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Day of Event - April 6th 2013 (Day of Hall of Fame)
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WrestleMania was always a night for returns and celebrations. There wasn't a single WrestleMania that didn't feature either a return of some sort or a celebration. The latest WrestleMania was no exception.
Although WrestleMania 29 may not have arrived, the Hall of Fame sure did, and it was as brilliant to watch as ever. From the announcement of Trish Stratus' pregnancy to the amount of hate Donald Trump received when he came onto the stage, the inductions were captivating and breathtaking to watch. It established why the Hall of Fame was such a glorious event in the WWE's grand history of events and spectacles.
After the final induction had finished, everybody would proceed to leave the room. The fans would all go home, feeling hyped for what was to come the day after, while the talent and alumni would either join the fans in exiting the venue, go back to their locker rooms, or catch up with each other.
Michelle McCool and Layla, better known as LayCool, were gossiping like they did in the good old days, when they had their reign of terror over the other Divas. At least now, they had good enough reason to gossip, considering this would be the last time they would see each other for a long while.
"So Smelly Kelly and Steve Torres have both gone? As in they've left for good?"
"Kelly and Eve, 'Chelle." Layla said, correcting her friend. Layla may have regained a fondness for McCool upon seeing her again, but that didn't mean she wanted to mock the other Divas like a hormonal teenage girl. "But yeah, they've gone. Kelly's done some modelling work, and Eve's off with her man."
"Oh, that is just so typical of them. They got bored of being flavour of the week, so they decided to put their useless booties somewhere else." Michelle rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Lay. I feel kinda bad for 'em. I mean it must suck if you're smelly like Kelly, and if you're a big, giant man like Steve Torres."
"Come on 'Chelle; we're big girls now. We don't need to resort to that, hon, do we?" Layla asked.
"Resort to what, Lay? I'm only tellin' what needs to be told."
"Aren't we past 'em now though? Besides, I gotta tell you about Kaitlyn!"
"Kaitlyn? Oh don't tell me. She's the WWE's office bike." Michelle cackled, until she realised her former partner in crime wasn't joining in. "What? Come on, Lay. It's funny, hence why I laughed."
"I don't find it to be funny, 'Chelle. Kaitlyn's my friend. Besides, AJ's already become the office bike, if you must know."
"AJ? Y'all mean the geek who tried to act tough to Ta-man-a?" Layla replied with a nod. Michelle's cackles had gotten louder than before. "Oh Lay. Y'all is just too funny!"
Layla raised an eyebrow. "I'm not pulling your leg. AJ really is the office bike. She's banged Primo, Hornswoggle, Bryan, Punk, Cena, Kane and now she's leeching on Dolph."
"Lay. When I said stop, I meant stop." Michelle didn't cackle this time; instead sternly looking at the Englishwoman. "Y'all is slowly killing the joke now."
"It ain't a joke 'Chelle!" For crying out loud, Layla had already said it wasn't a damn joke. Was Michelle's ego really this large? Was this woman too busy thinking about herself to properly hear what went in those ears of her? "AJ really is with all these men! You can ask 'Taker. Even he's seen her and Dolph snog!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Michelle was waving her hands around like she had seen somebody commit a crime. "Y'all mean he watched 'em kiss? He better not have enjoyed that sight; he has a wife who's…you ready Lay…"
"FLAWLESS!" Turns out Lay wasn't ready. Lay didn't even join in; only 'Chelle bellowed the word. "Oh for god's sake Lay! What's wrong with you? Y'all totally just missed the timing of that. Honestly, it's like your-" But alas, Michelle didn't get to finish that sentence. A gruff groan would interrupt the retired blonde, demanding the attention of both her and Layla.
"McCool!" Her husband yelled, as he walked up to the members of LayCool, looking at them both (although more specifically, Michelle). "Time to leave." He sounded dominant. He struck fear into Layla just from the tone in his voice. Michelle wasn't intimidated, however. She was used to it.
"There you are 'Taker! I got some questions for y'all!" Michelle looked at Layla. "Thanks, hon. We have to catch up and be flawless some other time." And with that, Michelle just sashayed away from Layla, leaving the little English lass on her own. Storming over to her husband, Michelle wasn't going to shy away from venting out her frustrations to him, based on what she heard from Layla. "Y'all have some nerve. You know that?"
"Why do you say that?" The Phenom of the WWE looked confused at his wife's words.
"Don't act like y'all don't know. Lay told me all about when you watched some other couple kissin'."
"What are you going on about?" Okay. Now 'Taker was really confused. "I have no idea what you mean."
"Stop actin' dumb with me, honey. We both know exactly what I mean." Michelle inched closer to her man. "I know y'all are lookin' for a threesome, or somethin'. Last time y'all was starin' around, y'all wanted to have a threesome with me and Lay."
He did end up having a threesome with LayCool. For women who acted like high school bitches, they sure knew some tricks that wouldn't even enter a high school girl's mind.
"Look, honey. All I'm askin' for is a threesome of my choice. Y'all got to have me and Lay. I want you and another guy. It's only fair baby." Michelle said, her eyes almost innocently looking up at her husband's.
It wasn't really what he wanted to hear. He didn't want to have a threesome with another guy. He didn't want to touch another guy…but Michelle had a point. She did something he wanted badly…now it was time for him to repay the favour. "Fine. Don't think I'll like this, though."
"Yay! Thank you baby." Michelle cooed, as she happily squeezed her man tight, to express her gratification. "I'll go and find somebody! I'll drag 'em back to y'all locker room, if I have to. I promise y'all, it'll be flawless!"
"I'm sure you will." 'Taker grumbled to himself, before looking at his wife. "I'll meet you in my room." He said huskily, as he left Michelle to do her thing.
The former Women's Champion strutted her stuff, going on what she would like to call a "Man-Hunt", hunting for the most flawless man she would see in her search, to join her and her husband in a threesome filled with hot, sweaty, passionate sex. She often went on those type of hunts, back in the glory days that were LayCool's reign of terror.
Michelle's eyes scanned everybody in the room. Which man could handle a threesome with (arguably) the most flawless Diva to ever grace the WWE and (arguably) the most iconic man to ever grace a wrestling ring? It was certainly a big ask, but somebody would have to be good enough to join such elites.
As she stealthily walking around, not wanting to get distracted by a fan of hers (be that a wrestler or one of her many adoring non-wrestling fans), Michelle made it her mission to find the best man available. Her hunt was already off to a flying start; she would soon find men pretty much everywhere.
The first man Michelle laid eyes on was Dolph Ziggler. She didn't like Ziggler anymore. Too many bad memories from WrestleMania 27, where he made her lose to Snooki (well that was what was in her mind, anyway). He didn't deserve to get her flawless pussy.
The Miz? No. Too chubby. He reminded Michelle of Piggy James (just without the vagina and the tacky clothing). They both even had big tits.
Wade Barrett? No. He'd demolish poor Michelle. One domineering man was enough. Another domineering man added into the mix, and Michelle would fear she'd get snapped in half.
Sheamus? Now there was a good man. He didn't make Michelle lose to that vulgar little Jersey Shore midget, he wasn't fat, and he wasn't too bossy. That, combined with his impressive win/loss record, made him a perfect candidate.
Strutting up to the Irishman (who was already in the middle of a conversation with Randy Orton), Michelle made sure to put on her best seductive face.
"Hi Sheamus." Michelle purred, as her Southern drawl was fully exposed to the two men surrounding her. She completely annoyed Randy, who was standing next to the redhead.
"Oh wow! Look who it is Randy!" Sheamus said, with a broad grin on his face, as he looked at the tall blonde. "Michelle McCool! How are ya, lass?"
"I'm just as flawless as the last time, duh." Michelle said, like it was the simplest question she could ever answer. "I wanna show you something." The high-maintenance blonde looked at Randy. "Away from snake boy over here."
"Oh really, and what would 'Taker think if he heard yeh say that?" The pale man smirked, before looking at his tanned partner for tomorrow's match against The Shield. "Sorreh Randy; looks like ah'm needed."
"Fine. Whatever." Randy said emotionlessly, before Michelle practically dragged Sheamus away from Orton and everybody else in sight.
"So lass, what exactly have yah got on yeh mind?" Sheamus asked, as him and Michelle walked aimlessly; in Sheamus' mind at least.
"You. Now I don't wanna spoil the surprise, so if y'all wanna know what it is, y'all better move faster, mister."
And Michelle got exactly what she expected. Although Sheamus didn't verbally reply to the comment, he did exactly what Michelle said: move quicker. Sheamus didn't run, but he did notably quicken the pace of his walking, so that he would go to wherever Michelle wanted him to go a heck of a lot quicker.
They wouldn't have to walk much longer, much to the relief of Sheamus. It was agony having to walk with a woman in total suspense. He wanted to know what McCool had stored for him, but she wouldn't say anything. Her lips remained sealed.
When Michelle and Sheamus finally arrived at their destination, they knocked on the door, waiting to be let in. Sheamus found it odd that Michelle had to knock to get into a place she had planned for her and Sheamus…but oh well. It wasn't like Sheamus going to regret this or anything…
…and then he saw The Undertaker open the door. 'Taker didn't look happy. Holy shit.
Was this what Michelle had in mind for Sheamus? For the Irishman to get beaten black and blue the day before his big WrestleMania match? Sheamus knew Michelle was an evil witch; but he never knew that she was just as evil in her retirement days.
"C'mon! Y'all ain't coming in?" Michelle said, before pushing the Irishman inside. Once Sheamus was in, Michelle made sure to lock the door, blocking any sign of escape for the muscular redhead. "Now, I've been wantin' this for a very…very, long time. So y'all better not disappoint." Michelle said, purring as she began to touch the fabric of Sheamus' clothing, whilst her husband watched with an angered glare.
McCool was expecting the Irishman to purr far louder than she was from her sensual touches, but alas, that was not the case. Sheamus didn't even moan at all. His body was rigid, and his sight was solely focused on Undertaker. It took a few moments, but Michelle finally realised why Sheamus wasn't reacting the way she wanted him to react.
"Oh c'mon! Don't tell me y'all is chickening out of this. This is what me and 'Taker want from you!" Michelle said, as her hand brushed against his hardening erection. Sheamus looked even more shocked now than he did before, if that was even possible.
Sheamus may have still been surprised by what was going on, but at least his body wasn't so stiff. Michelle could dip past Sheamus' clothes, and not feel so tense because of how tense Sheamus was. Grabbing his thick Irish cock, Sheamus let out a soft sigh of pleasure. He didn't want to be loud, just in case 'Taker would kick his ass for it; he wasn't going to take Michelle's word just yet, without proof.
But then strangely enough, proof would appear before Sheamus' very eyes. Michelle barked for her husband to get to where she and Sheamus enough, and he hesitantly complied. Slowly, Undertaker would stand beside Sheamus, as a menacing scowl was etched on his face.
"Don't worry 'bout grumpy pants. You'll just have to get in the mood." Michelle said, as she fidgeted with the zipper on Sheamus' bottoms, before finally tugging the zipper all the way down, allowing Sheamus' raging erection to spring out.
"How?" It was the only word that could properly leave the Irishman's lips. Any other sound he made was quiet murmurs of pleasure.
"Suck his cock; that usually does the trick."
Well, if it got the angered husband of Michelle McCool calmed down, Sheamus would be eager to do it. Looking up into the intimidating eyes of Michelle's husband, Sheamus nervously grabbed the zipper of the older man's bottoms and slowly tugged it down. Slowly…slowly…Sheamus would muster the courage to whip The Undertaker's member out. It was fucking huge.
"Jesus feckin' christ!" Sheamus' eyes almost widened to the size of the penis he was looking at. It was that astonishing. "Fella, there are feckin' trees in Ireland smaller than that cock!" An exaggeration, but it clearly showed the shock of the redhead, after looking at a cock which must have been twice the length and width of his own shaft.
"Oh for God's sake, Sheamus. Just suck on the damn thing already." Michelle said, rolling her eyes, as she began to take in Sheamus' manhood with ease. Michelle could manage her husband's gigantic tool, so why couldn't Sheamus? Were all Irishmen such drama queens?
Just suck on the thing? Was Michelle not aware of how big that dick was?! Sheamus had never even seen anything that big in his life, let alone suck on something that size. Still, there was a reason as to why Michelle (and 'Taker…apparently) wanted Sheamus in here. Sheamus just wasn't going to let them down like that.
"Ya might have to pardon meh if ah can't take the whole thing." Sheamus timidly said, before he made an attempt to take in that gigantic phallus inside his mouth. Of course he couldn't fit all of it in, but he managed to fit in just under half the length, before he would gag. That was pretty good, considering how little of the Dead Man's cock Sheamus expected would fit inside his oral cavity.
Michelle's words actually looked to be true. When she said a blowjob would make him better, she really wasn't lying. The Undertaker didn't have such an intimidating presence when his cock was getting sucked. Sheamus didn't feel so nervous around 'Taker when he was orally pleasuring the older man. The Irishman began to bob his head up and down the cock more freely, even taking in a little bit more with each bob.
The Phenom of the WWE moaned. This experience was already turning out to be much better than how he thought it would turn out. Sheamus was (literally) sucking the negativity out of the future Hall-of-Famer, and 'Taker was beginning to love every second of this. Even if Sheamus didn't suck cock as well as Michelle, Sheamus was still better than most who tried.
Speaking of Michelle, her oral was just as flawless as she was. The long-legged blonde would deepthroat the meaty white member with ease. All that time spent mastering the arts of oral pleasure on her husband really was useful.
Michelle wickedly bobbed her head up and down, often nestling her dainty nose against Sheamus' thick orange hairs which crowned the base of his shaft. Not once did the talented blonde let off even a minor gag. She was just that damn good with her mouth.
As time went on, and as Sheamus sucked and slurped on the huge cock, 'Taker could eventually feel that huge cock of his start throbbing, as Sheamus sucked up and down the length, occasionally close to reaching the base of the incredibly lengthy shaft. The throbbing would become more and more erratic, until 'Taker just couldn't take the chance of keeping his dick inside Sheamus' mouth for any longer, in fear of an early climax.
"On all fours. Now." The Phenom really was a man of few words. Even with so little words leaving his mouth, Sheamus knew exactly what the big guy meant. He wasn't going to let such an established legend in the wrestling industry down. Quickly moving away from the blonde and her addictive oral cavern, Sheamus would get into position as swiftly as he possibly could. The articles of clothing carelessly getting thrown around the room as Sheamus would get on all fours, exposing his small little baby pink hole to the horny man.
Sheamus certainly did have a delectable little hole. It was a bit of a shame that 'Taker wouldn't feast into it, but Sheamus' ass looked like it was made to take a fucking, not a rimming.
As The Undertaker would fling his clothes everywhere in the locker room just as thoughtlessly as Sheamus, his erection would continue to throb. It needed a hole to fill, and it would need one quickly.
Sheamus' hole was beginning to quiver at the long-ish wait. Just like 'Taker needed a hole to fuck, Sheamus needed his hole to get fucked. It would be a short while longer, but thankfully, both of those problems would get taken care of. The Undertaker finally found an ass to squeeze his dick into, and Sheamus would finally get a massive cock inside of him. It was a win-win situation for these lustful men…and also for Michelle.
Watching her husband sink into the depths of another man's asshole was what she had wanted for a long time now, but it was also something she never got to witness (until now). Seeing Sheamus moan like an obscene whore because of her husband's cock turned the leader of LayCool on. Even she couldn't fight the temptation to slip a moan into the atmosphere for much longer, as she watched the action transpire before her.
It only took a few deep plunges from The Undertaker to turn Sheamus from a low-pitched, husky man into a high-pitched, shrill slut. Sheamus couldn't endure such a large cock inside of him and not exhibit some wanton desires. He just had to express his joy with mewls that would make the most sultry of porn stars turn green in envy.
But that wasn't anything. Oh no. Those shrill moans would become far more shrill when 'Taker would ultimately reach the Irishman's prostate, striking at it. Feeling the thick mushroom head shatter such a sensitive spot was enough to drive Sheamus crazy. His words were unintelligible, and his moans went high enough to match a soprano.
That was what drove Sheamus crazy. What drove The Undertaker crazy was listening to the pleasure that the redhead fervently expressed through his vociferous mews and his licentious words. The Undertaker just couldn't expand his limits any longer. He had reached them, and now there was no way he could delay an orgasm for any longer. All that the Dead Man could do was to roll his eyes back into his head, as he felt an explosion rush inside of Sheamus' passage. Upon withdrawing from the loosened hole, 'Taker saw thick streams of white flow out of the pale man's hole. What an amazing sight. Now he realised why Michelle was so desperate to have this threesome. To feel such pleasure. To feel such-
Oh yeah. Michelle. How could 'Taker forget about his lovely wife? Looking over to her, she was now just as naked as they were.
"Honey. Get over here." Michelle cooed. She used a finger to practically reel 'Taker into her direction. The Phenom would literally go from one hole to the other; going from pounding Sheamus' milky white ass into oblivion, to penetrating his wife's perfect pussy. Getting to feel his cock make a snug fit inside that flawless cunt was enough to give the older man another rock hard erection, as 'Taker now began the process of ramming his gigantic length inside his wife's heat.
The former wicked witch of the WWE would relish in this type of pain. Michelle wouldn't dare go through a round of whatever Beth Phoenix (the "Man-a-zon" as she had so wittily nicknamed her) could physically hurl at her, but she loved the feeling of her husband's dick inside of her. Her man's dick rushing past those clenching walls of hers. That feeling beat any feeling Michelle felt from her tenure as a wrestler.
Even as the Dead Man would powerfully plunge inside his wife, Michelle couldn't help but to notice the lone Irishman through the corner of her eye. She didn't want to leave him out of this; that wasn't what this threesome was supposed to be about. Stealthily using her fingers to lure Sheamus in, Michelle made sure not to get caught by her husband. She wanted this to be a surprise he'd remember for a long time.
Slowly, nervously walking to the legendary wrestler, Sheamus mentally debated with himself whether this was a good idea or not. Whether lust was enough to ruin his professional relationship with a legend in the industry. And then he saw 'Taker's hole. 'Taker's little hole. It was even smaller than Sheamus' hole.
And then Sheamus inserted the tip of his fat dick inside 'Taker's hole. That feeling was already one of the best feelings he had ever felt in his entire life. This ass was incredibly tight. Definitely the tightest Sheamus had ever gone inside. Perhaps 'Taker was a virgin. It would make sense, considering the dominance The Undertaker had over every damn wrestler on this planet.
'Taker was definitely shocked to feel something unexpectedly delve inside his pucker. The amount of men that went inside of The Undertaker's hole in the two decades he had spent in the WWE could be counted on a single hand. Still…it wasn't a bad feeling by any means. Painful, sure. But it was nothing The Undertaker couldn't withstand.
Michelle's pussy was definitely helping 'Taker cope with this temporary loss of dominance. The Dead Man may have still been dominant around Michelle, but he lost his dominance around the Irishman the second that the latter would bury his pale length inside the former's diminutive ass.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The only sounds which filled the atmosphere were the sounds of thrusting. The sounds of balls clapping against parted thighs. The sounds of husky grunts filling the large room. The sounds of pleasure leaving their lips.
The Undertaker had already came inside Sheamus; now it was time for Sheamus to return the favour. It was a damn shame he didn't get to spend too long inside such a tight hole, but it was better that he spent a short amount of time rather than no time at all. Hammering away at the Phenom's passage with all the time he had left by his side, Sheamus would soon feel a white-out take control. His thick, gooey substance would surge inside 'Taker, filling that small heat with his essence.
Now that was a damn accomplishment. Not only would Sheamus get to fuck a legend in this business; he would also have the privilege of cumming inside of that legend. It seemed like a dream…yet it was still reality. Sheamus realised it was reality when Michelle shooed him away.
"Go now. Leave. Don't come back, Casper. Y'all keep that door shut." And that Sheamus did. Once he would re-dress himself, he was out of that door faster than a hiccup.
Even with the third person gone from the room, Michelle and her husband were still as aroused as they were before. 'Taker never stopped thrusting in Michelle, and Michelle never stopped moaning because of her husband's big dick. Because that was how they expressed their love. That was how they knew they were destined to be together.
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Hope you enjoyed! You know, I'm a little surprised that considering Michelle and Mark have been married, they don't have many fics about them. *shrugs* And just a notice that you're probably already aware of but something I want to clarify; I will still write alumni (such as Michelle McCool) as if they were their WWE Character. So if Michelle seems bitchy in this chapter, that's why.
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~ Bayley (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Kassius Ohno (Versatile) (Requested by phoenix360)
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