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Day of Event – April 3rd 2011 (Night of WrestleMania 27)
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Trish Stratus liked to think that every time she came out to the ring, Stratusfaction would be delivered to the millions watching at home. And tonight was certainly no exception, although just for this one night, she had to admit that Snooki upstaged her completely. And Trish wasn't even mad about it. In fact, she had just given Snooki one heck of a celebratory hug after the latter's amazing display of athleticism in the ring just moments ago.
Snooki (and Trish, of course) certainly managed to silence LayCool earlier tonight, apparently doing such a number on them that Michelle ended up pushing Layla against a wall in catering, both of whom being reduced to blubbering messes after being humiliated in front of the entire world by somebody who wasn't even a wrestler.
But after briefly glancing at the television screen, seeing the main-event of WrestleMania 27 take place, Snooki couldn't help but to gaze at one damn fine specimen of a man. Surprisingly, it wasn't even John Cena. "Hey Trish! Who the fuck is that guy?"
"That?" Trish looked at the screen, cringing a little. She wanted to believe it was Cena who Snooki was fawning over, but the camera just wouldn't focus on him.
"Yeah! Who is he?"
"That's The Miz."
"That's him?!" Snooki asked, with eyes notably widened. "Thought The Miz was some reality show dweeb. Didn't know that he was such a fuckin' stud!"
"Did you also know that he's the guy who John Morrison used to team with a couple of years ago?"
"You mean the fuckin' John Morrison we just teamed with? Fuckin' get outta here, Trish!"
"I'm serious!" Trish chuckled.
"God, I gotta keep up with this stuff more often." Snooki said, still occasionally fawning over her screen whenever The Miz was visible. "Shit, I gotta get myself some of him. You just know he's the type to treat a Jersey girl right."
"Well, hopefully we'll be able to catch up with each other at some point." Trish said, hugging the shorter woman. "You are such an awesome woman…not to quote the guy that you're trying to…you know…but you do know what I mean."
"You know I got ya, girl." Snooki said, embracing the other woman's hug, before smiling up at her. "I'll add ya on Twitter, Trish. You gotta come and meet J-Woww at some point! She'd fuckin' love ya!" The Jersey Shore star said, before she walked away from Trish, smiling at the older woman before leaving the area.
Trish smiled straight back as she saw Snooki walk away. Snooki was such a sweetie; frisky, but mostly misunderstood. Snooki was pretty much harmless, except when somebody's provoking her into a fight, ala LayCool.
Well, she may as well call it a night. She already had an amazing one getting to compete at the WWE's biggest annual extravaganza; she didn't want anything to ruin that superlative night, nor did she want to get involved with any trouble.
But it turns out that while Trish doesn't go looking for trouble (rather the opposite), trouble usually goes looking for her instead; even after retiring from such a scandalous industry. As Trish tried to walk out of the arena, there was this one guy who wouldn't get out of her way, almost as if he was trying to block her.
"Sorry babe." The guy muttered with his head almost hanging down. When he looked up, that rather solemn expression vanished almost instantly. "Wait a minute! You're Trish Stratus! The Trish Stratus! You know you still got it, right? I mean you obviously never lost it, but bro, you just got it!"
"Thanks…I think?" Trish chuckled, a little out of confusion because she wasn't exactly sure what Zack was talking about, but she just went along with it. "You're Zack Ryder, right? The guy from the battle royal earlier tonight?"
"Bro, you remember me?! Shit, all my bros back in Long Beach are gonna be so fuckin' jealous when I tell them you remember me!" Zack said, grinning goofily at the legendary Diva.
"Ahh, well I'm glad…I guess." Trish said, a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry, but I've gotta go and get some rest." Trish tried to walk off, but Zack wouldn't budge, trying to prevent her from moving too far.
"Wait, Trish, I started doing that Stratusphere Yoga thing you created, or something. Thought you might wanna see it?"
"Really?" Trish raised an eyebrow, confused and interested by the words that just came out of Zack's mouth. "Well I guess I can't refuse that, can I?"
"Siiiick!" Zack yelled ecstatically, the grin on his face getting larger in size. "Why don't I show you in my locker room? Would kinda be better than doing it in front of people, y'know?"
"Well…how far is your locker room from here?" Trish asked, hoping it wouldn't be too far or else she may as well just get out of the arena while she can. She also didn't like the looks that people was giving her, probably because of her legendary status, but it just made her feel a little uncomfortable to be gazed at by random wrestlers and members of crew passing by.
"Oh, not too long. Like a two minute walk or something."
"That's fine. Why don't you go and take me there then, so I can see how much you've taken in from my yoga."
"Bro, of course I would!" Zack said, too ecstatic to notice Trish cringing a little with the whole "bro" shtick as he headed to his locker room, with Trish not far behind him. Thankfully walking across a (surprisingly) vacant corridor that led to Zack's locker room, the walk wasn't long at all, so Trish wouldn't have to think too much about people staring at her.
Zack opened the door, letting Trish enter his locker room first, before he'd also enter, closing the door so nobody would interrupt. Wouldn't want anybody to try and humiliate him for doing yoga (not that there was anything wrong with it, of course). "So, um…Trish…what position do you want me to make you go Woo…Woo…Woo?"
"What?" Trish asked; confusion in her voice once again. "I don't quite get what you mean there, Zack."
"I mean stuff that'll get you like…I dunno…amazed or something like that."
"Well let's just start off simple and work our way from there." Trish smiled. "How about you start with the Sun Salutation?" She could've asked to start off with Deep Breathing, but that was too easy. She wanted to see if Zack actually knew his stuff regarding yoga…and he clearly didn't. She could see Zack didn't have a clue what she meant by that. Like hell he's been practicing yoga. But hey, she could have fun with this. A whole lot of fun. "Well…I'm waiting…"
"Oh…umm…okay then…" Zack said a little sheepishly, trying to force confidence into his voice as he tried to replicate the first yoga position that popped into his mind. Sadly, it didn't even look anything like the position Trish had asked for. Lifting his right leg up, Zack tried to balance it against his left leg; his hands raised high in the air. Zack quickly started wobbling and hopping all over the place. He was no yoga expert, but even he was pretty sure that this wasn't what yoga entailed.
"Very good, Zack! Guess you've been doing your research after all!"
"Really?" Zack asked with a sudden burst of optimism, still failing miserably to come across as someone who's actually done yoga before.
"No. That was the tree…or at least, an attempt at it." Trish said, giggling slightly when she saw Zack's expression deflate. "Now why don't I show you the Sun Salutation, and you just repeat after me?" Trish took a deep breath, before slowly bending forward, eventually touching the floor with her palms.
The time that Zack should have probably spent learning how to do that position, he instead spent admiring Trish's ass. He licked his lips at the sight of Trish in that pose, making her butt look all firm and squeezable. Zack was tempted to cop a feel for himself; really tempted. But he substituted that potential squeeze for a wolf whistle. "Trish, shit! You've got such a fine ass! And trust me; this Broski's seen a lot of ass."
Trish quickly rose to her feet once she heard Zack talk about her ass. She wanted to slap him for that comment…but wasn't going to. She wasn't going to let her temper get the better of her on this occasion. "Well, that's one way to lose a woman." Trish said, walking out of the room, not even looking at Zack's puppy dog look or listening to his apologies. She certainly didn't walk into Zack's room just so he could perv on her.
But that little thought earlier? The one about Trish not looking for trouble (rather the opposite), instead trouble usually goes looking for her? Turns out that was truer than Trish initially thought it was. It felt like Trish barely even took a step outside Zack's locker room to find herself bumping into Dolph Ziggler. Yes, the same Dolph Ziggler that she competed against earlier tonight (not like there were many other Dolph Zigglers out there).
"There you are." Dolph scowled, looking pissed off. "Do you even know what you did to Vickie tonight?"
"Dolph, I really don't care. Now I'm going to go, okay?" Trish said, walking only a step further than where she was before Dolph blocked her.
"No you don't. You're gonna make this up to me. Because of you, LayCool's pissed off. Because of you, Vickie's pissed off. Because of you, I'm pissed off. All because you want one more night of glory." Dolph almost growled, as he shortened the distance between him and Trish. "So this is what's gonna happen: you're gonna make it up to me by letting me fuck you, since because of you, LayCool and even Vickie aren't in the mood for getting laid."
"Excuse me?" Trish asked, offended by what just came out of Dolph's mouth. "No, I don't think so, sweetie. Don't blame me because—" Trish's eyes widened as Dolph didn't even give her the chance to even finish her sentence, crashing his lips into hers as Dolph forcefully kissed her.
Yet unlike his callous grip on her body, Dolph's lips were soft…almost tender. The kiss was smooth; surprisingly smooth. Trish hated to even think about it, but Dolph was a better kisser than she ever imagined. And once Dolph's grip loosened and his fingers delved down the Canadian's pants, rubbing her clit, Trish couldn't even deny how good Dolph's fingers felt stimulating her labia.
When the younger man's dexterous digits eventually moved away from her dampening vulva, and his lips moving away from hers, Trish somewhat willingly moaned in disapproval. "Get your ass back in Ryder's locker room."
"What?"
"Get your ass back in Ryder's locker room. I know you and him did some shit before you walked out. Gonna finish off whatever you started with him, and maybe earn yourself an orgasm if you make it up to me." Dolph said, not giving Trish a second to respond as he pulled her in for another kiss, this time leaning against the door so much that the two ended up stumbling into Zack's room, causing the New Yorker to jump in his skin from the shock.
"Fuck!" Zack said in a startled tone, before noticing Dolph's fingers attached to the waistband of Trish's pants. "Oh, so you're okay with Dolph getting his fingers inside of there, but you're not okay with me praising your ass? That ain't cool, bro."
"Just shut up and get naked, Ryder." Dolph said, as he stripped naked, slinging his wrestling gear to the other side of the room, before doing the same to Trish. Trish letting Dolph undress her was actually really shocking, considering she seemed against the idea to begin with; maybe Dolph's fingers dampening her up did the trick). "Keep your mouth shut and I'll make sure you actually get laid for once in your life."
"Are you serious, bro? The Long Island Iced Z gets plenty of pussy. I don't need help from you." Zack rolled his eyes, even though he still (kinda) complied with Dolph's order, kicking off his trunks as he joined Dolph in a state of total nudity.
As Dolph and Zack would find themselves getting into a war of words with each other, Trish was too busy licking her lips to pay any notice to what the two young Superstars were talking about. Zack's dick was huge! Dolph may have been impressive, but Zack's was surprisingly more so. It was longer, thicker…if Zack knew how to use his well-endowed manhood, then Trish would be one completely satisfied (or Stratusfied, pardon the pun) woman.
Scratch that. Trish still had one last area to check before she'd give Zack the chance to Stratusfy her.
"Turn around, Zack. I want you to do that yoga pose I did earlier." Trish requested, as Zack and Dolph stopped their squabbling to glance at her, eyebrows raised in curiosity.
"Why?" Zack asked.
"Because I asked you to. Now are you going to ask any more questions?"
"Jeez, I was just asking." Zack muttered, before he tried to remember what the pose was, slowly bending over once it gradually became more vivid in his mind. "This one, bro?" Zack asked, looking back at Trish as he (unintentionally) flaunted his ass in front of her.
"That's the one." Trish licked her lips, throwing her top to the floor before she looked back at Dolph. "Why don't you finish what you started with me, and I'll finish what I started with Zack? Well that's according to you, anyway." Trish chuckled, before glancing back at Zack as she leaned forward, her tongue circling round Zack's tight little pink pucker, causing him to gasp slightly in surprise from the sensations tickling his hole.
"Don't get fucking smart with me, Stratus. I'm still mad at you for pissing off Vickie." Dolph said with a slight smirk on his face as he yanked Trish's pants down her ankles, the lacy underwear quickly following suit. Once Trish's yoni was exposed, Dolph ravenously nibbled Trish's it with a quantity of vigour never before experienced with Vickie. It was like Dolph hadn't seen such a succulent looking cunt in years (which of course was false).
Licking stripes around Trish's labia, Dolph hungrily sucked and nibbled on Trish's fleshy folds. Dolph eagerly collected every drop of sweetness that came from Trish's wet pussy with his tongue, using it to slap ardently against the sensitive spot that would proceed to drive Trish crazy with lust.
Mad? Yeah right. Trish knew for certain that Dolph wasn't mad. If he was mad, he would've just rammed his cock straight into her pussy, instead of choosing to pleasure her with his tongue. But hey, if this was gonna piss Vickie off, then Trish would have no objections to letting Dolph do whatever he wanted with her.
Plus at least Trish would get to finally help Zack learn some yoga poses (no matter how basic they were). Zack somehow managed to maintain some level of flexibility as he remained in the Sun Salutation pose Trish taught him earlier, letting the older woman dart her tongue inside his ass, exploring areas of his taut anal crevice that no woman dared to explore before.
Zack moaned wantonly, his body shuddering slightly as he felt Trish penetrating deep inside his ass with her tongue. Bending over for a guy was one thing, but for a girl…it just felt so odd. Like Trish shouldn't be sticking her tongue down his asshole. Zack shouldn't like the feeling of Trish sticking her tongue down his asshole…but he did…and he really didn't know why. Trish didn't even have to touch his cock to make it grow hard and erect; it did that all by itself from Trish's tongue traversing down Zack's hole, moistening it with her saliva.
"T-Trish…lemme…lemme fuck you…please!" Zack pleaded, eventually mustering enough willpower to move his ass away from Trish's face, ending the surprisingly satisfying session of rimming in the process.
"Oh god, please!" Trish moaned, probably imagining that was Dolph talking to her for a second, before she looked down and saw that he was still ravenously munching her pussy. Looking up for the first time in what felt like seconds (but realistically was minutes), Trish saw Zack's lust-filled eyes gazing at her. "Lay down, Ryder."
Zack couldn't follow an order any quicker than he did with Trish's. His back was on the floor quicker than any time he took an Attitude Adjustment from Cena, and his erection was standing upright, almost begging for attention.
Trish had to pull herself away from Dolph's talented tongue just so she could still remember to pay Zack some attention. He did as she asked, after all. It would be pretty mean for her to just forget about him completely.
Straddling Zack's waist, Trish ensured that inch after inch of Zack's erection had entered her damp cunt; stopping briefly once she felt the hairless base of Zack's manhood brush against her labia. Once she felt Zack's hands cling onto her hips, starting to thrust his body upwards, ploughing inside the legendary Diva's yoni, Trish just knew that any remaining ounce of dignity she had went out the window.
"Oh fuck!" Trish cried out in pleasure, feeling Zack's cock penetrate deep inside her wet snatch, his balls frequently slapping against her parted thighs, as Zack started to establish a (somewhat erratic) rhythm as he pounded into Trish's cunt. Trish could feel her breasts jiggle from the impact of Zack's swift-paced thrusts. They obviously must've caught Zack's attention because why else would Zack move his hands up from Trish's hips to her bountiful tits, softly squeezing the ample flesh.
The string of obscenities which flowed from Trish's open mouth gave Dolph the perfect chance to get himself back involved in this threesome by slapping his cock against Trish's cheek until he felt it start to harden from the contact, shoving it inside Trish's mouth (albeit to a notable gag or two). "I think you know what to do from here, Trish."
That she did. She was in such a lustful mood that not even the dislike she had towards Dolph could take away from her arousal, as the brunette bobbed her head zealously on the length of the Show-Off's cock, feeling it become fully erect as she sucked on the thick, meaty shaft.
Trish's hand sensually stroked the inch or two of Dolph's dick that wasn't being relentlessly rammed inside of her mouth. As she engulfed inch after inch of the younger man's cock, she started to feel more at ease, even if she felt Dolph's hands brush against her luscious, long locks of hair, using that to occasionally guide Trish up and down his dick.
Thankfully, Trish's gag reflex seemed like it wasn't kicking in anymore. She could take every inch of Dolph's cock inside her mouth and still not choke on the blonde's lengthy erection. But then Zack had to ruin that by hitting her g-spot. Not that Trish was going to complain, but it did throw off her oral game, making her gag on Dolph's dick again.
At least Trish could feel an orgasm on its way. It definitely wouldn't be long now, if Zack continued to hit her g-spot, which thankfully he did. It may have still been at an erratic, irregular rhythm, but the fact that he still jabbed at Trish's sweet spot was more than enough to satisfy Trish.
When Zack rubbed the tips of his fingers against Trish's hardened nipples, that was when the latter was sent into overdrive. Her body shuddered noticeably whilst her climax transpired, feeling her gooey release gush onto Zack's abs, coating them with her cum.
"How was she?" Dolph asked, smirking at Zack while he had a future Hall of Famer sucking ardently on his dick.
"Fuckin' awesome, bro! Best pussy I ever had!"
"Doubt it. She's probably loose as fuck." That caused Trish to stop in her tracks, there and then. She may have been horny, but she wasn't deaf.
"Care to repeat that, Dolph?" Trish asked with a narrowed eyebrow, curious to hear what Dolph's reply was.
"I said you were probably loose as fuck, unless you care to prove me wrong."
"I was thinking about it, but I guess you made my decision for me, huh?"
"Damn right I did." Dolph said, as that infamous cocky smirk of his appeared on his face.
"Well why don't you go and lay down, and I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve." Trish said, and Dolph complied, lying down on his back just like Zack had done. And speaking of Zack, this was where he'd come in handy.
Dolph could see Trish whisper something in Zack's ear, but he took no notice of it. Dolph was damn sure that he had Trish in the palm of his hand after that enthusiastic blowjob she just gave. In fact, he closed his eyes, ready to feel Trish's wet pussy clamp against the thick girth of his throbbing cock.
But he would feel nothing of the sort.
Instead he felt a cock, obviously Zack's, drive deep inside of his ass. And just to confirm that painful feeling was actually happening, Dolph also felt a hefty pair of balls slap against his thighs. He could confirm now that Zack Ryder was a fucking idiot. "What the fuck, Zack?"
"Just doing what the babe asks me too, bro." Zack shrugged, or at least tried to. It was hard to fuck someone and shrug simultaneously.
"Yeah, Dolph. He's just doing what I tell him to. I may have promised him a sweet taste of Stratusfaction once this is all done." Trish cooed in Dolph's ear, before her tone turned slightly sinister. "Now don't you ever try and violate me again, Ziggler. You try one more thing with me and I will show you why I can still end careers."
Dolph could feel his eyes widening, mostly because of the vigour Zack put into his thrusts, fucking the older man at a rapid pace, but that still didn't take away from the shock of Trish's threat. He probably should've seen that coming in hindsight, but his cocksure attitude made Dolph think otherwise.
Watching the brunette bombshell and member of the self-proclaimed Brunette Mafia sashay over to Zack, cooing in Zack's ear, flicking his tongue against his earlobe, whispering sweet nothings to the Long Island Iced Z; Dolph couldn't deny how fucking hot that looked. Dolph didn't even need to touch his cock to feel it throbbing at a quicker pace.
Seeing Trish sensually grope areas of Zack's body was like watching something out of an arousing porno, only this time Dolph had a much better view of the action. When he saw Trish trailed down Zack's abdomen and sweeping up the drops of cum that were still on his body with her tongue, that caused the Long Island Loudmouth to jolt forwards, unintentionally jabbing hard at Dolph's prostate.
Once that happened, Dolph couldn't ignore his pulsating dick any longer. The bleach-blonde Superstar let out a loud cry of bliss, as his cum shot out of his slit and splattered all over his abdomen; some of his release even landing on Zack's thighs.
"I'll take it from here, Zack." Trish smiled, causing Zack to pull out. She would've shoved Dolph out of the locker room, had it not been for the sound of heels tapping against the floor, hearing Vickie cry out of sorrow, probably desperate to find Dolph. That was all Trish needed to switch to a new plan in teaching her and Dolph a lesson, as Trish rested between Dolph's legs, her hand grabbing his shaft. "Do you want me, Dolph?"
"Fuck yeah, Trish." Dolph said, a little too quietly for Trish's liking.
"Pardon, Dolph? I didn't quite hear you."
"I said I fucking want you, Trish! Just suck my cock already!" Perfect; that had to be loud enough to grab Vickie's attention.
"A please would've been nice, Dolph." Trish said almost cuttingly, before she sucked on the head of Dolph's dick until she could hear the door open to reveal exactly who Trish hoped it would be.
"Dolph?!" That screech was too familiar for Dolph not to recognise. He looked up and saw a mixture of astonishment and anger etched on Vickie's face.
"Vick…I promise…this isn't what it looks like." Dolph pleaded, as Trish took the tip of Dolph's dick out of her mouth so she could glance behind her.
"Hey Vickie! Your boyfriend asked for this…literally. Thought it'd be a little rude if I ignored him, you know?" Trish asked with faux innocence, glancing at Zack to see a sheepish expression on his face, not knowing what to do. It seemed that for once in his life, Zack was finally speechless.
Trish was only able to glance at Zack ephemerally, as Vickie let out one of those notorious screams of agony, before storming off, running away with tears…again. Trish might've felt a shred of sympathy for Vickie if she wasn't such a bitch.
"Babe, wait, I can explain!" Dolph said, quickly rising to his feet and getting back into his wrestling gear before he dashed out of the door, too focused on trying to get back into Vickie's good graces to even notice Zack looking bewildered or Trish giggling at him.
"Whoa…" In what was probably the longest time Zack went without speaking, Trish gently turned his head towards her, noticing the look of sheer lust in her eyes.
"How about that sweet taste of Stratusfaction I promised earlier, Zack?" Trish asked with a sultry smirk on her face. She didn't think this was where she'd end up after her WrestleMania return, but she was actually glad that this whole thing happened. She was glad that Snooki went off to try and fuck The Miz after his match. She was glad that Zack freaked her out during that brief "yoga session" of theirs. She was especially glad that she got to throw a wrench between Dolph and Vickie's relationship.
Why? Because that was more than enough proof to Trish still had it. Now she finally understood what Zack meant earlier, when he told her that she still had it.
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Didn't expect that, did you? :P I could've gotten away with a more modern chapter from this year, but I decided to base this around 2011 just for some nostalgic purposes :P
Anyways, here's what's coming your way next:
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