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Day of Event - March 25th 2002
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Na na na na…hey hey…goodbye…
The chant that blared across the arena saddened her. The realisation that her career was now over saddened her. The fact that her husband and Chris Jericho both showed no interest any more now she was considered alumni saddened her.
Stephanie McMahon was a miserable wreck right now, and the worst thing about this all was that there was nobody she could turn to. Never before had Stephanie missed Tori as much as she did now.
Walking around backstage with a frown on her face, dragging her suitcase as she miserably made her way through the corridors. Seeing all the smug expressions from various members of the roster just made Stephanie's mood even worse than it was before (if that was even possible). Trish and Kane's shit-eating smirks were pure torture to look at, and that wasn't even they didn't even provide the most evil reactions to Stephanie's forced departure.
That honour went to Jazz, storming up to Stephanie with a big scowl on her face (although the scowl wasn't exactly uncommon for her), with her Women's Championship belt draping across her shoulder. "Did I just catch you lookin' at me funny…bitch?"
"W-What did you just call me?" Stephanie's eyes widened, shocked that Jazz would dare try to intimidate a McMahon.
"I didn't stutter, did I?" Jazz wasn't backing down, taking steps closer to the busty McMahon, repeatedly jabbing her finger against Stephanie's shoulder. "What are you gonna do, bitch? Get your daddy to punish me? Too late for that, slut. Your career's over."
"How dare you speak to me like that! I'm a McMahon, you-"
"You finish that sentence, and I'm gonna give your face a permanent rearranging." What was scarier than the menacing tone in Jazz's voice, was her body expression. She looked like she was ready to hit Stephanie any second now (whether it was with her first or her title belt wasn't clear, but both options would've been brutal to take either way)…but she didn't. "You're lucky I'm not gonna waste my effort on a slut who can't sleep her way to a title match anymore. You're pathetic, bitch." And with that, the bitch of the WWF would walk away, with both her scowl and her title belt.
Although an angered Jazz was a damn frightening sight to look at, her words did prompt an idea in Stephanie's head. There was still a chance to sleep her way back into the company, by pleasuring her husband in any way he saw fit. As much as she would have liked to have kept her dignity intact, getting dragged by two security guards in front of millions of viewers whilst having a temper tantrum didn't do her dignity a whole lot of good.
Looking down, Stephanie would muster the courage to face her (perhaps soon to be) ex-husband, dragging her belongings as the daughter of Vince McMahon made her way to Triple H's locker room. Not wanting to be the subject of any more shit-eating smirks from any other member on the roster, Stephanie kept her head down, dragging herself and her suitcase to Triple H's room.
Eventually arriving at her destination, Stephanie knocked on the door, before opening it, shocked to see what was transpiring before her very eyes.
Triple H was naked and filled with bliss, running his hand through Chris Jericho's hair, as the latter orally serviced the former. Chris Jericho, of all people. Not Stacy Keibler or Torrie Wilson or any other hot blonde he could easily have his way with, but his damn rival.
"What the hell are you doing with my man?!" Stephanie asked with sudden fury racing through her body; the question not totally clear whether it was directed to Triple H or Chris Jericho.
"Aren't you supposed to be getting dragged out of the arena by a couple of security guards?" Triple H chuckled, as he noticed Jericho stopped sucking on his erection, looking down to see that the Winnipeg native shifted his glance towards Stephanie.
"Think someone's got her wet panties in a twist." Jericho smirked, continuing to fervently stroke his rival's erect cock, flicking his tongue zealously against the crimson head.
"Is this some type of early April Fool's prank or something, because I do not find this funny!" Stephanie puffed, crossing her arms to signify the anger she felt inside of her. Her plan looked like it was already starting to fall apart, now that Jericho was virtually blocking her from getting back into her husband's good graces, as well as into the company again.
"You being fired or Jericho sucking my dick?"
"Both of it!" Stephanie said, storming her way over to the two men. "What the hell are you two doing together, anyway? You two should be beating the crap out of each other over me! Not…not this!"
"Is that so, princess?" Triple H smirked. "While you was away, me and Jericho put aside our differences for the night, and made a bet."
"Whichever one of us didn't walk out as Undisputed Champion, had to suck the other's dick." Jericho felt no need to say anymore, hence why Stephanie saw his lips attached to her spouse's cock.
"What the hell about me? I could have very possibly walked out of this arena as Undisputed Champion!" The response was initially silence, but upon looking at each other, Triple H and Chris Jericho both broke down with laughter, howling at the idea of Stephanie beating any of them. "What's so funny?!"
"Like hell you was gonna be able to pin one of us? You're just a giant pair of tits." Chris said, chuckling at Stephanie's rage-filled reaction.
"Excuse me?!" Stephanie asked, eyebrows narrowing as she bored a hole through Jericho's head with her intense glare, before shifting her glance to her husband, hoping he'd at least stick up for her. "Did you just listen to him, Hunter? Tell Jericho he's wrong, honey! Tell him I mean more to you as your wife!"
"Well, there was a reason I married you…it just wasn't for the personality." That was when Stephanie realised she wasn't going to get help from Triple H nor Jericho. "Now unless you're here to prove you're worthy of staying in the WWF, the door's that way." It didn't take long for Stephanie to decipher the meaning of her husband's words.
"This is completely unfair!" Stephanie said, nonetheless adjusting her wrestling attire so it unveiled some skin. "I'm the daughter of the owner of this company!" Now Stephanie's left breast was exposed, as she continued to adjust her black costume. "I shouldn't be forced to do this type of stuff to keep my job." Now Stephanie's other breast was exposed.
"I already told you the door's that way, Steph. Nobody's forcing you to get your jugs out." Hunter smirked, as Jericho went back to sucking his cock, although still keeping an eye on Stephanie to see how far she was really willing to go to keep her job. As much as Jericho liked the taste of the dick in his mouth, he liked the idea of a naked Stephanie even more. "Now c'mon. You gonna show more than just those tits?"
"I swear, I have no idea what I saw in you, Paul!" Stephanie continued to display her dissatisfaction through her facial expression, despite continuing to strip from her wrestling gear, until every inch of her naked body was unveiled to her husband (and also Jericho).
"A big cock, duh." The size of the smirk on Triple H's face only got larger when his eyes gazed at Stephanie's exposed pussy. "I got with you for the tits and the cunt, and you got with me because of there's no other cock in this business that could get you screaming like the slut you are."
Chris stopped mid-blowjob upon hearing that, looking up at Hunter with raised eyebrows. "Sounds like you haven't heard the billion dollar trash bag hoe when she's got some Vitamin C inside that pussy."
"How dare you! Both of you!" Stephanie contemplated just putting her attire back on and leaving with her dignity…but her career was too important for her to do that. If somebody had cut Stephanie open, she would bleed WWF. She couldn't handle how empty her life would be like without working for the company. That was made Stephanie stay exactly where she was, not moving an inch further away from the two men. "I shouldn't have to put up with this abuse! I'm the daughter of Vince McMahon! I'm above this!"
"Yet you're still here, Steph. It's like you know the only way you're gonna get your job back is if you sleep with someone." Even though he was talking to his wife, Triple H's glance was focused down at Jericho, as he watched the Canadian hungrily slurp on his thick piece of meat, as if Jericho was addicted to it.
"My father will not be happy with this once he finds out all about this!" Stephanie clearly expressed her disdain with this entire situation, trying valiantly to worm her way back into the WWF without having to use her body…but alas, she was failing miserably. For everything she said, Triple H had a comeback. Now she had no alternative but to sleep her way back to employment with the company (technically that was the reason she visited her husband's locker room in the first place, but to sexually pleasure him was the last resort Stephanie was willing to take).
"But you sure will be, once you have me inside you…for the millionth time." Triple H even thrusted his crotch, to emphasize the point of that sentence. His thick hairs crashed against Jericho's nose, forcing the Canadian to accommodate every inch of his hard dick.
Yet, even as he was enjoying the blowjob Jericho gave him, and the display of nudity Stephanie gave to him, a non-explicit thought suddenly popped into Triple H's head. With all this time spent talking, he finally realised why Stephanie was whining so much: to try and annoy her husband to the point where he'd just give her career back without having to do anything to earn it.
That wasn't going to happen.
Just as Stephanie opened her mouth, likely to protest about this situation once more, Triple H would make sure he would get to speak first. "I know you must be bored, waiting for something to do, princess, so why don't I make you the first member of Chris Jericho's Kiss My Ass Club?"
"Excuse me?!" Stephanie's eyes widened from the sheer surprise of what her husband just said. "You just made that up, and there is no way in hell I'm doing something like that! Besides, Jericho probably wouldn't even want me to do that!"
Although Jericho did relish in the surprisingly sweet taste of his rival's manhood, he couldn't help but to overhear what was being said. Chris Jericho's Kiss My Ass Club, huh? Jericho could work with that. Moving his head away from Triple H's loins, the Canadian smirked in Stephanie's direction. "Oh, that's where you're wrong, Stephie. My ass is just begging for a pair of lips, and what better lips than the lips of a billion dollar hoe?"
That question almost sent Stephanie into a temper tantrum of epic proportions. Her face was red from anger and embarrassment, yet she managed to at least partially conceal both of those emotions. There was no way she'd be able to talk herself back into a job with the WWF, so she may as well just get this over with.
Sighing, Stephanie positioned herself behind Jericho, slowly puckering up her lips, as she cocked her head closer to Jericho's posterior, eventually managing to place her lips against the left cheek of Jericho's thick globes of muscle. It earned a smirk from Jericho, feeling the feminine lips make contact with his ass cheek. "Now the other cheek." Glancing back at the disgusted face of Stephanie, Jericho could see she hated every second of this, eventually managing to kiss Jericho's other thick globe of flesh. "Now lick that hole, princess."
That order was definitely not what Stephanie was expecting. Nowhere did her husband nor the man she managed at WrestleMania mention anything about a rimjob; likely because they knew Stephanie was going to object even more than she was already doing, but even so…no. Stephanie couldn't protest. She knew they'd only continue to mortify her with cruel nicknames and spilling dirt on previous encounters she had with other Superstars.
Closing her eyes, imagining herself to be anywhere but here, Stephanie poked her tongue out at a snail's pace, taking her sweet time until she felt her organ pressing against Jericho's diminutive pucker, earning a cute little gasp from him in response to the eventual contact.
The moment Stephanie eventually worked her tongue inside his tight, little hole was the moment Jericho lost all control of his arousal, feeling himself give in to the temptation of lust, using his hand to physically ensure Stephanie's head would remain buried in his ass.
Jericho had already grown so fond of the tongue that hesitantly entered his taut passage, he forgot about the cock that dangled in his face. Triple H had to slap his manhood against Jericho's cheek in order to snap the latter out of his bliss-filled trance. "I appreciate that you're enjoying my wife's tongue and all, but don't forget the reason you're in my locker room, Jericho."
"Of course you'd kill the mood." Jericho muttered, one hand still keeping Stephanie's head near his ass, whilst the other would wrap around his rival's erect length, stroking it whilst his tongue would flick against the head that gradually began to pulsate. Jericho knew that could only mean one thing. "Heh. Gonna cum already, Trips?"
"Shut up." Hunter grunted, ramming his cock into Jericho's open mouth. "There's a reason I prefer you like that. Now suck it!"
Rolling his eyes, Jericho would bob his head on the throbbing length that filled his orifice. Knowing Triple H was going to climax soon solely because of him was enough to stroke Jericho's ego, slurping fervently on Triple H's dick. He may have lost at WrestleMania; he may have lost tonight; but getting control over Triple H's loins was enough of a victory for Jericho.
The sight of his enemy slobbering on his pulsating cock, blended with the pleasure that came with it, eventually proved too much for The Game to handle, releasing a vociferous roar, as he filled Chris Jericho's mouth with his gooey release. "Swallow." Hunter ordered, his dick staying inside the wet orifice until he felt the Canadian swallow every drop of his semen, even as going as far as lashing his tongue against the tip.
Even after he had reached his climax, Triple H could feel his cock remain erect, as Jericho's tongue trailed around the length, drawn to the strong taste of masculinity. As much as Triple H would have loved to keep his dick inside Jericho's mouth, the former had other plans for this encounter, now that Stephanie was desperate to keep her career.
Pulling out, Triple H positioned himself behind his wife, grabbing her legs so he could gain easy access into her unprepared womanhood. His crimson tip would be forcibly shoved inside Stephanie's feminine passage, earning a muffled scream from her in response.
Stephanie's core being filled by Triple H's thick girth made this encounter even more painful than it already was. The emotional anguish of being ridiculed by two men that she had loved (at least in the past) not to mention the humiliation of having her head buried in a man's ass was almost too much for Stephanie to endure…but if this meant getting her career back, then the emotional and physical suffering of this experience would be worth it.
Thinking only about her WWF career was what motivated Stephanie continue with what she was forced to deal with. Keeping her legs open, so her husband could continue to use brute strength to mercilessly plunge deep inside her heat, Stephanie would also dart her tongue in and out of Jericho's moistening hole.
Raising his ass higher in the air, Jericho almost fucked himself against the feminine tongue; desperate for more pleasure. As Stephanie's tongue slowly delved deeper inside the tight passage, Jericho's lurking climax would become more noticeable.
Eventually feeling the moist organ rub against his prostate, Jericho felt his cock start to throb wildly. The walls clenched against Stephanie's tongue, feeling it explore areas that haven't been explored before. This was where Jericho's dilemma would begin. Should he continue to make Stephanie dart her tongue inside his quivering heat, or make her pleasure his pulsating cock? It took a good minute to reach a decision, but eventually, Jericho released his grip on Stephanie's head, allowing her to pull her head back and get some much needed air.
As the Billion Dollar Princess briefly regained her breath, she could feel Hunter thrust deeper inside of her, stretching the size of her pussy with his swift, intense movements; callously slapping his flesh against hers.
Even though Stephanie initially detested the whole idea of this threesome, Hunter's cock ripping into her core eventually elicited pleasured mewls from her. Despite how rough and relentless his thrusts were, a small part of Stephanie missed this type of intimacy she used to share with her husband.
Pulling her hair back, Triple H continued to hammer away inside her loosening core, ruthlessly hitting deeper inside, getting closer to finding her g-spot and unleashing the notorious slut hidden within the Billion Dollar Princess' bratty façade.
Seeing Jericho sandwich his dick between each bountiful breast that belonged to his manager/ex-manager, Triple H had never been so pleased by Jericho's presence. In his mind, this was the first useful thing Jericho had ever done during his tenure with the company. "This the first time you double teamed Steph, Jericho?" The question may have seemed a little out of the blue, but Triple H was curious to Jericho's response. He wanted to see how promiscuous his wife really was; he wanted to see if she was more than just a spoiled brat.
"Of course...not." Chris chuckled, thrusting his cock into Stephanie's cleavage, watching his throbbing head pop out every now and then. "Me and Kurt gave the Billion Dollar Slut a good spit roast just before Mania." Chris started to moan more frequently, as Stephanie lapped against the drops of pre-cum that dribbled out of Chris' slit. "Think she's enjoying this spit roast a lot more, though."
"You think? Stephanie's probably wet her panties over this threesome more times than I've eaten hot meals." And just as he finished his sentence, Triple H finally stabbed Stephanie's sweet spot, earning a shriek of total ecstasy from the former Diva. His cock throbbed more erratically, just listening to Stephanie's pitchy moans of bliss. "You gonna cum, Jericho?"
"You bet your glory-hogging ass I am, Trips." There was no point denying his inevitable climax. Jericho was feeling the absolute pinnacle of pleasure, fucking Stephanie's big tits, as she licked and even sucked on the throbbing tip of his hard cock.
"Good." Was Triple H's only verbal response, before he would reach his climax once again. Putting all his vigour into pounding his wife's pussy, The Game eventually filled the slackened cunt with his seed, feeling his thick essence surge into Stephanie's loosened core.
Jericho wasn't far behind his rival, letting out a loud cry, as he felt his cum splatter onto Stephanie's plentiful bosom, coating her breasts in white. The Canadian would continue to squeeze the woman's tits until he felt every drop of his gooey seed land on the ample flesh.
Even though Stephanie may not have gotten to experience her own orgasm, she wasn't disappointed by this encounter, mostly because it would hopefully mean she was once again a member of the WWF roster. Glancing at her husband with a twinkle in her eye, Stephanie's facial expression oozed optimism and merriment. "So, honey, how was that? Am I in the WWF again?"
"Well, I'd be lying if I didn't enjoy getting to fuck you…again. And no, you're not." Stephanie instantly looked deflated. That merriment previously conveyed through her face now switched to sorrow and even scorn. "But hey, there's no reason to be so down, Steph. You got me and Jericho working as a team."
"And now you can work somewhere where your giant, plastic titties are really appreciated…the porn industry." Jericho added in, chortling as he joined his enemy in mocking Stephanie.
As rage and disdain filled her insides, Stephanie would make sure these two men would rue the day they decided to mess with the Billion Dollar Princess!
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The most retro chapter thus far! Watching Chris Jericho vs. Triple H vs. Stephanie McMahon for the WWF Championship (I think Stephanie's the only woman to ever do that, unless Chyna got a WWF Championship match, but I doubt it)
Also, as mentioned last chapter, there's a poll on my profile which asks which out of my nine personal requests you'd like to see in a future chapter. If you could do that poll, that'd be great! :) I'd like to thank the people who have already voted so far!
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ Randy Orton (Bottom)/The Rock (Top)/Trish Stratus (Versatile) (Requested by viper'schickkicks)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/Bray Wyatt (Top)/Luke Harper (Versatile) (Requested by this-road-goes-two-ways)
~ Randy Orton (Top)/Stephanie McMahon (Bottom)/Triple H (Top) (Requested by wwe21)
~ AJ Lee (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Dolph Ziggler (Top)/Tamina Snuka (Bottom) (Requested by SuperZiggler)
~ Alicia Fox (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Roman Reigns (Versatile) (Requested by batwolfgirl)
~ AJ Lee (Bottom)/CM Punk (Top)/Daniel Bryan (Versatile)/Paige (Bottom) (Requested by Sociopathic Clown)
~ Drew McIntyre (Bottom)/Lita (Bottom)/Sheamus (Top) (Requested by qxzky)
~ Dolph Ziggler (Versatile)/Fandango (Top)/Summer Rae (Versatile) (Requested by miss wizard of oz)
Four more chapters before I can accept requests again!