.

A knock on the door.

Becky was done straightening her flaming sunshine-orange locks and wandered to open it. Alicia Fox.

"Heyy!" the third member of Team Bella grinned, "Nikki and Brie are already at the bar, booking champagne..what's this? Miss Paige in a dress?!"

"They made me," complained Paige.

"Hair on FLEEK gurl," Alicia remarked at Paige's wavy curls which did look pretty amazing.

"Is Wade coming?" Summer asked.

"Dan..." hissed Paige.

"I only asked," Summer shrugged.

"What's this?" Becky was on this like a whippet, "Wade?!"

"Yeah..." Alicia said, "Is that a problem?"

"Yes. It is," snarled Becky, "That happens to be the birthday boy's EX."

"Well he's not coming so you're OK," Alicia snapped, stung, "He's off to some boys night out with his usual pack, John, Randy, Sheamus and co."

"He'll have SOME NERVE if he even shows up to the bar," Becky spat, "So what's the deal Fox?"

"Bex.." Sasha held her back as she was getting right in Alicia's space.

"Ladies..." Paige stepped in, "Becky, back up. It's Foxy's life."

"Wait you're on HER side?!" cried Becky.

"Girl what's your beef?!" Alicia demanded, "Wade and I dated for TWO years thank you VERY much. So what if we're talking and he's recently single? I didn't realise Finn Balor claimed exclusive rights to him when WADE dumped his bunny boiler ass."

"Piss off," Becky said, "Go on, fuck off. You're not invited."

"Anyone would think you wanted his D for yourself," Alicia hissed, "You're still a newbie. Take a seat and pipe down."

Becky sat hard on the bed, scowling.

"Foxy, ignore her, she'll simmer down," Paige said, "You're still welcome to come. After all it's also a celebration of Layla's engagement and retirement."

She was desperately trying to keep the peace. Tonight was going to be tough. She decided to open another bottle of rosé.

"More drinks?" she continued, "Let's just have a nice time. No drama."

"FIne," Becky huffed, "Then I accept no responsibility for Fergal's behaviour if he finds out."

---

In Cody's room, the boys were preening themselves.

Dean looked damn good. Open necked grey shirt and skinnies. He was attempting to tease his scruffy, shorter hair into something presentable. Seth had persuaded him to go out and enjoy himself. Even though he really wasn't into gay bars.

Finn was mincing about in a tiny pair of briefs.

Nothing else.

Cody had on his trusty black paisley shirt with the bright red lining, seen many times at meet and greets.

"Finny c'mon, you've got to find SOMETHING to wear," he wheedled.

"Might go out in just knickers, easy meat," sassed the Irishman.

"FINNY. BEHAVE."

"Nope." Finn necked his rosé in one and poured himself another, "My night, my rules bitches."

"Lemme have a look through your bag, I'll style you," Cody said, rummaging. He found some short, tight dark denim shorts. YAAAS. And that leather jacket. Or Finn's trunks. Hmm.

"You owe me after cock blocking me," Finn accused, taking the short-shorts. He shimmied out of his briefs.

"Oh PUT IT AWAY!" complained Dean, turning away at the flash of naked booty.

Cody couldn't help but ogle DAT ASS as Finn pulled the shorts up and over it. Well duh. His night. He was going to go commando - easy access.

Finn shot Cody a sultry smile.

"Wanna spank it?" he whispered, "I don't mind."

"NO." Cody said firmly. But Finn was SERVING booty and fierceness already in just those shorts. He handed him the leather jacket, "Where's the new shirt Hideo bought you?"

"At home. Told you, just the jacket and title."

"If someone steals it..."

"Good point. Oh well, the pecs and abs can get a good airing.

Finn pulled on the jacket.

He finished the look off with ankle socks and his usual blue and white Vans. Oh and some seriously slaying shades.

"WERK," Cody gushed, "You are SERVING gurl, give us a pose."

He took some photos.

StardustWWE SLAY A BIT wwebalor *red dress emojis*

Finn doused himself in cologne, thankfully some Jimmy Choo, not the Paul Smith one also preferred by Josh.

"Man you look good," remarked Dean.

"I think so too," Finn grinned, "You clean up well yourself."

"Boys, no revisiting the past," Cody scolded.

"Please, it was so long ago it's barely remembered," Finn sassed.

"Sorry but he isn't Colby," grinned Dean, "I mean, this pussy won't go back to milk when he's got cream with the WWE World Heavyweight Championship."

Cody began to spray himself with cologne and clasp his silver cross pendant around his neck. Before finishing his look with shades too. YAAS.

He took a selfie and sent it to Josh for approval, pouting like a huge queen.

Knock knock.

Cody padded over to answer. Eden looking fierce in a black dress and her hair in a side ponytail.

"Wow," he gasped, "Slaying a bit."

"Can say the same for you," his wife smiled, "So are you ready. THe girls sent me."

"Yes we are," Cody said, "BOYS..."

Finn scrambled over and hooked his arm in Cody's.

"Sorry Eden my arm candy," he grinned.

"As its your night," Eden conceded. She hoped he wasn't plotting to bed her husband. She didn't fully trust the guy.

"Thaaaaaanks.." Finn led Cody out into the corridor, whistling camply.

"Finny, cool it," hissed Cody.

"I'm gonna have fun whether people like it or not," replied the Irishman.

The small company met up with the other divas in the foyer. Girls outnumbered boys easily but Finn didn't mind. He felt safer and more comfortable not having to act the typical lad, which he would have to do if Cena, Neville et al were about.

"Fergal you look a right tart," giggled Becky, taking his other arm.

"PAIGE, SERVING!" squealed Cody as he clocked Paige's rather lovely appearance.

Dean and Eden shared a look at the gayness unfolding. Dean might be more chilled and an underwear-shopping addict, but the lingo? Still lost on him.

"Where's Lay?" asked Cody.

"Already there with the Bellas," Paige replied, "Nattie was gonna come...but hubby called."

"Understandable," Cody said, "What about Trinity?"

"Uce is still mad at birthday boy for sassing her out over Eva," Paige said.

"Uce needs to get over it," Finn shrugged, "Oh...hi Alicia.."

He painted on a fake-ass smile.

Paige sighed. It was gonna be a long night.

"Hey birthday boy," Alicia sounded much too jovial to be sincere herself. Becky shot her a look that could curdle milk.

---

In the pub opposite the gay bar where the divas plus Cody, Finn, and Dean were headed, was John, Randy, Sheamus, Cesaro, Wade and Neville, all with beers and discussing manly things like football and cars.

Neville was also on a constant text conversation with his beloved Sami.

"Yo Neville, put that away and join the fun," boomed John.

"Yeah, stop being so whipped," Wade smirked.

Adrian put his phone in his pocket and took a gulp from his beer.

"So what's the deal with you and Fox mate?" he asked Wade.

"Nothing," Wade grunted, "I wish you lot would button it about that."

"Just saying man, you've moved on way too fast for a guy who was gonna pop the question tonight," John said.

"Seconded," Sheamus said, "I think it's fake meself."

"Well that's for you to worry about," Wade said, "I don't miss the overbearing little bitch one bit."

"Liar," Sheamus hissed.

Wade flipped him off.

"I bet his asshole has teeth," Randy teased.

"Oh man do you HAVE to?!" Adrian complained.

"I never liked that punk Devitt anyway," Randy shrugged, "I can see past a set of abs unlike SOME."

"Guy is legit, stop being a bitch Randal," John said, "Even if he's mentally unstable and in my opinion not fit to work at WWE."

"WIll you ALL JUST STOP.." snarled Wade, "THat's my ex you're bitching about."

"Five minutes ago he's an overbearing bitch?" Randy did enjoy winding up Wade. THe Brit always reacted beautifully! "He must have had a great ass to fuck because I couldn't have stood him for that long. Cesaro can back me up here."

"Don't involve me," the Swiss said, sipping from his red wine (well he WAS the chic European of the bunch), "Even I've called a truce with him.."

"Can we shut up about Fergal fucking Devitt!" Wade erupted.

"You started talking about him Stuey," Sheamus reminded him.

"Yo Ste, how's life taking it up the harris?!" Wade snarled.

"Who even SAYS that?!" snorted Sheamus to jeers from the others, "And actually, I only did it once so you can shut the hell up."

He put his arm around Cesaro.

"Did anyvun notice ze stains on Titus O'Neil's hoodie?" the Swiss looked unusually mischeivous, almost Cody-like, as he sipped his wine.

"What's this?" grinned John.

"Nothing," Sheamus gulped his Guinness, "Anyway, the gym in town tomorrow looks good, can't wait to give that a whirl.."

"I always like breaking in gyms," Cesaro smirked.

"How about we play I have never?" John boomed.

"No, I hate this game," Wade sighed.

"Me too," Neville said, "So Cesaro, you're into fucking at the gym too huh?"

"And? Problem?" grinned the Swiss, "You all need to loosen up."

"As long as you don't do it in MY gym," John teased.

"Yes, that's MY province," Randy chimed in, "So why is O'Neil's hoodie stained?"

"Because Stephen is so good I couldn't control my aim.."

"TOO MUCH INFORMATION.." groaned Adrian, necking his beer in one, "I'm going to get another."

"CHeers mate," Wade said, "I'll have the same."

"Another Guinness cheers lad," Sheamus added.

"Same again for me and the wife," John grinned.

"Bastards," Neville wandered to the bar.

"You two never get out of bed between shows," John remarked, "So how long before Fandango get's the heave-ho?"

"Soon," Cesaro said, "Threeways aren't long term.."

"I called it," John said, "As soon as you got involved, I called that you and O'Shaugnessy will be back together and twinkle toes is booted out."

"Your relationship thing is weird anyway," Wade added.

"Ve might haff a couple of wild nights before I kick him out mine and Stephen's bed for good," Cesaro grinned, "He's OK but he's not Stephen.."

"We used to have wild nights inviting others into our bed back in the day," John sighed wistfully, "Fun times but I can't deal with the mess any more."

"No, double fucking sluts does get messy," Randy remarked.

"Oh you're fucking DISGUSTING," Wade groaned.

"Try it sometime," Cesaro teased.

"WHAT?!" Now John was speechless. He, Randy and Wade stared right at Cesaro.

The Swiss grinned, loving the scandal. And WHAT? He didn't care anymore. Life was too short to be prudish.

"The other night, Stephen und I vere doing it...and vell...Fandango asks if there's room for another...I haff NEVER felt anything like that in my life.."

"Ow...fuckin'ell I'm crossing my legs," hissed Wade, "HOW.."

"Exactly. Bad enough letting one inside me," Sheamus said, finishing what was left of his Guinness.

"Can we talk about something else, we're like the bloody Sex And The City girls here," Wade said.

"I spy with my viper eye, plastics queuing up outside," Randy said, looking out the window, "Oh look there's Fox, Wade."

"Shut up...is...Fergal there..." Wade mumbled.

"Codes is with some skank in tiny shorts...oh wait that is the insane one known as Balor," Randy went on, "Wow..Codes STILL has that shirt."

"Fancy going?" John asked.

"No. I hate gay culture," Randy snarled.

"Gay bars freak me out," Sheamus said.

"Bores the lotta ya," John said, "YO NEVILLE! Hold the beers, we're moving on."

"I ain't going in that dump! Not with my fucking ex in there!" Wade spat, going white as a sheet.

"They won't be the only ones in there," John said, "Plus Nicole text me, says I should come check it out."

"URGH. I'm DEFINITELY not going now," Randy spat.

"I bet Cena's got some bloody budgie smugglers on under there," Sheamus snorted, "Wants to mince around like a great big fairy."

"Stephen I can teach you to dance," Cesaro said, getting to his feet and hauling SHeamus up easy (he was the strongest man in WWE after all!).

"You lot can go on your poxy own!" Wade said, "Orton mate, stay here if you ain't going."

"I don't want to, but I'm DAMNED if any smalltown gay bar twink whores get their amyl-covered hands on my man," snarled Randy, "On yer own big ears."

"FUck you," spat Wade.

"Not on your life," clapped back Randy.

Wade huffed and followed them out.

---

In the bar, the boys were immediately accosted by Nikki and Brie Bella along with Layla.

"I have ordered the priciest champagne," Nikki said, handing Finn a whole bottle of Cristal.

"It's John's money, I tried to stop her," Brie added.

"Thank you," Finn beamed, kissing her on both cheeks, "Oh, I don't see Brie Mode happening. PAIGE?!"

"I'm taking it easy," Brie said, "Not after John's party.."

"Plus we're training first thing," Nikki added, "Me however.."

She downed the martini she was holding in her free hand in one.

"NIcole.." Brie said sternly.

PAige came over at that point.

"Brie mooodde..." she catcalled.

"Nicole mode more like," deadpanned Brie.

"Oh come on Mexican, do a tequila shot with me," Paige grabbed Brie and hauled her to the bar before she could protest.

Nikki took the champagne bottle from FInn and expertly uncorked it..with a loud BANG..the cork bouncing off the ceiling.

"Oh shit I forgot glasses," she said.

"It's OK, gimme," Finn gulped from it like it was grape soda.

"Finny...calm the thirst..."

"Want some?" Finn offered it to Cody.

"Guess it couldn't hurt." Cody decided to just fuck it and party. Why not? He took a huge gulp of the pricey fizzy wine.

"It's good.." Finn took it and necked some more.

"You're supposed to enjoy it not neck it," Cody scolded, "Nikki, teach him some refinement."

FInn poured it clumsily into Nikki's empty martini glass.

"Thank you birthday boy, suppose I better go fetch Layla," she giggled.

She disappeared with her refilled glass to find the other English diva.

"Do you think Shawn's shown up?" asked Finn.

"I dunno Finny..whether he does or not, just have fun. Don't let him, Alicia or Wade ruin it. Mess isn't here to ruin it. If Ass Implants and Rat Skank show up Imma kick their slutty asses to the ground. And that's a promise."

"I love you.." Finn sighed, "Even if my boyfriend dumps me like trash because he's took fucking scared of commitment AS PER USUAL, my best friends...my lucky star...I can count on.."

Cody huggled his bestie close before leaning over the bar and asking for champagne glasses. Once he'd obtained some, he allowed FInn to fill them just as Layla floated over.

"LAY! Just in time!" beamed Cody, filling one for her too.

"Always my favourite shirt on you," the English girl smiled, "Oh God...I might cry, this is our last night out..."

"Don't think about it Lay," Cody said, "Cheers to the next chapter of your life. Maybe this time next year there'll be a mini Layla or mini Rich...hehehehehe."

"Stop it you.." giggled Layla, clinking glasses with him, "I won't stay out too late tonight but I wasn't going to turn this down. I hope Vogue comes on.."

"Me too...aww but if it doesn't, well we had Cena's birthday to remember," Cody smiled, "FINNY...stop drinking from the bottle."

He snatched it from the Irish cutie and filled his glass.

"Who invited Fox anyway," sassed Finn, "I bet she's got her thirsty eyes all over Stuart now he's single."

COdy gulped.

"Finny," he said, "You need to realise that if you've moved on, so can Wade."

"Not on my fucking watch," spat Finn, downing his glass in one before refilling it once more, "Oh I forgot. Stuart's fucking Miz's prolapsed anus isn't he?"

"No.." Cody said, "That was just Mess winding you up. Where's Dean?"

He checked his phone and scanned the bar. He could see Becky, Sasha and Eden catching up with Paige and Brie at the bar. Alicia Fox was talking to Nikki a few patrons down. But no sign of Dean.

Cody dialled.

It rung out.

What the fuck?

Buzz.

Oh a text from the Lunatic Fringe.

From: Dean

Hey Codes, really sorry but had to take a rain check. You looked busy anyway. Have a good night x

Cody huffed. Dean was such a jealous bitch. He expected better.

To: Dean

K. x

Bitchy? Maybe. But Dean had better have a good reason for abandoning him tonight!

"Dean's bailed, the bitch," he pouted.

"Probably jealous because I've taken all your attention," Finn shrugged, "Not that I mind.."

Layla really didn't get this guy's weird attachment to Cody. Oh well, only a few more days and then she'd never have to worry about him again. She just hoped COdy wouldn't do anything stupid. And not let Finn buy his drinks.

"I'm gonna go..." she said, gesturing to where the other girls were.

"We;ll be down in a tick," Cody replied as Taylor Swift's song Style came on. Aww. Time for a dance, he thought.

Finn began to move sexily to the slow song.

Cody decided to dance with him. He stood behind the shorter NXT Champion and they began to move. This did feel nice. But not like dancing with Josh.

I should just tell you to leave cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch us go round and round each time

Finn leaned into his best friend whom he still nursed a small passion that was more than brotherly for. At least this was one person who valued him.

Sasha Banks was watching this display like a hawk. Her eyes were extra sharp when it came to those two showing any sign of affection.

"What's she staring at?" Summer giggled.

"I bet I know," Eden looked pissed and she turned to gaze in the same direction the NXT Women's Champion was. SUrprise, surprise. Finn all over her husband. Again. But actually, it was kind of adorable. As long as that was just close friends dancing.

Becky began to usher Sasha over. Well, why not get a closer look?

Cause You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style

Becky and Sasha began to dance with them, the smaller Sasha leaning against the Irish girl. Actually, Finn observed in between bliss at Cody's warm, solid body, they looked good together...

Too good.

He turned to Cody and shot him an adorable warm smile.

Cody returned it.

"I'm gonna confess that I bought 1989," Finn whispered.

"You're so cute," giggled Cody.

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt.

And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt,

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style.

The champagne was already loosening Finn's tongue.

"I hate to admit it, but Big Fat Miz and his bitchy mates are right," he said, "Blank Space could be about me.."

"Ssssh," Cody said, "Don't think about them.."

The besties began to sing along as the bridge started.

Take me home

Just take me home

Just take me home

You got that James Dean day dream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time.

Cause we never go out of style

We never go out of style.

The song closed.

Sasha clutched her chest.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Why can't you just be a couple?" she gushed.

"Because my wife is back there and my boyfriend is in Nashville," Cody said, "Sasha..."

"You do look legit cute together," Becky said, "And I know Fergal loves you.."

"I love him too. As a BROTHER," Cody said, "Anyhoo, you ladies looked pretty close there...is team BAE literal? Are you Sasha's bae, Becky? Hehehehe."

"Team Bae is SO 2014," Sasha said, "We only came to be slash fangirls."

"Speak for yourself!" Becky snorted, "Alicia Fox is getting on my tits."

"Is she now?" Finn's eyes flashed, "What's she doing?"

"Just harping on about shit and generally being annoying," Becky said, choosing her words carefully.

"ANYHOO, shall we come join?" Cody said.

But the next song that came on was Demi Lovato's Cool For The Summer. YAAAS.

One of the Plastics' FAVES.

Well Finn and Cody's anyway.

And Finn was already grinding against Cody as the song began. This was sort of his and COdy's friendship summed up in a tune. Apart from the blatant lesbian overtones in the lyrics..

Sasha and Becky...mirroring them again. Now Cody's interest was piqued.

Take me down into your paradise

Don't be scared 'cause I'm your body type

Just something that we wanna try

'Cause you and I

We're cool for the summer

ANd YAAASS.

Over by the bar on the other side, Summer and PAige were dancing very intimately.

Well obviously. Both girls losing themselves in each other, oblivious to their surroundings. Not normally Paige's kind of music if she was honest. But Demi Lovato looked pretty hot..and the song was about hooking up with a girl. Summer LOVED Paige's hair like this. Curls suited her. Very Sharon Den Adel from Within Temptation.

Brie and Nikki were dancing together, obviously in quite a different way to Paige and Summer!

Eden and Layla as the remaining girls decided to have a boogie together too.

Alicia, however, didn't seem to want to join in the fun. Instead, she scowled and stomped away, her phone in her hand. What was she up to?

"Got my mind on your body and your body on my mind

Got a taste for the cherry, I just need to take a bite.." Finn was flirtatiously singing along to Cody. The minx. He could play a little, right? He ran his tongue over his top lip and flashed the cutest, naughtiest smile.

Cody couldn't help but get a semi. Stop it Finn. Please.

"Bite it, go on," purred Finn.

"Finny. No."

Being dumped by Wade just like that had hit Finn VERY hard.

He wanted to feel desired.

He wanted Wade to be jealous.

And Cody was just so hot. Kissable mouth...such a sweet boy...the sass...the ring ability...and that heat he packed..

He turned to Cody.

"Kiss me," he whimpered, "Please."

"No Finny. Stop it...please. Let's not go through this mess again."

"What you so scared of?"

"I'm not yours to have. How many times do I have to say it? Joshy...I love Joshy. Brandi is just over there. Please Finny, snap out of it."

Sasha was watching this like a hawk. Seriously could they just hurry up and GET TOGETHER?

Even Becky was convinced...

Until Sasha grabbed her.

And quite suddenly, the Boss pulled the flame-haired Lass Kicker closer and the two girls began to make out, the song seemingly bringing out desires within them...

Cody's jaw hit the floor.

"Oh MY!" he squealed.

"BEX!" Finn cried.

The boys were now totally transfixed.

Sasha pulled away from Becky, the two women eyefucking each other like no tomorrow. Becky's ethereal Gaelic features just looked delicious in the lights...

Becky covered her mouth.

Sasha shot her a mischeivous smile.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," the NXT Women's champion said, tossing back her dark magenta hair and sashaying like the Boss she was to the bar just as the song finished.

"Rebecca Quinn slash Knox, we need to talk," Finn grabbed his long time friend and hauled her out of the bar towards the beer garden.

Cody was still trying to process what he just saw.

Paige came bounding over.

"Oh my GOD!" she was squealing, "Did you see that?!"

"Still can't even..." Cody was saying, "YAAAAAAAAASS!"

"I always thought there was something more there," Paige replied, "Well...er.."

"We are getting a cosmo and then going to investigate!" Cody squealed, yanking the hapless English girl out of the bar in the same direction the two Irish beauties had gone.

---

In the beer garden, which was fairly packed but not overly busy, Wade Barrett was hovering by the door.

He really didn't want to have to face Finn. But he had to escape Cena's pisstaking, Orton just being a dick, and Sheamus and Cesaro were just making him sick with their disgusting displays of affection, frankly.

So he'd sneaked into the throng and escaped out here. For now he was alone. Thank fuck.

He gulped some more of his beer.

The bright orange hair of Becky Lynch was not hard to spot, and Wade went pale...fuck! Especially as she was being hauled out of the door by an excited-looking Finn.

Quick as a flash, Wade crouched behind a tall muscular patron. Phew.

They hadn't spotted him. That was close.

A six foot plus bare knuckle fighter from Preston, was hiding behind gays in a gay bar to escape his ex. You couldn't make this shit up, Wade thought bitterly.

Just as the tall Brit got to his feet once more, he reeled back as he was faced with Cody and Paige. Both with drinks in their hands but glowering.

Cody folded his arms. What the actual FUCK...was Wade doing here? Was he here to reclaim Finn? In which case, Cody was ALL for that.

He hoped that was why...he HOPED.

Because if he was here for ALicia...

Finn would go berserk. There may be a bloody scene.

"Wotcha," grunted Wade.

"What the hell are you doing here?" snapped Paige.

"Having a beer, what do you think?" snarked Wade.

"Why are you here?" demanded Cody, "If Finny finds out you're here...it's his damn birthday Wade. How could you?"

"I can go where the bloody hell I like, so keep your nose out my business," hissed the Brit.

"You miss him Wade, and I know he misses you. He's not himself without you. Why can't you just man up and say sorry and be there for him?!"

"Because the little bitch made my life a misery."

"Did he?! All he did was love you."

"And the rest, starting up shit with Cesaro, picking fights with Miz so I've now got the stupid fat dick on my back every other sodding day, picking fights with people like Trinity for no reason. I don't need this shit. And, also, why should I 'make it up' with a madman who tried to choke me to death at work?!"

"Where's the ring?" asked Cody.

"For fucks sake...I don't fucking know or care!" snarled Wade, "I don't love Fergal anymore. He's history."

"Stop lying to yourself Wade."

"You need to fuck off out my business. Now if you'll excuse me."

The statuesque figure of Alicia Fox had appeared in the doorway, her heart sinking as she clocked COdy and Paige. Did those two EVER stop meddling in people's affairs?!

"Finny is over there with Becky," Cody persisted, "I want you to go to him right now and give him the best birthday ever by saying you're fucking sorry."

"Sorry?!" snorted Wade, "I couldn't be more relieved."

He shot his jaw-dropping smirk at Alicia who beamed back at him.

"C'mon love," he said chivalrously to the former Divas Champ, "Let's go get a drink."

"Be with you in a minute," Alicia smiled as he went in.

This was the reason she left with her phone. Wade had text her telling her he was here.

"Foxy..." Paige pleaded, "Why?!"

"He's single, so am I...we go back a while Paige," Alicia said obstinately, "You know I still have feelings for him."

"He still has feelings for the guy over there!" Paige said, "Don't make an arse of yourself...he's using you to show Finn what he's missing."

"This is SUCH A MESS," Cody sighed, running his hands over his head, "Alicia. Don't go there. You're better than that."

"Whatever," Alicia was so done with them, "You two sad acts need to just QUIT. This isn't your stupid slash fiction Paige, this is real life. People are BISEXUAL. And I'd be a damn sight better for Wade than that psycho Finn."

"What did you just call him?!" snarled Cody.

"Psycho. CrayCray." Alicia snapped, "Stay pressed but that's no tea no shade. Most people backstage think that about him. Not everyone's getting wet over his abs. Some actually can see beneath that."

"You bitch.." spat Cody, "All because you want some Ex D. That's my best friend you just shaded."

"Cody..." Paige stuck out her arm, "That was a bitch move, Foxy."

"So was putting Trinity on blast for no reason but hey, none of my business," Alicia sassed, tossing back her long red hair.

"Did Trinity actually tell you why? It was about Eva. Actually he agreed with you on All Red Plastic. She just eavesdropped when she shouldn't. I don't hate her for it, her opinion."

"I really don't care," Alicia was SO done, "Butt the hell out of my personal life."

"Then you better hope Finny doesn't see you. Or your weave will be ripped from your head," Cody hissed, "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"He lays a finger on me and I'm calling the cops," Alicia snarled back, "Boy BYE."

She turned on her heel and stormed back into the bar.

Cody kicked the wall.

"BITCH!" he screamed, "I always thought she was nice...guess she's only got one thing on her mind."

"But to be fair, Finn has been fucking other guys," shrugged Paige, "Let her shag him. Why should you care? She's kinda right...we poke our noses in where we shouldn't too often...it's coming between you and Eden.."

"I know but...my bestie's gonna be cut up when he finds out.." Cody sighed, "I want him to get back with Wade not only because he loves him even though he acts the big bad bitch...but to stop him from wanting to sleep with me no matter how many times I say no.."

"So you're doing all this caped crusader stuff to protect yourself?" Paige said incredulously.

"No! OK a little...but look how cute and happy Finny was when he and Wade were good..."

"Was it Wade. Or was he all happy because he fancied you?"

"Stop it...you remember when he was showing us the pictures from when Wade went to meet his family? I can't see him taking SHawn to meet his mom."

"Shawn?"

"Shawn Spears. Tye Dillinger."

"Oh GOD..." Paige facepalmed, "He's doing a Dean. Or you with Dolph.."

"Yes I know," COdy said, "Shawn's supposed to be coming here tonight..."

"Maybe Finn does like him?" Paige suggested.

"He's using him to show off to Wade...and because Shawn and me are exes."

"Oh...I should have guessed. Isn't that just a bit creepy? He's even going after your cast offs. He wants to be you."

"Oh give him a break Paige! I may not like him riding SHawn's dick but hey, it's gay world, many of us have common fucks, sadly. Why I left the gay scene in the first place. Maybe Finny does like Shawn. Can't blame him...Shawn's a gentleman. And amazing in bed. Like seriously good. Not as good as Joshy though. Hehehehehe."

Tye Dillinger's flight had been delayed and he'd only just got to this damn bar. Beer in hand, he headed for the beer garden to get some air and he'd just happened to walk out as Cody was saying that.

Typical. You could not make this shit up. Cody still had that paisley shirt? Wow. He had that back in OVW. Tye had to admit his old buddy looked extremely good. But it was a long time ago.

Paige looked hot too. In that rock chick dress.

Suppose he should say hi.

"Talking about me man?" he drawled.

"SHAWN! How long have you been stood there?" Cody went to broshake and hug his old friend.

"Long enough to hear you say I'm good in bed," chuckled Tye, "Assuming it's still OK for me to come?"

"You flew out here Shawn, you're more than allowed, not my party," Cody said, "Listen...er...I'm sorry...you know, for interfering. Not my place to tell people who they can and can't fuck."

"You've changed your tune man," Tye replied, "What was it? Oh man I bet he told you the details didn't he..."

"Finny and I have no secrets," Cody said.

"I can't believe you still have that shirt," snorted Tye, "Call yourself queen bee?"

"I love my paisley!" pouted Cody, "This cost a bomb! First thing I bought with my first WWE paycheck! It holds lots of good memories."

"I bet," chimed in Paige, "How many men have you shagged in that?"

"A few," Cody sassed, "What of it?"

"Oooh getting feisty are we?" Paige giggled, "Suppose we better go see if birthday boy's finished grilling his student about her coming out the closet?"

"Wait what?!" Tye's ears burned.

"Becky and Sasha made out. It was AWESOME," Cody gushed, "I ship the hell outta that!"

"Oh man...why are all the hot ones gay?" Tye smirked at Paige.

"Because we are too good for the likes of you," Paige smirked back as they headed over to the table where FInn and Becky looked to be in the middle of a very giggly conversation.

"Oh HEY!" Cody camped, setting his cocktail on the table, perching next to his bestie, "So. Becky. How long have you lusted after the Boss?"

"A while...look let's not..." blushed Becky, "Oh. Hey Dillinger."

Finn sprung to his feet.

"You came..." he breathed to his latest conquest, "Didn't think you would.."

"Yeah well, figured it was worth it," Tye replied, "Happy Birthday."

He pecked Finn on the mouth, now he seemed to have Cody's blessing..

Finn pecked him back.

If he couldn't have Cody...Cody's charming ex would do nicely. Tye was hot...and a gentleman. If Finn was going to go on the rebound, he couldn't imagine anyone better..

"Come," Finn said, and he perched in Tye's lap, leaning into him.

Cody smiled. Awwwwwwww.

They actually looked quite cute together.

Now he could see it with his own eyes.

"Have to say we were expecting you to come harass us sooner," Becky said, "What kept you Britani?"

"Er..." Paige looked to Cody for support.

"Getting these in," Cody lied, "Barman didn't know what a cosmo was. Like GURL? You work in a GAY BAR?!"

"It's not the 90s anymore man," smirked Tye.

"Shawn you drink bro beer so can it. BITCH. *RAAZZZZP*."

"Man you never change," snorted Tye.

"You love me really," Cody teased. Aww. It was actually awesome to be out with his old friend. Just like OVW. Especially as he was in his trusty old shirt!

"How's Mathews getting on?" asked Tye.

"Still hot, still the perfect man," Cody sighed, eyes turning into sparkly hearts, "Did you know Lay's leaving. *le sad faic*."

"No..aw man that sucks. End an era for you," Tye said, "She had a decent career though."

"Which is why I'm SO glad I met Paige hehehehe," giggled Cody, "I can still have a beautiful English girl bestie."

"You arselicker.." giggled Becky, "So Fergal...didn't expect you to move on so fast."

Finn had confessed to her during their little chat just now that he had been sleeping with Tye. Becky now felt a bit of a twat for getting up in Alicia's Kool-AId about Wade. They were welcome to each other now. Finn seemed to like Tye...even if Becky didn't fully believe this was little more than just a revenge fling to stick two fingers up at Wade.

"Well sometimes the hot boys just appear," Finn shot a beautiful smile to Tye as he leaned in some more, making himself quite comfy, "You don't always have to go out looking.."

Tye took Finn;s pretty face in his hands and kissed him.

Finn began to kiss back, making cute squeaks at the back of his throat. It was just so nice to be wanted when he was feeling so alone like this.

"Finny," Cody said, "I think Sami needs to know..."

"No way! He'll scare Shawn away.." Finn pouted.

"He's an Amigo. He has a right to know Finny," Cody said, "Boys, give me a smile. You're legit adorable."

He took a photo on his phone.

And then sent it to Sami.

"CODY!" squealed Finn, "You just sent Generico that. You bastard." He leapt off Tye and began to tickle Cody in revenge for earlier.

"Boys pack it in!" Paige sighed.

"SHE STARTED IT," Cody spluttered between giggles.

"SHE DID!" Finn protested, tickling some more, "Submit and admit it!"

Cody reached up and began to tickle his bestie right back. Finn was pretty ticklish and it was so fucking adorbs.

Finn was creased up with laughter and admitted defeat before wriggling away and clambering back onto Tye's lap.

"Like a pair of bloody kids!" Paige complained.

"Be boring without them, right?" Becky smirked.

"Has he ALWAYS been like that? I thought he trained you," Tye sighed.

"Yep. You wouldn't think I'm six years younger," Becky grinned at FInn, "I'm like his other mother."

"I won," Cody said, fist pumping the air before getting his cigarettes out.

"Where's my drink?" Finn pouted, "It's only my BIRTHDAY!"

"Yeah Cody," teased Becky, "Some bestie you are!"

"Oh shit...sowwy.." Cody sucked his thumb, trying his 'look how cute I am!' trick, "What you having?"

"Cosmo," Finn smiled.

"Finny. No vodka."

"My birthday."

"No. No Balor demons."

"Those hibiscus margaritas sounded nice. Get me one please sweets."

Cody huffed playfully before padding back inside.

Finn made to snatch his half-drunk cosmopolitan.

"Uh-huh," Cody was back like a whippet and downed his cocktail. No way. Not on his watch was Finn getting vodka near his mouth!

"Spoilsport," Finn pouted, before turning to Tye, those green eyes sparkling, "Me and vodka do not mix."

"DO you become your body paint?" asked Tye.

"Yup. Not pretty," Finn said, "Oh Shawn. So glad you could come. And that Cody seems to actually be OK with us.."

"Wasn't gonna let ya go to bed alone on your birthday," Tye grinned, "You seem to like having him in your life too?"

"If Cody was single..." sighed Finn, "But I guess relationships are finite...friendships last a life time...better that way. He's friendzoned me often enough now. Sorry...you must think I'm settling for you...that's not it...look..just don't expect too much of me Shawn though. Let me do this my way..I do like you...it's just..."

"Course," Tye said, "Whatever you want is cool with me. I know Barrett hurt you."

"He did. Deeply," Finn said fiercely, "He broke my heart. I took him to meet my parents and everything...I don't do that with the other boys...well.."

He kissed Tye again.

"I gotta go the bathroom," Tye said, "I'll be back."

"I'll wait here.."

Finn could feel Becky and Paige staring.

As Tye stood up and headed inside, the NXT Champion turned to the girls.

"Fergal.." Becky began, "Back off. You'll get hurt again."

"Will I?" Finn asked, "I dunno...he's so nice..."

"So why is Wade still your phone background?" Becky demanded.

"Because...he might hate me but I haven't stopped loving him."

---

A while later, Finn was whimpering with lust as he and Tye Dillinger made out fiercely against the wall in a secluded corner of the beer garden.

"You're a horny little bastard," growled Tye.

"Because you're a hunk," moaned Finn, "Oh fuck...don't stop.."

He mewled sluttishly as Tye began to kiss down his neck, tasting his cologne, before the taller Canadian started to plant kisses down Finn's pecs and abs. What a body. And the fact he came here with just a leather jacket on top. Tye knew his morals about messing around had gone out of the window, but who WOULDN'T want a piece of the NXT Champion? He was fucking HOT.

Finn wrestled Tye around so the taller man was against the wall. He sunk to his knees and unzipped the bulging jeans. He paused to shoot a naughty wanton smirk up at his prey.

He licked his lips.

"Next time, we can fuck in my title," he purred.

"Oh man that's fucking hot..." moaned Tye as his jeans were pulled to his knees along with his boxers and his hard cock was exposed to the air, getting even harder. Finn was so fucking attentive. He knew how to please a man. Maybe 'Claws Devitt' was a good thing. Finn certainly was a tiger. Those nails..

Finn licked underneath Tye's shaft before his pouty lips closed around the length and he began to suck Tye off in earnest, deep throating (just like COdy could) and massaging Tye's smooth, solid ass cheeks. Tye grunted and groaned in masculine ecstasy, fucking Finn's face out of instinct. The last guy he'd fooled around with was Corey fucking Graves months ago, and that was only because he was desperate. Corey was gross otherwise. And Tye was well aware that Corey and Finn HATED each other.

Finn slowly released Tye's cock from his mouth. He needed it somewhere else.

"Look what I bought from the bar," he purred, producing some poppers from inside his leather jacket, "Sssssh...don't tell Coddles..heheehe."

He took a big hit before handing it to Tye.

"Man..." Tye groaned at the rush.

"A wee slut ain't I?" Finn smirked.

"You are...fuck..." snarled Tye before clamping his mouth to Finn's once more and pushing him against the wall, unbuttoning and and unzipping the tight short denim shorts.

Finn wiggled his cut hips to help get the shorts down around his ankles. No underwear after all.

"Got this in the loos," he whined, reaching inside his jacket once more and produced a sachet of lube. He tore it open with his teeth and handed it to Tye, who squirted some onto two fingers and instantly reached between those amazing muscular, ripped thighs.

"Ohhhh YES SHAWN.." Finn cried as he was fingered AT LAST. He had been SO horny. So turned on.

"I think birthday boy needs another gift," sneered Tye.

"Yeah...I do..please..hurry.." Finn was a mess as Tye began to jerk his cock, "NNnnnnnnnnnn...Shawn...don't..I'll cum.."

"Want me to fuck it out of you again?" Tye growled.

"PLEASE!"

"Got a rubber?"

"No..." Finn admitted, "I'm clean, Shawn. I want to keep you around. I like to feel lads shoot it in me."

"I like fucking dudes bare too," Tye whispered, coating his cock with the remainder of the lube sachet, "I fucked Codeman bare."

WHIMPER.

Fierce kisses.

YAAAS.

Fuck him JUST like you fucked Cody!

Finn kicked off his sneaker on his left foot and pulled his leg out of the shorts so the small denim garment hung from his right ankle only as he opened his legs to allow Tye into him.

Tye held the smaller Irishman up as he lined up against the sweet, tight opening. Slowly...slowly...he pushed inside.

"OHhh Shawn...fuck me like I'm some wee hustler you picked up in this dive.."

"Such a tight fuckin' ass man..." Tye thrust roughly, spearing Finn's prostate.

"OH YES...JUST THERE!"

Tye loved what a screamer Finn was. That accent. Guys on the indies who slagged him off clearly couldn't please him.

"Ohhh! OHH! FUCK! YES! YES!"

"Fuck yeah man, take it.."

"Don't STOP! Soo...GOOD! Don't STOP!"

The two NXT superstars continued to fuck against the brick wall, Finn relishing the scrape of the brick against his bare arse cheeks. YES! He felt SO naughty! FUCK YOU WADE. Finn wasn't even TRYING to be quiet. Tye kept trying to kiss him to silence him but the Irish minx wasn't having ANY of it.

"Ohhh Shawn.." whined FInn, "You're amazing.."

"So are you man...fuck...fuck I think I'm gettin' close man...fuck yeah..."

"Do it...shoot it right in me.."

"You close too?"

Finn nodded desperately. His prostate was burning and that tell-tale pull was starting behind his abs as he snapped his hips to fuck Tye right back. He didn't want this to END.

"Make me cum Shawn...please make me cum.."

"You're so fucking like Codeman it's scary bro.."

"GOOD! FUCK ME! Harder!"

Tye began to nail the NXT Champion as hard as he could, not caring if he caused bruises or grazes on those cheeks or thighs, Finn's legs wrapping tight around him...fuck..it was no use...

"Keep going Shawn...don't stop...please...so close...oh fuck I think I'm..."

Finn screamed and writhed as his release tore through his 190 pound form and all up his bare torso as his leather jacket hung off his lean body. WOW. But he wasn't fully satisfied..not yet.

"Keep going!"

"Fuck yeah man...gonna...fuck man your ass is so tight.."

"Been *SCREAM* told...c'mon boy...c'mon...shoot your load.."

Tye cursed and growled as finally, his climax hit and he drove deep into the champ, filling the hot minx up with his release. Finn clenched his hole tight to make this even more intense, his green eyes flashing with lust as he felt the warmth spray within.

Tye collapsed against him,s till buried in the hot little body.

"Fuck man...you're such a hot fuck."

"You are so GOOD..."

Finn planted more kisses on Tye's cheek and lips as the Canadian pulled out slowly. Once Tye was out of him, Finn cheekily sunk to his knees and licked Tye's cock clean.

"You're filthy, man.."

"You like it?"

"Yeah man..."

Finn began to pull his shorts back on and up before replacing his sneaker after a minute or two fumbling in the dark for it.

"Listen, I have to go to the bathroom to make myself presentable," Finn purred, "If I show up like this Coddles will question me."

"He knows we're fucking man," Tye shrugged.

"I have to show a wee bit of class..on my birthday."

"Your night man, do what ya want."

"Thank you Shawn *fat kiss*, wait here. I'll see you soon sweets."

Finn skipped gaily inside (albeit a tiny bit bow-leggedly) and made a beeline for the mens' room.

However, maybe it was the influence of tequila.

Maybe his head was still rushing thanks to the naughty coupling.

But something within him told him to leave Tye hanging.

He was a bad bitch after all.

Once he was done, he unlocked the stall and padded to the sinks to wipe his torso down.

A tall man came over from the urinals and paused when he realised whom it was.

"Oh...hey," Cesaro said.

"Oh...what you doing here?" asked FInn.

"Cena dragged us in but they abandoned me and Stephen," Cesaro replied, "Happy Birthday."

"THank you...I mean it," Finn replied, "And...I'm sorry again for everything..."

"It's ze past," shrugged Cesaro, "Spill your drink?"

"Not quite...hehehe."

"Oh.." Cesaro said, "I see."

"I'm not spending my birthday alone. I can do what I want."

Finn was splashing cold water on his face now.

"I won't invade yours and Sheamus' date night," he continued, "But good to see you..I guess. Have a good one."

"You too," Cesaro replied, drying his hands, "Catch you soon."

"Laters."

Well that was nice. Not awkward.

Finn dried his own hands and face before padding out and heading straight for the bar, totally forgetting about Tye...or was he?

What to drink?

Another of those lovely hibiscus margaritas. Make that two. No three. One for Cody. One for Becky.

Once they were poured he took them and carefully made his way out into the beer garden slash smoking area. How did he know they were out there? Well, whilst being fucked, his eyes did travel briefly over Tye's shoulder and he spotted Becky's flaming hair at a table in the far corner!

Oooopsss.

He was BAD.

And did he care?

NOPE.

He began to sashay a bit as he headed through the open door, being careful not to stumble with his tray as he was pretty wasted by now. Not that far gone but fairly drunk. And getting outside..whoa. It had hit him a wee bit. He found the table and placed the tray on it.

"Well HEY stranger!" Summer Rae chirped, "We were just wondering where you went!"

"Big queue for the bar," lied Finn, "I has margaritas. Bex?"

"I actually have a drink..." Becky said, holding up a daiquiri which Sasha had bought her. The NXT Women's Champion put her arm around her former tag partner.

"Anyone want a hibiscus margarita?" asked Finn, "Courtesy of birthday boy? Eden...can this be a peace offering? For me stealing your hubby all the time?"

"Oh bless you," Eden took the drink from him.

"I has one for you of course," FInn gave the other one to Cody, "My Lucky Star."

"Awwwwwwwwwww..." giggled Nikki.

"Paige has gone to order all of us shots," Brie added, "Feeling like a ROCKSTAAAAAAAAAAARR!"

She waved her arms in the air before stumbling a little, to much laughter.

"Brianna.." Nikki scolded her. Once more her sister had overtaken her in the drunken mess stakes.

Finn climbed onto Cody's lap. He nuzzled.

"Where did you go?" asked Cody.

"Er...hehehehe..ssssssssshhh."

"Finny. Oh jeez..."

"And what? My birthday."

"So where's Shawn?" demanded Cody.

"Er...early night," lied Finn.

Cody was disappointed. And pissed off. But best not to get onto his high horse.

"You're such a Soapbox Sadie," Brie put in, "Leave the boy alone...he wants to have sex in a bar, he's allowed."

"Whatever will Bryan say," chipped in Summer.

"Nattie did it at John';s birthday," Brie continued, "Her and TJ went into the back room.."

"Nattie? Grandma shoes Nattie had sex in a bar? I thought she was a missionary only girl," Summer said, tossing her hair back, before laughing, as pretty much the entire table side-eyed her, "Well, I have to get the obligatory Total Divas me in to please the stans."

"That's really getting old," Nikki remarked, "Have to admit, I've always been a touch bi-curious..."

She drank from yet another martini, shooting eyes in the direction of one woman in particular.

Luckily nobody else saw that.

"So Brie, any more tea to spill from John's party as I was..called away early," Summer went on.

"Phone sex with Paige," Finn put in helpfully.

"She threw up shortly after John's cake," Nikki added, "Seeing her attempt to vogue was a hot mess. Speaking of which...Layla? Organised another?"

"They don't do requests.." Layla said, "I did ask the DJ. Sorry Coddles."

"This bar doesnt play anything pre-2012 anyway," Cody remarked, "I don't care though...aww Finny's a tired boy."

"No..." Finn said through his head nuzzled in Cody's chest, "Your shirt's so soft..like a pillow."

"Get some shots in you Fergal," Becky said, "Perk ya up a wee bit."

"And it's not vodka," Cody said, "So yes you can Finny. Always thinking of you, see."

"What is she getting?" asked Brie.

"Ouzo," Summer grinned, "I think tonight's gonna get messy as..plus I do like Ouzo...especially before bed...in the summer.."

"Ouzo make you super horny for Paige?" grinned Cody, "Don't worry I won't tell Sami hehehehehe!"

"You better not!" Summer spluttered.

Paige appeared with a tray of Ouzo shots at that point. And yes, she did hear what Cody said. And what?

"Wonder where Foxy went, I got her one," she said, cheeks a little pink. No lies from Summer...

"She probably pissed off home," Layla said, "She had a right face on her earlier."

"She left with her phone when we were dancing and nobody's seen her since," Brie put in.

"Maybe Emma and Trinity are out," Eden put in, "And she met up with them?

"Emma abandoned me too tonight," Paige pouted, "Charming. Some friend she is. Get these down your necks ladies.."

"And GENTS," Cody pouted, lighting up another cigarette.

"Oh no, she was right the first time," Sasha teased, taking her shot.

"Sasha.." giggled Becky.

"No tea no shade!" Sasha grinned.

Paige perched on Summer's lap.

"Exactly, they take dick, they're chicks," she smirked, as Finn and Cody gave her both a joky stank face, "Oh yes, I can out-shade Samuel."

"When Sami's healed he will SLAY you," Cody clapped back, "Then the Three AMigos will rule this joint...Saraya. So you better bow down."

"Getting pretty cheeky aren't we Little Cody?" Paige smirked, "Eden! Slap his arse."

"Maybe later," Eden downed her margarita before taking her shot glass.

"No you won't," Cody pouted.

"Ewww...save it for the bedroom," Finn pouted, taking his shot, "So we gonna neck these or what?"

"Toast to Fergal," Becky said, "Happy birthday."

"Toast to Becky and Sasha, newest WWE couple," grinned Cody.

"Oh you..." Becky blushed, "Happy birthday Fergal."

"Happy birthday."

A quick clink of shot glasses before all present downed their ouzo shots, gasping as the fiery Greek aniseed-flavoured liquor burned their throats.

"Who's gonna have Foxy's?" asked Paige.

"Gimme." Finn snatched the spare shot and necked it.

Cody gave him a reproachful look.

"Ahh," he hacked a bit before catching his breath, "She gets on my tits, Fox."

"Fergal..." Becky warned him, "Hey...I was thinking...we need to get Charlotte out more."

"Totally," Cody put in, "She was at Cena's party."

"Maybe it's not her thing?" Summer added.

"She always came out with us in Orlando," Sasha said, "She's gone awfully quiet lately...since we got called up."

"And I bet I know WHY," snarled Cody, "Mess, Ass Implants and Rat Skank. Cunts."

"You think they're picking on her?" Nikki asked.

"100 per cent," Cody hissed, "Do you know what they call her?! 'Fridge' or 'Boxlotte'! THey post on Diva Dirt and Heartbreakers ALL the time, shading her looks and making crappy meme photos of fridges and stuff, putting her face on."

Disgusted looks from around the table.

"Why can't they get a life?!" Becky huffed.

"Those little shits are one of the reasons I'm retiring," Layla admitted, the drink softening her tongue, "When they came to stick the boot in today, that wasn't the first time, they talk smack at me every day. They make fake accounts pretending to be fans, follow me on Twitter and then spam me with hate. I'm sick of being ripped because I didn't come from the indies, or my age, or whatever. And not being funny, and I don't mean to rag on any of you...this Divas Revolution has no place for me anymore. It's awesome for you all...my time is up. I'd rather retire than be released and then have the internet find humour in that too. Calling me the female JTG or whatever."

"But Lay!" Cody pleaded, "You do that and they've won!"

"Let them," Layla huffed, "Anyway, enough about me..."

She left her seat and headed for the bar for a refill.

Cody thumped the table hard, startling everyone. He was seething through his nose. Brad, Corey and Miz needed to just DIE. Now. He'd suspected they'd driven Layla into retirement. They were beyond a joke with their spiteful misogynistic bullying. Why did they only pick on divas?

"How do you know they go on websites to shade Charlotte?" asked Sasha.

"Dean told me, he saw them at it. And heard them talking about what their next 'funny screen names' are gonna be," Cody said, "So far they've used 'Nattie's Bladder', 'Brie's Acting Coach', 'Nattie's Grandma Shoes', 'Iconic Rosa Botch', 'Pterodactyl Summer', 'Big Bird Summer'..."

"Hmm. I wonder who made those last two up?" snarked Summer. Corey, obviously.

"How old are they?!" snorted Becky.

"They also save screengrabs of any botches and post them," Cody said, "They're regulars on WrestleCrap and Botchamania. Damn why did Dean take a rain check, he could spill so much tea on those cunts...they always use gifs of said botches and write 'ICONIC'. He's very good at spying, Dean."

"Isn't Maddox getting a new gimmick with Adam Rose?" Nikki added.

"Yep. He wears a towel and flexes," Eden said.

"Oh HOW ORIGINAL!" Cody cried, "Groundbreaking gimmick, REAL innovative. Bet they call themselves Beef Mode. I swear at the next event I'm gonna pop his ass implants so he leaks silicone all over the mat."

"Why are we talking about them and making them relevant?" Finn spoke up, "Let's talk about something fun or get another drink?"

He wriggled a bit on Cody's lap to make himself more comfortable. His arse was twinging a bit. But sign of a good night.

Becky just happened to glance in the general direction to her left, just on the off-chance. And it took her a while to realise what it was she was seeing.

Wade and Alicia.

Alone at a table.

Looking in deep conversation with drinks.

And then Alicia leaned forward and they started to kiss.

Ohhh shit.

Whatever lies Finn might be telling about his 'moving on' revenge fling with Dillinger (who the Irish diva noted seemed to have mysteriously vanished without a trace), he would NOT like this one bit.

"What's up?" asked Sasha.

"I've found Fox," Becky replied.

"More fool her if Total Divas is anything to go by," Sasha remarked, "I'm gonna get another drink."

"I'll stay here."

Sasha shamelessly pecked her on the lips before turning to the table at large.

"Anyone else, my turn?" she asked.

"Cosmopolitan," Cody grinned.

"Do you drink ANYTHING else?" scoffed the Boss.

"Just give us a beer," Paige said.

"And me," added Summer.

"Martini," Nikki said, "Brianna will have water. Won't you?"

"If you're having a martini Nicole then I am too. Doesn't Eden want one seeing as she magically seems to like the same drinks as you?"

"Brie..." sighed Nikki.

"Well it'd be rude not to," smirked Eden.

"And how about birthday boy?" Sasha said.

"Another hibiscus margarita, those are just AMAZE," Finn said, "I took a photo of the menu so I can make them at home."

"Cutie," Cody giggled, cuddling his bestie close. He went to check his phone.

From: Lay

Hi darling, I decided to have an early night. We'll go out again before I leave. Hope you have nice night xxx

Cody pouted but understandable. She seemed pretty upset. Maddox, Graves or Miz better not be alone in a room with him for too long, he decided. Especially if heavy or sharp objects were at hand. For their own safety of course.

"Where's Layla?" asked Sasha.

"She's gone home," Cody said, "I think the stuff about Mess and his shit pit coven got to her."

"Why's she letting them win?" Nikki asked.

"Maybe she'd just fifty shades of done with the crap in this company, she's engaged now," Cody said, "Can't blame her. But that bunch of cunts better not spend too long in my presence if they value their limbs."

He cracked his knuckles.

"Cody.." sighed Eden.

"Sorry," Cody mumbled.

Becky couldn't help but keep on spying on Wade and Alicia. Without anyone else knowing what she was up to.

But Cody, eagle-eyed as always, noticed her constantly looking in that particular direction.

"What you looking at?" he asked, "Is it someone we know?"

"Er..." Becky began. How could she tell Cody when Finn was sat on his lap?!

"What you doing Bex? Keeping secrets?" Finn grinned, "You can tell ME, seeing as I trained you."

"Finny, you drop that into conversation every five minutes," teased Cody, ruffling the short brown hair, "You're SO cute, like a proud dad."

"I am," Finn said, "I never got to tell Bex properly just how proud of her I am. Watching her on Raw was amazing. Like a dad watching a daughter all grown up."

"Aww Fergal..." Becky couldn't help but be a bit overcome, "That's such a sweet thing to say. You still can't vogue though."

She leaned over to hug him.

Just as Wade and Alicia left their table and walked over towards theirs, holding hands.

Oh fuck.

Sasha re-appeared with a tray of cocktails at that point.

"Got these half price, the boy serving recognised me," she declared happily.

"Oh HEY," came Alicia's voice, "Room for a small one?"

Sasha gave her a withering look.

"Oh so Foxy's still alive?" snarked Paige, "What a shame you missed the drinks."

"It's OK, WE'LL go get ourselves one and come back," Alicia said, with just a hint of triumph on her face.

Finn's jaw could have hit the floor. His eyes were wide. He was frozen in sheer horror.

Wade was just smirking in that Bad News way, only this time it looked smug instead of jokey or sexy.

Becky was pretending not to notice.

Cody was scowling at Alicia.

Even Nikki looked disapproving.

This was such a bitch move on Alicia's part, and so unlike her.

"What's going on?" asked Summer, who'd been engrossed in Twitter at that point, "Oh. Foxy. Oh wait..Wade?!"

"WHAT?!" bellowed Cody, "You've got a nerve!"

Finn was just rigid. Staring at them both.

Cody tried to get up but FInn was deadweighting himself.

"Free country mate," scoffed Wade, "We can go where we want."

"You asshole Wade," hissed Cody, "Absolute fucking asshole."

"Boo hoo," Wade sneered, with a truly spiteful look to Finn, "That proof enough for ya?"

Cody wrestled himself free of Finn and stomped to get in Wade's face. They were nose to nose.

The other girls all looked apprehensive.

"You..." Cody was struggling to find a way to adequately vocalise his rage.

"Not often stuff shuts your big mouth up," Wade snarled, "C'mon Alicia, are we getting a drink love or what?"

"You're not welcome at our table," Summer folded her arms and did her catty hair toss, right in Alicia's face.

"Why would we want to anyway?" Alicia sassed.

Paige was torn. She really thought Alicia was one of her best friends. Why was she acting like such a bitch over this whole thing?

And what was with Wade's dickhead attitude?

"I'm not done with this ASSHOLE," snarled Cody, "I should break your fucking legs Barrett."

"Bareknuckle fighter, poof with a big gob. I think I'd cream you in a real fight Rhodes," Wade hissed.

"Prove it. Go on."

"Boys...please..." Paige sighed.

"Stay out of it!" Wade snapped, "See Rhodes. You're all gob no trousers. Your little girly mates ain't gonna save ya now."

But a black clad flash steamed right between them and aimed a right hook right at the Brit's face, sending him stumbling backwards into a table full of twinks who screamed like banshees.

Finn didn't say another word. He just sprinted into the bar.

Wade picked himself up, somewhat aided by Alicia. His top lip was split but it didn't look more serious than that.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Alicia said, shooting a final truly catty stank-face at all the divas on the table before ushering her reconciled ex-man inside.

"I think we should drink up and head back to the hotel," Eden sighed, "Cody?"

Cody sank back into his seat. He downed his drink in one gulp. He then poured Finn's over into the shrubbery by the wall. Best be safe.

"He's on water from now on," he said, "Wade's a cunt."

"They're as bad as each other," sighed Paige.

"We're gonna head back now," Nikki said, "I think it's time...sorry to be boring. Brianna...BRIZEE! Wake up!"

"I think the night's over anyway," Summer remarked.

Brie was slumped over the table, her martini untouched.

"Nff...wha?"

"We're going to the hotel."

"Ok...bye everyone."

Brie stumbled as she clumsily got to her feet and waited for her sister, who was saying good byes around the table (taking longer than necessary with Eden!). After finally helping Brie get her coat on, Nikki and her sozzled twin said their goodbyes and headed into the bar to go out and back to the hotel.

"If you want to head home now I'll catch up," Becky was saying to Sasha.

"Awww.." Sasha tried a pout, before shooting a vampish smile, "Well, we could use an early one."

Becky giggled.

"OK..." she couldn't resist, "Looks like we're heading off too..."

"But Becky...we might need you..." Cody pleaded.

Paige thumped him.

"We may not.." he corrected himself, "Have a nice night..."

He still had enough mischeif left to lick between his fingers, simulating cunnilingus.

"CODY!" snapped Eden.

"YOU..." Becky was blushing, "Right well, see you tomorrow ladies..."

She necked her daiquiri gamely for some extra Dutch Courage before taking Sasha's hand and the two NXT divas departed as well, no doubt for a night of passion. And Cody was definitely interested to find out more once this Finn/Wade/Alicia/Tye mess was cleared up. Most definitely! Hehehehe.

Which left the core Plastics.

"Do you need me here?" asked Summer.

"I'd like you here.." Paige gave her a seductive look.

The blonde giggled but remained firm.

"C'mon Eden, I'll walk you home," she said, "Momma Paige and Papa Cody need to sort their problem child out."

Eden giggled. Funny because it was true.

Summer and Paige shared a pretty passionate kiss (Cody and Eden ditto) before the two respective better halves of Paige and Cody left.

"I still can't get over seeing you be so...straight," Paige remarked.

"I'm polyamorous," Cody shrugged, "Hate to label myself like that..but I am. Accepted it. Anyhoo...Finny. We need to find him."

"Is this how our lives are gonna be now? Chasing the bloody NXT Champion like frantic parents?!" Paige scoffed, "He's eleven years older than me! Four older than you."

"Do you want the responsibility of Alicia having her edges snatched bald on your head?!" Cody challenged, "Because I don't. No matter how much of a stank bitch she was just now. I never hit girls. Ever. Not even CrayJ and I was pretty damn close to smacking her. Finny doesn't seem to care if it involves his man. He'll snatch anyone. Look at how he threatened Trinity."

"True.." Paige said, "OK, we better go find him."

"I'll check the mens room. Meet me back here in ten if we can't find him."

"Sure."

Cody padded inside and made a beeline for the men's toilets. It was pretty packed in here. All the stalls were occupied. GREAT. How could he search for his bestie without looking like a weirdo?

"Oh heyyy there hot stud," some random vest-wearing blonde twink purred, getting in his space, "You single and looking?"

"I'm married," Cody replied gruffly.

"Means nothing to me honey," the twink continued, "You're HOT."

Cody flashed his ring finger. With both his wedding ring and promise ring to Josh on.

"Here with friends, and if you don't back off, Imma break your legs," he snarled.

"Your loss," pouted the twink and he sashayed away.

Cody shook his head. Gross.

He kneeled down and looked under a stall.

One guy on the can. Thankfully didn't spot him.

"What the fuck you doing?" came another man's voice.

"Trying to find my friend," Cody said, "He walked off."

"Creep," the unidentified man sniffed as he took a paper towel to dry his hands.

Cody just shrugged.

In the next stall, two men, one sucking the other off.

Whooops.

Cody hastily tried the third and final one.

Another random guy on the john.

Ugh this was useless. Cody scuttled out before anyone else came for him. This was gonna be a long night. And Cody was pretty drunk himself.

He padded outside, admitting defeat. The bar was packed. No way could he find FInn in there.

Luckily Paige was standing there by the door, browsing her phone.

"Any luck?" she asked.

"Uh-uh. This is messy."

"It just got worse because Foxy and Wade are sat over there," she said grimly, "I think it's time to go stick our noses in."

"I don't care at this point," Cody agreed, "C'mon."

He hauled her over to the table.

---

Wade looked furious at their time being interrupted by these two nosey twats yet again. Seriously, did they have ANYTHING better to do?!

"You both fuck off right now or I'm telling Hunter," he snarled.

"What? We're two patrons in a bar," Cody clapped back, "You can't do anything about it."

"Our friendship's finito Paige," snapped Alicia, "You and me. Done."

"I'm sure I can live," Paige replied with a catty sneer on her pretty face, "Didn't know you were a homewrecking bitch."

"Excuse ME?!" Alicia got to her feet and stared her now former Amiga down, "Wade. Was SINGLE. You know jack about what we had. What we STILL have."

"Oh really?" Paige said, "Did he tell you about the engagement ring he carries with him still. The one he bought in Dublin and roped bloody Sheamus in to help him choose. Hint. It wasn't for you sweetheart."

Alicia looked like she'd been slapped in the face.

She turned to Wade who just shrugged.

"She's talking out her arse," he grunted, "About time someone gave you a good slapping Paige, you self-entitled little bitch."

"You better watch your mouth Bennett or you'll have my brothers to deal with, they don't take kindly to six foot wusses talking smack to their sister," Paige threatened.

"Ask any guy back in her home town in England who tried hitting on her," Cody added, "You ain't shit Wade. You want the Hooligans on yo ass?"

"They could fight a damn sight more than you Rhodes," Wade snarled.

"If Wade loved that craycray little fag so much he would have GIVEN him the ring instead of dumping him for me," Alicia found her voice.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?!" came a County Wicklow accent. Finn had appeared at last. He'd gone to the bar to drown his sorrows in a double vodka, no ice.

"A cray cray little fag," Alicia was defiant to the hilt, "You wouldn't hit a girl."

"Try me," snarled FInn, now getting right in her face, before grabbing a lock of her hair.

"Finny...don't.." pleaded Cody.

"Stay out of this. This is between me and this opportunist SLAPPER," snarled Finn, the Balor demon roaring inside of him now, "Did you really think I'd let you take my man and get away with it?"

"Take your hands off me," Alicia spat.

"You better do as she says," Wade snarled, "I am so glad I dumped you. Fucking misogynist."

"Finny please..." Cody was desperate now, "Don't..."

Finn tugged harder on Alicia's hair. She cried out in pain as he pulled her head back much like a prison officer on an unruly inmate.

"Fergal! Stop it!" Paige cried.

"Finny...don't...you're better than this!" Cody cried.

"Damn fucking right I'm better than this SKANK," snarled Finn, "You stay away from Stuart. Or I will rip this cheap weave RIGHT OUT YOUR FUCKING HEAD. He's MINE."

Wade had seen enough. He wrestled Finn off ALicia and hugged the understandably-traumatised Diva to his chest.

"I wouldn't touch you Devitt if you were the last thing breathing," he spat fiercely, "What the hell did I see in you?!"

"Psycho!" Alicia screamed.

People were stopping to look at them.

Finn snapped.

He grabbed a tequila sunrise from a protesting patron on a nearby table and then emptied the drink all over Alicia's head.

Gasps.

FInn laughed. A vodka-fuelled, somewhat deranged one. YAAAS.

"What a shame you didn't melt," was his parting shot before he sashayed inside.

Wade was PISSED OFF.

He made to go after his ex.

The humiliated ALicia grabbed his arm.

"Don't...he's not worth it!" she cried.

"I wanna kill him!" snarled Wade.

"Take me home!" Alicia sniffed, orange juice and sticky red grenadine dripping down her neck, her pretty face smudged with mascara.

"DOn't worry love, we'll get you cleaned up," Wade grunted, shooting a glower at the shell-shocked Paige and Cody before escorting Alicia chivalrously inside.

"Oh my God..." Paige was facepalming.

"He's out of control...Hunter finds out and he's gone," Cody sighed, "Oh Finny..."

"Why you feeling sorry for him?" Paige snapped, "He had no right to manhandle Alicia!"

"She provoked him!" Cody spluttered.

"A decent man would NEVER lay his hands on a woman!" Paige cried, "I don't care what the reason is, you don't do that! He was lucky I didn't tackle him to the ground!"

"Why didn't you?" Cody snapped.

"Because...I dunno, maybe I'm still mad at Alicia shading SUmmer constantly..."

"She does?"

"Yeah. I used to laugh it off. But actually...meh. I really thought she was awesome."

"So did I. Some people change when it comes to getting a man," Cody sighed, "And Finny is being a hypocrite. I can't believe he played Shawn like that. For what? Wade didn't even notice."

"I think that's what's gotten to him," Paige observed, "Wade didn't react and has moved on."

"Wade is being a double dick for using Alicia, however much of a bitch she's being," Cody said, "He still has Finny's ring."

"What ring?!" came a scream.

Finn had re-appeared, having hid until Alicia and Wade had gone. He regretted NOTHING though. The bitch deserved it for getting her claws into HIS man. Tye was just a necessary evil to make Wade jealous. It hadn't worked so Finn had no interest in Cody's old chum now. Cody had friendzoned Finn so often that the Irishman finally accepted that he and Cody would never be more than close best friends.

Oh SHIT.

Cody covered his mouth.

"Nothing..." Paige said airily.

"I heard him," Finn persisted, "WHAT RING, CODY?!"

"What do you care?" Cody shot back, "You're dating Shawn now. Why the fuck did you get physical with Alicia?! A real man NEVER hits a girl!"

"SHe deserved it. And PLEASE. You really think your old mate was something more than a revenge fuck to make Stuart jealous?! I needed some dick on my birthday is all, and well, if he was good enough for you, then he was good enough for me."

"You're messed up," Paige shook her head.

"PAIGE!" Cody spluttered, "Not helping!"

"Where's Bex? I want her here."

"She went home Finny."

"CODY..."

Finn collapsed into Cody's chest, his dam bursting and he broke into hacking sobs. Cody hugged the broken man tight.

"Sssh ssh...it's OK..." Cody whispered.

"You're the only man I can trust...apart from Rami..."

"Maybe Wade wasn't the One."

"He was! He met my family! Look at me! I'm six years shy of fucking 40! I'm crying like a baby because I'm not married yet! I really wanted to marry Stuart! He was the love of my life and that...BITCH Fox stole him from me! IS that why he dumped me! He wanted to get back with her, all nice and normal and STRAIGHT!"

---

Wade was helping Alicia dry off in the hotel room.

"Look," he sighed, "Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"What?"

"Look at the crap we've had from all of those bitches back there. We don't stand a chance," Wade went on.

"If you really liked me you'd screw the haters!" Alicia cried, "Thanks a bunch!"

"Truth be told..."

"You're in love with that psycho faggot aren't you?! You still love him?! Even though he fucking put his hands on me and humiliated me! You've cost me my friendship with Paige!"

"THat was your doing for acting like a bitch to them. THere was no need to be like that."

"They needed to be told to keep their noses out my business," Alicia snapped defiantly, "And you weren't exactly not bragging."

"Did it to shut that irritant Rhodes up," Wade grunted, "Look...Alicia..Vic...I like you. But I don't think we have that spark anymore."

Alicia sighed.

A long silence.

She still loved Wade. But maybe it was better to let him be happy than trying to re-create the past. ALl this had done was lose her friends in the locker room. She was gonna have to work hard to win the girls round again after her stank attitude of late.

"You did buy him a ring," she sighed, "I guess...well...at least we can still be friends."

"There's loads of lads out there who could make you happy," Wade replied, "And I'm a soft sod but...despite all the shit back there, I still love Fergal. He acted out to you because of me. THat was my fault. it should be me you're pissed off at."

---

Cody and Paige had FINALLY managed to get Finn in a more respectable state and persuade him to come back to the hotel.

"Paige, you can go be with your girl," Cody was saying as the elevator dinged, "I can take it from here."

"You sure?"

"Positive. You've already been more awesome than necessary tonight."

"OK..." the raven-haired Diva said, "Still can't believe Foxy. What a bitch."

"I can't believe I tried to hit her..." Finn moaned, "I've never raised my hand to a girl in my life..I usually smash their phones or break one of their possessions if they're putting the moves on my man."

Paige nervously laughed.

"OK, well, night night," she said, hugging Cody.

"Night night," replied Cody, "Sorry again for all the mess."

"I'm sorry.." Finn whimpered, "Once again I spoil your night out...happy birthday to me. Ha."

"It's OK," Paige hugged him, "Just...don't let people get to you. You're better than that. Night night boys."

She walked away towards hers and Summer's room at the end of the corridor.

Finn swiped his key card and ushered Cody into his room.

"Will Eden mind?" he asked tentatively.

"She'll be asleep," Cody said, "My bestie needs me."

"I won't jump on you," Finn sighed as he kicked his sneakers off, "I think I've done more than enough tonight."

"You've also had enough," Cody said sternly, "Water."

Finn was about to hit the mini bar but he reluctantly took one of the glasses and filled it with water. He downed two in quick succession before padding back into the room, shedding his leather jacket so he was just in those short denim shorts and his ankle socks.

He climbed onto the bed forlornly.

These shorts were getting uncomfortable.

He unbuttoned them, figuring Cody can just look away and shed them. Ahhh. He started to get a semi from being naked around Cody but he quickly located his briefs and pulled them on.

Cody kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed next to him.

"What don't I have that others do?" sighed Finn, "Why can I never keep a man?"

"You're too nice," Cody said, "People abuse it."

"Only man I want is Stuart. He made me so happy."

"Yeah I know, Sami said he hadn't seen you like that in years. But Finny, you've been a colossal bitch to Shawn."

"He knew what to expect from me," FInn said unrepentant.

"You slept with him Finny."

"Guys hook up meaninglessly all the time."

"Shawn is a gentleman. He did not deserved to be used like that. I'm mad at you for that."

"Fine. I'll say sorry tomorrow."

Finn was browsing his phone idly. He went onto Twitter just to see what work people were doing. Something made him search for Tye, almost to see if there was a subtweet to boost his schadenfreude desires.

However..

You are blocked from following WWEDillinger and viewing WWEDillinger's Tweets.

Finn was hurt but guessed he deserved that one.

Cody saw too and felt no sympathy.

"I deserved that," Finn said.

"Yes you did. That was an asshole move."

"Shame. He was hot sex."

"He could have been great for you Finny. He would have treated you like an absolute king."

"I'd rather be a Prince to my perfect King. Oh Cody...*sniffle*...I want Stuart back!"

Cody was so glad the subject of the ring wasn't approached and he hoped that Finn swallowed his swerving of it. To have something and then have it taken away was just the worst feeling. Knowing that Wade would have proposed if Finn hadn't driven him away would just cut the Irishman to shreds.

He decided to be the best bestie possible and began to shed his clothes down to his briefs.

"I'll stay with you," he said.

"I promise I won't," FInn sniffed, his green eyes bloodshot, "Even though...nnnn...your body is amazing."

"So's yours Finny. You can look but you can't touch."

"You keep dreaming of the stars above," Finn sang cutely.

"Silly boy," giggled Cody, sliding under the covers, "What are we gonna do with you, huh?"

Finn hopped out the bed to turn the main room light off, before climbing back in next to Cody.

"Best part of tonight was when you danced with me to Style," he sighed.

"So not getting nailed behind the bar like a whore?"

"Cody...look I said I'm sorry.."

"I know Finny. But you know how I feel about that kind of behavior. Birthday or not."

"I really am the Blank Space song aren't I? My next mistake...ha."

"Just own it Finny. So what? Shake It Off."

"Stop it! Man we're such 14 year old white girls it's not even funny. We're supposed to be big tough wrestlers...and here's us having a sleepover, discussing Taylor Swift and boy problems."

"And do you care? Hashtag freaks and geeks Finny."

"I do like I Wish You Would from 1989...actually that song's so me right now..wonder if Stuart secretly wishes I'd come back?"

Awwwwww.

THe boys cuddled up, both yawning. Tired and done.

"Is spooning allowed?" Finn asked hopefully.

"Sure," Cody said, "I'm a bottom remember. I won't get an uncontrollable urge to get in you."

Finn wriggled around and leaned against him, whimpering at the close contact and those muscular arms hugging him. COdy was just the best at hugs. Better than even Bayley.

Not the best birthday ever. But at least he had his best friend with him to the end.

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Well. A dramatic chapter. New pairings too! And I've done a lot more femslash than normal. Trying to push the boat out!

Had to end it here as it was getting hideously long. Already cut a piece out. I realise the Finn-Alicia fight won't win me many fans - I must stress that Alicia's not become the new villain, but as far as Finn';s concerned, she's the devil incarnate. He's the kind of person that views love rivals as two-headed monsters. When I first brought him in, I always wanted him to personify Blank Space as back then (November-December) it was in the charts. Just didn't want to jump straight in to that!

She'll get some redemption in the next chapter!

As for Layla (:'(), her send off will be in the next chapter too. Not another night out (After this one! Jeez..), but obviously I'll write her final match day in. Another original Champs Choice cast member gone :(

So Cesaro wants Fandango OUT. Hmmmm...does Sheamus agree or does he want to keep the threesome going? Find out soon.

I hope the Centon was worth waiting for! I knew it had to open the chapter before we got to the FInn drama. I love writing him SO much. I really hope everyone doesn't hate him after this one!