A Jedi for Christmas
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Padmé glanced outside the windows of her home on Naboo. It was Christmas Eve and snow was falling thick and heavy across the ground. She was all alone in the house except for her two small five year old children. Her rambunctious children were chasing each other with boundless energy. They were excited that tomorrow they could open the presents under the tree that had captured their attention over the last few days.
Both Luke and Leia had spent hours trying to guess what was inside the presents and on a number of occasions Padmé had been forced to scold them for their attempts to peel the colorful paper from the boxes. She even threatened Luke that she would return his gifts if he kept up his bad behavior. Padmé was not sure how she survived the last few days with her two children, some days they acted just like their father.
This thought upset Padmé as she watched her small children run around the house. They were all she had this Christmas. She loved her children dearly, but she felt a void with the absence from the person who should be standing by her side right now.
Knowing she was working herself up, Padmé decided to distract herself from her musings. "Luke, Leia, bed!" Padmé called out over their gleeful shouts while she locked the doors to the house. She always feared for her little ones safety, but after all she had been through, one couldn't blame her. She cast a glance out the window once more; drawing her eyes up at the clouds and gave a sad sigh of longing for something she knew she couldn't have.
"But Mommy, it's Christmas!" Luke whined. "Can't we stay up just this once?"
"We're not tired." Leia added, shaking her head so her long brown hair tangled in a tousled mess.
Padmé tore her eyes away from the sky and turned back to her small children. Her sadness must have shown on her face for both her children showed equal looks of concern as they both said, "Mommy, are you all right?"
Padmé's mood lifted at the sight of her young children and her frown dissolved into a soft smile. "I'm fine my little ones, but it is time for you two to go to bed!"
"But Mommy!" Luke and Leia both whined, jutting their bottom lips into identical pouts.
"No!" Padmé stated firmly, then pointing over her twins' heads she said. "No arguments. It is time for bed. Get going, I'll tuck you in."
Both Luke and Leia grumbled, but they knew better than to argue with their mother. However, they made their displeasure known as they sulkily walked towards their rooms.
"Just like your father." Padmé whispered to herself, shaking her head with amusement.
THE END.
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WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 14: More Than Words (Ambreigns AU)
More Than Words (Ambreigns AU)
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Roman Reigns's favorite day of the week was Thursday.
It was a good business day for Java Central because the
little coffeehouse featured an open mic night the first and third
Thursday of each month, gaining the cozy shop great business from
enthusiastic hipsters and aspiring musicians on top of the multitude of
college students the establishment tended to on a daily basis. He loved
open mic night. Some of the performances were painful to endure, and
others weren't too shabby. But one specific performer-slash-customer
always managed to snag his attention during his two or three minutes on
the makeshift stage, perched on a barstool, acoustic guitar slung over
his shoulder. Roman didn't even know why. Something about him was just
so…so…he couldn't even find the right word to describe it. Beautiful is
the one he'd choose if it didn't sound so lame. Make him sound so
pathetic.
But Roman liked him. Loved concentrating on the reticent soloist and his simple yet dexterous musical abilities.
Roman had a textbook open underneath the counter as he
dragged a damp washcloth over the tile surface, trying to study and
clean up before the evening post-work/post-class rush and open mic night
kicked off. Microbiology was tedious but certainly not grueling. He
hadn't realized he'd been wiping the same spot of the counter over and
over again until he heard someone clear their throat. He lifted his head
and met eyes with his roommate Randy.
"Hey, what time are you off?"
"I'm closing." Closing shifts kept him here until at least
one in the morning on a guaranteed lively evening such as the one
pending.
"'Kay. Just letting you know, I've got a double date with the Bella twins tonight."
"Which one do you get?"
"Both of them. I get two helpings." Randy grinned
deviously. Roman pretended to be proud of his manwhoreish ways. He held
out a fist in feigned consent and praise, and Randy bumped it with his
own. Roman couldn't imagine what Randy would have thought if he knew
Roman had what felt an awful lot like a crush on some guy he didn't
know.
"Score."
"So yeah. Fair warning if you wander in at any point tonight. Might be a little noisy."
Ugh. Roman wondered if he had anywhere else to crash
tonight. He totally wanted to respect Randy's privacy with Nikki and
Brie Bella by staying far away from that apartment. "Thanks for the
heads-up. Anything else you want while you're here?"
Randy's big brown eyes scanned the handwritten menu on the
wall above Roman's head. "Yeah, go ahead and get me a Mt. Vesuvius
Panini. Extra meatballs."
In the five minutes it took to prepare Randy's Panini, more customers surged into the little coffeehouse.
Roman bagged Randy's order to go. Randy snatched the bag and gave Roman a wink.
"See you later, then? Maybe?"
"Maybe."
The End.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 13: Roman ran his hands through the fur of the German
Roman ran his hands through the fur of the German
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Roman ran his hands through the fur of the German Shepard puppy gently, attempting to calm the scared animal. “Shh.” He whispered. “Seth will be here soon and you won’t believe how excited he’ll be to see you.”
Just then, the front door of their shared home opened. Roman heard Seth kick off his shoes and his footsteps began to echo throughout the house.
"Seth!" Roman called. "I got you an early Christmas present. C’mere."
"Roman, can’t my present wait until Christmas Eve? I don’t like early presents." Seth said as he came walking to the living room.
"You’ll love this one. I promise." Roman said. As soon as he heard Seth was near the room, he sat the puppy down on the floor. The puppy quickly began to run around.
As soon as Seth walked into the room, the puppy ran toward him and started to try and play with his feet. Seth looked down at the puppy and then up at Roman, his eyes wide. “Roman, did you get me a puppy?” He asked, bending down to scoop the puppy up in his arms.
The puppy happily licked his face and Seth smiled. Roman smiled seeing Seth smiled as he slowly nodded his head. “Yes, I did. It’s a boy. I didn’t name him. I know you love animals so I figured I’d get you one.” He smiled.
Seth walked over to Roman and hugged him tightly, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re the best, Roman.”
"Anything for you, baby." Roman said, kissing him back softly. "So what’s his name?"
Seth looked down at the puppy and then back up at Roman. “His name is Elf.”
The End.
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Roman ran his hands through the fur of the German Shepard puppy gently, attempting to calm the scared animal. “Shh.” He whispered. “Seth will be here soon and you won’t believe how excited he’ll be to see you.”
Just then, the front door of their shared home opened. Roman heard Seth kick off his shoes and his footsteps began to echo throughout the house.
"Seth!" Roman called. "I got you an early Christmas present. C’mere."
"Roman, can’t my present wait until Christmas Eve? I don’t like early presents." Seth said as he came walking to the living room.
"You’ll love this one. I promise." Roman said. As soon as he heard Seth was near the room, he sat the puppy down on the floor. The puppy quickly began to run around.
As soon as Seth walked into the room, the puppy ran toward him and started to try and play with his feet. Seth looked down at the puppy and then up at Roman, his eyes wide. “Roman, did you get me a puppy?” He asked, bending down to scoop the puppy up in his arms.
The puppy happily licked his face and Seth smiled. Roman smiled seeing Seth smiled as he slowly nodded his head. “Yes, I did. It’s a boy. I didn’t name him. I know you love animals so I figured I’d get you one.” He smiled.
Seth walked over to Roman and hugged him tightly, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “You’re the best, Roman.”
"Anything for you, baby." Roman said, kissing him back softly. "So what’s his name?"
Seth looked down at the puppy and then back up at Roman. “His name is Elf.”
The End.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 12: From My Chocolate Heart To Yours
From My Chocolate Heart To Yours
Written by HeartbreakDX
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
"Hi Hunter!" Shawn said, bouncing up and down in his friend's face.
"Hi Shawn." Hunter muttered, trying not to smiled at the blond's hyperness. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the camera guys with his camera but he didn't really care.
"GUESS WHAT!" Shawn shouted, his bouncing becoming higher and higher.
"Shawn. How much chocolate have you eaten today?" Hunter asked him, raising an eyebrow and eying his hyper blond friend.
"Ummmmmm...errrr...huh...I dunno...wooooo room spinning!" he exclaimed, twirling in place as he leapt into the air. Hunter grabbed Shawn's shoulders and held him in place.
"Come down from the sugar high Shawn before you hurt yourself." he laughed.
"Mmmm ok, GUESS WHAT!" Shawn continued.
"What Shawn?" Hunter sighed exasperated, shaking his head.
"ITS VALENTINES DAY!" Shawn screeched.
"I know that Shawn." Hunter said, laughing again.
"I got you your gift!" Shawn said brightly, holding out a small red chocolate heart in the palm of his hand. It was the same gift Shawn had always given him but it had always touched him.
Hunter took it, looking into Shawn's sugar-brightened eyes. Those eye that haunted his dreams and melted his heart. Those blue-grey beauties that he just loved to lose himself in. He couldn't stop himself, acting on an impulse.
He pushed Shawn's body back against the wall and claimed his friend's lips for a deeply passionate kiss.
At first Shawn tensed against him but he soon relaxed, wrapping his arms around Hunter's neck and responding greedily. Neither noticed, nor cared about the camera recording every second.
Finally, Hunter and Shawn had to break apart for air. He didn't let go of Shawn however, as both men caught their breath. Instead he drew him closer against him.
"How long." Shawn finally asked softly.
"Hmmm?"
"How long have you had feelings for me Hunt, how long have you wanted to kiss me?"
Hunter sighed and blushed a little pink, looking into Shawn's eyes once more.
"Since the first Valentines Day we knew each other when you gave me the first chocolate heart."
"You've had my heart in the palm of your hand for a very long time Shawn. I love you."
Shawn grinned and wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck again.
"I love you too Hunter. That's why I've been giving you the hearts."
Hunter smiled too, which quickly turned into a smirk when he lifted Shawn off his feet and the smaller man wrapped his legs around Hunter's waist.
"I do believe there's a locker room bench with your name on it Shawn." he growled in the blond's ear.
Shawn just giggled in response as Hunter carried him off.
The End.
Written by HeartbreakDX
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
"Hi Hunter!" Shawn said, bouncing up and down in his friend's face.
"Hi Shawn." Hunter muttered, trying not to smiled at the blond's hyperness. Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the camera guys with his camera but he didn't really care.
"GUESS WHAT!" Shawn shouted, his bouncing becoming higher and higher.
"Shawn. How much chocolate have you eaten today?" Hunter asked him, raising an eyebrow and eying his hyper blond friend.
"Ummmmmm...errrr...huh...I dunno...wooooo room spinning!" he exclaimed, twirling in place as he leapt into the air. Hunter grabbed Shawn's shoulders and held him in place.
"Come down from the sugar high Shawn before you hurt yourself." he laughed.
"Mmmm ok, GUESS WHAT!" Shawn continued.
"What Shawn?" Hunter sighed exasperated, shaking his head.
"ITS VALENTINES DAY!" Shawn screeched.
"I know that Shawn." Hunter said, laughing again.
"I got you your gift!" Shawn said brightly, holding out a small red chocolate heart in the palm of his hand. It was the same gift Shawn had always given him but it had always touched him.
Hunter took it, looking into Shawn's sugar-brightened eyes. Those eye that haunted his dreams and melted his heart. Those blue-grey beauties that he just loved to lose himself in. He couldn't stop himself, acting on an impulse.
He pushed Shawn's body back against the wall and claimed his friend's lips for a deeply passionate kiss.
At first Shawn tensed against him but he soon relaxed, wrapping his arms around Hunter's neck and responding greedily. Neither noticed, nor cared about the camera recording every second.
Finally, Hunter and Shawn had to break apart for air. He didn't let go of Shawn however, as both men caught their breath. Instead he drew him closer against him.
"How long." Shawn finally asked softly.
"Hmmm?"
"How long have you had feelings for me Hunt, how long have you wanted to kiss me?"
Hunter sighed and blushed a little pink, looking into Shawn's eyes once more.
"Since the first Valentines Day we knew each other when you gave me the first chocolate heart."
"You've had my heart in the palm of your hand for a very long time Shawn. I love you."
Shawn grinned and wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck again.
"I love you too Hunter. That's why I've been giving you the hearts."
Hunter smiled too, which quickly turned into a smirk when he lifted Shawn off his feet and the smaller man wrapped his legs around Hunter's waist.
"I do believe there's a locker room bench with your name on it Shawn." he growled in the blond's ear.
Shawn just giggled in response as Hunter carried him off.
The End.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 11: "Love Conquers All"
Love Conquers All
Written by YaoiSlashLover
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
I walked silently to the locker room, my hair covering my face as the sound of heavy soles on the floor bounced off the walls. My eyes cut up to see Kane standing at the end of the hallway. I closed my eyes and tried my best to not say anything. As I passed him, my wrist was grabbed. My eyes widened as my head snapped back over my shoulder to see Kane staring at me, his eyes gazing into mine. This always happened to us. Whether we were on the same page or not, we would get locked in a staring contest, waiting for someone to make the first move. My eyes narrowed as Kane turned to me, his eyes filled with tears. I couldn't tell if they were tears of hatred or regret. I suddenly grabbed him by the arm and jerked him towards me, our noses touching dangerously. I shot daggers through his soul as I looked like I was ready to kill. A shred of doubt entered his eyes and I released him. He turned away, the shadows drowning him in darkness. But I knew he was trying to conceal the flowing tears. I stepped into the shadows and slipped my hand in his, lacing my fingers between his. He didn't bother to look at me or to say a word but simply did the same, gripping onto me tightly. The hallway filled with darkness as I heard Kane trying to keep his crying to a minimum and I knew he was trying to say he was sorry. I sighed heavily and placed my hand behind his head, pressing my lips to his forehead tenderly. He knew he was forgiven. I know he did some harsh things to me but he's my little brother. He's all I have left. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I couldn't help but return the embrace, laying my head on top of his, trying to ease his nerves. After a minute or two, Kane calmed down but didn't release his grip on me. I wasn't complaining. Yes, it's true, my brother is a dumb-ass but he's my dumb-ass. Not many people see past the bitterness and occasional alliance we share with each other in the ring. We have a private life we keep secret because if people knew, they'd try to hurt us. How do we know? Because we've tried to hurt each other. It's as simple as that. I kept my arms around my baby brother and slid my hand up and down his spine in attempts to console him. I felt his breathe on my neck and felt him nudge me. He was now asking me a question. He was asking me if I loved him. And not in the brotherly way most people are used to seeing. I simply nudged him back and I knew he was smiling. This caused me to crack a small smile as I felt him lace his fingers with mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, kissing his neck tenderly, leaving my mark on him. My kisses left bruises on him and nobody but us knew what they were for. A symbol that love conquers all. No matter how angry or upset you are with your opposite other. Anger fades overtime and with my baby brother and I, all it takes is a simple embrace to erase the anger. Without saying a word, we can tell each other stories. Our eyes are like books and our bodies are the words within those books. Waiting to be read and spoken aloud. Our feelings for one another are another story. It has no end. Just empty pages of love, always repeating itself. And with that, we walked back to the locker room, our love slipping into the darkness once more. The next time anyone would see us, we would back to being enemies. To them we would be anyway. To us, our love was a secret. And our secret was kept within our hearts. Forever.
The end.
Written by YaoiSlashLover
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
I walked silently to the locker room, my hair covering my face as the sound of heavy soles on the floor bounced off the walls. My eyes cut up to see Kane standing at the end of the hallway. I closed my eyes and tried my best to not say anything. As I passed him, my wrist was grabbed. My eyes widened as my head snapped back over my shoulder to see Kane staring at me, his eyes gazing into mine. This always happened to us. Whether we were on the same page or not, we would get locked in a staring contest, waiting for someone to make the first move. My eyes narrowed as Kane turned to me, his eyes filled with tears. I couldn't tell if they were tears of hatred or regret. I suddenly grabbed him by the arm and jerked him towards me, our noses touching dangerously. I shot daggers through his soul as I looked like I was ready to kill. A shred of doubt entered his eyes and I released him. He turned away, the shadows drowning him in darkness. But I knew he was trying to conceal the flowing tears. I stepped into the shadows and slipped my hand in his, lacing my fingers between his. He didn't bother to look at me or to say a word but simply did the same, gripping onto me tightly. The hallway filled with darkness as I heard Kane trying to keep his crying to a minimum and I knew he was trying to say he was sorry. I sighed heavily and placed my hand behind his head, pressing my lips to his forehead tenderly. He knew he was forgiven. I know he did some harsh things to me but he's my little brother. He's all I have left. I felt him wrap his arms around me and I couldn't help but return the embrace, laying my head on top of his, trying to ease his nerves. After a minute or two, Kane calmed down but didn't release his grip on me. I wasn't complaining. Yes, it's true, my brother is a dumb-ass but he's my dumb-ass. Not many people see past the bitterness and occasional alliance we share with each other in the ring. We have a private life we keep secret because if people knew, they'd try to hurt us. How do we know? Because we've tried to hurt each other. It's as simple as that. I kept my arms around my baby brother and slid my hand up and down his spine in attempts to console him. I felt his breathe on my neck and felt him nudge me. He was now asking me a question. He was asking me if I loved him. And not in the brotherly way most people are used to seeing. I simply nudged him back and I knew he was smiling. This caused me to crack a small smile as I felt him lace his fingers with mine. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, kissing his neck tenderly, leaving my mark on him. My kisses left bruises on him and nobody but us knew what they were for. A symbol that love conquers all. No matter how angry or upset you are with your opposite other. Anger fades overtime and with my baby brother and I, all it takes is a simple embrace to erase the anger. Without saying a word, we can tell each other stories. Our eyes are like books and our bodies are the words within those books. Waiting to be read and spoken aloud. Our feelings for one another are another story. It has no end. Just empty pages of love, always repeating itself. And with that, we walked back to the locker room, our love slipping into the darkness once more. The next time anyone would see us, we would back to being enemies. To them we would be anyway. To us, our love was a secret. And our secret was kept within our hearts. Forever.
The end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 10: "Scenario 1 Randy Orton is a Mickie James fan?"
Scenario 1 Randy Orton is a Mickie James fan?
Written by xFaintHorizon
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
The match started to get hectic as Mickie James went for a pin on Natalya, Voices started playing and no they weren’t in her head, it was Randy Orton coming out and taking a seat ringside just staring every inch of Mickie as if she was food. Despite the distraction Mickie hit her finisher and pinned Natalya. She was on top of the world and then she remembered she had a special spectator watching, Randy Orton was still there clapping ringside very impressed he seemed. Mickie felt flattered but weird why was he there?
Mickie was just hanging around and suddenly the phone rang... who could it be? she stared at the screen and it said unknown number, she would normally hang up but she was in a good mood so she picked up. To Mickies surprise it was Randy Orton, she asked ‘’where did you get this number?’’, Randy answered ‘’ does it matter ‘’, getting a bit freaked out she hangs up and blocks the number.
Mickie though Randy was kidding around with her.
Soon he started to show up to her lockeroom and to her matches and she tried being nice about him being around but she just couldn’t take this anymore, the last straw was went he brought flowers to her.. she never sent out these signs and realized that Randy had an obsession with her...
She couldn’t argue with him, for she knew he had an anger disorder and she couldn’t take a break now especially when she was so close to getting the women’s championship...
Randy exactly that Mickie was planning to get rid of him, to get a restraining order against him... if he couldn’t be with her anyone could and the rage got to him when he saw her chatting with his rival John Cena
Randy took it upon himself that no one must be with her that she is his and so he went in for the kill, and he knocked out Mickie, soon he realized she was dead...and thought to himself ‘’ what the hell did I do’’, ‘’ there’s only one way we can be together forever’’.
John Cena called Mickies phone and voice mail came on, he went on a desperate search for Mickie and in the end he found her dead as well as Randy dead in Randy Orton locker room.
The tragic end.
Written by xFaintHorizon
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
The match started to get hectic as Mickie James went for a pin on Natalya, Voices started playing and no they weren’t in her head, it was Randy Orton coming out and taking a seat ringside just staring every inch of Mickie as if she was food. Despite the distraction Mickie hit her finisher and pinned Natalya. She was on top of the world and then she remembered she had a special spectator watching, Randy Orton was still there clapping ringside very impressed he seemed. Mickie felt flattered but weird why was he there?
Mickie was just hanging around and suddenly the phone rang... who could it be? she stared at the screen and it said unknown number, she would normally hang up but she was in a good mood so she picked up. To Mickies surprise it was Randy Orton, she asked ‘’where did you get this number?’’, Randy answered ‘’ does it matter ‘’, getting a bit freaked out she hangs up and blocks the number.
Mickie though Randy was kidding around with her.
Soon he started to show up to her lockeroom and to her matches and she tried being nice about him being around but she just couldn’t take this anymore, the last straw was went he brought flowers to her.. she never sent out these signs and realized that Randy had an obsession with her...
She couldn’t argue with him, for she knew he had an anger disorder and she couldn’t take a break now especially when she was so close to getting the women’s championship...
Randy exactly that Mickie was planning to get rid of him, to get a restraining order against him... if he couldn’t be with her anyone could and the rage got to him when he saw her chatting with his rival John Cena
Randy took it upon himself that no one must be with her that she is his and so he went in for the kill, and he knocked out Mickie, soon he realized she was dead...and thought to himself ‘’ what the hell did I do’’, ‘’ there’s only one way we can be together forever’’.
John Cena called Mickies phone and voice mail came on, he went on a desperate search for Mickie and in the end he found her dead as well as Randy dead in Randy Orton locker room.
The tragic end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 9: "The Favor"
"The Favor"
Written by chaingangprincess1978
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Mickie James smiled as she arrived back at her hotel room after the show. Tonight had been fun. The Divas had been involved in a Pyjama Pillow Fight Match and it had turned chaotic when Maryse had taken a cheap shot against Kelly in the ring. But it had all been in fun and everyone had enjoyed themselves in the end. Kelly would already be back at the room. She had left right after the match. Mickie had had to stick around as she had been required to shoot a promo for her match at the upcoming Royal Rumble Pay Per View.
Mickie slipped into the room quietly, and as she was closing the door, she felt Kelly slide her arms around her from behind, and plant soft kisses on the back of her neck.
“Hi baby.” Kelly whispered in her ear.
“Babe.” Mickie replied. Grinning again.
“Guess what?” Kelly whispered.
“You’re horny?” Mickie asked, sounding hopeful.
“Well yes…but something else too…”
“What’s that?”
“I’m ovulating….let’s make a baby.”
“Ummm, one small problem there sweetie.” Mickie said, gently caressing Kelly’s cheek, as she gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“What?”
“We don’t have a donor yet!” Mickie reminded her.
“I thought we agreed on someone.” Kelly said with a small pout.
“Yeah..but don’t you think we should ask him first?” Mickie said with a small smile….that was her Kelly…so cute.
“Ok…pass me my phone.” Kelly said.
“KELLY! I didn’t mean right now!” Mickie said, shaking her head and snickering.
“Why? No time like the present.” Kelly replied, reaching for her cell phone on the bedside table.
Before Mickie could stop her, Kelly had picked up her phone and had dialed the number.
“It’s ringing.” She whispered.
Mickie’s face went pale, as she imagined John on the other end.
“Oh hi John…How are you?...We’re fine…Actually we have a favor we’d like to ask…Could you come up to our room?..five minutes…great….see you then.” Kelly hung up the phone and turned to Mickie with a smile.
“He’s coming up.”
The end.
Written by chaingangprincess1978
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Mickie James smiled as she arrived back at her hotel room after the show. Tonight had been fun. The Divas had been involved in a Pyjama Pillow Fight Match and it had turned chaotic when Maryse had taken a cheap shot against Kelly in the ring. But it had all been in fun and everyone had enjoyed themselves in the end. Kelly would already be back at the room. She had left right after the match. Mickie had had to stick around as she had been required to shoot a promo for her match at the upcoming Royal Rumble Pay Per View.
Mickie slipped into the room quietly, and as she was closing the door, she felt Kelly slide her arms around her from behind, and plant soft kisses on the back of her neck.
“Hi baby.” Kelly whispered in her ear.
“Babe.” Mickie replied. Grinning again.
“Guess what?” Kelly whispered.
“You’re horny?” Mickie asked, sounding hopeful.
“Well yes…but something else too…”
“What’s that?”
“I’m ovulating….let’s make a baby.”
“Ummm, one small problem there sweetie.” Mickie said, gently caressing Kelly’s cheek, as she gazed into those gorgeous blue eyes.
“What?”
“We don’t have a donor yet!” Mickie reminded her.
“I thought we agreed on someone.” Kelly said with a small pout.
“Yeah..but don’t you think we should ask him first?” Mickie said with a small smile….that was her Kelly…so cute.
“Ok…pass me my phone.” Kelly said.
“KELLY! I didn’t mean right now!” Mickie said, shaking her head and snickering.
“Why? No time like the present.” Kelly replied, reaching for her cell phone on the bedside table.
Before Mickie could stop her, Kelly had picked up her phone and had dialed the number.
“It’s ringing.” She whispered.
Mickie’s face went pale, as she imagined John on the other end.
“Oh hi John…How are you?...We’re fine…Actually we have a favor we’d like to ask…Could you come up to our room?..five minutes…great….see you then.” Kelly hung up the phone and turned to Mickie with a smile.
“He’s coming up.”
The end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 8: "Karma"
"Karma"
Written by Hybrid Dolphin
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
There were cake ingredients everywhere. Flour on the counters, frosting on the ceiling, eggs spilt on the floor, and, for some reason, there was the empty cake mix box hanging from the ceiling fan by a few dozen hair ties. John Morrison shifted his gaze from one mess to another, sighing angrily,"Jeff Hardy, where are you?!"
When there was no reply, John kicked off his shoes,"Damn boyfriend. When I find him, he is sooo dead." But when he looked around the room again, he tied back his hair with one of the many hanging hair ties,"I might as well clean up first."
John grabbed the mop, dust pan, and various sprays before getting to work.
It took about an hour before John got all of the mess cleaned up. The kitchen practically sparkled and shined with freshness. A tangy orange smell drifted through the room, into John's nose, and out his mouth,"Perfection. Now, to find Jeff." He peeled off his rubber gloves and apron, which were covered in the mess that he cleaned up, and turned to leave the kitchen, when he was greeted with the smiling face of Jeff Hardy. Well, he couldn't really tell if he was smiling, because there was too much cake around his face,"Hey John!"
"Jeff, did you attempt to make a cake again?" John raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.
"Nooo~~o," Jeff playfully said,"I actually did make a cake this time."
"And I suppose that the crap all over your face is that said cake?"
"Yeppers, and I ate the whole thing! And I ain't got a tummy ache eith-" John held his stomach,"Ow. Never mind."
John sighed and rubbed his lover's stomach,"Got a tummy ache?"
Jeff nodded again and whimpered.
The California-native grinned a bit and picked his lover up bridal-style, carrying him into the living room,"Rest. I'll get some medicine."
"Thank you, Johny."
"But does this teach you not to make a mess of the kitchen and eat so much cake?"
"O~~~~ooh. Don't say cake."
"I'll take that as a yes." And with that, John went off to find Jeff some medicine with a grin of accomplishment.
The end.
Written by Hybrid Dolphin
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
There were cake ingredients everywhere. Flour on the counters, frosting on the ceiling, eggs spilt on the floor, and, for some reason, there was the empty cake mix box hanging from the ceiling fan by a few dozen hair ties. John Morrison shifted his gaze from one mess to another, sighing angrily,"Jeff Hardy, where are you?!"
When there was no reply, John kicked off his shoes,"Damn boyfriend. When I find him, he is sooo dead." But when he looked around the room again, he tied back his hair with one of the many hanging hair ties,"I might as well clean up first."
John grabbed the mop, dust pan, and various sprays before getting to work.
It took about an hour before John got all of the mess cleaned up. The kitchen practically sparkled and shined with freshness. A tangy orange smell drifted through the room, into John's nose, and out his mouth,"Perfection. Now, to find Jeff." He peeled off his rubber gloves and apron, which were covered in the mess that he cleaned up, and turned to leave the kitchen, when he was greeted with the smiling face of Jeff Hardy. Well, he couldn't really tell if he was smiling, because there was too much cake around his face,"Hey John!"
"Jeff, did you attempt to make a cake again?" John raised an eyebrow, hands on his hips.
"Nooo~~o," Jeff playfully said,"I actually did make a cake this time."
"And I suppose that the crap all over your face is that said cake?"
"Yeppers, and I ate the whole thing! And I ain't got a tummy ache eith-" John held his stomach,"Ow. Never mind."
John sighed and rubbed his lover's stomach,"Got a tummy ache?"
Jeff nodded again and whimpered.
The California-native grinned a bit and picked his lover up bridal-style, carrying him into the living room,"Rest. I'll get some medicine."
"Thank you, Johny."
"But does this teach you not to make a mess of the kitchen and eat so much cake?"
"O~~~~ooh. Don't say cake."
"I'll take that as a yes." And with that, John went off to find Jeff some medicine with a grin of accomplishment.
The end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 7: "Father's Day"
"Father's Day"
Written by JenLea
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Growing up, Adam Copeland never got to experience Father's Day. It was torture, in grade school, watching his friends and classmates make Father's Day presents. Now, Father's Day was here once more and Adam finally had a reason to celebrate.
Adam awoke to the furious wails of an infant. Struggling to sit up, he remembered two things.
He remembered it was Father's Day and he was a father.
A week prior, his wife, Amy had given birth to a baby girl. Nine pounds, three ounces with her mother's fiery red hair, Emerson Bernadette Copeland had already stolen her father's heart.
"Morning," Adam murmured, feeling his wife sink into bed. Rolling over, he watched in silent awe, as Amy began to nurse Emerson. Amy giggled. "Why are you laughing?"
"Emmy's tickling me!" she laughed, mid-yawn.
Emerson had Amy's hazel eyes. She had Adam's facial structure. All in all, she was a beautiful baby.
"Do you know what today is?" Amy asked, placing a firmer grip on the baby.
"Father's Day, the first of many as a family," Adam said, watching Emerson suckle hungrily. "You are so beautiful."
"Who?" Amy asked, the fuzzy flannel of the baby's pajamas tickling her delicate fingertips. "Both of you," Adam murmured.
"I look terrible! My hair's a mess, I can't get the hang of breast-feeding. The baby's supposed to increase laundry, not Mommy who can't control her flow of breast milk or the hang of using pads!" Amy burst into tears.
Adam would never admit how beautiful he found her to be. For one thing, she wouldn't believe him. Then, she would proceed to list all her flaws. He wished she could see how beautiful she truly was.
"Ames, don't say that! You're gorgeous, especially when you're breastfeeding! You look so angelic, so content when you nourish her," Adam said, gently wiping her tears away. "There's a solution to every problem you listed."
"Like?" Amy asked, burping the baby. After the baby belched, she switched breasts.
"For the flow problems, use breast pads. For the pad problems, learn how to use them double up," he said, sighing. Then, he removed his shirt. Removing a white gauze bandage from his shoulder blade, he turned to reveal a tattoo.
She gasped, seeing it. Tears filled her eyes.
The tattoo was of Emerson's hand print. In black capital lettering, it read: DADDY'S PRINCESS. In normal black lettering, it said: Emerson Bernadette 5/27/07.
"My God!" Amy exclaimed, grinning. "I love it!"
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Dad," she murmured, blinking sleepily. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Babe," he whispered happily.
He could finally enjoy Father's Day.
The End.
Written by JenLea
As narrated by Sir Alec Heineken
Growing up, Adam Copeland never got to experience Father's Day. It was torture, in grade school, watching his friends and classmates make Father's Day presents. Now, Father's Day was here once more and Adam finally had a reason to celebrate.
Adam awoke to the furious wails of an infant. Struggling to sit up, he remembered two things.
He remembered it was Father's Day and he was a father.
A week prior, his wife, Amy had given birth to a baby girl. Nine pounds, three ounces with her mother's fiery red hair, Emerson Bernadette Copeland had already stolen her father's heart.
"Morning," Adam murmured, feeling his wife sink into bed. Rolling over, he watched in silent awe, as Amy began to nurse Emerson. Amy giggled. "Why are you laughing?"
"Emmy's tickling me!" she laughed, mid-yawn.
Emerson had Amy's hazel eyes. She had Adam's facial structure. All in all, she was a beautiful baby.
"Do you know what today is?" Amy asked, placing a firmer grip on the baby.
"Father's Day, the first of many as a family," Adam said, watching Emerson suckle hungrily. "You are so beautiful."
"Who?" Amy asked, the fuzzy flannel of the baby's pajamas tickling her delicate fingertips. "Both of you," Adam murmured.
"I look terrible! My hair's a mess, I can't get the hang of breast-feeding. The baby's supposed to increase laundry, not Mommy who can't control her flow of breast milk or the hang of using pads!" Amy burst into tears.
Adam would never admit how beautiful he found her to be. For one thing, she wouldn't believe him. Then, she would proceed to list all her flaws. He wished she could see how beautiful she truly was.
"Ames, don't say that! You're gorgeous, especially when you're breastfeeding! You look so angelic, so content when you nourish her," Adam said, gently wiping her tears away. "There's a solution to every problem you listed."
"Like?" Amy asked, burping the baby. After the baby belched, she switched breasts.
"For the flow problems, use breast pads. For the pad problems, learn how to use them double up," he said, sighing. Then, he removed his shirt. Removing a white gauze bandage from his shoulder blade, he turned to reveal a tattoo.
She gasped, seeing it. Tears filled her eyes.
The tattoo was of Emerson's hand print. In black capital lettering, it read: DADDY'S PRINCESS. In normal black lettering, it said: Emerson Bernadette 5/27/07.
"My God!" Amy exclaimed, grinning. "I love it!"
"Hi, Mom."
"Hi, Dad," she murmured, blinking sleepily. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Babe," he whispered happily.
He could finally enjoy Father's Day.
The End.
"WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 6b": "The Werewolf"
In case you were wondering about the lack of bestiality, the story this week is just a variation of this:
http://www.werewolfpage.com/short_stories/thewerewolf.htm
Take a read through; it's more interesting than anything here!
http://www.werewolfpage.com/short_stories/thewerewolf.htm
Take a read through; it's more interesting than anything here!
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 6: "Sunny's Zoo Adventure"
http://www.wowefa.com/stories/SunnysZooAdventure.txt
Tammy Sytch A. K. A. Sunny had just made her ECW arena debut. She didn't disappoint the fans. She came to ringside wearing a see-thru silk robe and a thong bikini. She walked into the ring lifted up her robe and bent over to give the fans a thrill. She was now without a doubt the most popular personality in the organization.
The other girls Francine and Dawn Marie, wanted to take her out to welcome her. They planned the whole day together. Francine suggested that they go get a couple of drinks and go to the zoo. Dawn Marie was new to the area and had never been. Tammy agreed.
They arrived at the zoo about an hour before closing and it was almost deserted. It was a small zoo and really didn't have any major animals. They walked around for a while. The last stop they made was the monkey cage.
They were watching the gorilla's when one of them started to masturbate in front of the girls. It was the wildest thing they had ever seen and they started to laugh hysterically. That caused the gorilla to stop. The girls were disappointed, they started to coo and whisper to the gorilla to get him to start again. They tried to bribe the gorilla with a banana to keep going but it wouldn't.
Francine told Sunny "I'll bet you 200 dollars that you can't make that ape
start to masturbate."
Tammy took the bet. Tammy started to shake her tits at the apes but nothing happened.
Francine told her "You have to do better than that."
Tammy was becoming determined to win the bet so she took of her top. It still didn't work so she took off her pants.
Francine was egging her on, "Is that the best you can do?"
Tammy grabbed a banana and started to suck on it. Now all the gorillas were watching and they all had erections. All the apes had cocks a little bigger than the average male, about 8 inches.
Francine said, "You have to get closer so they can smell you." Tammy climbed over the safety rail and put her cute ass against the cage.
Dawn staggered over next to Francine and they grabbed Tammy. They pinned her arms against the cage. "You are not going to take my place in the triple threat." Francine snarled.
The zoo attendant came from behind the cage. He had the key and unlocked the cage. The girls pushed the hot Tammy in the cage with 4 horny apes.
Tammy fell and the first ape bounced on her. He grabbed her Breast and started to squeeze. He started to tug and pull at her.
Francine and Dawn didn't want Tammy to get hurt so they both stripped. They started to shower in their honeypots until the other three apes came over to the cage and started trying to grab them.
The first ape slammed his dong into Sunny's poop-hole with wild abandon. He had no idea he was in her brown-eye and he didn't care. He lifted her up and started running around the cage with her impaled on his cock. Each step he took made his cock go in further. Tammy was scared she would be stuck. Wanting it to cease, she looked down at the ape and muttered the only sentence of gorilla language she knew.
"Will you stop?"
The end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 5: "Frankie's Quest for Love"
Frankie's Quest for Love
Frankie sat atop his perch, lovesick and lonely. Would he ever find a soulmate?
He had sat on Koko's shoulder for hours as they browsed match.com in hopes his longtime friend could help him find somebody to mate with.
Frankie was very picky, but there were a few birds which caught his eye.
Pauly, Pauly, oh sweet pauly. Wow she was such a delectible feathered vixen. Frankie was concerned. It was rumored she wanted more that just a cracker. She was an insatiable sexpot, known for numerous orgies with huge flocks of robins and hummingbirds.
Frankie decided to pass on a potential tryst, as he didn't want to take the risk of getting any sexually-transmitted bird flu.
He needed somebody more wholesome, and who could fill that role better than Sesame Street's Big Bird? There was one catch, though. They were both males.
However, Frankie was not offended by homosexuality. In the Sixties, he had made love to many, many women, often outdoors, in the mud, in the rain. It was possible that a male slipped in. There'd be no way of knowing.
However, he was turned off by Big Bird's yellow feathers.
It reminded him of when he had yellow diahrrea and would have to stare at it, dried up and on the newspapers lining the bottom of his bird cage, because Koko was too lazy to clean it regularly.
Captain Morgan's parrot was an option, but alas, Frankie wanted nothing to do with an alcoholic parrot. It would bring back too many unpleasant memories of Koko stumbling in drunk after a weekend bender.
No, there was only one choice for Frankie: Toucan Sam. The rainbow-colored beak the Kellog's icon possessed made him randy. The mere thought of them sharing a naked breakfast in bed made him want to go choke his parrot.
There was only one dilemma. Would Frankie's dong fit into Sam's brown Froot Loop?
The End
(My great thanks to Iggy for the thankless job of transcribing the whole thing. I shudder for him on his behalf.)
Frankie sat atop his perch, lovesick and lonely. Would he ever find a soulmate?
He had sat on Koko's shoulder for hours as they browsed match.com in hopes his longtime friend could help him find somebody to mate with.
Frankie was very picky, but there were a few birds which caught his eye.
Pauly, Pauly, oh sweet pauly. Wow she was such a delectible feathered vixen. Frankie was concerned. It was rumored she wanted more that just a cracker. She was an insatiable sexpot, known for numerous orgies with huge flocks of robins and hummingbirds.
Frankie decided to pass on a potential tryst, as he didn't want to take the risk of getting any sexually-transmitted bird flu.
He needed somebody more wholesome, and who could fill that role better than Sesame Street's Big Bird? There was one catch, though. They were both males.
However, Frankie was not offended by homosexuality. In the Sixties, he had made love to many, many women, often outdoors, in the mud, in the rain. It was possible that a male slipped in. There'd be no way of knowing.
However, he was turned off by Big Bird's yellow feathers.
It reminded him of when he had yellow diahrrea and would have to stare at it, dried up and on the newspapers lining the bottom of his bird cage, because Koko was too lazy to clean it regularly.
Captain Morgan's parrot was an option, but alas, Frankie wanted nothing to do with an alcoholic parrot. It would bring back too many unpleasant memories of Koko stumbling in drunk after a weekend bender.
No, there was only one choice for Frankie: Toucan Sam. The rainbow-colored beak the Kellog's icon possessed made him randy. The mere thought of them sharing a naked breakfast in bed made him want to go choke his parrot.
There was only one dilemma. Would Frankie's dong fit into Sam's brown Froot Loop?
The End
(My great thanks to Iggy for the thankless job of transcribing the whole thing. I shudder for him on his behalf.)
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 4: "Childbirth"
“Jason Reso, I swear to God you’re never touching me again!” Christy Hemme-Reso screamed loudly as she squeezed her husband’s hand. She took a deep breath as her contraction passed and released Jason’s hand. Trying to shake the circulation back into his hand, Jay reached for a towel and gently pressed it to Christy’s forehead, brushing some of her red locks out of her face.
“You’re doing great honey, really.” Jay said supportively as he removed the towel.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Christy laughed, “how about you lay down and have to push this kid out and I’ll hold your hand.”
“I would if I could,” he lied with a smile.
“Sure you woul…ahhhhhhh…” Christy clutched Jay’s hand once again as she was hit with another contraction. When the contraction passed, Jay handed her a cool glass of water which she gladly gulped down.
“Okay Christy, we’re almost there,” the doctor said. “Now, next time I need you to give me a really good push.” Christy nodded and looked to her smiling husband who already had his hand ready for her.
“Squeeze away baby,” Jay said as she took his hand just as another contraction began. She squeezed Jay’s hand so hard he winced in pain. Screaming again, Christy pushed with all of her might. Suddenly the pain subsided and the cries of a newborn baby could be heard.
Crying, Christy pulled Jay down for a kiss as the nurse took the baby to be cleaned and examined.“Congratulations, you’re now the parents of a beautiful baby girl,” the nurse said holding the little pink bundle for the couple to see.
“Christy, isn’t she beautiful?” Jay asked but instead of a response he heard his wife gasping for air before she began to violently convulse. Alarms began to sound loudly from the monitoring equipment hooked up to Christy as the doctors swarmed over to the women, a nurse gently pulling Jason away from his wife. “Christy?”
“Sir, you need to step outside,” she said leading him to the door.“What’s wrong with my wife?”
“You need to step outside sir,” the nurse said sternly as she pushed him out of the door.
Pulling at the door handle, Jay realized the door was locked. Looking through the tiny bit of glass on the door he watched as the doctors frantically moved around his wife and he couldn’t help but notice the flat line the heart monitor was displaying. All at once, the doctors stopped their frantic movements and pulled the bed sheet over Christy’s head.
Tears fell from Jason’s eyes as he continued to try to get into the delivery room. He looked from his wife’s covered form to the new baby on the examination table. How was he ever going to raise this little girl on his own?
The tragic end.
“You’re doing great honey, really.” Jay said supportively as he removed the towel.
“That’s easy for you to say,” Christy laughed, “how about you lay down and have to push this kid out and I’ll hold your hand.”
“I would if I could,” he lied with a smile.
“Sure you woul…ahhhhhhh…” Christy clutched Jay’s hand once again as she was hit with another contraction. When the contraction passed, Jay handed her a cool glass of water which she gladly gulped down.
“Okay Christy, we’re almost there,” the doctor said. “Now, next time I need you to give me a really good push.” Christy nodded and looked to her smiling husband who already had his hand ready for her.
“Squeeze away baby,” Jay said as she took his hand just as another contraction began. She squeezed Jay’s hand so hard he winced in pain. Screaming again, Christy pushed with all of her might. Suddenly the pain subsided and the cries of a newborn baby could be heard.
Crying, Christy pulled Jay down for a kiss as the nurse took the baby to be cleaned and examined.“Congratulations, you’re now the parents of a beautiful baby girl,” the nurse said holding the little pink bundle for the couple to see.
“Christy, isn’t she beautiful?” Jay asked but instead of a response he heard his wife gasping for air before she began to violently convulse. Alarms began to sound loudly from the monitoring equipment hooked up to Christy as the doctors swarmed over to the women, a nurse gently pulling Jason away from his wife. “Christy?”
“Sir, you need to step outside,” she said leading him to the door.“What’s wrong with my wife?”
“You need to step outside sir,” the nurse said sternly as she pushed him out of the door.
Pulling at the door handle, Jay realized the door was locked. Looking through the tiny bit of glass on the door he watched as the doctors frantically moved around his wife and he couldn’t help but notice the flat line the heart monitor was displaying. All at once, the doctors stopped their frantic movements and pulled the bed sheet over Christy’s head.
Tears fell from Jason’s eyes as he continued to try to get into the delivery room. He looked from his wife’s covered form to the new baby on the examination table. How was he ever going to raise this little girl on his own?
The tragic end.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 3: "Trish's Secret"
The moment Trish Stratus had been dreading ever since she joined the
WWE had finally come. She would have to reveal her horrible secret to
the management. There was just no way around it with Vince and
Stephanie McMahon constantly pressuring her into posing for Playboy
magazine to promote the company and Summer Slam. Trish time and again
did her best to prolong the inevitable declining the offer giving out
excuse after excuse, but with her winning back the Women's Title at Bad
Blood they pretty much backed her into a corner. She would at last have
to tell them the truth. Taking a deep breath Trish knocked on
Stephanie's hotel room door.
The door opened and Stephanie, dressed in a skimpy pink nightie which left
nothing to the imagination with the way it showed off her mountainous
tits, greeted Trish with a hug before letting her in. Stephanie could tell Trish
was distressed by the look on her face and asked with concern as they sat
on the couch, "Trish, what's wrong?"
"Well, the truth is... as much as I'd love to, I can never be in Playboy,"
Trish announced as tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I don't understand. Why not?"
"Because... I was born with sort of a birth defect, which if I did pose would
destroy my career and label me a 'freak'!" Trish confessed causing her to
totally breakdown and cry.
"Birth defect!?! You've been doing bikini shoots showing off your perfectly
toned body for years. What could you possibly keep hidden for all this time?"
Stephanie asked completely perplexed.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so the only way I can prove it is to
you is to show you," she said wiping the tears from her face.
Trish then got up and stood in
front of Stephanie and began to unzip her hip
hugger jeans. When the zipper got all the way to the bottom, giving just a
glimpse of her black laced thong, she reached for Stephanie's hand and placed
it inside. Stephanie's eyes went wide in shock. This couldn't be what she
thought it was. Not only that, it felt huge.
"This can't be real. It's just too big," Stephanie said with doubt, "This
is a rib, isn't it? You had me fooled for a second. You're wearing a large
strap-on dildo. Admit it."
"There's only one way to know for sure. Pull it out and see," Trish
countered.
This caused Stephanie to gulp. She had to call Trish's buff. Grabbing a firm
grip she pulled out the three time consecutive reigning Diva Of The Year's
massive dick from its confines. Stephanie was completely mesmerized by the
sight before her. She was indeed holding on to a real cock. Trish's cock!
"Oh, my God! Trish, how were you
able to keep this a secret for so long? It
must be at least 8 inches," Stephanie muttered as her
petite hand didn't even come close to wrapping around its veiny girth.
"A hell of a lot of duct tape and it's just over 10 inches to be exact," the
blonde confirmed.
"A big, beautiful... 10 inches," Stephanie corrected her as her hand stroked it
to full hardness. Eyeing Trish's cock like a dog does a bone just out of
reach, she licked her lips getting them nice and wet before asking, "May I?"
The End.
WWE had finally come. She would have to reveal her horrible secret to
the management. There was just no way around it with Vince and
Stephanie McMahon constantly pressuring her into posing for Playboy
magazine to promote the company and Summer Slam. Trish time and again
did her best to prolong the inevitable declining the offer giving out
excuse after excuse, but with her winning back the Women's Title at Bad
Blood they pretty much backed her into a corner. She would at last have
to tell them the truth. Taking a deep breath Trish knocked on
Stephanie's hotel room door.
The door opened and Stephanie, dressed in a skimpy pink nightie which left
nothing to the imagination with the way it showed off her mountainous
tits, greeted Trish with a hug before letting her in. Stephanie could tell Trish
was distressed by the look on her face and asked with concern as they sat
on the couch, "Trish, what's wrong?"
"Well, the truth is... as much as I'd love to, I can never be in Playboy,"
Trish announced as tears began to well up in her eyes.
"I don't understand. Why not?"
"Because... I was born with sort of a birth defect, which if I did pose would
destroy my career and label me a 'freak'!" Trish confessed causing her to
totally breakdown and cry.
"Birth defect!?! You've been doing bikini shoots showing off your perfectly
toned body for years. What could you possibly keep hidden for all this time?"
Stephanie asked completely perplexed.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so the only way I can prove it is to
you is to show you," she said wiping the tears from her face.
Trish then got up and stood in
front of Stephanie and began to unzip her hip
hugger jeans. When the zipper got all the way to the bottom, giving just a
glimpse of her black laced thong, she reached for Stephanie's hand and placed
it inside. Stephanie's eyes went wide in shock. This couldn't be what she
thought it was. Not only that, it felt huge.
"This can't be real. It's just too big," Stephanie said with doubt, "This
is a rib, isn't it? You had me fooled for a second. You're wearing a large
strap-on dildo. Admit it."
"There's only one way to know for sure. Pull it out and see," Trish
countered.
This caused Stephanie to gulp. She had to call Trish's buff. Grabbing a firm
grip she pulled out the three time consecutive reigning Diva Of The Year's
massive dick from its confines. Stephanie was completely mesmerized by the
sight before her. She was indeed holding on to a real cock. Trish's cock!
"Oh, my God! Trish, how were you
able to keep this a secret for so long? It
must be at least 8 inches," Stephanie muttered as her
petite hand didn't even come close to wrapping around its veiny girth.
"A hell of a lot of duct tape and it's just over 10 inches to be exact," the
blonde confirmed.
"A big, beautiful... 10 inches," Stephanie corrected her as her hand stroked it
to full hardness. Eyeing Trish's cock like a dog does a bone just out of
reach, she licked her lips getting them nice and wet before asking, "May I?"
The End.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 2: "The Secret Life Of Michelle McCool"
"The Secret Life Of Michelle McCool"
Written by Princess976
Performed by Sir Alec Heineken to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (in C-Sharp Minor), First Movement Adagio sostenuto
She stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a secret smile. If any of them knew they would be shocked. Plus it's more fun to keep it a secret. Her secret. Her deepest darkest guilty pleasure. Not even Maria her very best friend knew this secret. Ever since joining the WWE she had indulged herself. Every city a different random person.
People would be shocked. Shocked that the oh so pristine Michelle McCool has hot dirty sex with a random guy in every city. She usually used her current SuperStar crush to pick the kind of hook-up she made. Right now, CM Punk was the only thing on her mind. So she was looking for tattoos and piercings. She was not very picky, so it didn't take her long to decide who she wanted. She saw him before he saw her. She got up from her table and put herself in his path, and made sure he bumped into her. She fell to the ground. He of course helped her to her feet. After about a million apologies, she flashes her made for TV smile at him. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
“Of course. I’ll probably just be a little sore from hitting the ground so hard.”
“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you."
"Make it up to me? How?”
“However you want.”
Michelle seized her chance.“You think you’re man enough to make me feel better.”
“I know I am.”
“Confident. I like it. Meet me later tonight.”
“Ok, where?”
“My hotel. Hyatt by the airport room 436 here’s the key.”
She went to room 436 to await her tattooed friend. At quarter after he slipped into the room. “I’m sorry im late.”
“No talking.” She had strict rules after her trysts had begun. No talking, she didn’t want anykind of emotional connection to them, strictly physical. She liked to be in charge. She grabbed him and helped him take his shirt off. She was pleased to see that his body was rock hard. She unzipped his jeans and fell to her knees in front of him. She always made sure that this was the first thing she did. Sheknew she was very good at oral sex. She knew this was probably the best blow job he’d ever had. She counted on it. Men were easier to work withafter you gave them head.
She stripped and went to the bed. She beckoned him to her. He went to her and took her nipple in his mouth and gently bit down. Michelle moaned out loud. She pushed his head farther down. When he was exactly where she wanted she put her legs on his shoulders and locked her ankles. He had no escape. He dove his tongue into her wet pulsating beaver. Michelle couldn’t believe her luck. This guy knew exactly how to eat her. He knew when to suck and when to lick. She could feel herself about to climax. When she did he licked up every single drop of her love then he slid his hard as steel love missile into her waiting silo. He pulled her up on her knees and entered her form the back. Michelle had to grab the headboard to keep from hitting her face. Her tattooed lover thrust harder until it almost hurt her. Then he pulled out of her.
He laid down on his back and looked at her. He guided her around to sit on his chest then pushed her head toward his still hard boner. Michelle eagerly took all of him into her mouth while he dined on her juicy honeypot. He licked her dry then got dressed and left without a word.
The End.
Written by Princess976
Performed by Sir Alec Heineken to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata (in C-Sharp Minor), First Movement Adagio sostenuto
She stared at her reflection in the mirror and gave herself a secret smile. If any of them knew they would be shocked. Plus it's more fun to keep it a secret. Her secret. Her deepest darkest guilty pleasure. Not even Maria her very best friend knew this secret. Ever since joining the WWE she had indulged herself. Every city a different random person.
People would be shocked. Shocked that the oh so pristine Michelle McCool has hot dirty sex with a random guy in every city. She usually used her current SuperStar crush to pick the kind of hook-up she made. Right now, CM Punk was the only thing on her mind. So she was looking for tattoos and piercings. She was not very picky, so it didn't take her long to decide who she wanted. She saw him before he saw her. She got up from her table and put herself in his path, and made sure he bumped into her. She fell to the ground. He of course helped her to her feet. After about a million apologies, she flashes her made for TV smile at him. "I'm fine, really. Don't worry."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
“Of course. I’ll probably just be a little sore from hitting the ground so hard.”
“I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you."
"Make it up to me? How?”
“However you want.”
Michelle seized her chance.“You think you’re man enough to make me feel better.”
“I know I am.”
“Confident. I like it. Meet me later tonight.”
“Ok, where?”
“My hotel. Hyatt by the airport room 436 here’s the key.”
She went to room 436 to await her tattooed friend. At quarter after he slipped into the room. “I’m sorry im late.”
“No talking.” She had strict rules after her trysts had begun. No talking, she didn’t want anykind of emotional connection to them, strictly physical. She liked to be in charge. She grabbed him and helped him take his shirt off. She was pleased to see that his body was rock hard. She unzipped his jeans and fell to her knees in front of him. She always made sure that this was the first thing she did. Sheknew she was very good at oral sex. She knew this was probably the best blow job he’d ever had. She counted on it. Men were easier to work withafter you gave them head.
She stripped and went to the bed. She beckoned him to her. He went to her and took her nipple in his mouth and gently bit down. Michelle moaned out loud. She pushed his head farther down. When he was exactly where she wanted she put her legs on his shoulders and locked her ankles. He had no escape. He dove his tongue into her wet pulsating beaver. Michelle couldn’t believe her luck. This guy knew exactly how to eat her. He knew when to suck and when to lick. She could feel herself about to climax. When she did he licked up every single drop of her love then he slid his hard as steel love missile into her waiting silo. He pulled her up on her knees and entered her form the back. Michelle had to grab the headboard to keep from hitting her face. Her tattooed lover thrust harder until it almost hurt her. Then he pulled out of her.
He laid down on his back and looked at her. He guided her around to sit on his chest then pushed her head toward his still hard boner. Michelle eagerly took all of him into her mouth while he dined on her juicy honeypot. He licked her dry then got dressed and left without a word.
The End.
WrestleCrap Fan Fiction Theatre Episode 1: "Love"
(For you 12 Listeners to read along at home!)
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"Love"
Written by Dizzi Ducki
Performed by Sir Alec Heineken to Pachelbel's Canon in D Major
Shawn snuggled up to his lover, basking in the warmth of their bodies shared heat. Though they were both damp with sweat, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Just a few moments earlier, they were rolling around under the sheets, rubbing at each others bare bodies, kissing, hugging, and so much more. And it was their first time, too. In the two years they had been together, they'd never had sex because Shawn wasn't ready, but now, it was all different.
"Oh Shawn, baby, I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the whole world," Hunter cooed, kissing his lover's hair lovingly,"I'm glad that you decided to do this with me, at last. But, baby, even if you didn't, I'd still love you so much."
"Oh Hunt, do you really mean that?"
"Of course, hun. You're the most wonderful, amazing, adorable person in the world."
Shawn quirked a goofy grin and nuzzled his face into his lover's shoulder,"Aw shucks Hunt, yer makin' me blush."
"That's what I do, love." Hunter protectively tightened his embrace around the Texan,"Because I know you're all mine. But I was wondering, why was this all of a sudden?"
Shawn shrugged his shoulders,"I don't really know. Somehow, today, I got the feeling that I just needed to. The feeling just made me know that I... Uhm... We were ready."
"Well baby, whatever that feeling was, I'm glad it showed up. What do you think we should call that feeling?"
"Uhm, I don't know, let me think." Shawn bit his lip while he tried to think of a good name.
"How 'bout serendipity?"
"Huh?"
"Right, too long...Then, uhm, maybe horny?"
Hunter rolled his eyes,"Shawn!"
"Right, right, too blunt..."
The blond lifted Shawn's chin up to give him a sweet kiss,"I know what we could call it."
"What?!"
"Love."
THE END!!!
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"Love"
Written by Dizzi Ducki
Performed by Sir Alec Heineken to Pachelbel's Canon in D Major
Shawn snuggled up to his lover, basking in the warmth of their bodies shared heat. Though they were both damp with sweat, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Just a few moments earlier, they were rolling around under the sheets, rubbing at each others bare bodies, kissing, hugging, and so much more. And it was their first time, too. In the two years they had been together, they'd never had sex because Shawn wasn't ready, but now, it was all different.
"Oh Shawn, baby, I love you so much. I love you more than anything in the whole world," Hunter cooed, kissing his lover's hair lovingly,"I'm glad that you decided to do this with me, at last. But, baby, even if you didn't, I'd still love you so much."
"Oh Hunt, do you really mean that?"
"Of course, hun. You're the most wonderful, amazing, adorable person in the world."
Shawn quirked a goofy grin and nuzzled his face into his lover's shoulder,"Aw shucks Hunt, yer makin' me blush."
"That's what I do, love." Hunter protectively tightened his embrace around the Texan,"Because I know you're all mine. But I was wondering, why was this all of a sudden?"
Shawn shrugged his shoulders,"I don't really know. Somehow, today, I got the feeling that I just needed to. The feeling just made me know that I... Uhm... We were ready."
"Well baby, whatever that feeling was, I'm glad it showed up. What do you think we should call that feeling?"
"Uhm, I don't know, let me think." Shawn bit his lip while he tried to think of a good name.
"How 'bout serendipity?"
"Huh?"
"Right, too long...Then, uhm, maybe horny?"
Hunter rolled his eyes,"Shawn!"
"Right, right, too blunt..."
The blond lifted Shawn's chin up to give him a sweet kiss,"I know what we could call it."
"What?!"
"Love."
THE END!!!