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 characters, promotions, wrestlers, events 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. All characters depicted in this fiction are over 18 years of age. I do not own ROH or any other wrestling promotion, or any current or former wrestlers/characters.
Starring: Mandy Leon (ROH)
Bang(Bus)ing The Indies -- Mandy Leon
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, inter, anal.
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The video started up, showing off the view from the passenger's window out the window at the Miami, Florida sunny day and some generic looking streets and vehicles. "Another beautiful, sunny day ain't it?" The familiar voice from behind the camera said. "Perfect day for cruising, checking out the sights... And picking up some hot bitches for a good time, am I right?" The 'Dirty One;' remarked as he put out his free arm to the driver, as he didn't even turn around but briefly brought the hand up to touch fists. "My man!" Dirty said as he brought the camera back, showing that he was in the back of the infamous van with several graffiti and other slogans and signatures across the roof. "Yeah, this guy knows it!" He said, reaching out his free arm to extend it.
A fist bump delivered by the smiling, handsome and toned pornstar Tyler Steel as he sat on the back seats. Clad in shorts, a sleeveless top and wearing a snapback. "Damn fucking right it is." Tyler said. "So who we cruising for today?"
"OK, now this is a long one... And nah, I don't mean what my man Tyler here is packing." Dirty chuckled. "Now, everyone knows the deal. That not every time we pick up a chick here in the van its just a 'random' shall we say. The folks know the deal about what we do." He began to explain. "So Tyler, you might not remember this, but like a few years ago, like two or more I can't fucking remember... But we were like sending offers out, pitches and that to all these sort of wrestling hotties. You know, the real hot babes in skimpy clothes, built to high hell, getting all hot and sweaty and shit."
"Sounds like my kind of party, man." Steel said with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah... So like you know, we were sending out offers to women, to promotions. Promising the big bucks for them to come on down and get down and dirty in the good old van like we do with the, you know, fucking real porn babes. Not the basic rate we give the one and done sluts we get on here usually." Dirty One continued to explain. "And like, none of them accepted which ain't no surprise. Some coming back with the old excuse of..." He started talking in a high pitched, mocking voice. "Oh I got standards, I've got a career, this isn't how you respect women." He said before speaking normally again. "All that crap. Which hey, we've been knocked back before for more money offered to like, real more famous celebs than them. So no big deal. Buuuuuuuuuuut..."
"I'm liking the sounds of this 'but' bit..." Tyler said with a nod as he stayed smiling.
"Buuuuuuuuuuut... Then the fucking pandemic happens, right? And there ain't shit of any wrassling shows fucking anywhere unless you're one of the TV show promotions and even then, they're all taking a hit. So then? All of a fucking sudden we're getting emails back and shit, asking if the offers are still on the table and shit. And then I'm all like 'Well, you know, times are tough so the rate might be a little down, we need to talk things over'... So basically, I'm getting messaged by these smoking hot, wrestling babes who are now fucking down to get down! And it's fucking great! Except now I'm making changes to the deal."
"You had me at down to get down my man." Steel said, laughing as he again leaned forward to accept another fist bump.
"Yeah, fucking right you are! But like, these chicks? Now we're getting them for like half the original money we offered, well like maybe a quarter distance or whatever. That's what the accountant's there to work out. So a little less cash, but they got to agree to go all out. None of these fake ass, just rubbing their pussy kind of celeb video shit. And I'm talking they're going aaaaaaaaaaaaaaall out. Fucking money shots, hair pulling, titty fucking... Fucking getting fucked up the ass, all that shit."
"Nice, nice!" Tyler kept grinning. "Explains why you packed lube for once and not just the rubbers."