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Day of Event - January 26th 2014 (Day of Royal Rumble)
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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Roman said, kicking practically everything (and almost everyone) in sight out of anger and frustration. He was so, so close to winning the Royal Rumble and headlining WrestleMania, but no, Batista just had to go and chuck him over the top rope. Stupid fucking part-timer. The only reason Batista was back was because he was Triple H's fuck buddy, when Steph wasn't around.
It didn't help either that ever since Triple H's pet project was receiving far more attention than The Shield, his own bodyguards! Roman could've dealt with Batista returning to the company, but getting tossed over the top rope by Batista? That was what pissed Roman off. Dean and Seth would have gladly consoled their ally over Batista's Royal Rumble victory, if it wasn't for Roman insisting that he needed time on his own.
In fact, virtually every member of the roster would have consoled Roman over his defeat to Batista, if he wasn't so angered by it. Anybody who even sent Roman a sympathetic look earned a deathly glare from the Samoan, at the very least. Roman had even gone as far as to threaten poor Yoshi Tatsu because he was so pissed off with coming so close to winning the Rumble, yet chucked out of the ring at the very last second.
Yet, there was one person who wasn't afraid of Roman, even with the menacing facial expressions of the handsome Shield member: Alicia Fox. Yes, the long-legged Floridian Diva. She strutted over to Roman, unafraid of his angered state.
"Somebody doesn't seem very happy." Alicia said, as she walked over to the Superstar.
"No shit." Roman said, almost growled, at the redheaded woman. "Since you pointed out the obvious, you better know to stay the hell away from me."
"Aww, that's not very nice." Alicia said, pinching Roman's cheeks. "You need to learn to be a little more like me, mister. Be Foxy and Fabulous!" Alicia smiled with what seemed like sincerity. But, as soon as a crew member accidentally bumped into her, the ebony Diva shifted her glance to that poor soul, looking at him with utter disdain. "Watch the hell where you're going!" She said, before her palm crashed into the employee's cheek, sending that crew member to the floor, unknowingly providing a sense of hypocrisy to the Samoan.
"You've gotta be joking with this shit, Alicia." Roman shook his head in disapproval, not even noticing the crew member running away in fear from the redhead.
"What? Why the hell do you think I'm joking?" Alicia asked, her tone just as angered as Roman's. "I am not a comedienne! I'm not here to make you laugh!"
"Good, 'coz you don't see me laughing at that shit." Roman said. "Now I'mma say this once more: leave now. I'm feeling like crap as it is, getting tossed over the top rope by that old fucker."
"I can relate." Roman and Alicia turned around to see a gloomy CM Punk walk in their direction. "Speaking of getting eliminated by old fuckers, you guys surely couldn't have forgot about when Kane threw a temper tantrum and eliminated me just because I eliminated him. Sucks, doesn't it, Roman?"
"…Yeah. It does suck." Roman would've said worse, had this been anyone else. It wasn't to say he liked Punk or behaved differently towards Punk, but like Punk said, the two could relate to each other.
"Kinda glad it happened to me, though. This Rumble was a make-or-break moment for my career. If I won, I would've headlined WrestleMania 30 and continued to make more history, to the point where a Hall of Fame induction was gonna be inevitable. But, that Big, Red Retard eliminating me just made it easier for me to accept that my career simply isn't meant to be anymore. That's why I quit." It was hardly surprising that such a (pipe)bomb being dropped so suddenly would cause both Roman and Alicia to widen their eyes in shock. But Punk just shrugged. "I'm over this business, now. I've been working my ass off for decades, but for what? To lose 'coz some fucked up corporate demon can't handle that I eliminated his old ass? Doesn't seem worthwhile; especially when I've accomplished anything meaningful that there is to accomplish in this industry."
"You're quitting? For real?" Roman asked, tilting his head. Suddenly, his own problems weren't so important anymore; confusion quickly serving as a replacement to his anger. "Shit, Punk. You're kinda making me feel bad for annihilating you earlier with The Shield."
"Heh. Wouldn't go that far." Punk said, cracking a smile for the first time in what must've been hours. "Besides, it ain't totally your fault. Not when you had to follow the Authority's orders. You and the rest of The Shield had to do what you had to do to get on the main roster, right? I know I would've done the same, if I were in your shoes."
"Yeah. Well it was either that or suck Hunter's dick, but there was no way in hell I was gonna degrade myself by taking some fool's dick in my mouth."
"Umm…ahem!" Alicia faux-coughed, capturing male attention almost immediately. "This love-fest going on is cute and all, but you two are forgetting about something very important here…"
"Oh right! I knew I forgot to mention those ice cream bars somewhere." Punk smirked. "Maybe I'll bring it up to Vince; he's bound to get something going, if I threaten to walk out and leave him with less cash in his pocket."
"I was talking about me, you douche!" Alicia said, almost shoving Punk. "Me! Miss Foxy! The Foxy one! The former Diva's Champion!"
"And also the undefined Diva's Champion." Punk said, which got a chuckle out of Roman.
"That is not funny!" Alicia scowled. "That was one time! Am I not allowed that? I should be entitled to one moment! One! One moment! Just one!" The more Alicia spoke, the closer her fingers got to Punk's skin, practically being shoved in his face by the Foxy Diva.
"Looks like you're having another moment, if you keep on flailing like some Airdancer." Punk said, ignoring Alicia's fingers as much as he could.
"I am not having another moment!" Alicia said, crossing her arms and pouting to signify her anger. But then, almost suddenly, that pout was turned upside down, as the Foxy Floridian would direct a beaming smile towards the two Superstars. "I'm too fabulous to have another moment, anyway."
"Well, if you say so…" Punk said, before looking back at Roman. "So anyway, wanna fuck? You're pissed off; I'm pissed off; Alicia's pissed off. What's better than hot, pissed off sex?"
"Heh. Well if you're offering, I'm not gonna deny myself some of that ass." Roman smirked, licking his lips as he looked hungrily at Punk. This definitely could've made up for losing to Batista at the Rumble.
"You better be talking about Alicia's, buddy, because you sure as hell aren't gonna get some of mine. Don't plan on spending my last night in the WWE getting fucked by a Shield member."
"So what? You expect me to spread my cheeks and let you fuck me like some bitch?"
"Wouldn't have put it that way myself, but sure. Sounds fun."
"There's no way I'm letting you take control of my ass." Roman said, although he thought about what Punk said. If tonight really was his last night in the company, then surely it wouldn't have hurt if he went through with this. Only him and Alicia would know, and even if Alicia was a gossip, Roman would like to think that Alicia wasn't the type to keep her mouth shut on sexual experiences. "But, if this really is your last night, I'll ride your dick, as long as I'm in control of it."
"As long as my dick's in your ass, that's fine with me." Punk grinned, before looking at Alicia. "What about you? You up for celebrating the final night of my eight year career in this shit-hole of a company?"
"Aww, of course I will." Alicia said, practically on the verge of tears, as she gave Punk one heck of a tight squeeze for a hug. But then Alicia's mood changed a little, looking Punk dead in the eye with a somewhat stern look. "Just don't say anything that'll offend me, okay?"
"Just as long as your fingers don't go in my face, you don't have to worry about that." Punk smirked. "Now my locker room's right by the corner. Unless you two wanna reminisce on why you're both pissed off, I suggest we go there and fuck like the horny assholes we are."
Alicia and Roman only shrugged at that, as they followed Punk's lead, walking with him to his locker room. The journey was idyllic; no-one in the trio really talked to each other, and there were no members of crew or any wrestlers to disrupt the brief trek to CM Punk's locker room.
Once the three wrestlers would arrive at their destination, Punk opened the door to his locker room, shutting and locking it once Alicia and Roman were inside. Soon the trunks would fall down his legs, reaching his ankles. "Just ignore me, you guys. I'm just getting my big dick hard."
"Well since you're doing that, I may as well join you. It'd be injustice if you was the only one getting your big, fat dick all nice and hard." Roman said, looking primarily at Alicia to entice her, as lust would drip from his voice. Kicking off his black boots and throwing his black wrestling gear to the floor, Roman would stroke up and down the length of his hardening shaft.
"Ooh…this Fox likes what she sees." Alicia said, sinking to her knees, grabbing each cock that dangled before her with both hands. "And it isn't even my birthday, yet."
"Then think of this as an early birthday present." Punk smirked, as he felt Alicia engulf his dick, making the confident Chicagoan moan slightly as his manhood was swallowed up into Alicia's warm, wet orifice.
"Or just think of this as a regular night with me and The Shield, " Roman slowly raked a hand through his long, luscious black locks of hair, feeling Alicia's feminine palm jerk up and down the length of his erection, before she'd suck on it, alternating focus between the two men who towered above her.
"Didn't have you down as the horny type, Roman." Punk chuckled, his lust occasionally seeping out of him, whenever Alicia took enough inches of his hard dick into her mouth.
"What can I say? When I have the whole roster begging to get some, it'd be an injustice if I denied them my goods." Roman said, as the conversation ended there, once the clouds of lust which surrounded both Superstars became too noticeable to contemplate ignoring.
Briefly looking into the brown eyes of the men she fervently serviced, Alicia relished in the masculinity she tasted, slurping on Roman and Punk's erect dicks. The ebony redhead ravenously bobbed her head up and down the two shafts, often reaching each man's pubic region, nestling in their dark hairs.
Using one of her free hands to dip past her underwear, Alicia ardently rubbed her moistening folds, as she felt herself grow wet from the deep, husky moans that were elicited from her oral talents. Her suctions increased in enthusiasm, as Alicia hollowed her cheeks, forcing her mouth to take every inch of Roman and Punk inside her mouth for as long as possible (just not at the same time).
Roman and Punk could feel absolute pleasure, whenever their rock hard cocks was inside the wet warmth that was Alicia's accommodative oral cavity. Alicia's cock-sucking skills were surprisingly impressive, and yet, that was not all the pleasure her body could offer, as the two men would soon realise.
But for now, feeling their dicks grow as hard as they can possibly get, as they both took a step back from the long-legged Floridian, making her raise an eyebrow.
"What gives? I was enjoying that!" Alicia scowled, feeling anger suddenly take over as her enjoyment was put to an abrupt halt.
"I bet you was." Roman chuckled, before looking at Punk. "But I made a deal to some cocky asshole that I'd ride him to celebrate his last night with this company."
"This asshole you're talking about sounds like a real hoot. Gotta introduce me to him some time." Punk said with almost a shit-eating smirk, laying on the floor, his hard cock red with need, as it stood upright, desiring intimate attention. "Of course, that's once I'm done with the asshole I'm about to fuck the shit out of."
"Don't get too cocky now, boy." Roman said, slowly straddling Punk's waist, feeling the head of Punk's dick prod against his tight pucker. "I'm the one doing the fucking around here, even if your dick's in my ass." Roman said, making his small hole swallow up as many inches of Punk's erection as he could initially take inside the taut passage.
"Yeah, 'coz that totally makes sense." Punk groaned in pleasure, feeling Roman's tight ass clench against his thick cock, as the older man used his hands to sensually squeeze Roman's ample ass cheeks. "Nice ass, by the way. If I wasn't retiring tonight, I'd gladly get myself some of that as much as I could."
Hearing all this dirty talk take place between the duo of Superstars sickened Alicia, as she was left to just stand there and watch. Alicia always despised it when she wasn't shown any attention. Alicia always deserved the attention; she was the best Diva on the roster.
Swiftly slinging her clothes to the floor, Alicia would straddle Punk's face, positioning her thighs at each side of the Chicagoan's head; her succulent clitoris hovering mere inches above Punk's lips. Punk could practically taste the arousal that dripped from Alicia's womanhood.
Normally Punk would've had a smartass reply to having somebody sit on his face, but as Punk knew, it was difficult to speak clearly when buried between a wrestler's strong thighs. So, he just got straight to work in orally servicing the Foxy Floridian, slapping his tongue against Alicia's fleshy folds. Punk's tongue had only just made contact with her womanhood, and yet Alicia was moaning as if he had pleasured her for minutes on end. Her string of moans were pitchy, as her hands started to shake slightly, when placed on Punk's muscular chest.
The redheaded Diva could barely make eye contact with Roman, when she felt the masculine tongue finish lapping against the moistening vulva and drove straight for the kill, plunging deep inside the wet passage. Alicia barely acknowledged Roman's presence in the room, instead focusing on how damn good she felt, as Punk's lengthy organ dipped in and out of her pussy at an impressive pace. She could now see why Punk was notorious for bedding many women.
As did Roman, as he felt the bulbous tip of Punk's hard cock dig closer and closer to his prostate. Roman's grunts may have remained reasonably pleasured (as opposed to the shameless pleasure Alicia was conveying through her satisfied moans), and were still deep in pitch, the Shield member couldn't deny Punk's sexual prowess. Punk incorporated the perfect combination of strength and speed into his thrusts, intensifying his grip on Roman's ass cheeks, as the older man edged nearer to hitting the younger man's prostate.
The blend of masculine and feminine groans of sheer ecstasy that were caused only because of Punk's talents fuelled the Straight-Edge Superstar to service both wrestlers to the very best of his abilities, hitting Roman and Alicia's sweet spots at just the right moment. Punk's tongue would swirl around Alicia's dampening cunt, delving deep inside the feminine passage before hitting her g-spot, whilst his cock explored Roman's diminutive heat, eventually managing to stab at his prostate.
That was when the pitch of the wrestlers' moans increased tenfold. Even Roman couldn't conceal his dominance any longer, completely losing his inhibitions as he felt Punk begin to endlessly hit his sweet spot, with each time bringing a higher quantity of indescribable bliss to the horny Samoan.
It was Alicia who was most affected by CM Punk at this moment in time, however, feeling her body almost spasm from sheer pleasure, as her g-spot was practically slaughtered by Punk's expert tongue. Her womanhood was comparable to a waterfall, fluids gushing out of the wet passage. Alicia's juices would only continue to surge out of her pussy, until she could no longer endure the power of CM Punk's lengthy tongue, coating most of it in her release, as certain juices rushed straight past the organ, trickling down her dark thighs.
Once her climax was over with, Alicia hopped off of Punk's face, with Roman eventually following suit. Even if he was close to a release, he could feel Punk's cock start to throb inside his loosened hole, and there was no way in hell Roman Reigns would willingly allow another man to ejaculate inside of him. He wasn't gonna let anybody breed him like he was their bitch, and that included Punk.
"You came pretty quick, Foxy." Roman said, noticing how wet Alicia and Punk's genitalia were post-release. "For somebody who claims she's so underrated, you sure don't give us reason to believe you."
"It was a fluke!" Alicia scowled, embarrassed that she was the first who had completely succumbed to the pleasure of a powerful climax. "I can handle anything you two give to me!"
"Anything, huh?" Roman smirked.
"Are you deaf? I did say anything!"
"Well let's put that theory to the test, babe. Double penetration sound good to you?" Roman said, exchanging glances with the other man in the room. "I think I can safely speak on Punk's behalf when I say we're both close to busting a nut, and there's nowhere better to bust a nut than inside some Foxy holes."
It took a moment for Alicia to consider this. She was risking her pride and her dignity for praise from wrestlers who at least neared the top of the food chain in the Sports Entertainment industry. Would the risk be worth it? Alicia seemed to think so, nodding her head to Roman's request. "This is so not my style, but this better be worth it."
"Oh, you don't need to worry about that." Roman smirked, causing Alicia to scream a little from suddenly grabbing her, placing her on Punk's pulsating dick, helping the ebony woman's ass to swallow up inch after inch of the lengthy shaft. "We'll definitely make this worth your while." Roman said, once he knew Punk's cock was firmly inside Alicia's tight asshole, giving him the perfect opportunity to gain access into the Diva's wet pussy, using the moisture from her orgasm as lubrication to ease the pain.
The control that Alicia had regained when she spoke to Roman was only ephemeral, disappearing once again as she allowed Roman and Punk to control her naked body, choosing the pace and the power of their thrusts inside Alicia's holes. But if this proved why Alicia was deserving to be top-Diva material, then the loss of control would be worth it. She could gain that control straight back by asserting her dominance over other Divas in the ring.
CM Punk and Roman Reigns weren't likely allies; they had never even worked as a team before in the ring, let alone in intercourse. Yet, they alternated their thrusts, taking it in turns when hitting Alicia's sweet spots. Their inexperience as a team was irrelevant; when they had already showed a great amount of teamwork, working together to provide sensual pleasure to the Foxy Diva. And their teamwork evidently worked, through the soprano-esque pitch of Alicia's moans, as the two strong Superstars stretched the size of Alicia's holes through their callous, relentless thrusts inside of her.
Alicia was starting to once again feel the same sense of total perfection stab inside of her when she felt Punk pleasure her with his tongue. Only this time, instead of CM Punk's tongue, she now had CM Punk and Roman Reigns' cocks inside both of her crevices, each cock throbbing and ready to burst at any second.
Cocking her head back as she felt the two thick dicks buried inside of her, Alicia grew used to the sensational feeling that rushed through her veins at the wrong moment. Just as Alicia had already surrendered to her release, it was now Punk and Roman's turns to surrender to the inevitable; both men letting out a vociferous roar of dominance, as they filled Alicia with their thick, gooey load, feeling their cum race inside of her.
After using all that intensity to pleasure the dark-skinned Diva, Roman would eventually withdraw from Alicia's cum-drenched pussy, allowing her to rise to her feet. "Okay. I'll admit it; you ain't half bad. You might just be underrated after all." Roman licked his lips at the naked woman, slowly dressing back into his Shield gear, before shifting his glance towards Punk. "And if I happen to bump into you again, that skinny fat ass of yours is mine."
"Only if it's backstage." Punk said, getting up from the floor he had laid on for the past fifteen or so minutes. "And using skinny fat ass already, Reigns? Don't lower yourself to Trips' standards? You could do better than that…even if it ain't much of a compliment."
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As much as I wanted to base this from the 12th May 2014 edition of RAW where Alicia had her infamous 'moment' and Roman was a babyface, I couldn't since it'd be near impossible for me to bring Punk in and have it make sense. So I just compromised. I based this from Alicia's crazy character and Roman's babyface attitude, but toned it down a little so it still made some sense, and I wouldn't have to explain why Punk had suddenly come back to the WWE, especially with AJ taking a break too^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ 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) (Requested by me)
~ Brad Maddox (Versatile)/Brie Bella (Versatile)/Matt Striker (Versatile)/Nikki Bella (Versatile) (Requested by ColorPuro)
~ Lana (Versatile)/R-Truth (Bottom)/Rusev (Top)/Xavier Woods (Bottom) (Requested by MiniBatman)
~ Batista (Top)/Randy Orton (Top)/Roman Reigns (Bottom)/Stephanie McMahon (Bottom)/Triple H (Top) (Requested by DingoFire48)
~ Daniel Bryan (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Paige (Versatile) (Requested by AJLeeCrazyChicks)
~ Bad News Barrett (Top)/Paige (Bottom)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by 1901)
You can still send requests now! I can still take about 2-3 more from you guys^^).