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Day of Event - April 26th 2004
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Trish Stratus was feeling like shit. She had a great night on RAW, what with her lover (Christian) and her lover's bodyguard (Tyson Tomko) scoring a victory. An easy victory (it had been against Grandmaster Sexay, after all), but still a victory. Jericho may have tried to spoil the mood, but that wasn't why Trish felt like shit. Oh no.
"Can you believe the audacity of that…that psychopath?! Why is she even still allowed to wrestle in this company anyway? She should be locked up in an asylum! I fear for my safety whenever I have to wrestle with that…that…that monster!" The 'monster' who was being referred to Victoria. The woman referring to Victoria as a monster was Molly Holly. Molly was the reason Trish felt like shit. Having to listen to a ranting Molly Holly usually required a lot of patience…something that Trish didn't have much of, when she was with boring people. To put it simply: the longer Molly talked, the more Trish wanted to escape this dull conversation.
"Yeah Molly. Such a tragedy." Trish really didn't care about Molly's problems, hence the short, half-hearted response.
"Exactly! And who even lets Victoria run around with scissors already? She's demented without the scissors, but I fail to understand why anybody would think it's acceptable for a lunatic like her to hold scissors. I swear Trish, I am this close to just retiring from the WWE. I don't need women like Victoria making me fear for my health."
Good. That'd be one less rat in the WWE. "Don't do it Molly. Don't let Victoria get to you." Of course, Trish was far too gracious to tell Molly how she really felt about her. Trish knew Molly didn't like crude language, and there was a lot of…crude words that Trish could use to describe her former rival.
Molly smiled. "Don't worry Trish. I most likely will not retire. I'm far too good to let that piece of psychotic trash think that she's won the battle."
"That's the spirit." Darn it. Trish shouldn't have lied like that. Maybe then Molly would have actually gone through with her word. Oh well, Trish couldn't change the past; despite how perfect she was. In fact, speaking of perfection, somebody who was almost as perfect as Trish had just walked into sight. Trish couldn't help but to try and grab that person's attention. "Tyson! Tyson! Over here!"
Trish and Christian's bodyguard looked at the Canadian blonde, and rushed to her. Despite being a big, intimidating man, he was surprisingly nimble when walking to her. "I've been looking everywhere for you. There's a surprise for you in Christian's locker room."
"A surprise?" Trish asked, almost surprised. Tomko replied with a nod. "Christian knows how much I hate surprises. It better be worth it." And then Trish remembered Tomko. "Oh, and thanks big guy." She stroked his cheek, almost condescendingly. As Tomko nodded again, and proceeded to leave the room, Trish looked back at Molly. "Well I'd love to stay and chat, but I've got a surprise from my beau. Chat to ya later, Molls." Trish ran off, not wanting to hear another word leave that prudish woman's lips.
The busty blonde had never run so fast in her life. Not just from the ever so obnoxious Molly Holly, but also to find out what the surprise was. The suspense was quickly killing Trish.
A lot of unfamiliar faces would stare at Trish (some of them were wrestlers, but irrelevant enough for Trish to not have a clue as to who they were), but Trish didn't care. They were peasants, anyway. What time would Trish have to waste on peasants? That'd be like Trish giving a peasant like Nidia the time of day…absolutely laughable.
Walking through the corridor, Trish would quickly sped through various doors, until she reached Christian's. Trish had never been so glad to get into her boyfriend's room before. She swore she was about to let out a little squeal of excitement from all the ideas of what her boyfriend's surprise could be.
Opening the door, Trish immediately saw what her surprise was. Christian welcomed her in, with a charming smirk of his…even if that wasn't what drew Trish into the room.
"About time you finally came in babe. For a sec, I was worried you was gonna miss my surprise?" And how could she? Right now, Christian's surprise was all that Trish could stare at. Christian smirked, noticing his lover checking out what, or more specifically, who the surprise(s) turned out to be. "You like?"
"Oh baby…of course I like." Glee filled the vixen's voice. There her surprise was. Chris Jericho…and his little bang buddy, Edge; both of whom were buck naked, and both of whom had their arms and legs tied. Escape for them had been futile. Trish loved what she saw. Now she could extract some revenge on Jericho…again, just for good measure. "Well if it isn't vitamin wee himself." Trish smirked, looking to check every sign of anger that clearly had been conveyed from Jericho. "Oh, don't look so angry Chrissy. You have your little butt buddy beside you." Trish turned to an angry looking Edge, for a couple of seconds, before her attention shifted back to her former beau. "See, Chris? Out of the kindness of Christian's heart, he gave you somebody, so you wouldn't be alone. That's the type of man that my man is. Kind, caring, thoughtful…and oh so sexy. He's everything that you aren't, honey. Take some lessons. I highly recommend it. Maybe then, you'll stop treating that ass of yours like a hooker's vagina and start getting some pussy for once."
"Fuck you Trish. Go to hell." Chris felt more livid by the second, all because of his ex-girlfriend. His fucking ex-girlfriend. Fucking Trish made Chris' life hell for the past couple of weeks. She stole what should have been a victory at WrestleMania…she stole his happiness…she stole his dominance…she stole everything.
"Aww...isn't that just the cutest?" Trish's attention now turned to Christian. "Honey, what did you think?"
"What I think is that piece of trash should shut his mouth about a woman who's out of his leagues."
"Of course I am, baby." Trish looked like the epitome of smug. Chris had never wanted to punch Trish's lights out, prior to this moment. "Don't waste your breath on…that. He's not worth it honey. He probably gets off on hearing you act like the dominant stud that you are." Trish purred, her hand rubbing against the hairs on his chest, slowly traversing to his groin. Trish thought that was what Christian would moan like crazy for…until he gently moved her hand away. She looked confused, and slightly humiliated.
"Not yet, baby. I want them to see the domina-Trish. I want them to be jealous of how I get a hot, dominant babe as my girl, while they just have to resort to fucking each other." Christian smirked. He went over to the corner of the room and searched through his bag to find a sex toy that was quite familiar to Trish. Soon enough, that sex toy would be in Trish's grasp, after Christian had placed it on her palm.
Looking down, Trish was a little shocked to feel a strap-on in her possession. The shock from her face soon changed to a smirk, once she thought of everything she could do with the rubber cock. She looked into Christian's eyes. "Oh, you are so kinky baby." She looked as his tights. Never had Trish wished to see Christian's naked body as much as she did now. "Why don't you take those clothes off, baby? Let's show the dweebs how hot a domina-Trish is."
"Let's do it." Christian grinned. The amount of time it took for him to expose his naked form was minimal. It took the man less than one minute to change into his birthday suit. That's how eager he was.
"Now that is a hot body." Trish touched virtually every part of Christian's body, fondling it to her heart's content. "Chris always was flabby. There's no flab on you, baby."
"That's because I'm all man." Christian said, way too smugly for Jericho's liking. "You should take your clothes off, too. Show them how much of a woman you really are."
"Anything you say." Trish winked. The feminine clothes would soon get slung to the floor. Each type of clothing formerly attached to Trish's body that would get carelessly tossed onto wherever, was a step closer and closer to revealing Trish's nude form, until her panties would get thrown onto the floor. That was the final article of clothing that separated Trish from nudity and non-nudity.
Now that the blonde bombshell was fully naked, she attached the strap-on to her curvy body. Looking at her beau, Trish would soon find it in herself to unleash her inner domina-Trish. "Get on your knees." No baby or honey. Just an order. That was how the domina-Trish worked. The domina-Trish wasn't romantic or seductive; she was dominant and bossy. When the domina-Trish barked her instructions, they were quickly complied with. This case proved to be no exception. "Now suck. Suck that cock." Christian did. His lips would engulf the long length of plastic, ready to put on a show to the two other men (yes…even his brother).
Christian was ardent to display all of his oral talents, as he fervently sucked and slurped on the black piece of plastic that was in Trish's possession. Deepthroating was easy for Christian, considering how talented he was. It was pretty easy for Christian to take the entire cock in his mouth.
Trish usually had a smug look to her, what with the shocking change in attitude, but seeing her beau go to town on the long, black, plastic dick made her feel particularly smug. She felt superior, knowing that she had a man who could actually deepthroat something. Jericho couldn't do that without a gag.
Speaking of Jericho, he was still seething at Trish, and how much of a presumptuous bitch she was. Edge just stared on in lust. Sure he was mad at getting tied up, but hey, a show was a show. Who was he to get mad at that? Edge felt this was Trish and Christian's way of making it up to him. It certainly worked.
Edge could feel a prominent hard-on rise to notability. He licked his lips, looking at Trish's face. Occasionally he'd secretly glance at his brother, but then he'd remember that Christian was his brother, and look back at Trish. Jericho was virtually in the same situation, and he had the erection that Edge also had. The only difference was that whilst Edge focused on Trish, Jericho focused on Christian…even if he peeked slightly at Trish. But only slightly. Not for more than a couple seconds, and when he did look at her, it was purely out of hate.
Trish wasn't focusing on whether the two men were staring out of lust or hate. The bottom line was that they were staring. They were evidently captivated by the domina-Trish, whether they were willing to admit it or not. It was a simple fact that all eyes were on Trish. All eyes had been on Trish since her debut back in 2000, all eyes were currently on Trish, and all eyes will continue to be on Trish until the day she retires.
After a while of gazing at her lover bobbing on the saliva coated tool, Trish decided that now was an appropriate time to introduce a change in positions. It was time to show these two chumps what the domina-Trish was really about. "Stop." And Christian did, after his tongue had briefly twirled around the tip. "Get on all fours, honey. Let's show the dweebs we're just as sexy when the roles are reversed."
"You got it. I love it when a hot babe takes charge." Christian grinned. He did a three hundred and sixty degree turn; his back faced Trish, and he soon got into position. Face down, ass up; just the way Trish liked it.
"What a pretty little hole. So small and tight." Trish looked at Jericho. "You hear that, Jericho? Christian's tight. Tight. Something you could never be." Trish followed that up with a vain chuckle, before pushing the tip of the black cock inside Christian's quivering heat.
The more times Trish made cutting digs towards Jericho, the more that the latter had wanted to break free and beat the snot out of the former. Woman or not, Trish deserved a beating, if not just for that 'holier than thou' attitude she had. Still, even if Jericho did hate Trish with a fiery passion, he couldn't help but to stare at the action transpiring before his eyes. Jericho would be quick to deny it, but he felt a teeny bit aroused from seeing Trish and Christian at work. Thankfully, Chris wasn't the only one.
Edge may have felt aroused watching the blowjob, but seeing Trish as a dominant top made him crazy with lust. That motherfucking rope was what separated Edge from getting a slice of the action. Instead, all he could do was gyrate; to hump the air, as he focused on Trish's dominance.
Trish laughed at the two men. She laughed at how pitiful Edge looked, thrusting into nothing but oxygen. She laughed at how pathetic Jericho looked, trying to hide his blatant erection with a sulk often seen on a prepubescent child's face. These two men were clearly aroused at her dominance. They loved watching her fuck Christian like a little bitch. Trish also loved fucking Christian. She may have initially been sceptical, but getting to hear those moans come out of her beau's lips was something unique. It was pleasurable, getting to hear Christian moan out in something other than dominance. She liked hearing his submissiveness. It was satisfying…no. It was Stratusfying.
Her slender palms squeezed Christian's waist hard enough to turn the area into a bright shade of red, as she thrusted in and out of his tight hole. Through skill and precision, Trish frequently hit Christian's sweet spot, earning a plethora of slutty whines that expressed the utmost delight.
"Fuck babe. Just like that. Just fuck my fucking Canadian cunt like that." Oh the words that would come out of Christian's mouth when there was a dick rubbing against his prostate. Trish would still thrust at his sweet spot; only now she would do so with widened eyes, shocked at how much of a slut her boyfriend sounded.
"Dude, did he just say that?" Jericho's eyes had widened as well, as he looked in Edge's direction. All the anger that boiled in his body suddenly disappeared, after hearing the string of wanton words leave Christian's lips.
"Yep. You think that's bad? Should have heard about what he said to his fucks. Gangrel told me that back in the area, Christian said-" A loud faux cough left Trish's lips. It captured the attention of both Edge and Jericho.
"Don't talk. Do you know how rude that is?" The blonde woman said, with a piercing scowl towards the captured Superstars. "Looks like you both need some respect fucked into you." After minutes of nothing but powerful plunges that rocked his insides, Trish would eventually withdraw from the loosened hole. Looking down at her honey, Trish would bark the next step in establishing the power couple's dominance. Or, more specifically, Trish's dominance. "You go and fuck the slut. I'll get myself some of Edge."
"Babe…really?"
"Yes. Really. I'm not getting myself little pee wee, and do you want your brother, of all people?"
"It's not that. I just thought this would be about us."
"It is, baby. We're just letting the inferiors know what a superior should be." Her smile was worth one thousand words. The emotions had clearly been conveyed through those haughty lips.
"Well, if that's what you want..." Christian shrugged. He looked towards the tied-up Jericho, feeling a sudden wave of aggression rush through his blood. Actually, maybe Trish was right. It did seem like a good idea to let Jericho know how a superior should be able to fuck. Lifting Jericho's legs up, Christian would manoeuvre himself past the rope, gaining easy access to Jericho's pucker.
"Fuck you Christian. Fuck! You!" And Jericho's fury had returned, as pain would surge through his body, as he felt Christian's big dick begin to penetrate his hole.
"I think you'll find I'm the one fucking you, Jeri-whore." The smug smirk on Christian's face was almost as smug as his girlfriend's. If Jericho wasn't in such a precarious position, there would be a brawl right about now.
Edge looked to his side. He wasn't really surprised at Christian's behaviour. Christian always was a pervert…not exactly as perverted as Edge, but a big pervert nonetheless.
"Is there a reason you're not looking at me? You better have a good one." Trish said. Edge could almost feel Trish's scowl; it was that strong.
"Boy, Christian always picks the high maintenance skanks." Edge mumbled, before looking into Trish's piercing eyes. "Should there be a reason? What's the worst you're gonna do? Shove a piece of rubber in my ass? Like that's really gonna scare me."
"Do you really think I'm predictable?" Trish smirked. "Honestly, Edge…in all the years you've known me, you accuse me of being predictable? It's like you never even met me before." The blonde straddled Christian's brother, as she would quickly feel his length enter her pussy. She immediately moaned. "Not bad. Bigger than Jeri-small, but not as big as your brother."
"That's a lie." Edge smirked. "You don't think we measured ourselves when we were teens?" It took a short while, before he would feel Trish's lips reach his pubic hairs. She now had taken every inch that Edge's manhood had to offer, and the feeling was nothing short of sensational.
"What can I say? He's a grower." Trish said, as she began to ride the long-haired man with quite a bit of gusto.
As Trish and Edge would engage in conversation, feeling themselves melt into the pleasurable session of intercourse, Chris would eventually feel the anger in his body reducing as the time passed by. The pain that Christian's cock brought would diminish over time, until Jericho could feel a stick filled with pleasure delve deep in and out of him.
Jericho's words softened, as the pleasure became more intense. Mews of joy would eventually leave his lips, as he felt Christian continue to dominate his slackening hole.
"Fuck me, Chris. Hit it deep." Those were Jericho's last words, before Christian would proceed to locate Jericho's prostate. After that, anything that came out of Jericho's mouth would be incoherent.
"Yeah. I bet you like it like that, you little slut. I knew Trish wasn't lying about you." Even when Christian said something as insulting and degrading as that, it didn't get Jericho mad. Jericho was lost in utter bliss. Since Christian obviously couldn't rile Jericho up, he looked to the side, to see his girlfriend bouncing on his brother's hard cock. It was fucking weird, but hey, if it taught Edge to respect his brother's woman, Christian was fine with it. "Doesn't that pussy just reek of awesomeness, bro?"
"Oh, her pussy reeks of something alright, but it sure ain't awesomeness." Edge smirked back. The angry expression on his brother's face was definitely worth the comment. Looking up at Trish, she still looked to be on cloud nine. Much like Jericho, once Trish's sweet spot was found, it was almost impossible to bring her back to reality.
What Edge wasn't aware of was that whilst Trish eagerly fucked herself on his cock, she used the strap-on to explore her anal cavity. The rubber cock that had been inside her boyfriend's ass was now inside her ass, and Trish was loving every second of it. If this encounter didn't teach Edge a lesson in respect, at least she would get something from the fucking.
"Oh, whatever. You don't know a good chick when you fuck one. I mean, you actually thought Lita was more than just a sloppy fuck." Christian laughed, as he continued to relentlessly drive himself balls-deep inside Jericho's loosening passage. Christian could feel his member suddenly throb. He was almost about to release, and he sure as hell wasn't going to cum inside Jericho. Who knew how many loads of semen had already been launched inside the Walls of Jericho? Pulling out, Christian swiftly stood up, towering the licentious Jericho, who had only snapped back into the real world, once he was aware that a dick was no longer rubbing his prostate.
"What the fuck?" Jericho whined, as he looked up to see Christian's throbbing cock. "I was actually enjoying myself there."
"Tough shit. This lesson is supposed to teach you some respect." Christian said, as he rapidly stroked his cock. Up and down his fist went, as his dick throbbed wilder and wilder, until it throbbed no longer. Looking down into the slut's eyes, Christian felt the ecstasy rush out of him, as his essence covered a good majority of Jericho's face.
As one half of Trishtian had reached their climax, the other was soon to join them. Feeling two big dicks alternatively thrust in and out of her holes, Trish couldn't take much more of this euphoria. When the tip of the plastic dick and the real dick both went as deep as they could possibly go, Trish's limits had been shattered completely. She could feel an orgasm rock her body, as her essence gushed out of her lips, landing on Edge's groin.
Finally, Trish snapped herself back into reality. Edge's broad smirk was enough to creep her out, as she quickly hopped away from the pervert. "What the hell are you smirking at?"
"Your little lesson. I didn't learn a damn thing-" Edge didn't get a chance to finish that sentence. The door to Christian's locker room had unexpectedly swung open, as an imposing figure burst into the room.
"You guys alright? You've been in here for longer than you said you would."
"Just the man I wanted to see." Trish said, as Tyson Tomko walked over to the newest power couple of RAW. "You are our problem solver, right?"
"That's my job."
"Well then, me and Christian have a wee, little problem to solve. Don't worry; it's about as little as Jericho's dick." Trish chuckled, before she stopped herself from straying off-topic. "Anyway, Edge and Chris need a lesson in respect, but these guys just won't learn about it from us. So, could you be a good problem solver and fuck some respect into them?"
"Sure can." Tyson nodded.
"Good. Good. You should take off those pants. I wanna see what you're working with." Quicker than a hiccup, Tomko's bottoms would drop to his ankles, as would his underwear. His large manhood had been unveiled. He must have been ten or eleven inches. It was bigger than Trish imagined it to be. "Shit! You are a big boy." Trish licked her lips. If it wasn't for the lesson that Edge and Chris needed to get taught, Trish would have gladly pounced on Tomko. "Okay. You're good to go. Just make sure you give 'em hell." Another nod, before Tomko brushed past her, over to the two captured men.
Just as Tomko began to tower Edge and Jericho to have his way with the two men, Trish looked at her beau, whilst her beau looked back at her. "I love you, honey."
"Love you too, babe." Christian smirked, as he leaned in, making sure his lips smacked into hers. Trish and Christian engaged in a lustful lip-lock, as their problem solver was in the beginning of solving their problems.
Nothing would ever beat a passionate kiss, whilst knowing that your problem solver was doing his job well.
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Well, I hoped you all liked this blast from the past. This is the first time I've ever delved into smut that revolves around an event which took place nearly an entire decade ago, so I hope this chapter in particular impressed you all. ^_^ I'm a little anxious on how I portrayed Christian in this chapter. Hopefully you all liked how I wrote for him.
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Heath Slater (Bottom)/Jey Uso (Top)/Jimmy Uso (Top)Justin Gabriel (Bottom)/Naomi (Bottom) (Requested by me)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Josh Mathews (Versatile)/The Miz (Versatile)/Naomi (Versatile) (Requested by me)
~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/CM Punk (Bottom)/Dolph Ziggler (Top) (Requested by WWESexyBeast)
~ AJ Lee (Top)/Antonio Cesaro (Top)/CM Punk (Bottom) (Requested by NateAKAMiniPunk)
~ Michelle McCool (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile)/Undertaker (Versatile) (Requested by Rocsana)
~ Bayley (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Kassius Ohno (Versatile) (Requested by phoenix360)
~ AJ Lee (Top)/CM Punk (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Maria (Bottom) (Requested by Vixen With A Shotgun)
~ Brie Bella (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Kane (Top)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by KJ-Slashbug)
~ Chris Jericho (Versatile)/Natalya (Bottom)/Zack Ryder (Top) (Requested by uppy goes puppy)