Best of Both Worlds Chapter 134: Jack Lana Rusev, a wrestling fanfic

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Day of Event – August 17th 2014 (Morning of SummerSlam)

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It was the night before SummerSlam, and Jack Swagger didn't even know where he was. All he could tell was that the atmosphere was dark…dreary…rather depressing. Something really didn't seem right about this. It's like he regained consciousness somewhere, but why? Jack didn't remember bumping into anyone today.

Jack could feel a bunch of questions rush through his mind, as he tried to figure out where the fuck he was and how the fuck he ended up there.

The time Jack spent trying to rack his brain over logical reasons as to why he was in this cold, dim room was basically pointless. It turned out that the location was so dark because Jack was blindfolded. The room suddenly became brighter (although still slightly dim), and Jack could easily see that he wasn't the only person in the small room.

Sitting before Jack was Zeb Colter (oddly enough looking like he had his hands tied behind his back; he wouldn't have put it past Lana to handcuff him, since that was obviously how sneaky those darn immigrants were). Two dominant figures also towered above Zeb, and Jack suddenly felt worried for Zeb's safety when he found out that those two dominant figures were Rusev and Lana, the former looking ready to crush, and the latter looking ready to instruct her client to inflict some pain on Zeb's elderly body.

"You're finally awake, Mr. Swagger." Lana scoffed, looking down at the blonde Superstar. "Do all you Americans take this long to recover from a simple blow to the head? And people have the audacity to lash out at me for calling America weak when this is who represents such a tragic nation."

"What the fuck do you want, bitch?" Jack snarled, pissed off that Lana insulted his country and seemingly had Zeb Colter handcuffed.

Apparently Rusev didn't like that use of profanity, tugging at Jack Swagger's blonde locks of hair and forcing the American on his feet, only to launch his foot directly into Jack's scrotum. Yes, the scrotum. Those darn Russians (or technically, Bulgarians) really didn't play fair after all, causing Jack to feel rather groggy after that unfair attack.

"Do your parents teach you no manners?" Lana asked in outrage, stomping on Zeb's leg with one of her high heels, causing him to yelp in pain. "It is rude to use vulgarities to refer to a woman with such elegance and power."

Seeing Zeb in pain made Jack even more irate than he was before. Insulting his country may have crossed the line, but attacking an American for no good reason was a hundred steps way beyond wherever the damn line was. Add that onto the condescending tone of Lana's thick Russian accent and you had one extremely angry xenophobe to deal with. But, not even all the might in the world could get Jack to pull Lana away from Zeb with a sore ballsack and a particularly protective Rusev. Jack did try to push Lana away, but Rusev wasn't going to let that happen, putting Jack into a full nelson hold so the older man was unable to move.

"What do you want, Lana?" Jack asked with fury, trying to escape Rusev's grasp, unfortunately to no avail.

"Better." Lana said, looking down at the raging American with a cold, aloof gaze. "I want you to serve Rusev for being a superior athlete to you."

"What the fuck does that even mean?"

"It means you do whatever Rusev wants, and without hesitation!" Lana said, her tone matching the ferocity of Jack's.

"Like hell I'm gonna do anything that a cheap, sleazy immigrant wants me to do." Jack said, happy (at least on the inside) that he could see Zeb smile after that retort. But why just a smile? Why hadn't Zeb spoken yet? It was weird for Jack to see somebody so candid and outspoken to be so…silent. It was really, really uncharacteristic of him.

But Jack didn't dwell on that thought for too long, noticing that Zeb's smile was only ephemeral, quickly diminishing once he felt Lana dig her sharp heel into Zeb's thigh. "This is not optional, Swagger! You will do as I say!"

"Alright, alright! Just don't stomp on Zeb again!" Jack winced, still trying to wiggle free from Rusev's iron-like grip, but still with no success.

"Perfect." Lana chuckled smugly, approaching Jack and Rusev. "At least there's one American out there who knows when to give up." Lana smirked when she saw Jack was unable to conceal his frustration after that comment. "Because of your wise decision, Mr. Swagger, Rusev and I will give you a choice. Either you service my client orally or anally. If you fail to make a decision, I will decide for you." Silence seemed to be her only answer from Jack, as she was met with a face of sheer resilience. It was clear that Jack didn't want to reply, nor was he going to. "Very well; orally it is." Lana said, just as Rusev dropped Jack straight onto the floor. "Remember this, Swagger, this is all of your precious America's doing."

"Ignore her, Swagger!" Zeb said, finally getting involved in this whole ordeal. "This ain't America's fault at all, you know that!"

"Shut up!" Lana replied sternly, scowling at Jack's manager. "Stay out of this, old man!" Lana said, before a twisted idea suddenly popped into her head. "Unless you want Rusev to crush both yourself and Mr. Swagger." All Zeb responded with was an angered scowl; exactly what Lana wanted from him. "That is what I thought." All Lana had to do now was to look at Rusev and nod. He knew what to do from there.

Yanking down his trunks and slinging them to the floor, Rusev forced Jack's lips to part so he could ram his cock inside of the older man's opened orifice, his plump ballsack callously slapping against the stubble on Jack's chin.

Jack felt dirty that he was allowing this to even happen. Jack felt like he needed to take a hundred showers just to wash the strong stench of humiliation off of him, feeling nothing but humiliation as he was made to pleasure a no-good foreigner in front of the man he trusted the most out of anybody in the wrestling industry.

Fortunately, Jack could feel dainty hands adjust his singlet, not even needing to look down to know that those soft, feminine hands belonged to Lana. Lana may have had foreign hands, but even she made the hands of a foreign immigrant look and feel sexy. Maybe he'd actually get to 'fuck the foreigners' as Zeb put it for months and months practically on end, even if it was almost certainly not what Zeb meant by that.

But then just thinking about Zeb made Jack feel dirty and immoral again, no matter how fucking gorgeous Lana looked. That mix of sorrow and scorn shown through Zeb's expression almost burned a hole right through Jack, as the large waves of guilt and shame flowed in his body.

Jack would try and push Rusev away, but Rusev was surprisingly strong, almost to an inhumane degree. Jack tried with all his might to shove Rusev as far away from him as he could, but the Bulgarian Brute didn't budge, staying firmly on his feet as he thrusted his cock deep inside of Jack's mouth.

Jack gagged every time he felt his nose forced against Rusev's thick pubic hair, brushing against the mound of hair each time Jack was made to deepthroat the well-endowed Bulgarian, tasting betrayal and disgrace as he regrettably inhaled Rusev's masculine scent. Not even Lanas sensual hands could make Jack feel good about himself.

It was like Jack could hear Zeb order him to bite Rusev; to show that foreign brute no mercy. But as strong as Jack was, he did still have his intelligence. What good was biting Rusev in his most sensitive area going to achieve? It was only going to anger the European where he and Lana would gang up on him until he was unconscious, and probably do the same to Zeb. As humiliating as having to orally service (and choke on) Rusev's cock was, Jack wasn't able to do anything else.

Well at least, that was until Jack felt Rusev's grip on his head ease up, allowing Jack to shove Rusev away, so he could finally speak for a short while. "Wait! Just a minute, Rusev!" Jack even held his hand up, so he could look down at Lana. "Lana, just free Zeb from the cuffs and let him go already. Please? I'm literally begging here."

Lana scoffed at the request, but she couldn't bring herself to say no. She could feel the dirty old man's eyes gazing at her, freaking her out slightly. She'd actually be doing herself a favour releasing him from the room; at least then her libido wouldn't slowly decline. "Don't think you can make any more requests, Mr. Swagger." Lana said, walking over to Zeb, kneeling down and undoing his handcuffs. "You're free to go, old man. If I were you, I'd escape quickly, unless you want to disappoint America earlier than expected by ensuring that Mr. Swagger would not be able to attend SummerSlam in one piece."

"Oh, I know that even if he wasn't in one piece, my boy Swagger's still gonna be able to whip Rusev's butt all over the ring. See ya tonight, Lana." Zeb said with venom, not taking his eyes away from the Ravishing Russian as he left the room.

Once Zeb finally left the room, Lana made sure to lock the door. She didn't want him or any other American entering the room and stinking it up with typical American delusion. Then her attention finally fell onto Jack Swagger. "For my generosity, you will orally service Rusev by your own accord." The way that Lana spoke made it clear that she wasn't making a polite request; she was making a mandatory order for Jack to follow.

It really should have given Jack even the slightest of urges to just forget about manners altogether and manhandle both her and Rusev. But he didn't have that urge at all, weirdly enough. This really was uncharacteristic of him. It wasn't like him to obey someone like Lana, but it was like he couldn't control his obedience towards someone with such dominance, even if that someone wasn't from America.

Looking up at Rusev, Jack flicked his tongue somewhat reluctantly against the bulbous tip of the Bulgarian's cock, feeling drops of pre-cum coat his tongue. Rusev's taste was actually becoming sweeter, more tolerable against his tongue. It may have been a little salty, but nothing too bad. Why was Jack becoming fonder of this? He should be despising every passing second of this.

But the sweet(ish) taste that came from Rusev's cock actually made Jack want to slobber on Rusev's phallic shaft. Slapping his tongue against Rusev's dick once more, Jack parted his lips so he could suck on the fat dick, giving a blowjob to the Bulgarian brute (except this time he wasn't getting mercilessly face-fucked).

It helped that Lana was finally starting to offer Jack some real pleasure. Eventually pulling his cock out of his singlet, Lana wrapped her rouge lips around Jack's thick cock, sucking on the head.

Lana may not have sucked on Jack's cock further than the tip, but he was fine with that (shockingly enough). That was all he really needed from Lana to motivate him to suck on Rusev's cock with enthusiasm.

Hearing Rusev moan in pleasure didn't even deter Jack. The American continued to bob his head on the long length of Rusev's erection, brushing against the base of Rusev's shaft. Jack still gagged, but he gagged willingly on the cock, even when it started to throb inside his mouth.

Just as Jack could feel himself start to establish a rhythm as he sucked on Rusev's dick, he could feel the younger man pull out from his mouth, looking up at Rusev with an expression of bewilderment.

All Jack could hear was Rusev muttering something in what sounded like Russian, and he could feel Lana spit his dick out of her mouth. He felt emptiness breeze past his hardened manhood, disappointment rearing its ugly head in now that this threesome wasn't going to be as pleasurable as it was just moments before.

"All fours, Swagger." Lana demanded as she sported a scornful expression, rising back to her feet. "If you want to be able to compete at tonight's Pay-Per-View, I suggest you do it quickly."

Yeah. Disappointment. Jack was disappointed to see that Lana's sexiness was quickly fading away through hearing her talk trash. It took away that smile Jack had on his face, his obedience finally starting to diminish. "Or what?" Jack rebelled, only to find out the answer to his question quicker than he expected when Rusev grabbed him by the singlet, flinging him to the floor before Jack was able to come to his senses and fight back.

"This is not optional, Swagger. You will do as I say." Lana barked, as Jack felt Rusev flip him over, before ripping the fabric of his singlet apart, exposing his ass for Rusev to enter.

Jack let out a loud yelp of pain, feeling Rusev's cock being rammed remorselessly into his little pink pucker. His eyes widened as the pain rushed through his body as he could feel Rusev penetrate inside of him.

"Shut up!" Lana yelled, kneeling on the floor as she gave Jack a harsh slap on the cheek. "You disgust me, Swagger. Everything you represent is despicable to me. You represent a fallen nation incapable of regaining whatever glory it may have once had." As if getting an intense fucking from Rusev wasn't painful enough, having to listen to Lana insult his country yet again provided more intolerable pain than Rusev could ever physically provide.

"You…shut up…Lana…" Jack almost whimpered, feeling Rusev force every inch of his big, Bulgarian dick inside of Jack's tight American ass.

"Or what, Swagger? You will cry foul over Rusev's physical demonstration of superiority?" Lana chuckled condescendingly, patting Jack on the head in such a patronising fashion. "You are no match for Rusev, Swagger. Rusev represents Russia; the new super power of the world! Strong, powerful and agile. Meanwhile, you represent America; soft, weak and a disgrace to the human race, putting on a blatant façade to please your idiotic people." Even as Jack was growing used to Rusev's strong grip on his waist and his rapid thrusts, feeling the pain start to physically fade away, the mental pain that came from Lana's vicious words would only grow stronger.

Lana could eventually see Jack's expression become glassy, almost zoning out of this harsh reality once Rusev stabbed at his prostate (that Lana was only able to find out from observing Rusev's bliss-filled expression; Rusev had that same look in his eyes as he did when he managed to jab at Lana's g-spot). She could hear Rusev's balls clap frequently against Jack's ass, that sound continually increasing in volume until it became impossible not to hear. She couldn't blame Jack personally for that glassy look in his eyes. Like she said earlier, no man was a match for Rusev. But if this was the best that America had to offer, then Lana could only laugh at the pitiable attempt.

"You know something else about your precious nation, Swagger? It always wants what it can never have, just like you." Parting her thighs, Lana slowly, teasingly, ran a finger against her panty-clad crotch, putting on a show for Jack as her delicate finger flicked gently against her labia. She could see Jack meekly nod in response, assuming that he somewhat had an idea of what she was asking him. "Of course you would. You're just like every other embarrassing American out there." Lana said, as her finger continued to travel up and down her pussy, feeling it start to moisten against the material of her panties.

Just as Lana was starting to properly enjoy herself as she watched her client put on such an arousing display of dominance over his opposition, she could hear Rusev's moans and groans start to raise ever so slightly in pitch, but most notably in volume. Rusev became louder and more wanton, his thrusts becoming more erratic by the second as he plunged balls deep inside of Jack's ass at an unpredictable pace. She could tell that Rusev was ready to cum, and unlike Jack, Lana would make sure that Rusev got exactly what he wanted. "You can cum now, Rusev."

That request certainly wasn't going to be denied by Rusev, after feeling his loins tingle for the last minute. He couldn't delay his release any longer, feeling a large string of cum suddenly gush from the slit of his cock as he felt his thick load surge inside Jack's crevice.

"Rusev…crush!" Lana ordered, raising her fist as her client quickly did as she asked, straddling Jack's waist as he locked in The Accolade. Jack didn't even get a chance to fight back, overwhelmed by Rusev's almost surreal level of speed and strength. Rusev's strong, muscular hands grasped Jack Swagger's chin and forcefully pulled straight back, as the American quickly felt his consciousness slip away from his reach. He tried to fight back but he just couldn't. Rusev was far too strong.

His vision was blurring out, and the sound of Lana's malice chuckle was gradually lowering in volume. Eventually, he couldn't hear her at all, or see her for that matter. He couldn't see Lana rise back to her feet as she once again raised her fist in the air, directing Rusev to stomp on Jack's insentient body.

America has fallen under Russia's immense power.

Rusev has crushed America's next hope of redemption.

Zeb Carter was suddenly back in the small, dumpy room, with those same pair of handcuffs attached to his wrists. Lana and Rusev were still standing tall over him, with Rusev in his wrestling trunks once again. And Jack could feel his singlet attached into his body once again, without so much as a rip in place.

That's when it hit Jack.

It was just a dream.

Jack's eyes widened as he jolted up from where he slept, making a loud groaning sound in the process; loud enough to wake Zeb up, who slept in the bed next to his.

"What's with the goddarn racket, Jack? I was tryna get some sleep, boy."

"Sorry Zeb." Jack muttered silently. "Just had a nightmare is all."

"Hope that nightmare ain't about that Rusev. Just think about doing America proud and giving that no-good foreigner what he deserves, and you'll do fine. Now get back to sleep." Zeb said hoarsely, feeling his head drift back to his pillow, desperate to once again feel himself in a peaceful state of slumber.

Hopefully Jack could do the same, and maybe this time, he could dream about something much, much better than getting dominated by Rusev.

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Yeah, I've done a dream-like chapter before (see Layla/Punk/Rock), but thankfully this one isn't as depressing or as messed up. As you can tell, I'm not exactly fond of Layla/Punk/Rock as a chapter; probably one I regret doing the most (because of how I wrote it, not because of the pairing itself)

The poll's ended by the way, and Charlotte/Finn Balor/Hideo Itami is the next pairing of mine, so hopefully you all will be looking forward to that soon :)

Anyways, here's what's coming your way next:

~ Dolph Ziggler (Bottom)/Trish Stratus (Versatile)/Zack Ryder (Versatile) (Requested by MiniBatman)

~ Darren Young (Bottom)/Rosa Mendes (Versatile)/Titus O'Neil (Top) (Requested by ultimatewwefan01)

~ Stephanie McMahon (Bottom)/The Rock (Top)/Triple H (Top) (Requested by wwe21)

~ Curtis Axel (Top)/Maria Menounos (Bottom)/Ryback (Top)/Seth Rollins (Versatile) (Requested by wwedivawanker)

~ Alex Riley (Versatile)/Renee Young (Top)/Tom Phillips (Versatile) (Requested by FredCasden)

~ Adrian Neville (Top)/Charlotte (Versatile)/Daniel Bryan (Top)/Paige (Bottom) (Requested by Cybella)

~ Nikki Bella (Bottom)/Seth Rollins (Bottom)/Stephanie McMahon (Versatile)/Triple H (Top) (Requested by DJ Greatness)

~ Lana (Bottom)/Rusev (Versatile)/The Rock (Top) (Requested by BattousaiHuey)

~ Brie Bella (Bottom)/Dean Ambrose (Top)/Roman Reigns (Top)/Seth Rollins (Top) (Requested by hellbreaksloose)

~ Charlotte (Bottom)/Finn Balor (Versatile)/Hideo Itami (Versatile) (Requested by me)

No more requests guys, no more requests! I'll announce when I'm accepting requests again, but it won't be for a couple of months.