Claire stood there, a complete and utter nervous wreck. She couldn’t believe she would be seeing the wrestling matches first hand, and may have an opportunity to interact with some of them. She was obsessed with wrestling ever since she was a little girl, and had asked her mom for training lessons, which was adamantly refused. It was only until she could afford it herself with a part time job as a waitress before she finally began training her body, wanting to be part of the community as soon as possible. The main problem was, she was petite with a curvy build, and it made it difficult for her to go against the ferocious tall women she was usually put up against, and it disappointed her every single time she lost. It wasn’t the pain or the bruises or the aftermath of it all, it was the fact that she was one step further away from her goal that killed her inside.
It was just a typical training afternoon when her coach approached her, a grin wide on her lips. “I’ve got news for you, champ.” She said, her arms immediately around Claire.
Claire couldn’t believe the next words that came out of her mouth. The scouts at WWE loved her previous performance at the amateur wrestling match, and wanted to meet with her for a potential contract. Claire was almost shivering with anticipation. It felt like a dream more than anything else. How could it be possible? She wasn’t as good as some of the people she fought with, and the WWE never seemed interested in them.
They asked her to meet before the next WWE RAW event, to discuss more of the contract at hand and show her some of the training that she would have to undergo to be part of the organization. She agreed immediately, and tried to tell herself she would have fun with just the VIP access, and not expect anything more than that.
She arrived a few hours early, unable to help herself. She couldn’t even sleep that night in anticipation. The scout was a lovely woman, who showed her around the space to her absolute awe and delight. This was Claire’s dream come true, and she couldn’t believe it was this beautiful. They discussed a developmental contract, which Claire pocketed, knowing she would have to talk to her coach first. Then, the scout told her to just enjoy herself, and Claire nodded, knowing she fully would.
It was when she first saw the wrestlers that her nerves got the better of her. They were tough and strong, their muscles bulging out of them and glistening even brighter than they did on television, and on the posters in her bedroom wall. How could she compete with people like that? Even the women looked like they could devour her for dinner.
She hid backstage through the whole event like a coward, standing in a remote spot she found for herself to not bother the men and women at work backstage. The scout was nowhere to be found, and she felt utterly alone and abandoned, and wondered multiple times if she should just walk around and talk to someone. Anyone.
There was a big TV screen where the ongoing wrestling match was playing, and her heart pounded as she watched, wanting The Miz to get a shot against Edge, who seemed like he was going to lose anytime now. Her hands were gripped tight, and she felt sweaty as she watched, unable to help herself. This was everything she loved, after all.
Suddenly, she got the feeling that she wasn’t alone in the room anymore. She turned her head slowly to the side to see a man standing next to her, his attention solely focused on the screen. She couldn’t believe it. Her mouth was gaped open, and she stared unabashedly, unable to help herself. It was John Cena. The John Cena. The most gorgeous man she’d ever seen in her life, and a huge inspiration for her to become a wrestler in the first place. His grin made her live through the toughest of days, and she had watched almost every single interview with him. The fact that he was standing there, right next to her, was completely bewildering for her. She couldn’t help but stare. And stare. And stare.
Her stomach was in knots, and she had no idea when he joined her. Her head was spinning, and she wondered if she should say something to break the ice. It was becoming uncomfortable, though only for her, as he didn’t even seem like he was paying any attention to her.
Finally, she couldn’t help it anymore. Her voice croaked slightly as she said, “hi, I’m a huge fan of yours.”
He finally looked at her, and she felt as if she had melted. His eyes… they were stunning. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t see you there. I’m John.” He moved his hand out, and she shook it, feeling the strong grip against her.
“I know.” She said, and hated herself for being a complete dork. “I’m actually here to sign a contract with the WWE.”
He looked at her up and down, like he didn’t believe her at all. “So you’re here to check out the competition, eh?” He said, grinning slightly.
She shook her head, and pointed to her badge. “I’m just here because they gave me a VIP pass, and it’s obviously been my dream to see what it’s like back here.”
“Not as good as you thought, huh?” He said jokingly.
She shook her head immediately, her eyes bright. “Not as good?! No, it’s amazing. I can’t believe how amazing you all are!” She cursed herself for her running mouth.
He laughed out loud, unable to help himself.
“I’m terrible, though. I have no idea why they want me.” She admitted. When he didn’t say anything, she continued, “do you think you can give me some pointers?”
“Hmm….” He said, thinking about it. “What do you need help with?”
She adjusted her position, which was awkward knowing that it was John Cena staring at her form, judging her every movement. She showed him a punch she just learned a few days ago, something she had still been unable to muster. He shook his head, already knowing what was wrong. He asked her if she was okay with him adjusting her and she nodded, blushing slightly. He moved his oiled up body behind her, and moved her, then pushed her fist out in a different motion, giving her some pointers as she did.
She tried hard to focus, to really pay attention to the words he was saying by her ear, but how could she? When she could feel his hard body against her back, pressing into her, the heat enveloping her completely. It was like she was lost in a foggy haze, and the only person that could get her out of it was him. She thanked him for his help, and he let go, nodding.
They spent the rest of the match talking casually, making comments here and there about the two men’s forms, and betting on who they thought would win. Naturally, John Cena won the bet, and they couldn’t help but laugh, clearly enjoying each other’s company. No matter how nervous Claire was, she couldn’t help but feel at ease with him. Like they were always meant to be friends with each other. She couldn’t believe they met, and she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
When the match was finished, he leaned against the wall, studying her. She gulped, wondering if she should say goodbye and leave before things got awkward again. “Do you want to head back to my prepping room? I can show you what it’s like when you’re in the big leagues.” He winked.
She nodded, she couldn’t believe this was happening, but she would have to go along with it for as long as possible. Clearly, he was enjoying her company as well. She followed him through the corridors, noting people’s stares as they walked by. She wondered if they thought the two of them were dating, and the thought made her red again. She couldn’t help but imagine dating him, being with him… letting him touch her with that strong and hard body.
After giving her a tour of the space, a small room with a large 4K TV, a small fridge with drinks, and a bathroom with a shower, he sat on the couch, turning on his TV to put on American dad. She laughed, unable to believe John Cena was watching such a casual sitcom. She would have to tell her friends all about it when she finally got out of this place. He invited her to join him, and so she sat down, still feeling cautious.
Though she still felt on edge, they had a few laughs at the TV together, and she wondered time and time again if she should just get up and leave. These were getting weirder and more conflicted, and she realized how weird the situation was. Did John Cena invite everyone to his room to watch sitcoms with him?
He was a complete pleasure to be around, he offered her drinks, and was smooth and flirty, giving her winks and looks of affection as he passed her the drinks, or brushed against her body time and time again. She couldn’t help but wonder… was he into her? Was she into him? If he wanted to bang right there and then, would she want to do so? Everytime she flirted back with him, wondering if he would respond in kind, he became stern and cold, like he didn’t know if this was something he really wanted. Her thoughts were racing, and she didn’t know what to say next… what to do next… the sexual tension between them was palpable, like it could be cut with a knife, and she wondered if she should be the first to do something about it.
When the second episode of the show ended, he turned to her, asking her if she wanted another drink. She shook her head, “no thanks, John. I really think I should be heading home now.” This was getting ridiculous. She had to leave, to escape before it was too late for her to do so.
“Oh?” He said. “Why so soon?”
She stood up, shaking her head. “I don’t want to disturb you, this seems to be a time you usually spend by yourself.”
He grabbed her around her wrist, and pulled her down, forcing her body onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in. She gasped and her mind immediately began to spin again. What was he doing? Did he think she was giving him signals this entire time? He rubbed his nose against her throat, and made a growling sound, letting it revibrate through her skin. “John…” She said, cautiously. “What are you doing?”
“I want you. Here. Now.” He said, like it wasn’t up to her.
“I…” She gulped. What was she supposed to do now? She had gotten herself into this mess. “We just met.” She said.
“And? You feel the tension between us. You want me just as much as I want you.” He moved his hand from her waist, parting her legs as he stared down at her body. His rough fingers moved between her, and patted her crotch, which was warm under his touch. “You’re already wet for me, aren’t you?” He growled.
She gulped, knowing that she was. She didn’t want him to know, though. He pressed into the fabric of her jeans, and licked the column of her neck once more. “You taste so sweet.” He said, and she almost mewled in response. He was so muscular, so dominant, and she couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like for him to slam her against the wall and have his way with her, uncaring of her response or what she needed. Honestly, it was exactly what she wanted at that very moment.
He shifted her body against his, so easily, like she was a doll for him to play with, and she straddled him on his lap, giving him full access to her body. He placed his mouth around hers, enwrapping her lips as he kissed her roughly. His tongue played with her lips, forcing her mouth to open for him. He forced his way in, and his saliva dripped down her throat as they kissed. When he pulled away from her, she looked at him again and said, “John…” She didn’t know what she was going to ask of him. To stop? To continue? Her mind was hazy and confused.
He moved his hands up before she could say anymore, and wrapped it around her neck, pressing down onto it. She gasped out loud. She had never been choked in the bedroom before, and she immediately felt defensive, her teachings rushing back to her at once. She grabbed onto his wrist, and tried to bend his arm backwards. He ignored her, like she was nothing to him. He stared at her and said, “don’t talk. Don’t pretend you don’t want this, you little slut.” He said, grinning. She gasped and clawed at his arm, but he lifted her up and slammed her against the wall, making the whole room shake.
He let go of her, letting her choke out a breath, and shifted his body into her, making her unable to move or get away. He reached over and pulled her pants down, revealing her panties, already soaked in her juices. He bent down and pushed his nose into her crotch, breathing deeply. “Fuck you smell delicious.” He said and moved up again, grabbing her hair.
He flipped her body around, and forced her ass into his crotch, and she gasped out loud, feeling his groin press against her. She could already feel how hard and thick he was for her, how ready he was to pound her. Did she want it? Did she want him to fuck her and take her as his own? It didn’t seem like she had a choice at this point… and her body was completely betraying her.
He rubbed his crotch against her, and her face pressed against the wall as he ground into her over and over again. “John…” She moaned out again. She hadn’t realized that he had taken off his pants, and felt her mind go blank when she felt his tip press against her panties, which was now dripping with all the juices she produced. He ripped it off instantly, and pounded into her smoothly as she cried out loud. “Fuck!” She yelled, unable to help herself.
He felt fucking delicious, the way he spread her apart, more than she’d ever been before. He started to pound her mercilessly, like he didn’t care if she had to adjust or not. He pulled her hair back, making her open her mouth in a wide ‘O’ as he continued to fuck her, hitting her G-spot over and over again with the arch of her body. She had no idea she could even bend that far back.
She moved her hand down to play with her clit as he continued to pound her, and was immediately shocked by the feel of his rough hands slapping her ass. “Don’t you fucking dare pleasure yourself.” He grounded out. “You’re mine to enjoy, whore.”
She nodded, and he slapped her ass again, spanking her for the first time in her life. The pain turned directly into pleasure, and she couldn’t help but feel extremely humiliated by the way he was treating her. What was worse was… she was enjoying every second of it. And he knew it.
He was thrusting into her faster and faster now, and her legs began to shake, unable to keep herself up anymore. When it felt like she was going to break apart from the sensation, he lifted her and threw her onto the couch. As soon as she got into a sitting position, she saw him stand in front of her, his hand stroking his dick as he looked down at her. “Suck.” He commanded. She obeyed at once, and sucked her juices off his dick, bobbing up and down as she took him in eagerly. He was fucking huge, she couldn’t believe she could fit him inside her pussy like that. It turned her on even more, and she swirled her tongue around him, tasting every single part of him. She moaned, and he grabbed onto her hair, thrusting into her like she was his own personal cumdump. She had only been able to get half of him inside her mouth so far, and yet as he pounded her, he was able to get all the way in, bending in her throat as he went past her gag reflex. She choked on his cock, coughing and gagging like she couldn’t breathe anymore. He didn’t care though, and continued to fuck her.
She swirled her tongue against him more, and began to play with her clit, somehow knowing he would let her this time. She needed to cum badly, more than she ever needed to before. He gave her a particularly hard thrust, and began to moan louder and louder. She knew he was close, and began to play with her clit even more aggressively. They came at once, and he shot his load deep into her throat, spreading her mouth open over and over again as he thrusted his load into her.
She choked and gagged as she came as well, her pussy clenching around her fingers, begging to be fucked more. He finally let her go, and slapped her hard across the face. “Did I tell you you could cum?” He said, growling once more.
“No…” She said, with tears running down her eyes.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her up, “time for round two, slut.”