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Day of Event - October 3rd 2012

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Today was definitely not a glorious day. At least, not for Tyson Kidd.

Natalya had unfortunately fallen ill, and International Airstrike had been defeated after a long battle with The Ascension. There wasn't many positives to look up to on a day like this…

…that wasn't to say there wasn't any good points currently in Tyson's life, however. International Airstrike may have come up on the shorter end in their match, but Kidd's relationship with his tag team partner was stronger than ever before.

Tyson and Justin had formed an incredibly tight bond since forming an alliance with each other. They quickly knew of each other's deepest and darkest secrets, and that alone was enough to show the amount of trust each man had for the other.

Still, even with their exceedingly secure bond in tact, Tyson knew that Justin would have to do something extraordinary to get him out of the sad state he had been in.

And that was exactly what the African was intending to do.

The last time Tyson was this upset, Justin had to bring Natalya into the equation to cheer his dear friend up; but now that she was ill, Justin would have no luck in bringing her in to brighten up her boyfriend from his sad condition.

Still, there were fresh alternatives to use for this situation, considering the two high-flying Superstars were in the NXT locker room, and various NXT Divas would wonder outside of it.

Justin would be satisfied with any of the rookie Divas that came into his sight. Emma, Summer Rae, Audrey-Marie, and most of all, Paige.

Oh Paige. She had more popularity and a larger fanbase than quite a few of the current crop of Divas on the main roster, which was already enough to say how successful she was during the ten months she was wrestling (and still is) at developmental.

Justin's mind quickly changed the more he thought about the enchanting ravenette. He now was set on getting Paige and only Paige. Her mysteriousness was enough to intrigue the South African; making him curious to find out what she was like, both as a person and in the bedroom (or wherever she chose to do it, he wasn't fussy when it came to where he have sex, just as long as it was good sex).

The native of Cape-Town had spoken to Tyson via mobile phone (as the latter was too depressed to stay in the NXT locker room for any longer once the tapings had finished) to arrange a place for the two and Paige (although Gabriel had only addressed Paige as 'a third person') to meet up at so fun could be had. It took some convincing, but Tyson eventually agreed to it. He suggested that his hotel room could be used for the upcoming situation, to which Justin eagerly agreed to.

Now the tanned male's mission was to entice the pale female into joining him and Kidd for a session that hopefully would be one not to be forgotten.

As soon as Justin had finished getting dressed, he surged out of the NXT locker room and would begin his search of the young Englishwoman.

Immediately the location of the Diva's locker room had sprung in Justin's mind. It was a risky place to go, what with how temperamental some of the women in there were known for being, but it would be a risk that the ravenette would have to take if it meant satisfying his closest friend.

After searching through various doors, eventually Justin found the door that would lead into the Diva's locker room. The moment had finally arrived, and Justin would do his damned best to entice Paige into joining International Airstrike in an encounter none would ever forget.

He would knock on the door, and a female voice would make itself heard to Justin's ears, commanding him to enter, and so he did.

The women in the locker room looked at him, and he would be astonished by what had happened for two reasons. One: All of the Divas were actually in wrestling gear; and two: he wasn't getting mauled for entering (despite them asking him, Justin had heard rumours about unfortunate Superstars who had accessed the NXT Diva's locker room. Nobody could look at Conor O'Brian the same way once they had heard about him getting physically assaulted by Sofia Cortez).

"G'day mate. You okay?" One upbeat voice asked. Justin turned to see that one of the blondes was staring at him with kindness and nobility. Clearly she had not been involved in much drama prior to the WWE. "Ya seem kinda lost. Is everything alright?"

"I'm okay. Just looking for a certain someone…" Justin paused. He didn't have a clue as to what this young woman's name was. Matter of fact, he remained clueless on the identity of all these women apart from Summer Rae.

"…Emma. My name's Emma. You don't need to tell me who you are cutie. I've heard so many good things about you, Justin." The Australian was about to offer a handshake, but she quickly got pushed to the side by another blonde.

"Don't worry about her. She's still new to the business. I believe we've met before, Mr. Gabriel. I'm Summer Rae, in case you had forgotten."

How could he forget? The long-legged blonde and the bronzed ravenette had zealous encounters back in April, when the concept of the latter teaming with Tyson Kidd was fresh and exciting (not that it wasn't still fresh and exciting, just more so around the time that the two would make the decision to team together).

"Trust me. I haven't." The man said with a lewd grin plastered on his face, reminiscing about their past together. "…But I was wondering if you knew where…"

"Hey! Who's the guy?" Came yet another female voice that Justin would see to be yet another blonde. "Not wanting to be rude or anything, but I just thought I'd make myself known and all."

"Not now Charlotte! Don't you see we have a WWE Superstar with us?" Summer said with a steely glare, although that quickly changed when she glanced towards the man she was just talking about. "She's new too. This is Charlotte, daughter of Ric Flair…that's all she ever goes on about."

"Is not!" Charlotte retaliated, as she stepped closer to the alluring man. "Ignore her Justin. She just wants to hear what she chooses to hear."

"That is not true!" Summer shouted, offended at what had just came out of the other blonde's mouth. "I'm a professional businesswoman! I can't afford to pick and choose what goes into my ears. My job would be-"

"Quiet!" The unsuspectingly loud voice startled everyone, including Justin. All heads cocked around to see that a brunette was moving closer towards the group of women (and Justin). "I was getting some thinking time, until you started squabbling like old ladies!" The sight of her was astonishing in itself. She clearly was the tallest female in the room, and what was even more astonishing was that she looked to be exactly the same height as Justin himself. She had to be one of the tallest women in WWE history. "Who are you?" She asked. Her accent was thick (a Russian one at that. Justin was thankful he partially remembered how Vladimir Koslov spoke when he still was with the WWE), and her eyes coldly penetrated his innocent pupils.

"I-I'm J-Justin. Justin G-Gabriel." A stutter was forming, which was quite the rarity. Justin had scarcely felt apprehension throughout his young WWE career, yet here this unknown woman was, already bringing out the anxiety of the South African in the minute amount of time they had gazed at one another.

"Oh." Was all that oozed out of this dauntingly tall woman's mouth. Even when she uttered one simple word, it had produced waves of trepidation in the older man's body. "I am Anya." He would dread the day that Anya would make it onto the main roster. With her size, she appeared to have equally as much power, if not more so, than a number of the Superstars on the roster, a thought incredibly chilling to process in the mind of the African.

He never even knew how to respond to her. It wasn't the reply that baffled him, but rather the woman who made it. As he was already thinking, she was scary. He didn't know how to put it in simpler terms. Still, thankfully for him, he wouldn't have to make a response. Someone had beat him to it.

"Don't worry about Anya." Charlotte said, offering verbal hospitality to the man who looked like he needed it dearly. "We all got scared by her at first. You just get used to it when you get to know more about her."

It was reassuring, but Justin would still feel trepidation from Anya. She was tall (as he would often remind himself). She was as tall as he was. She looked like she had bigger muscles than he did. She looked like she was more of a powerhouse than he was. Justin had been scared enough of Kharma when she was in the WWE, but at least Kharma was smaller than him. He couldn't say the same about this massive Russian woman standing before him.

After a while of desperately trying his hardest to stop from emitting further signs of apprehension, Justin had finally remembered his reasoning for entering the Diva's locker room: To find Paige, and he would be damned if he couldn't achieve the task that he had set himself.

"So do any of you know where Paige is?"

That was the moment when smiles (Summer's, in particular) turned into scowls as quick as a blink. Emma and Charlotte continued smiling, and Anya continued to have that cold, steely glance she had as soon as Justin laid eyes on her.

Still, before the former Lingerie Football League player could voice her disbelief, Emma had words of wisdom for Justin that she dearly hoped (for his sake) that he would follow exactly.

"Justin, I think you better leg it. Wouldn't wanna be on the receiving end of one of Summer's hissy fits. Paige is probably in the canteen, by the way." Albeit not precisely being the epitome of crucial, Emma's advice still was good enough for Justin to take, considering he didn't have any other advice to go by. He wished all the ladies in the room (shockingly including Anya) a good night, before he used his well-known agility to escape the room in one-piece.

Following Emma's recommendation, the bronzed Superstar travelled down to the canteen, desperate to find the fellow ravenette. How little Justin knew about Emma was irrelevant in this matter. Any advice given to him had been better than none at all.

He dashed over to the canteen, not aware of the astonished eyes belonging to various rookies that stared directly at African stud. He was far too focussed on the task he had set himself to be worrying over aspiring rookies.

Finally…thankfully…Justin had found the object of his most recent desires, standing right outside of the canteen. She was talking to Audrey-Marie, but when Justin would have his way, he would be the one having a verbal exchange with her.

As he slowly but surely got closer to the two young women, it was difficult to fully grasp what they were saying. They were quiet with their words, but loud with their actions.

Thankfully for Justin, their conversation would not last for much longer. Audrey was bidding her farewells to Paige, leaving her alone for the moment so the American could spend some time beautifying herself with the help of make-up.

Opportunity was now knocking at Justin's door, and he wasn't about to leave it unanswered.

"Paige! Paige!" The man would yell, causing the young lady of his most recent desires to slant her head and look specifically in his direction.

Her facial expressions were full of bewilderment as she looked at the enticing man. She knew who she was, but not what he wanted.

"What do you bloody want?" One thing that many people would quickly learn about Paige was that she was a straight-talker. She said things how she saw them, and she liked that aspect of her personality. Anyone who didn't could go and get squashed against Khali for all she cared.

"I'm just gonna get straight to the point here. You interested in a threesome with me and Tyson?" Okay. That was as close to asking for a pummelling as he could possibly get, but it sure did beat the awkwardness of beating around the bush in front of this young and mysterious Englishwoman.

He expected a pummelling. A black eye, or if he was that unfortunate, a kick in his rather cherished manhood. Lady Luck seemed to have shone down upon him, however. He was presented with the sight of a smirk rather than the malicious assault he had been expecting from Paige.

"You're blunt, aren't you? Clearly you haven't heard much about me, to be saying stuff like that to my face."

"You saying you don't want the threesome?" Justin said. His voice sounded as if the man possessing it had just been fully defeated, yet his facial expressions showed signs of hope. Hope that Paige would actually agree to the session of group sex between the two and Tyson.

"Never said that." Paige said, as the smirk grew. "Men usually just don't have the balls to be so blunt to my face. You're different though…I like that. I sort of respect that, in a way."

"Well, I'm certainly not like most men." Justin grinned, mentally thanking his lucky stars and the gods above who have blessed his face (as well as other body parts) from receiving any physical assaults from the other ravenette. "In fact, I'm proud to be different from other men, and so is Tyson."

"Tyson? You mean Tyson Kidd? The one from the Hart Dungeon?"

"That's the one!"

"He's kinda cute. Cuter than you, in fact. So anyways…you were saying about this threesome?"

Oh yes. The threesome. The activity that Justin was eagerly anticipating to transpire. It was gonna be wild, he knew that.

"What about it? You up for it?"

"What if I say yes? Beats having to stick around here, palling up with some of the weirdoes like that Johnny Curtis guy."

"Great! Tyson suggested we go to his hotel room, so I'll be more than happy to drive us there in my car…if you're happy with us doing the threesome, that is."

"Did you not just hear what I was saying earlier? And I thought dogs had better hearing than humans."

"You do know there's a difference between dogs and werewolves, like myself." Justin said as he swiftly flashed a grin towards the young woman.

"Not much though. They're practically in the same bloody family." Paige shook her head, before allowing curiosity to take control. "So anyways, what exactly do I need to know about this threesome?"

"Well there's not really much to say about it…apart from that it will be wild enough to blow your hot little mind away!" Justin said, maintaining the grin that was plastered on his face for the past number of minutes.

"Oh really?" Now Paige's interest had radically escalated. She always liked doing things the wild way, but she was wondering if it would live up to what she would define wild to be. "And how exactly do you plan on doing that?"

"Well…have you ever been in a bi threesome before?" Justin asked, hoping for a 'no' from the young female.

"Of course. I was in one with that wannabe rock band group the other day."

There went his hopes. Still, Justin was not to be outdone with wildness, especially when compared to the 'wannabe rock band group' (as Paige had put it brilliantly in Gabriel's opinion) which was lead by the South African's former flame, Heath Slater.

"But did they do anal on each other?"

"…Not that I can remember. Jinder and Drew blew Heath. That was it, I guess."

"Figures. Nobody wants to do anal with Heath. Too much of a bad lover. Me and Tyson aren't afraid to get a little kinky with each other. Blowjobs. Anal. Threesomes. Orgies. Toys. Whatever you got, International Airstrike can handle it."

Whilst he physically exhibited not a single sign of fear or anxiety, mentally he was apprehensive about how Paige would react. Aside from the fact that she was a blunt Englishwoman who one day would become a WWE Diva, Justin knew very little about her.

"…Fine. You're on, but you better not disappoint me." Such an imposing attitude was rare to see from a Diva in FCW, but Paige was able to own that imposing attitude in various shades. She would definitely go far in this business, in Justin's mind at the very least.

With that, all feelings relating to worry quickly washed away from the African's mind. His grin had gotten larger than ever, as he lead Paige to the vehicle that would take them to the hotel in which WWE talents would be staying in for the next few days.

Eventually, after walking around various corridors and bumping into NXT rookies for so many minutes, Justin and Paige had finally managed to escape the arena and identify Justin's car. It certainly looked alluring enough to take a long journey in.

"Wanna hop in? It's not like this is gonna be your only wild ride of the night." Justin said, this time a cheeky smirk appeared rather than the grin that seemed to be nonchalantly plastered on Justin's face.

Paige couldn't help but to laugh at the poor use of humour implemented by Gabriel. It was so bad, it was actually a little funny to her, and she voiced precisely that to the fellow ravenette as they both opened the car doors and slammed them shut once they both got in.

Justin hit his foot on the accelerator, and the vehicle would begin it's task in taking the two wrestlers to the Crowne Plaza Oklahoma City hotel (which they, as well as all the other NXT and WWE talents would be staying in).

The road journey to the hotel was a generic one. Nothing special to offer. Just idle conversation from the two horny WWE employees, as they anticipated to arrive in the location that would be able to take care of their lust-filled thoughts.

It felt longer than it's actual duration, but nonetheless, they both had finally reached their destination, much to their delight. They quickly unstrapped their seatbelts and hopped out of the vehicle once it had been properly parked, ready to make their way to see Tyson Kidd.

After entering their hotel and whizzing past the blonde receptionists, Paige and Justin would purposely tease each other about what was going to occur until they both were making their arousal even more blatant than it originally had been. The two swiftly entered the lift, and snickered like schoolgirls in a playground.

"Bet you can't wait for Tyson and his fat dick, huh?" Justin said with a lustful lick of his lips, as he was already hypothesising about his tag-team partner wearing his birthday suit. Eager wasn't even the right word.

"By the way you're licking your lips, seems like you're gonna be more into his cock than me." Paige smirked, as her eyes stared at the high-flyer's tongue swirling around his lips. At least she found a way to make her lust seem a little discreet.

"Maybe…maybe not." Justin said, grinning as the lift had finally opened it's doors, allowing the two ravenettes to race to International Airstrike's hotel room and quench their arousal for Canadian meat.

As the South African was the first to get to the door, he was the first to knock on it, until his tag partner had eventually opened it.

"Man, what took you so-" Tyson's facial expressions brightened up significantly when he saw a young Englishwoman a close distance away. Although he loved Natalya with all his heart, Tyson couldn't deny his lustful feelings towards Paige, and it wasn't as if the two Canadians weren't in an open relationship anyway, so what exactly would be the problem if Kidd unleashed those feelings of sexual desire upon the pale woman? "Damn!"

"That was my reaction too." Justin said, as the grin maintained it's position on his rugged face. "So are you gonna let us in or are you gonna make me fuck Paige outside all on my own?"

"Hey! I'm all up for a little bit of double-teaming if you are." Tyson said, with a grin as wide as his partner's. "How much did you tell Paige anyway?"

"You mean about us?"

"No. About Hornswoggle. Dude; of course I mean about us!"

"Well, I told her-"

"Her? Who's her? The cat's mother?" Paige said, as she cast an unimpressed look towards the bronzed stud.

"Fine. I told Paige that we were into some pretty kinky stuff." Justin's focus shifted from the Canadian to the Englishwoman. "You happy now?"

"Until we get to some double teaming, not really." Needless to say, as if they weren't already gigantic enough, the grins of the two men had somehow increased in size.

"Well, we best give the lady what she wants! What do you say Justin?"

"Dude! I spent so much effort getting Paige to take part in this threesome, of course I wanna give her what she wants."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Tyson said, as he stepped to the side, whilst the two ravenettes hurried through the door. Once all three wrestlers were definitely inside, Kidd closed the door and twisted the lock. Privacy would definitely be needed for the entirety of this session of steamy sex.

During this time, Justin would swiftly undress himself until Paige was treated to an exhibition of the former's fully naked body. Paige liked what she saw, and that was saying something, considering her fussy taste in men.

After a small while of glancing at every body part that belonged to the shaggy-haired man, the Anti-Diva swiftly shoved Justin to the bed, slowly crawled onto him and formed a light grip (that quickly turned into a firm one) on his manhood.

Without saying a word, Paige took in almost the whole length of Justin's rapidly hardening member inside her warm and wet mouth. She already managed to reel the satisfied moans out of Justin's mouth as he was only just beginning to feel the immense pleasure of the young Diva's mouth.

Her oral cavity may have been on the smaller side, but that didn't stop the enchanting raven-haired lady from engulfing practically all of the South African man-meat she could fit past her lips.

Justin was in bliss. No more words were needed to describe this realm of satisfaction that the bronzed man had quickly been sent to as he was fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of a Paige blowjob. Not just any blowjob, a Paige blowjob.

Her tongue occasionally swirled around the base of the wet dick, adding to the substantial pleasure that the Cape-Town stud was feeling.

His head would lean back in the ecstasy that he was receiving, but even so, through the corner of his eye, he was able to see his tag team partner, fully naked, and walking towards the duo, grabbing his plump shaft in the process.

To Justin's surprise, however, instead of walking towards the mysterious Diva, Tyson actually was moving towards him. Gabriel for sure thought that Kidd would love the chance to fuck Paige's pussy like there's no tomorrow, but obviously it seemed like that could wait for the moment being.

"Hope you weren't forgetting about me man. I was feeling pretty lonely watching you two." Tyson said; false innocence dripping out of his mouth as his eyes locked onto the mocha brown eyes of the African, whilst the older of the two agile athletes hopped onto the bed, and positioned himself so that his hardening shaft would dangle in front of Gabriel's face.

"Of course I wouldn't baby. How bad do you think I am?" Justin said, with just as much false innocence escaping his luscious lips, as he lustfully grabbed the hard Canadian cock that stood, craving the attention it so dearly needed. Gabriel quickly swirled his tongue around the crimson head, whilst looking up at his partner like butter wouldn't melt.

"Not very, considering how good you look with my cock in your mouth." Tyson said, with a grin as big as his member currently was as he felt the luxurious effects of having the Cape-Town Werewolf engulf the Canadian's plump tool into his oral cavern.

Tyson would now be treated with not only a superb view of Paige providing Justin oral pleasure, but also a slightly better view of Justin providing him with some much needed oral pleasure. This would definitely brighten up Tyson's mood, especially if his partner would deepthroat him like he had been able to on occasions prior to this.

Whilst mostly bobbing her head zealously on the African cock, Paige would occasionally alternate between engulfing the moist shaft and snaking her tongue around it's underbelly. This sequentially got the shaggy-haired stud to moan, sending vibrations up into the spine of the pleasured graduate of the Hart Dungeon.

After a while of sucking, slurping and slobbering, both ravenettes would orally step up their game by deepthroating the exotic dicks currently inside their mouths. Paige's lips would wildly crash into Justin's thick jet black pubic hairs, whilst the high-flyer himself would also collide into the base of Tyson's shaft, his lips meeting the thin pubic hairs possessed by his ally.

The euphoric heaven that both men were sent into was totally idyllic. The only noises they would be able to hear were their own expression of joy and pleasure. Tranquillity never truly made it's presence known into these men's lives until now.

Blowjobs, deepthroating, providing oral pleasure of a superlative level - this would all continue for the next few minutes, allowing Justin and Tyson to feel reasonably close to achieving quite possibly the most blissful orgasm in the history of their sex lives, until Paige had eventually escaped from possible addiction from providing oral pleasure to the gorgeous bronzed shaft that was in her mouth just seconds before. Justin too stopped his suctions, much to the dismay of Tyson. All dicks were now visible after being fortunately obscured in the oral holes of the South African and the Englishwoman.

Though this would not be the case for long. Not at all.

Paige positioned herself so that she was on her back, resting against the comfortable duvet. Her legs would spread wide, exposing the ever so slightly moist folds that got Tyson and Justin to both do the widest possible grins their facial expressions could pull off. They looked at each other, ephemerally debating who would experience blissful walls clenching perfectly against their fat dick. It was gradually decided that Tyson would get this honour, and he would not waste a second of it.

Using his impeccable agility to his advantage, Tyson nimbly positioned himself so that his shaft would quickly enter the glistening rose bud of his incredibly recent desires.

Paige wasn't going to lie to herself. It hurt. Like hell. But it wasn't as if Paige hadn't felt this type of feeling before. She was in the wrestling business since she was literally just a schoolgirl. Paige experienced tremendous pain on multiple occasions, and she wasn't about to show the current pain she was experiencing via the manhood that quickly buried itself deep inside of her.

Thankfully for Paige, however, she felt less and less of the need to scream in pain. After practically ramming his dick inside of her, Tyson became far softer. Gently moving in and out. In and out. In and out. Paige appreciated this…for a short while anyway. It quickly got to a point where gentle thrusts would not satisfy her needs.

She bellowed for more, and god damn it, she would get more…just not the way she would think.

Tyson did ram as deep as he could possibly delve inside of her, but that was predominantly due to the horny South African that decided to get in on the action. Justin would enter the diminutive pucker of his partner, and that would not go unrecognised by the equally as aroused Canadian.

Kidd practically the filling of a sexual sandwich, so to say, but he eventually didn't care at all about that, once the pain subsided away to nothing. After feeling only pleasure through his rock hard cock and his tight little asshole, Kidd would let out moans of sheer delight.

His body would gradually rock quicker and quicker, assisting in boosting the arousal of the other two participants in this lust-filled threesome to levels even they thought had been non-existent until this moment in time.

However, after realising that Paige had barely any sexual pleasure prior to the session of fucking that was currently transpiring, Tyson decided to make it up to her. His fingers quickly worked their way to Paige's snatch, rubbing those sweet, sweet pussy lips of hers. In return, her moans would increase significantly in volume.

As much as he would despise to admit it, missionary never felt this good with Nattie. Then again, most of the time it was his beloved sweetheart using a strap-on inside of his back passage, so there was a perfectly justifiable reason as to why he was enjoying this far more than he should have done.

Still, Tyson promised he would not waste a second of this, and by all the power in him, Tyson would try his hardest to keep to that promise. His thoughts swiftly shifted away, he was now back to reality. Reality wasn't so kind to the Hart Dynasty graduate as it once was, however.

His orgasm was soon approaching, meaning that this cherished experience would not last near as long as he would have hoped for. From here on in, every second counted, and Tyson would deliver the quickest thrusts his body could possibly allow (whilst also rocking back, feeling Gabriel's thick dick to delve deeper than usual inside of his loosening hole).

Paige couldn't help herself but to let out satisfied moans. The combination of Tyson's fingers and dick working simultaneous wonders on her soaking cunt was starting to become too much for the young lass to handle any more. After a short while, juices started to flood out of her vaginal passage, and onto the slightly pulsating dick of the Canadian.

Tyson wouldn't stop thrusting into her, however. His rapid thrusts were too enjoyable for Kidd to suddenly just stop. He needed more, to put it as simply as possible.

It was only until he could feel his veiny dick start to wildly throb that he positioned Paige away from his member. He wouldn't want to risk getting her pregnant. The dirt-sheets would have a field day if they found out that Tyson got a girl ten years his junior pregnant.

Now that Paige was all done and sorted, International Airstrike would solely focus on each other. Justin would focus on thrusting harder into the pink starfish until his member started to wildly throb also. After moaning and moaning in his mother tongue transiently, Justin would hesitantly pull out of his partner, prompting Tyson to flip himself onto his back.

Justin would mount onto Tyson, and their erections were firmly pressed against each other. It wasn't long at all after that until the two men would nimbly rub their erections against one another. The friction that was being produced was astoundingly heavenly. Moans that oozed from Kidd and Gabriel were whorish and wanton, and they would continue to be that way until both men had a twin ejaculation. The numerous ropes of sperm that belonged to the two athletic studs flew into the air and landed on Tyson's pectoral muscles.

After accomplishing what they would initially consider to be an impossibly large climax, Justin and Tyson used this precise moment as a breather to catch their energy. They were athletic, but even athletic guys needed a short break every now and then.

Well, until they eventually saw Paige with two large, rubbery objects in her two palms.

The two men soon after thought twice about resting.

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Hope you all liked that! I totally apologise for the lateness of this chapter. I guess it's due to the A-Levels I'm studying as well as the procrastination I've been doing *shrugs*.

Anyway, here's what's coming your way next:

~ AJ (Bottom)/John Cena (Versatile)/CM Punk (Top) (Requested by waldron82)

~ AJ (Bottom)/John Cena (Bottom)/Tyson Kidd (Versatile)/Zack Ryder (Versatile) (Requested by NateWWE)

~ Drew McIntyre (Top)/Paige (Bottom)/Trent Barreta (Bottom) (Requested by Dashique)

~ Alex Riley (Top)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Eve Torres (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Bottom) (Requested by matt . medina . 75)

~ CM Punk (Top)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/John Cena (Bottom)/Layla (Versatile) (Requested by onehundredpercent)

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