WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the wrestlers, promotions, people, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own the WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.
Starring: Roman Reigns, Trish Stratus (all WWE).
Acknowledge Trish
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001 & Kristi.
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal, inter.
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Following the shocking events of the WWE Night of Champions Premium Live Event earlier in the night, a disgruntled Tribal Chief in the Undisputed Universal WWE Champion Roman Reigns is sitting back in a luxury chair in his private jet as the luggage bags are being loaded up. Reigns, clad in black pants and one of his 'Needle Mover' T-shirts is staring blankly ahead without even locking eyes at The Wiseman, Paul Heyman or his loyal soldier of The Bloodline in Solo Sikoa.
"...Solo. Leave us." Roman growls, still not looking at either of them. Solo, still rubbing the back of his neck, just silently nods as he turns and slowly walks to the front area of the jet and closes the door behind him. Leaving Reigns and Heyman as an intense stillness is in the air and the sound of the jet and work going on around it as Roman continues to glare ahead. No doubt processing both failing to bring the Undisputed Tag Team Championships back to The Bloodline, but also the seeming betrayal done by specifically Jimmy Uso and perhaps both of the Usos together.
Paul Heyman, the Wiseman of the Bloodline and loyal servant of the Tribal Chief, steps over to stand in front of Roman Reigns, forcing him to look up "My Tribal Chief... I must say... We need to talk about this problem involving your cousin, Jimmy Uso..." Heyman begins to say, templing his hands in a triangle in front of his body "I believe Jimmy may be a lost cause in the Bloodline..."
Roman's mouth curls a bit into a snarl, sharply remembering what happened less than an hour ago. "Problem? Problem?!" Roman's voice snaps, making Heyman back away for a moment. "The Usos disrespected my orders, got involved in my match and then Jimmy..." He pauses, controlling his anger as he glances away for a moment then back to The Wiseman. "Put his hands on me... I didn't lose tonight. I did NOT lose! Jimmy Uso lost that match for me!" Reigns growled as he sat back, clenching his fist. "I will deal with The Usos come Smackdown... And either Jimmy will fall in line like Jey? Or I will deal with him personally." He said with a clear tone of a threat in his voice.
"Jimmy Uso will learn..." Paul Heyman agrees with a nod of his head "Because, my Tribal Chief.. you are the Undisputed WWE Champion... You are...Roman Reigns! My Tribal Chief, you are the greatest of all time!" Paul Heyman says as he hypes up and feeds Roman's ego.
"Did someone say... Greatest of all time?" A voice says from behind Paul Heyman, causing him to startle before he turns around to look at the doorway that leads into the sitting quarters of the private jet, turning his back to Reigns. Paul Heyman's eyes widen at the sight in front of him.
"Because... That would be me..." The legendary focal point of the later Attitude Era and Ruthless Aggression Era, Trish Stratus says standing in the doorway, with a mischievous and arrogant smirk on her beautiful face, her left hand placed on her slender hip and her right hand raised as she proudly displays her Hall of Fame ring. Trish is dressed in a dazzling charcoal pink one-piece romper, which nicely illustrates her nicely toned and fit, slender body, which perfectly highlights her tight backside and gorgeous chest, and sporting above-the-knee length black heeled boots.
Paul Heyman locks his eyes on Trish Stratus as she lowers her right hand and steps out of the doorway, casually walking into the luxurious sitting quarters of the Tribal Chief.
"Trish Stratus..." Heyman says as he looks at the Hall of Famer suspiciously.
"Paul Heyman..." Trish responds with a smirk "It's been quite some time..."
Paul Heyman nods his head, "Indeed it has Miss Stratus..." Heyman says, clearly on guard.
Trish Stratus softly laughs as she takes a moment to look around the private jet "Gee, Paul...you sure have upgraded from the trashy bingo halls..."
Paul Heyman's eyes widen as he takes offence to the comment and stares at Trish. "Miss Stratus... The Tribal Chief is in no mood..." Heyman begins to say.
"Just think of it, Paul... If you played your cards right..." Trish says, interrupting Heyman, "I could've saved that doomed disaster of ECW, just like I'm saving the Women's Division now." Trish says with a smirk as she approached closer to Heyman and Reigns.
Heyman presses his lips together and turns his head to look away for a moment, before looking back at Trish "Miss Stratus, I know this isn't your first encounter with the Bloodline..." Paul Heyman says before he pauses and gives Trish a knowing look, which she only responds to with a sly smirk. "But... I can assure you... That Dwayne Johnson does not match up to Roman Reigns..." Heyman says in a firm tone.
As the two are starting to bicker, Roman just sits back as he glances between the two. But his gaze stays lingering on Trish's tight outfit that while covering up, doesn't do much to hide the stunning, timeless curves of the MILF and Legendary Diva. So for the moment, he just lets the two go at it as he surveys the scene. Certainly not objecting to Trish having invited herself onto his private jet.
