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Bcw Pt 10 Raw Roulette 02

Bcw Pt 10 Raw Roulette 02

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*I am not affiliated with WWE. This story, and series, is fiction. This story exists in a parallel universe, the same universe that Chapters 1 through 9 take place in, and did not happen. While real WWE ring names are used in this series, a different name is used for the fed, because a different roster exists in it. I did not know that there was an independent company called BCW when I began this series, so this is obviously unaffiliated with that as well.*

*author's note- I wanted to state this to avoid any confusion, the beginning of this chapter includes time-jumps. Wanted to clarify that since it's the first time I've used them. (Chapter 4 involved time-travel, but was still told linearly). Flash-backs are marked with <<<, and Flash-forwards are marked with >>>.

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If you've stayed in enough hotels in your life, you're bound to have a couple nights where you're awoken unmistakable sounds of pleasure from a neighboring room. If the love-makers are having enough fun that they could be heard through the wall, then hey, good for them.

What is extremely rare, however, was when you could hear said sounds coming from, not a room neighboring yours to your left or right, but from a room *above* yours. Someone had to be really getting it really, really good for their moans to pass through the floor of their room, the ceiling of the room below, and down towards the occupants of said room...

...Or was it 'someone's? This room's one occupant was curious. Why was she so curious? Because she was 99% sure she was accidentally picking up her co-workers having a very, very nice night.

The rooms in this hotel in Kansas City were aligned a little different than your regular hotel rooms. Not quite a full luxury suite, but a little more square footage than the average room, the bathrooms being behind the bedroom of the room, instead of in between the bed(s) and the door.

...That lone occupant, whose sleep had been disrupted, was one of BCW's backstage interviewers, Cathy Kelley, an ungodly-cute brunette with a secretly great body, and a sense of humor to go along. She got out of bed, and, as a means of investigating, walked into her room's bathroom, to see if she could hear the same noises. It was quiet there, but she was still curious, so she climbed up on the toilet to get her ears close to the ceiling.

That's when she could hear the same sounds, although, they were less distinct than when she was in her bed. They might've been less distinct, because she thinks she heard the moans of ecstasy coming from two different women. For as hard to distinguish as it was, she could tell that the three moans belonged to three different women.

Now, the journalist in her made her even more excitedly curious. And brought her to a hypothesis- Are the women that she covers, really, really close with each other? If it was true, she had enough journalistic integrity to never tell anyone. But, if it was true, it was a very fun secret to hold onto.

Cathy went back into her bed, the sounds were quiet enough that she couldn't make out who it was, but loud enough that she couldn't fall asleep. She could've easily drowned out the noise if she put on music or a podcast, but that would keep her awake as well.

There'd be moments where this mystery woman's/ women's sounds would die down, but even then, Cathy wouldn't fall asleep, likely due to the adrenaline from the bit of investigating she just did. Then it picked back up again. She knew that she's usually in the same block of rooms as the women on the roster when they're on the road. She had no way of knowing for sure if her roster-mates were having sex. She wouldn't find anything wrong with that, and was actually intrigued, very intrigued.

Why could she hear multiple women's voices coming from two different rooms? In the room next to the one above her, she definitely heard more than one woman getting their brains fucked out. But above, her she definitely heard at least one woman's moans, and other female voices... shouting encouragement? Was whatever was happening being forced upon someone? Was it some sort of game? There was a Pay-Per-View the next day, so it wasn't like anyone had to be somewhere super early in the day tomorrow, but how long would it go on for?

Definitely long enough for Cathy to start speculating who it might be. She didn't feel like getting up again to hear the room next to the one above her. But the one above her, the voice sounded a little deeper, Charlotte, she guessed. Was it Kaitlyn? Was it the new girl, Eva Marie, the smoking hot redhead yet to debut? Now she was trying to pick up if it was American or foreign seeing if she could rule out Paige, Becky or Emma, but again, she really couldn't tell.

Yes, she'd keep this a secret. Just like she'd keep a secret how uncontrollably fixated on the mystery Cathy was... Fixated, and turned on by it...

Never mind the fact that she considered herself heterosexual, she was way too professional to be interviewing someone and wonder what they were like in the bedroom. But now, not in their professional environment, hearing what one, two, or three of said subjects may sound like in the bedroom, got her hot.

In a few moments, half-asleep, Cathy would wonder not why she was thinking about the women she works with having sex, but why she was now touching herself to the thought of the women of BCW having sex with each other.

Shamefully, it was true. As long as Cathy could hear the sounds above her, she lightly fingered herself, her legs moving around on the bed. She tried to tell herself that it wasn't like she was fantasizing about the roster, but more just trying to solve a mystery. Getting clarity of a story journalistically.

As she started to finger herself a little harder, she couldn't shut off the directions her brain was going in. She wished she hadn't tried to deduce who it was. But now she couldn't make her thought processes go backwards. She couldn't convince herself that her hands were *just* continuing her investigation. She found her mind shuffling through dozens of combinations of women on the roster. She didn't even know if it would be more or less awkward if she could keep her brain on two people rather than working itself through the whole roster.

It was like the inverse of scoring a movie. She had a soundtrack above her, and her mind set a visual for it. Occasionally she found herself completely stopping and briefly drifting off to sleep, then she'd hear another noise. Or she thought she had and it was just ringing in her mind. She was going to be anxious about being professional with the women she interviewed after tonight. After her brain made her guess who above her might be in between whose legs, who might be touching whose body where, how did they luck into someone who was such a screamer, and make them scream as loudly as there were.

All of a sudden she could now hear three, four, maybe even five women's almost porn-like moans. Her hand was still up her own cunt, while her mind continued its guessing; wanting to match faces to voices, how many people were involved, and... lastly... right before Cathy came on her fingers... where would *she* fit into the equation, if she was up there?...

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"A year ago, I birthed another tremendous idea, that led to a, tremendous occasion..." Monday Night RAW begin with Eric Bischoff smiling, grinning. The camera pans out, he's in his office. Behind Mr. Bischoff, one of his creations, the RAW Roulette wheel.

Joined in Mr. Bischoff's office were A.J. Lee, Becky Lynch, and the new Women's Champion, Asuka. A.J. and Becky certainly didn't need to be informed why they were there, and Asuka had already been well-informed why.

"Ladies, as you can see, tonight will be another exciting edition of RAW Roulette." Becky Lynch was already shaking her head. A year ago, she got embarrassed. She lost a match to A.J., and A.J. got to fuck Becky in the locker room, with the whole world watching. Yes, she enjoyed the sex itself, but it was still a minor ding to her pride.

Bischoff motioned behind him, just like last year, the wheel was still with the arrow on [BISCHOFF'S CHOICE]. "As you can see, the wheel is on that fateful space, "Bischoff's Choice." Now Asuka, you weren't here..."

"She knows." Becky cut off the General Manager. "Everyone who's been brought up knows. The whole world saw it." Becky's tone was sharp, playing up to her character being bitter at Bischoff for the perverse stipulation.

"Good, she's caught up." Bischoff grinned, having no qualm with Becky interrupting her. Then he turns back to a camera. "Well, if anyone was not tuned in last year, when the wheel was on "Bischoff's Choice," I chose to have two random ladies compete in an Ultimate Surrender Match, where this firecracker," Bischoff winked at A.J., "Beat Becky Lynch, and after the match, hohh, these two put on one hell of a show," alluding to the rough, introduction to strap-on fucking A.J. gave Becky.

Asuka nodded. A.J. stayed smiling. She smiled because Bischoff had no idea that after that, there had been so many other instances of the women on his roster having sex with each other. All stemming from that one match. It was a little secret that only the women kept. So this time around, no one would be unprepared, even the ones that weren't on the roster last year.

"So, I've decided to bring it back." Bischoff announced, "Tonight, there will be another Ultimate Surrender Match. Again I will spin the wheel, and there'll be specially marked spaces for the names of the women on the roster. The two women will compete in a regular One-on-One Singles match, and the winner will again, have the luxury of... having their way with the loser."

The three women in the room, and the rest of the roster knew where this was going immediately. Last year, no one wanted to be drawn, and be seen having sex on camera. This year is quite the opposite, more women wanted to be drawn, and were gonna try harder to win, than they would for a Championship match.

"I just have one little demand." Bischoff added, looking at both the three women in the room and then at the camera, knowing everyone else was hanging on every word.

"I know the at-home audience will know what to expect now, but knowing what to expect isn't as exciting. So, all I ask, is that you all do... something to make the sequel be better, and hotter, than the first. I'll leave that decision to you. You have two hours, so get to brainstorming." It was implied that, with the show having just kicked off at 8:00 Eastern Time, that Bischoff would draw the two participants at 10:00, and the match would be shortly after.

The women all convened in the locker room and got to Bischoff's requested brainstorm. After the first RAW Roulette, the women in the roster started an agreement, where select matches would have the right to top one another on the line. They didn't need their perverted boss to tell them when they could enjoy the other's bodies, taking the power back in their own hands. With all the creativity that had come from The Agreement, in the last 365 days, having all the minds that came up with said creativity, would make the task nowhere nearly as challenging as Bischoff may think it will be.

"Anybody want to start?" A.J. began.

"Really? You're the chief of all this." Paige replied.

"I'm nobody in here's 'chief.'" A.J. turned around and winked at Asuka. At Summerslam, A.J. had gotten the better of Asuka in a hard-fought match for the BCW Women's Championship. A few weeks later, A.J. couldn't find the same wind, and Asuka dominated her in a 2-out-of-3 Falls match, winning 2-0 and taking the title.

Asuka looked back at A.J. but A.J. could tell that Asuka really wasn't gonna have any ideas to help here.

"What about having volunteers?" Sasha Banks asked. Sasha had been involved with many of the women in the roster, she just had one white whale- she wanted to top A.J.. A.J. had, admittedly, topped Sasha so well last year, but Sasha wanted to get her back, more so than anyone else in the room who had topped her. Sasha was hoping that her and A.J. would be two said volunteers, and with the hopes that A.J. had lost a bit of confidence, this would be her time to strike.

"No. That's... He wouldn't" A.J. stammered. "Bischoff waits all year to spin that fucking wheel, he's gonna want it to be up to chance." Sasha nodded, but still hoped that it was her and A.J. in there.

"Then let's compromise, Bischoff spins once, and that person picks-" Sasha began before she was interrupted.

"A.J.'s right," Paige cut Sasha off, "He's gonna want to spin twice." Sasha nodded, with a look of 'well, okay.' She tried.

"Make it a tag match?" Becky asked. "Bischoff spins twice, and the fans get a foursome instead of a twosome." Becky winked at Sasha, trying to help her out by bouncing off her idea.

"Possible." A.J. said, "I like that actually." She looked back and forth at Sasha and Becky, knowing that if the two of them beat A.J. and a partner of their choosing, they'd both get a chance at turning the tables on her.

"We could have the sex happen in the ring?" Peyton Royce, the recently called up Aussie suggested. Her tag team partner and real-life girlfriend, Billie Kay, laughed Peyton subliminally making an inside joke between the two, who once had sex in the middle of an empty BCW Developmental Hub, and they could recreate that performance for a full audience.

"Not bad, but maybe too simple." Paige said.

"It wouldn't be simple if you use the ring a certain way while you're..." Billie Kay added, that time causing Peyton to chuckle. Paige squinted in slight confusion.

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"We'll add that to the list, but R.I.P. to the ring crew having to take down the ring after that." Paige said, and that time most of the room laughed.

"Alexa, you have anything? You've had your ideas." A.J. said. A few months ago, Alexa Bliss put out an open challenge to a fan, where the winner would top the loser. She ran into Sonya Deville, a real-life MMA fighter, who upset her and wound up taking Alexa that night.

"Not uh, not this time..." Alexa said. "You guys probably still shouldn't trust me to pick these kind of things."

A.J.'s gears were turning as they brainstormed. They had a few angles they could go with. Other good ideas where had: someone else suggested the fans vote as the night went on what they want to do after the match. Someone had the idea of keeping it a Singles match, with the winner getting to choose two other women to top, plus the loser.

While ideas of more than two were being floated around, A.J. might've come up with something intriguing. She very swiftly walked out of the room a few other women looking at her, and shrugged their shoulders, assuming they'll just catch her up on any ideas they had when she came back.

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"Who they have you on tonight?" A couple weeks after Summerslam, Cathy Kelley sits across from BCW's part-time interviewer and part-time color commentator Renee Young backstage at catering.

"Let's see." Renee says as she looks down at a couple pages of pre-show notes. "...I have a pre-match backstage with Roman and Dean, a backstage interview with A.J. Lee and an interview with Cesaro that's gonna turn into a brawl with Sheamus."

"Be careful on that one." Cathy adds, then looks down at her notes, Despite working for the same company, in almost the same position, Renee and Cathy had become pretty good friends, and more importantly, weren't competitive with each other despite having the same job. When Renee got to do color commentary for a few months, Cathy wasn't jealous, because she knew she wasn't near ready yet. And Renee liked that Cathy wasn't as competitive as people she worked with for other tv stations back in Canada.

That remained true even with the promise of a new job with more money in store for one of them. CBS had purchased the rights to BCW's secondary show, Thursday Night Smackdown. It would be the first time in years that professional wrestling would be on one of the six major networks. The higher-ups told one of either Cathy or Renee, that one of them would be placed on Smackdown full-time, with the implication of being paid a little more money, major-television network tv money.

Cathy assumed Renee would get it because she had already done both commentary and interviews, and had been there longer, and was more than contempt working a main roster show. It was a dream job already, and though there really wasn't much of a point stressing over a sliiightly better one. But, she also knew she'd been growing in popularity, with her infectious smile and hot body.

The two interviewers continued to compare notes for tonight's show, during their regular journalistic duties. At one point, a table over Cathy saw Charlotte Flair, Becky Lynch, and Sasha Banks all laugh at something and get up. The three walked past Renee and Cathy, each exchanging "hey"s and other pleasantries.

The trio of wrestlers laughed at something else when they walked out of catering and through the hall. It was a lot quitter now. "Those three seem close." Renee said with a smile. The three were all in a stable, the B.F.F.s, that had since disbanded, but behind the scenes, were obviously still good friends. Cathy nodded, still reading a note on a segment from tonight that had obviously been changed and marked up by the reading staff.

For some reason, seeing those three as they walked out, and Renee saying that, randomly brought back a memory from over six months ago that hadn't crossed Cathy's mind in a long time. Cathy really, really did want to forget about what she heard the night before New Year's Revolution, but it had crept back into her mind for the first time in a while. And she felt like she could tell Renee anything, and Renee could tell Cathy anything, and they can both keep a secret, both as girl code, and as journalists not wanting to spill everything they find out.

"Hey Renee." Cathy said, very quietly.

"What's up?" Renee responds.

Cathy sheepishly looks back at the door Becky, Charlotte, and Sasha just walked out of, then gets quiet again. "You know how we... are usually in the same general area of our hotels as the wrestlers on the roster?"

Renee tried not to look at her with as much confusion by that question as she was. "Ummm. Some nights we are?"

"Can I... uh... tell-slash-ask you something, not in a gossipy way but in a.. uh, journalists sharing information they may or may not have come across, way?" Cathy was able to blurt out. She didn't think this was the best idea, but the same curiosity from that night.

"Uh yeah, but.. I can't say I too much anything about the girls' private lives that they don't share themselves, if that's what you're gettin' at." Renee said, although, she might've had an inkling of what she was getting it.

"Have you ever.. heard... UH......" Cathy paused, she realized she couldn't outright say 'sexual noises,' as that would be way too broad, "Not that it's any of our business, but I think, a few of the women, might have... a thing, not a relationship thing, or maybe they do... but...... I think there's some, group... occasionally.. I don't know how often..." Cathy stammered and wound up not asking a question at all. However, Renee did look up from her notes, and Cathy could see Renee's mind go somewhere. The blonde got more of a blank look on her face, as she stayed silent, not responding to Cathy's stuttering inference, but still... processing every word...

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'It's the new girl.. It's she's... they aren't really...' Awoken from her sleep, the single occupant was now treated to the joyous sounds of at least one woman having quite the time, in a neighboring room clearly being occupied. But then, she thought she could hear, three, four, maybe five familiar voices...

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