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Day of Event - March 22nd 2013
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MizTV was currently a phenomenal success. Ever since his face turn, Miz would often be the host of MizTV segments, that have included various main-eventers. Vince and the other top dogs in the company adored the segments. They brought in intrigue, controversy and a whole load of merchandise profits. Yes. MizTV segments actually brought in profits. The little kids felt a lot more compelled to like the Miz after getting chance after chance to see his reformed character. He was a lot less irritating to them with his new change in personality.
That only helped in stroking the ego of the wrestler, commentator, reality TV star, movie star and now the host of the resurrected MizTV series. The Miz was doing everything nowadays, and he loved every second of it. He loved getting his spotlight on the camera, and he actually loved spending time with the fans. Although he often claimed that he hadn't changed, the fans were certainly seeing a different side to him.
The members of the roster were also seeing a different side to him. The heels couldn't stand to be in the same room with the new, changed Miz, whilst he became quickly popular with the faces, like how they quickly became popular with him.
Cena was the first to get to know the transformed Miz, and their encounter with each other surprisingly didn't lead to any controversy or violence. If anything, Cena actually liked Miz, and Miz actually liked Cena. Once Miz made friends with the golden boy of the company, the other faces swiftly joined the Miz bandwagon. Miz actually didn't mind. He was just glad that people liked him for who he felt he was. He didn't have to put up no false bravado. He didn't have to act completely different to how he usually acted. He was just, himself, and people eventually liked him for that.
Walking through the backstage corridor, Miz would encounter all type of smiles from all type of smiley people. Alberto, Cameron, Zack, even Kofi Kingston, who actually managed to patch up his differences with Miz a couple of months ago. But, no-one had bigger smiles than Layla. It was almost odd. There wasn't much reason for Layla to be so smiley. She looked to be in title contention with Kaitlyn, but for some reason, that was put to an end before it even began. It was almost enough to creep Miz out. Thankfully, his demeanour wouldn't show any form of freak in the slightest. His demeanour could only show confidence, unless the situation was particularly devastating.
But he still was a little freaked out. He wouldn't express that, but Miz was still feeling astonishment deep inside. "Hey Lay!" Miz said with a smile. He forgot about he oddness for this current moment. At least Layla was hot and at least she had big tits. That made the situation a lot less odd.
"Hey Mike!" Layla smiled back. That smile got larger. Miz wanted to just shake Layla back and forth, and question why on earth she was smiling when she had just gotten shoved out of the spotlight and into irrelevancy. He didn't, but he wanted too. "Congrats on that win over Antonio, hon. He needed that ass whooping!"
"And I gladly gave it to him." Finally, Miz didn't feel so freaked out. It looked like Layla was ready to stroke Miz's ego. Getting his ego stroked was always a good thing, no matter who it was from. He still had that cockiness about him, and he still loved receiving compliments from others. He didn't like that modesty bullcrap. He was awesome, and he would make sure that everybody knew that he was awesome. "You know, Lay, I feel like I need a celebration for that awesome match that I put on."
"And what celebration exactly do you have in mind?" Layla asked. Suspicion took over the tone of her voice. She knew (or thought she knew) what Miz had in mind…she just didn't quite know how to ask him about it. "I know you, Mizanin, all the way back from ECW. I don't know how to put this…are you asking me for sex?" Surprisingly, it was much easier to ask than Layla thought.
"Hmm…maybe…maybe not." Miz said. A small, cheeky smirk was in the process of working its way onto his handsome face. "If you're not up for my big, awesome dick right now, then I have something else in mind."
"Oh yeah?" Layla asked. She thought that Miz was solely going to ask her for sex. Looks like she thought wrong. "And what would that be, Mr. Mizanin?"
"Well, Miss Layla, I was thinking that you and me pull a little prank on Wade Barrie." The Ohioan attempted to pull off a British accent, when pronouncing the name of the Intercontinental Champion.
"And how are we going to do that, Miz?"
"MizTV baby!" The American man grinned. "Now from what I hear backstage, whenever Wade doesn't get his way, like tonight, he bitches and whines to some poor person. What I'm gonna try and do is to film him bitching and whining, and then air it on MizTV! Isn't that genius or what?" He was expecting Layla to praise his idea…and he also hoped Layla would praise his idea. He genuinely wouldn't know what to do if she didn't approve of it.
"Oh darling, I swear, it's like you stay up at night and try to find ways where you can squeeze in stuff for MizTV." Layla rolled her eyes, but even so, she couldn't help but to show a smile. She was just glad Miz wasn't being the major egotist that he used to be.
"What can I say? Being the host of MizTV is like my second dream job…aside from being a wrestler, obviously." Miz said, before he took a step closer to the Englishwoman. "So, are you in, or are you out?" His voice softened, and he actually sounded a little sweet. Layla barely managed to stifle a giggle.
"Of the plan?" Miz nodded. "Sure. It's not like I have anything better to do." Layla shrugged. "So where exactly are you gonna film Wade?"
"His locker room. Le duh." Miz smirked. He grabbed his handheld camera, before walking back to the stunning woman he was just talking to. "So, you ready or what?"
"Sure." Layla smiled. And so, the two WWE veterans would set off on their journey to find some humiliating footage of Wade. It was for the greater good of the WWE universe, after all…but then the entire purpose of this was to humour Miz. He needed a good chuckle. He felt as if he deserved that, from the beating he laid on Antonio earlier on in the night.
It didn't take them long. Miz had seen Wade's locker room plenty of times before. It just so happened to be the nearest one to the canteen, where a lot of wrestlers would go immediately after SmackDown. Miz would have been eating at the canteen on this occasion, but Wade's humiliation was more of a priority to him at this moment in time.
It was a miracle that Wade had just so happened to leave his locker room door open. Not too opened, but enough for Miz to slowly manoeuvre his camera past the gap and gain footage of Wade and whatever he was sure to whine about on this occasion…only…except that…Wade wasn't whining. He was actually sounding a little cheery. Upon seeing what was being recorded, Miz and Layla could eventually make out the two figures in the room: Wade Barrett, obviously, and Antonio Cesaro. The bald head and the red trunks were a total giveaway.
"You still upset over that loss?" Wade asked, with a subtle tone of glee in his voice. Antonio nodded. "You shouldn't keep that stuck in your head. You were only the victim of a bloody fluke victory anyway."
"I'm always the victim of fluke victories now! I don't know what's wrong with me. I am the United States Champion. I should be crushing people left and right." The Swiss sighed. "Ich nur verstehe es nicht." ("I just do not understand.")
"Look, have you ever fucked Vince?" Wade asked, much to the shock of his fellow European. The question was so vulgar…and so random…and so personal!
"Keine!" Wade looked utterly baffled by the response. Antonio remembered that Wade didn't speak German. "No."
"Then that's probably why you haven't been winning any matches lately."
"Come again?"
"Look, Cesaro, I'm gonna give it to you straight. You gotta have more than just bloody talent to get you far in this industry. You gotta get down and dirty with the right people. Why do you think I'm still the Intercontinental Champion and going strong?"
"So…you mean you actually slept your way to the top."
"Yeah." Wade shrugged. "I learned the same thing after Nexus, and ever since then, my career's skyrocketed in the right direction. Not just my wrestling career, but my brilliant acting career too!" The Brit grinned. "Colin Farrell said that I was the star of Dead Man Down. He was telling the truth of course, because I am a perfect bloody actor, but spreading your legs and letting him fuck you helps. A lot."
"So the rumours are true then?" Antonio asked. Wade's shocking revelation was enough to temporarily stop the bald European from his state of sorrow.
"Rumours? What rumours?"
"Apparently, from what I heard, you fucked Colin Farrell to get that role in the movie."
"And who told you this?"
"Brad Maddox."
"Brad bloody Maddox? The flop ref?"
"Oui. That would be the one."
"Well, if that's who you heard the rumour from, it looks like nobody's gonna believe his bullcrap. It's true, just to clarify, but at least nobody will believe it. Not if it's coming from Maddox, of all people."
"I see." Antonio nodded his head slightly. "Well, it at least the rumour will die down, eventually."
"Damn right it will." Wade cockily grinned. "A lot of these moronic sods that wrestle nowadays have near non-existent IQs. They'll forget this in a matter of days, and worry about whatever happens with Cena on RAW. It's sad, but true." The ravenette then remembered Antonio's sad state. "You feeling better, mate?" It wasn't often he called people 'mate'. Only his closest allies.
"I guess." Antonio let out a little sigh. "I'm still a little upset by that loss, and the few before this one."
"Trust me, you'll beat Miz the next time you see him in a matter of minutes. There's a damn good reason that you're a champion and he's not."
"I know…I know. I'm sure I can beat him next time."
"And you will…" Wade's voice drifted up, as he looked downwards on Antonio. The Brit's eyes slowly trailing from the face of the Swiss to his crotch. Eventually his hand decided to make contact with Antonio's crotch. Wade could already feel the manhood harden in his grasp. "Want me to assure you on that."
Antonio gasped from the shock. It was too sudden for his liking. Plus he just wasn't in the mood for sex. He wasn't in the mood for being his usual, dominant self either. "No! No…it's okay. I've got to train now, anyway."
"Well, if you need me, you can find me back at the hotel. I'll text you my room number."
"Sure thing." Antonio replied. A false smile grew on his face, before he turned his back on Wade, and proceeded to walk out of the locker room.
"Man! That was great!" Miz grinned, in nothing above a whisper to the petite Englishwoman, who also grinned. "I know what's going on MizTV the next time it airs." The grin would soon disappear, once the Ohioan would feel somebody crash into him. Letting out a slight gasp, he turned his back to see a raging Swiss.
"Wat doe je hier?" ("What are you doing here?") Antonio almost yelled, but he didn't want to disturb Wade, so he whispered it instead. He noticed the camera in Miz's palms. He tried to grab it, but Miz's reflexes were too quick for him. "What is that camera doing in your possession?"
"Can't you tell?" Miz smirked. "That conversation you just had with Wade…it got filmed for MizTV baby! Wanna give me a hoo-rah?" The actor smirked. He promised to himself that the 'hoo-rah' stuff would stay in 2006 and never see the light of day after that, but he just couldn't resist bringing that back up for this occasion.
"You've got to be kidding me. You wouldn't even dare of uploading that."
"Wanna give me a reason why?"
"Because I can beat the crap out of you right now, if you don't give me that camera."
"Cute, Cesaro. Cute. Just remember who beat whom tonight."
"Fluke victory."
"I can prove you wrong on that, if you're up to it."
None of the two projected their voices above challenging whispers. They didn't want to disturb Wade Barrett. Miz and Antonio edged closer to each other, until their bodies were almost touching, and their eyes were firmly locked onto each other's. It was only until Layla quietly piped in that the two men had just remembered her presence.
"Don't worry Antonio. Miz has a proposition for you." The woman smirked, although Miz gave her a raised eyebrow in response.
"I do?"
"Yeah. You do." Layla would shake her head, providing a slight sense of disappointment, before she glanced at Antonio. "Basically, you let Miz fuck you, and he'll get rid of the footage."
"And how do I know you're both being sincere about this?" Antonio questioned. He wasn't about to be duped into doing something he would regret that would change absolutely nothing Miz and Layla had in their minds.
"You have my word." Layla said, placing a hand on her chest. She looked to Miz, who eventually did the same. He grumbled precisely what Layla said, and he unhurriedly placed his hand on his heart.
"Okay…whatever. I'm in. Just make sure that you two hold your end of the bargain." Antonio then looked directly at Miz. "Especially you, Mizanin."
"I'm not gonna lie, Cesaro. Now if you don't want this footage on MizTV, I suggest that you follow me and Lay back to my locker room. Got it?"
"Fine." Cesaro said, in a silent huff. Once the trio were all finally out of hearing distance from the leader of the Barrett Barrage, the whispers would finally come to an end. Once the trio walked past various employees (some of whom gave raised eyebrows due to witnessing Miz and Antonio walk side-by-side and not get into a physical altercation), they finally managed to enter the locker room of the Miz. The whispers would then be replaced by a louder volume
Upon placing his camera gently onto the corner of the room, Miz edged very closely to Antonio. Their lips almost met, and Antonio could feel the dominance already radiating from Miz's lips.
"You want this time to fly by, Cesaro? I suggest you get me hard, so that way, it doesn't take me as long to get ready to fuck you."
"You're lucky I value Wade highly." The Swiss said, before he dropped to his knees, and tugged at the waistband of Miz's black trunks, before pulling them down completely. The limp length was exposed, and its thickness was incredible. The length wasn't too long, but the thickness was enough to make Antonio wonder if it would be enough to stretch his jaw. It was very thick indeed.
Nothing happened after a few moments. Antonio just continued to stare at the fat length. He almost felt a little intimidated by it. He hadn't seen a cock so plump before in his life. "It looks like you value my awesome dick highly too, because you haven't stopped staring at it."
"Shut up." Was all Antonio could say, after a further minute or so of silence. Then, after gradually mustering enough courage, Antonio would eventually gain the ability and the courage to envelope all of what Miz's manhood had to offer. It wasn't that long, but it was the thickness that almost got to the European. Antonio would have to stretch his mouth as wide as possible in order to accommodate such a cock.
Hollowing his cheeks, Antonio was determined to put on a good enough session of oral to save Wade from global humiliation. The suctions that would come out of Antonio's mouth were rapid, as he bobbed his head up and down with impeccable speed. He sloppily slurped Miz's entire length, frequently gagging as a result. Thankfully said gags were only minor, and they actually helped in boosting the arousal of the dominant actor.
Miz was pleasured enough with Antonio's skills. He wasn't the most talented at giving blowjobs, but a blowjob was a blowjob. It was bound to be good, unless somebody who was hideously revolting and/or couldn't suck dick to save their life was giving oral. Thankfully, Antonio wasn't hideously revolting, and he wasn't that bad at sucking dick.
As time quickly passed, Miz eventually became aware that Antonio wasn't the only other person in his locker room. He would remember Layla's presence once he saw her pull down Antonio's trunks. He smirked devilishly. He wondered what exactly Layla had in mind…until he saw her bring a black double-ended dildo into view. Then he had a pretty good idea of what the Englishwoman had in mind.
Layla, who had undressed completely whilst Miz and Antonio spent all of their time focussing on each other to realise that there was a woman present, had numerous kinky thoughts running through her mind. One would stick out in particular, and that one thought would involve the implementation a long, thick double dildo. Layla sure as hell didn't have a problem with that, and if Antonio was so willing to keep Wade's secret a secret, he shouldn't have a problem with it either.
One end of the rubber toy would access Cesaro's hole, and the other would enter Layla's pussy. The former would let out more notable gags whilst he bobbed his head up and down Miz's dick, whilst the latter would begin to let out deep, rich, enticing moans that oozed desire and satisfaction.
Upon hearing such gags and such moans that Antonio and Layla would release into the lust-filled atmosphere, Miz could feel his rock hard erection throb slightly. Although Antonio's oral cavern quickly became a very heavenly place to delve deep inside, Miz could only visualise about how Antonio's ass could feel even more heavenly than his mouth.
"Stop! Stop Cesaro! Stop!" He couldn't even keep count the amount of times that he said the word 'stop', but keeping count wasn't at the top of priorities at this moment in time. He was just thankful that Cesaro stopped sucking when he was told to. He looked up at Miz, with a look that had a surreal amount of submissiveness. Perhaps he was liking this experience more than what he gave off. "Ride me." And so Antonio did. The black cock that almost stroked his prostate was quickly ripped out of the tight, hairy hole would soon get replaced with a very chubby cock. A real cock. Not a plastic one.
The amount of enthusiasm and zest that Antonio put not just into climbing the body of the American, but also riding his cock, made Miz a little suspicious about how Antonio was doing this just for Wade. It looked as if Antonio was doing this more than for Wade's sake. It looked as if Antonio was doing this for his own sake, also. The moans also supported this. Antonio looked like a hooker on top of the world, with the amount of pleasure that he gained from riding Miz's cock.
The mewls of delight.
The grinding of his hips.
The overall submissiveness that he exuded whilst he whored his hole out to the American.
This turned out to be a much more blissful experience than what Antonio had in mind. Little did the Swiss know that the experience would only get more blissful. Miz would eventually unleash a plethora of lustful, high-pitched moans. He didn't know why. He couldn't see why. He just got a whole lot more aroused because of the moans. It made his phallus pulsate. Wildly. Being submissive was almost an entirely new concept to Antonio. He wasn't used to it, but from this experience, he could safely say that he loved it.
It was only through Layla's voice that Antonio realised why Miz was putting so much stimulation into his groans of arousal. It didn't affect Cesaro so much, but it was nice to know why Miz was moaning the way he was moaning.
"You're likin' that hon? You're likin' that dick in your nice, fat arse?"
"You're damn right I am Lay! Get it in deeper! Deeper!"
Whereas Antonio's display of submissiveness was a rarity, the opposite could be said for Miz. He was used to exhibiting how submissive he was to sex. Even to dominant women. He was used to showing his slutty side. Not to Cesaro, but definitely to Layla. This wasn't the first time that Layla had used a toy inside the derriere of The Miz, and this wasn't going to be the last time neither.
Layla's grin was huge. Even with the dildo intruding her cunt, Layla felt that her cunt became moist just from the slutty moans that came from the lips of the two men. It fuelled her desires. It fuelled her to delve deeper inside the hole of Mizanin, and as a reward for doing so, he would give her sluttier moans. She gave him what he wanted, and he gave her what she wanted.
But unfortunately for all three wrestlers in the locker room, who seemed to show a lot more concern for their lust and their sexual satisfaction than the situation that involved Wade, this heavenly pleasure would soon come crashing down to a halt. Good things would soon come to an end, as the Miz would eventually be forced to acknowledge.
After receiving oral and anal pleasure from the usually dominant Swiss, he could not handle much more of this unusual and unexpected encounter. His semen quickly launched from his piss-slit and shot deep inside Cesaro's hole. This, in turn, produced a domino effect. After knowing what it felt like to be a cum dumpster, it was now Cesaro's turn to climax. Once he would feel Miz rub hard against his sweet spot, it was his turn to shoot his load. Missiles of his release would land the abdomen of Miz, as Cesaro continued to grind and ride him, like a bucking bronco.
After each man would manage to milk each other dry of an orgasm, the hardcore fucking stopped. They would stop temporarily to recollect their breath, after spending a significant amount of energy in that particular three-way encounter.
That didn't stop Layla from getting an idea. An idea that was sure to bring the energy levels of both men skyrocketing back to the top. "Cesaro!" The United States Champion would eventually turn his head so he could see the English beauty. "I know you're tired and all, but I still have to cum, darling. If you want that footage of Wade deleted, you need to take care of my pussy. Tell him, Mikey."
"You should listen to her Antonio." Miz smirked. "Layla's giving you a nice proposition there."
"Don't I know it?" It was almost miraculous to see that Antonio didn't come up with a snarky reply. In fact, he actually grinned at the American man quickly, before he would look back again at Layla. "Sie besser sich vorbereiten...schätzchen." ("You better prepare yourself…baby.")
It was totally uncharacteristic of Antonio to flirt, but at this lustful moment in time, did anybody really care? Layla and Miz could safely say that the answer to that question was a 'no'.
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It feels so weird writing for Antonio as a bottom, and Miz as a top. A very different, arousing and of course, weird type of weird…but still weird nonetheless. I think it's safe to establish that this is weird for me? I think so. I did have a blast writing this chapter, though! Hopefully you all had just as much of a blast reading it. :)
Also, I want to apologise for the lack of Layla in this chapter! This, like some of my previous chapters, had a rushed ending, and I only just realised I focussed too much on the guys. Sorry y'all! This is what happens when school exists, and exams are around the corner.
Anyway, here's what's coming your way next:
~ Anya (Top)/Corey Graves (Bottom)/Jake Carter (Top) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Darren Young (Top)/Primo (Bottom)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom)/Titus O'Neil (Top) (Requested by MillionsofD)
~ AJ Lee (Top)/Brad Maddox (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile) (Requested by Dynasty Ace)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Kaitlyn (Versatile) (Requested by uppy goes puppy)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Roman Reigns (Top)/Seth Rollins (Versatile) (Requested by onehundredpercent)
~ Josh Mathews (Top)/Lilian Garcia (Bottom)/Matt Striker (Top)/Michael Cole (Top)/The Miz (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Cameron (Top)/The Miz (Bottom)/Naomi (Top)/Wade Barrett (Bottom) (Requested by me)
Seven requests y'all! I'll be having to stop taking in requests for the moment, but once I've uploaded about three more stories, I'll get back to taking requests!