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Day of Event – May 4th 2014 (Night of Extreme Rules)
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This match was supposed to stop Rusev's domination. This match was supposed to save America from embarrassment. The match was even in their favour, yet R-Truth and Xavier Woods got slaughtered by Rusev before the bell even rang. Not even Naomi and Cameron wanted to speak to them, out of sheer embarrassment (well mostly Cameron; Naomi was hesitant, even if she did manage to avoid speaking or even looking to Truth and Woods).
"Truth?" Xavier said solemnly, resting his hand against his head, sitting on the bench in his friend's locker room.
"Yeah, dawg?" Truth responded, his voice filled with just as much sorrow as his friend.
"It can't get any worse for us, right?" Xavier asked, hopeful that it would get better for him and Truth; that they couldn't fall any lower as a team than they were right now.
"I dunno, man. We can only hope." Truth said. "Rusev was tough anyway, you get me? It ain't so bad losing to a freak of nature like that."
"Yeah, I guess. It just…it's just kinda embarrassing for the two of us to lose to one guy before the match even begun."
"Yeah, I know where you comin' from, dawg." Truth muttered. He definitely wasn't going to sleep well tonight, but hopefully he and Xavier would be able to avenge their loss against Rusev someday.
But a loss was just that: a loss. And losing to somebody as dominant as Rusev wasn't nearly as embarrassing as losing to most of the other Superstars on the roster. Truth was already starting to feel some optimism again, and he'd do his damn best to make Xavier feel the same way. "Ya know, Woods, it ain't all that bad. Losin', that is."
"I know it ain't the worst thing in the world to go through." Xavier shrugged. "But it sucks that we had to lose the way we did, man. Didn't exactly enjoy getting slaughtered by Rusev before the bell even rung."
"I understand that, dawg, but at least now, we can motivate ourselves to shock da world!" Truth said, sitting next to Xavier. "We just gotta make sure we don't give up yet!"
Mentally processing what Truth had just told him, Xavier hated to admit it, but Truth was right. A small part of him wanted to sulk and wallow over what happened at the PPV, but Xavier couldn't stay depressed for too long, when just the thought of motivation raised his morale.
Before Xavier could even respond to his partner, the door to R-Truth's locker room burst open, with two imposing figures emerging from it.
"внимание! (Attention!) You Americans are embarrassments." The thick Russian accent clearly gave away Lana's identity, as the stunning blonde walked closer to the men Rusev had just defeated with ease. "Even when the odds are in your favour, you still cannot get the job done. Pathetic. This is why Rusev is like Russia, the new superpower of the world!"
"What the hell are y'all doing in here?" Truth said, getting into a defensive stance, as did Xavier; the two men readying themselves in case Rusev was going to attack them. "Look, ya boy got the win tonight over us. Isn't that enough for you?"
Lana scoffed at this. "Your stupidity makes me laugh." Lana stepped forward, as did Rusev beside her. "You Americans give up too easily. It makes you look even more pitiful than you already are." The Ravishing Russian looked to the side, eyeing up Rusev. "Screw them!" Her voice was powerful, the domineering tone present in Lana's speech, as Rusev seemed to perfectly understand that instruction well enough to tackle R-Truth straight to the floor. Xavier could only watch in horror, not wanting to get beat down like he did at the Pay-Per-View.
"Hey! What the hell are you…" Xavier was so astonished by seeing Rusev tackle his friend, that he didn't even know what to say to the beastly Bulgarian. Instead, he hoped Lana would make Rusev see sense. "Lana, your boy got the win tonight. What more could you two possibly want from us?"
"Shut up!" Lana yelled, as she saw Rusev yank his shorts down, exposing his massive shaft.
Truth couldn't help but to gasp at the sheer size of the cock that dangled before him, but unfortunately for the older man, his opened mouth gave Rusev the perfect opportunity to mercilessly ram his cock into Truth's orifice, whilst Xavier could only watch in horror, whilst trying to deal with Lana.
"Lana, please! Do something to stop—" Xavier was quickly silenced, when Lana forced his hands against her tits, forcing his dark palms past her business dress so he could properly caress her bare breasts.
"Shut up!" Lana repeated herself; something the Ravishing Russian definitely didn't like doing. "If you do not want to be crushed like your pathetic American friend, then you will not make me have to repeat myself once more!"
It was a tough ordeal for Xavier to swallow, not being able to help his friend out without getting demolished by Rusev, but hopefully pleasuring Lana would mean Rusev wouldn't be so brutal with R-Truth. Xavier could only hope…
For now, Xavier reluctantly focused on Lana, his fingers twirled around Lana's hardening nipples, occasionally focusing elsewhere on the Ravishing Russian's mammaries, sensually squeezing her soft, supple breasts. Xavier desperately wanted to make a plea, but he knew that'd only anger Lana, making it more likely Rusev would snap R-Truth like a twig. So, he just kept pleasuring her body, running his hands over her areolas, before looking into Lana's eyes. "Lana…can I, um…take your tits out of this dress?"
Lana looked down on Xavier for the moment, thinking about her answer. He wasn't worthy of seeing both of her breasts, but she did want more pleasure than what she was getting. "…Very well, but only one of them. Your pitiful eyes aren't worthy of seeing оба моих грудей (both of my breasts)."
Truth may have only been able to hear the conversation between Xavier and Lana, but even from that, he could tell Xavier was in a far luckier situation than he was. Anything was better than being brutally face-fucked by Rusev.
Having the Bulgarian's dick stretch his orifice made Truth gag every other second. Truth wasn't used to this type of brute force inflicted upon him in such a lewd manner. Truth did place his hands against Rusev's thighs, to try and tell Rusev not to go so rough on him, but that only made Rusev angrier; more aggressive.
Now that Lana didn't have control of Rusev's behaviour for the time being, the Bulgarian knew he was free be as forceful as he wanted with Truth, as he repeatedly slammed his cock into Truth's throat, almost making Truth choke on the massive dick that had been mercilessly rammed inside his mouth.
It was bittersweet for Truth when he finally felt Rusev's cock leave his gaping mouth. It obviously felt good that his mouth wasn't ruthlessly stretched by Rusev's massive manhood, but when he felt Rusev yank his baggy jeans off of his ankles, that was when Truth started to panic. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going to happen next.
To make matters worse for R-Truth, Rusev had rammed his shaft inside Truth's hole so quickly, that Truth didn't have enough time to properly react to the sudden pain in his pucker, when he felt Rusev's saliva-coated cock forced inside the tight heat. Expectedly, Truth yelled in sheer pain, hoping desperately this would be over soon.
Even Xavier cringed, and he wasn't the one having to deal with a forceful Rusev. He was in a far more fortunate situation than his partner was right now, pleasuring Lana by sucking on her tit, swirling his tongue around Lana's moistened nipple.
Considering Lana only had one of her breasts exposed to Xavier, it was harder for the rookie to properly pleasure her. Xavier did try to bring Lana's other breast out of her dress, but the Ravishing Russian made sure that didn't happen, slapping Xavier's hand away, and just for good measure, slapping Xavier in the face.
Lana was clearly a powerful woman. She knew what she was doing, and by the end of this encounter, both R-Truth and Xavier Woods would both be lying on the floor, victims of Rusev's power. But for now, she played it strategically. She distracted Xavier with her body so once Truth ended up unconscious, he would follow suit.
And by the looks of things, it wouldn't take long for Rusev to be done with R-Truth. The beastly Bulgarian had already spent so much time inside the rapper's mouth that his throbbing cock was ready to explode, if he would continue to feel nothing but the immense pleasure he currently felt through loosening Truth's diminutive pucker.
Rusev callously slammed his shaft inside Truth's slackening passage; his intense thrusts quickly managing to stretch the size of Truth's little hole. It was clear from the strength of Rusev's thrusts that this European was just as strong in the ring as he was inside somebody else's.
And despite Truth's insides clenching against his thick cock, Rusev was able to jab at Truth's prostate surprisingly quickly. It was what made Truth suddenly fonder of this encounter. Not fond, because of all the pain Rusev had put him through, but now that he was starting to feel pleasure from Rusev's dick, Truth did enjoy this session of intercourse just a little more, which was evident through the satisfaction that seeped out through his moans.
Truth's legs spread wider (this time voluntarily), allowing Rusev to bury his manhood even deeper inside the older man's heat. The relentless pounding Truth had taken was starting to become enjoyable, but that feeling of pleasure ended all too soon, when he felt Rusev unleash a domineering roar, a vocal warning before his climax would occur, filling Truth's battered hole with his thick cum.
Lana licked her lips, knowing that her man had spent every last drop of his release inside of R-Truth. It made her a little jealous seeing that, but the jealousy quickly faded, when Lana would get Rusev following her orders. "Rusev…crush!" Her fist rose high in the air, as Rusev inflicted a barrage of pain upon R-Truth, as Rusev would smack the consciousness out of the American with his large fists, until Truth just laid there on the floor, unable to get back up.
Xavier obviously was upset by that. He hoped pleasuring Lana would prevent his buddy from getting hurt, but that evidently wasn't the case. It angered him…it made Xavier mad…screw it! Xavier couldn't just stand by and watch his friend get slaughtered, even if it would end up with the same results as the 2-on-1 handicap match earlier in the night.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Xavier said, focusing solely on Rusev, the man who had just beaten R-Truth into a brief state of unconsciousness. "I don't know what type of man you think you are, but a real man doesn't pull something like that!"
"Silly boy." Lana chuckled, adjusting her dress so her breasts would stay obscured by the clothing she wore. "Rusev is more of a man than you and your pathetic friend ever will be."
"Oh, you think this is funny?" Xavier said, way too angry to believe that Lana had the audacity to laugh at a time like this. "If you think this is what a real man does, then you're damn mistaken! You're nothing but a heartless—" Before Xavier even had the chance to finish that, Rusev put him in a chokehold, squeezing the oxygen out of Xavier's body.
"Idiot." The stunning blonde smirked at Xavier, seeing the life pour out of him. "You are a perfect representation of America. Russia slaughters your pathetic country, just like Rusev slaughters you and your pathetic friend. America has gone soft and weak, just like its citizens, and this is the price you pay for your weakness."
Xavier wanted to make a comeback at Lana, or even just escape from Rusev's grasp, but the longer Rusev's chokehold went on for, the less likely it was that Xavier would even stay conscious. The consciousness started to slip away, but Xavier made sure that would Rusev and Lana would pay for what they had done not just to him, but to R-Truth, his closest friend. The handicap match was one thing, but this had completely crossed the line.
But for now, Xavier was dropped to the floor as soon as his eyes fell shut, and his body fell limp, joining Truth as the two dark-skinned men were senseless, temporarily unable to recover from the pain their bodies had just endured.
"Useless American trash." Lana scoffed down at the two fallen figures, before she looked up at Rusev, snapping her fingers to gain his attention. "You have done well, Rusev. You have conquered just like I expected you to. Now is time for your reward."
Lana turned her back to the Bulgarian Brute, bending over so all Rusev could see was Lana's luscious ass. And just so the intentions were unmistakable, Lana even adjusted her panties, so Rusev could see her enticing pussy.
The Bulgarian needed no further instructions, as he walked over to his manager, spitting on his fingers and rubbing them against Lana's clit. Normally Rusev wasn't the type for sexual preparation, but Lana was an exception. She always was an exception. Rusev made sure that Lana was the only woman he would attempt to pleasure, as long as Rusev was the only man Lana would attempt to pleasure.
Lana moaned slightly from the contact, feeling Rusev's fingers rub feverishly against her fleshy folds. She was a little surprised that Rusev hadn't just rammed his cock inside of her, given how relentless he had been tonight. It just made her feelings towards Rusev that much stronger.
Rusev made sure Lana was nice and damp before he would fuck her. His fingers prodded against her moistening labia, occasionally dipping the thick digits inside her heat, but quickly pulling them out to prepare her for something much larger. Rusev knew this was a reward for him, but he wanted to reward Lana for being such a good, faithful manager.
The blonde's body started to tremble a little from Rusev's powerful fingers diligently working against her intimate flesh. Lana wanted more of this pleasure. Lana needed more of this pleasure. Her body demanded it, and Lana would make sure she got what she wanted.
"Трахни меня!" ("Fuck me!") Lana cried. To hear a vivacious woman such as Lana talk lustfully in any language was sexy, but to hear a vivacious woman talk lustfully in a language that the other person could understand was even sexier. Rusev couldn't conceal his arousal any longer, growling with desire before he pushed his dick deep inside Lana's pussy.
The Russian's moans increased tenfold from the powerful sensations that penetrated her body. She knew Rusev was very well-endowed, and this was not the first time that the two had intercourse (and unlike this occasion, Rusev had already seen the whole of Lana's naked body), but somehow, Rusev managed to make each session of intercourse more pleasurable.
Rusev was an emotionless monster; a machine made to crush; but to Lana, he was affectionate…passionate...even loving. He wanted to pleasure her more than anything in the world, demonstrated through his thrusts.
Rusev's thrusts were powerful, but not forceful. He rocked his body back and forth at a pace that was quick, but slow enough to avoid hurting Lana's body. Making sure he didn't hurt Lana while he fucked her was Rusev's main objective (granted, that was a reasonably hard task given the enviable size of his manhood).
Lana's loud moans were more than enough of an indication that Rusev was pleasuring her. His cock delved deep inside her cunt, edging closer to her g-spot with every powerful thrust he gave, but Rusev was skilled enough to provide nothing but pleasure towards the beautiful blonde woman.
Rusev established a rhythm through his swift, powerful thrusts. The Bulgarian made sure that each thrust was impeccably timed, and that each thrust provided just the right amount of pleasure, so Lana was satisfied enough to crave more of a pounding. And Rusev got what he wanted. Lana didn't even need to speak to communicate her feelings to the large man. The pitch of her moans was more than telling of her lust.
Hearing Lana's moans were sexy, but hearing Lana moan in Russian was even sexier. It showed she loved every single second of this encounter; that no man could ever make her feel the way Rusev was right now. And that feeling was only confirmed when Rusev managed to stab at Lana's sweet spot.
The blonde bombshell unleashed a lengthy string of sultry cries from her g-spot being jabbed at, and then jabbed at again, and jabbed at again. Once Rusev located her sweet spot, he was relentless in hitting it, never thrusting anywhere else inside Lana. The Ravishing Russian was almost screaming, she was in such an ecstatic state. And she couldn't care less! Not when she was so close to a mind-shattering orgasm.
Lana went to touch herself to provide the finishing touch, but Rusev was just one step ahead, zealously rubbing Lana's clit with his thick fingers. That sent Lana over the edge. Her screams grew louder until she felt an almost volcanic eruption explode from her womanhood, her juices flowing out of her body, squirting onto Rusev's.
Rusev wasn't far behind, the blissful sound of Lana's euphoric cries causing Rusev to join her in orgasmic bliss. Thrusting deep one more time inside Lana's body, Rusev would once again roar, only much louder than he did before, when his release surged past Lana's insides, filling her with his thick flow of cum.
Feeling Rusev pull out of Lana's cum-drenched pussy, the blonde could feel that her thighs were practically covered in cum (a blend of both hers and Rusev's), but that didn't bother her. Nobody else would look at her thighs, and if they even tried to, she knew Rusev would crush them like a tiny bug. That was what made Lana so proud to manage a man like Rusev; one that would defend her in a heartbeat.
But she couldn't get too attached to emotions now, when she looked behind to see the lifeless looking figures of R-Truth and Xavier Woods. She remembered exactly where she was, after forgetting almost entirely about their existence. "Let us go, Rusev. You have done enough conquering for one night. Tomorrow, we crush bigger targets. Tomorrow, we continue to show why Russia is the new superpower of the world."
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I've been so excited about writing Lana's character! Honestly, wasn't that excited for Rusev, because I don't find the appeal in him, but it's obvious that if I was gonna write about Lana, I'd have to write about Rusev as well, since they're a pairing together, and I'm used to that now^^
Here's what's coming your way next:
~ 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 (Bottom)/Paige (Versatile)/Sheamus (Versatile) (Requested by 1901)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Jey Uso (Top)/Paige (Versatile) (Requested by Cybella)
~ Cameron (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Naomi (Bottom)/Roman Reigns (Top) (Requested by mzdoodleauntie26)
~ Bo Dallas (Top)/Eva Marie (Bottom)/Stardust (Bottom) (Requested by me)
Two chapters until I can accept requests again!