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Day of Event - June 21st 2004
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The Rock was on fire tonight! Not in the literal sense, obviously, but he may as well have been, considering how he burned a good few members of the roster (and even some of the members of the Miami Dolphins) with his notorious wit and humorous actions.
Molly Holly; Jonathan Coachman; The Hurricane; Rosey; Tyson Tomko; all superstars who took the brunt of The Rock's comedy, yet they all paled in comparison to the comedy used to mortify Randy Orton.
Not only did Randy verbally receive an ass-whooping, but also a physical ass-whooping. When The Rock didn't insult him, he just kicked Randy's ass instead. In fact, The Rock would've easily humiliated Randy in front of millions, had it not been for the unwanted interference of one Eric Bischoff.
Forcing one of the most popular wrestlers out of the arena in front of his hometown crowd was just an unbelievably stupid move. Like he said earlier, it was no surprise to The Rock that WCW went out of business.
Yet, there was no way in hell The Rock was going to follow Eric Bischoff's orders. Yes, there may have been security to ensure The Rock didn't try anything funny, but could they really be considered a match to somebody like The Rock? Of course not. All security guards who tried to block The Rock's path got a Rock Bottom without any hesitation whatsoever.
Once security was taken care of, The Rock had strolled in without a worry in the world; walking backstage as wrestlers and crew members alike stared wide-eyed, shocked that The Rock managed to disobey Bischoff's orders without automatically getting sent to prison.
Alas for the poor souls who hoped The Rock would pay even the slightest bit of attention to them, their hopes were crushed. The Rock didn't even glance in their direction, looking only straight ahead, as he strutted around backstage. The first (and only) person The Rock really noticed was Trish Stratus, cleavage exposed as she lustfully gazed in his direction. How could a red-blooded heterosexual male not get enticed by such an alluring display of femininity?
"Hey mama. How you doin'?" Rock raised an eyebrow, smirking at the stunning blonde. He had the same charm as Hollywood movie stars and iconic TV characters known for their notorious sex appeal. Even with Trish's love for her man, Christian, there was no way she could ignore an absolute stud like The Rock.
"Hey Rocky." Trish cooed, flicking her long, luscious blonde locks, looking up at the legendary Samoan with a sense of faux innocence. "You know, I've been feeling pretty lonely, after what you said to Tyson."
"Tyson? Tyson Tomko? The jabroni with the eyes wonderin' down to The People's strudel? No wonder you've been feelin' lonely, mama." The Rock said with a smirk, smoothly draping an arm around Trish's shoulder. "That jabroni isn't gonna give you what you need. Baby, what you need is some lovin' from The People's strudel."
"Oh, really?" Trish giggled naughtily, looking up at the taller figure with desire. "Well, it has been a while since someone's made me feel…loved." By the time she ended that sentence, Trish could already feel The Rock's fingers delve down her body, gently brushing past her flesh. "Ohh, Rocky. You're gonna do this here?"
"There any reason not to, mama?" The Rock asked with a smirk, gently parting Trish's thighs with his long fingers.
"You aren't worried about getting caught?" Trish didn't even sound concerned when she asked the question, and truthfully, she wasn't. If The Rock wanted to fuck her, then she'd gladly allow him to, no matter who was watching.
"Caught? Shit. These sonbitches could catch The Rock, and end up with some of his famous strudel in their mouths." Rock smirked, already taking off his vest, exposing his nude torso to the lustful blonde bombshell.
"You know, I don't think I'd mind seeing that, Dwayne." Trish was practically fanning herself over the sight of a shirtless Dwayne Johnson, with his damn perfect body on display. Tyson Tomko could certainly take a few lessons from The Rock. "I think you'll need to show a little more than just that, Dwayne."
"Getting personal already, huh?" The Rock flashed a dazzling grin, continuing to arouse the Canadian more than she already was. "It seems to The Rock that you're hungry for some of his famous strudel."
"Well it seems like The Rock would be right about that." Moving the Samoan's hand away from her body, Trish decided to take some control, positioning herself between The Rock's thighs, teasingly tugging at his denim jeans. "Care to give me some of that strudel, Rocky?"
"All you had to do was ask." The Rock was more than eager to tug at his fly, zipping it to whip out his lengthy, flaccid shaft. "Now let's see how hungry you are, mama."
Even when it was soft, Trish was amazed by the impressive size of the cock that flopped before her. So thick…so long…and so delectable looking. Licking her lips, Trish could wait no longer, cramming The Rock's manhood ravenously into her mouth.
"Oh, holy mama of all things good…" The Rock moaned, his hands eagerly placed at the back of Trish's head, guiding her up and down his hardening dick. "Those fine ass lips were made for my strudel."
Trish could only muffle a response on the cock she so zealously slobbered on, bobbing her head on the long length of The Rock's strudel. God, this was what Trish needed. A man who was able to fulfil her needs; her desires. Christian was injured for over a month now, and Tomko…well he may have been a problem solver, but the recent absence of sex in Trish's life wasn't a problem he was able to solve.
As the Women's Champion slurped eagerly on The Rock's erect shaft, the latter of the two wiggled his body as he took off his jeans, whilst making sure not to disrupt the oral worshiping of his manhood that was currently taking place.
The feminine lips that frequently brushed against The Rock's neatly trimmed base were definitely experienced; the Samoan could easily gather that much. Without expressing even the slightest of difficulty in orally handling such a large cock, Trish managed to take every inch without as much as a minor gag.
Things just seemed so swell and dandy, for both The Rock and Trish, until somebody ended up spotting their explicit display. It was hardly surprising, considering they were out in the open, with one of them fully naked. "What the hell are you doing?" Oh great. Randy Orton. "C'mon Trish. I thought you had better standards than…this." Randy didn't even need to mention The Rock directly to know how furious Randy was at him; the steely side-eyed glare was enough of an indication.
"Oh, you're talking about standards, now, huh?" The Rock chortled. Randy wanted to try and belittle him? The Rock could do one better than that.
"I wasn't talking to you, Dwayne!" Randy's face reddened from anger. Just talking to The Rock was starting to piss him off.
"Tryna get personal with me, Randy? The Rock thinks…" Snapping his fingers in Randy's face, that definitely caught the younger man's attention, to the point where Trish wasn't even in his sight anymore. "Eyes off the strudel, buddy. You can get some once Trish is done, if you want it that bad."
"Excuse me?!" Randy's eyes widened. "I wasn't even looking at your damn cock! I'm not even into cock!"
"Is that so?" Rolling his eyes, The Rock went straight for the kill. "You clearly don't know The Rock as well as you think you do, if you think The Rock is gonna fall for an obvious lie like that."
"It's not a lie! I'm not into cock! I haven't sucked cock in years!" Randy slapped his hand against his mouth in shock! Why the fuck did he have to blurt that shit out in the heat of the moment?
That earned a chuckle not just from his Samoan rival, but also the blonde bombshell who watched this argument transpire before her.
"I guess that explains why The Rock saw your monkey ass nibbling on King Kong Bundy's ballsack like it was the best damn thing you ever tasted."
"That joke was not funny then, and it is not funny now!" Randy was fuming, steam ready to surge from his ears to signify the immense anger oozing from the Intercontinental Champion. "I should kick your ass right now!"
"Just bring it, punk. The Rock would love to give your candy ass a mouthful of fist again!" And just then, The Rock would take a fighting stance, despite being in the nude. His willingness to fight was clearly overpowering common sense.
That was when Trish would intervene. Not to play peacemaker, but to stir the pot. "You know, Dwayne, I'd rather you give Randy a mouthful of that big strudel…if he could handle it, anyway."
Just when the two men looked ready for combat, Trish's words would change all that in a heartbeat. Their glances shifted towards the aroused blonde, giving her a wide-eyed expression that conveyed their shock.
But to Randy, shock wasn't significant at the moment. His pride was being challenged, and there was no way Randy was going to allow his pride to take a bruising, especially in front of the man who had already dealt a fair share of damage towards his pride (and also his ego). "Of course I could fucking handle it! I'm Randy Orton! I can handle anything!"
"Then why don't you prove it, stud?" Trish asked, now looking at The Rock. "Dwayne, would you mind helping Randy out? I promise, there'll be one hundred percent Stratusfaction guaranteed." She winked, gently roaming her arms around his muscular pecs.
"Well when a pretty lil' mama like you makes a request, how could I say no to that?" The Rock's attention would then shift to Randy, once he had finished speaking to Trish. "What's the matter, jabroni? Scared you ain't gonna be able to fit all of The Rock's mighty strudel in that nasty ass mouth of yours?"
"Please! You're not even that big." Randy scoffed, sinking down to his knees, slowly grabbing The Rock's thick shaft, stroking it back to its full hardness. He was lying, of course, but like hell he was gonna stroke his enemy's ego. Once he saw the masculine organ become phallic, Randy flicked his tongue repeatedly against the dark head, before dragging it against the long length of the erect shaft.
"Oh, so you like to tease, huh?" The Rock smirked, looking down at Randy. "Should've figured." Placing his hand at the back of Randy's head, The Rock guided the movement of the younger man's head, ensuring his erection eventually went into Randy's mouth.
Randy may have acted confident about handling The Rock's impressive manhood, but actually handling it proved to be a different matter. Gagging almost immediately, Randy faced some difficulty trying to fit the entire length and girth of The Rock's dick into his orifice.
As Randy got to work orally servicing his Samoan rival, he felt a pair of feminine hands pull down his ring trunks, grabbing his now bare ass cheeks, kneading the firm gloves of muscle, parting them to view his diminutive pink pucker.
Trish admired the view she was given, gazing momentarily at the small hole, before entering the tight passage with her tongue. Burying her head in the muscular buttocks of Randy Orton, Trish would thrust her tongue deep inside the taut passage.
Moaning on the dick that filled his oral cavity, Orton's rivalry with The Rock started to become more and more insignificant in the former's mind, as he would set his priorities on pleasure rather than competition. Randy rocked his hips back against Trish, wanting to receive pleasure from her moist organ, whilst slurping on the lengthy organ that plunged deep inside his mouth, coating it with his saliva, as Randy managed to add to the pleasure he gave to The Rock.
"Yeah. You better know your role and suck The People's strudel just like that." The Samoan smirked, guiding Randy's head up and down his thick member, feeling his climax start to lurk by. "Doing good, jabroni." Randy's oral was improving at a rapid pace. He had went from gagging immediately to deepthroating the legendary Superstar without choking on his cock. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad after all, if not just for sexual pleasure.
By now, lust had completely infiltrated Randy's mind, hungrily slobbering on his enemy's dick as Trish expertly rimmed him with her talented tongue. With all that pent-up anger Randy held towards the professional actor , it was replaced slowly, but surely, with desire. He desired The Rock. Randy could now see the allure in The Rock that many people had seen for years. Looking up at the older man with a twinkle in his eyes, Randy continued to fervently bob his head, occasionally hitting the older man's pubic region with his nose.
The Rock's inevitable release was starting to lurk closer, eventually ready to strike at any moment. As Randy's suctions increased in enthusiasm and zealousness, the actor became more certain that release was going to happen sooner rather than later, and he knew where he wanted his release to take place. "Keep suckin', Orton. You swallow every drop of The Rock's load, and The Rock will give that cock of yours some much needed attention."
Those words proved to be effective, as Randy would continue to slurp and slobber on the fat dick that filled his mouth, whilst also gyrating his hips back against Trish, as she finally found his prostate, lashing against it with her tongue. Moan after moan would be muffled on The Rock's 'strudel', until Randy's wanton moans were the cause of The Rock's climax, feeling the latter's gooey seed surge into his orifice, managing to swallow every drop.
Once The Rock pulled out, Randy flicked his tongue against the dark head, just to prove how the hostility he once held towards the other man had diminished (at least for the moment being). "You actually serious about that?"
"The Rock doesn't go back on his word, kid. Now shove it inside before The Rock changes his mind." Laying down on the ground, The Rock opened his mouth, allowing Randy to quickly ram his erection inside the older man's open orifice.
As for Trish, she may not have been fucking Randy Orton with her tongue any more, but she found something a lot more Stratusfying to do, as she saw The Rock's cock in desperate need of attention. Quickly stripping from her wrestling attire, Trish's naked body was now unveiled, as the Canadian straddled The Rock's waist, using her pussy to swallow every inch of the erect shaft.
This was exactly what the blonde bombshell of the WWE needed, feeling her eyes practically roll inside her head, as The Rock filled her womanhood. People may have called her a slut, but Trish hadn't had sex in a good month or so. She needed this, and she'd be lying if she said this wasn't worth the wait.
Circling her hips, Trish rode The Rock like the Brahma Bull he claimed to be. Slutty little mewls of fucking ecstasy poured out of Trish's mouth, as she felt The Rock's lengthy member plunge deep inside her core, stretching the size of her womanhood through how deep he went.
With his hands squeezing Trish's jiggling ass cheeks, The Rock had full control over Trish, dominating her with his cock, as he thrusted upwards at rapid speeds, reaching her g-spot in a matter of no time. In turn, this also meant that the control he had over Trish, was control lost over Orton. But The Rock was cool with that. He already had his control over Orton, making the younger man swallow his seed. Now it was Randy's turn for some pleasure, that The Rock generously gave to him, as the latter proved his mouth was just as good at sucking cock as it was at talking.
The Rock may have declared his love for eating pie, but if his swift suctions were any indication towards his eagerness of this experience, then Randy could easily come to the conclusion that The Rock loved sucking on a strudel just as much as he did eating pie.
Bobbing his head up and down on the hard cock that barely managed to fit inside the experienced orifice, The Rock coated every inch of Randy's erection with his saliva, slurping hungrily on the thick, meaty cock. The taste and scent of Orton's masculinity helped to make the Samoan briefly forget about any disdain held towards the younger man. Arousal had already taken over Randy's mind, and now it had done the same to The Rock's.
Never usually would The Rock put himself in a submissive role, especially to a man as dastardly and arrogant as Randy Orton, but this was an exception, where hopefully nobody but Trish would know about. But considering everyone in this threesome was fully consumed by the immense powers of lust, it was likely that nobody was really going to use The Rock's orally submissive role as a threat (especially when Randy Orton had that orally submissive role just minutes before).
Alas, the thought of threats was non-existent in this encounter, when pleasure was the sole focus of this threesome. To feel the absolute pinnacle of pleasure, hatred and hostility would be totally insignificant in this encounter. Randy would thrust his throbbing cock inside The Rock's mouth, feeling nothing but only pleasure, and the same went to Trish, who bounced ardently on the cock that edged closer and closer to her sweet spot.
The feminine, melodious moans amplified in pitch, volume and satisfaction (or rather, Stratusfaction), as Trish felt The Rock finally hit her g-spot, and not a second too soon. She was worried about climaxing before reaching total bliss, but thankfully, all that worrying turned out to be nothing. The summit of physical ecstasy had finally been reached, as Trish felt her walls clench around the thick girth of The Rock's manhood, just before feeling her sweet essence gush past his lengthy shaft.
Ready to join Trish in a state of orgasmic bliss, Randy placed his hands behind The Rock's head, using his last bit of vigour to wildly fuck the older man's face, ramming every inch of his pulsating dick relentlessly into The Rock's mouth. As the seconds passed by, Randy was losing his sense of control, thrusting more erratically into the accommodating orifice. Eventually, the erratic thrusts would prove to be too much for Orton to endure for any longer, as he unleashed a loud cry, filling The Rock's mouth with his cum.
Once Randy pulled out, he expected The Rock to swallow…alas, this turned out not to be the case. The moment The Rock felt the younger man's cock leave his mouth, was the moment that the thick, gooey seed would get spat onto the floor. "Hey! What gives? I thought you was gonna swallow that!"
"Since when does The Rock allow himself to swallow a jabroni's cum? If your monkey ass seriously thought The Rock was gonna degrade himself like that, then you've got to be the dumbest son of a bitch The Rock has ever met."
Alas, the hostility had to return sooner, rather than later. Randy may have been angered, but at least Trish wasn't. A fuck was a fuck, and that was one of the best ones she had for a long while. Turns out she didn't need a problem solver for everything.
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Another retro chapter, although this being a couple years more recent. Still pretty depressing though, to think that this was nearly a decade ago! At least now, the WWE are starting to up their game and give the audience some entertainment :]
By the way, the poll is now closed! There was a 3-way tie between Cesaro/Sami Zayn/Paige, Dolph/Miz/Zack/Rosa & Cody/Mojo/Eden, so I chose a random generator and it ended up choosing Dolph/Miz/Zack/Rosa, so that's the pairing that'll happen^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ 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)
~ Dolph Ziggler (Top)/The Miz (Top)/Rosa Mendes (Bottom)/Zack Ryder (Top)
Three more chapters before I can accept requests again!