WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction. The events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and are 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 Stardom or any other wrestling promotion, or any current or former wrestlers/characters.
Starring: Megan Bayne (former AEW, Stardom).
Hard Bumps, Hard Cash -- Megan Bayne
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal.
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Sometimes it's a solid strategy to try out something else than just merely waltzing up to the merch table, sweet-talking a babe and flashing a big wad of cash in front of her face. Plus, some shows don't always have a good old meet and greet or even intermission. This was the case for this independent promotion called Beyond Wrestling that I had checked out. Well, to be honest, I was more scoping out a target to try my luck with rather than caring for the matches. So I had to bide my time and spend a good few minutes waiting outside the building at a parking lot out the back to get my proper moment to try and get into the pants of another stunning pro wrestler. And one with a lot less experience under her belt than the likes of Mandy Leon or Velvet Sky I'd railed in the past.
Seeing that when out of the back door walked the powerhouse beauty of The Greek Goddess and former AEW competitor Megan Bayne. The woman calling herself The Megasus, a name she'd be more known as when competing overseas for Stardom in Japan, perhaps naturally hiding her body after wrestling earlier in the night with some comfy travel pants and a hooded top as she wheeled a luggage case with her.
"Ah, excuse me! Megan!" I called out, seeing her roll her eyes as I approached her but she didn't stop or change direction.
"Sorry, but no autographs after a show." Megan said dismissively of me. Even if she noted that my choice of clothing -- smart pants, a shirt and a jacket with shoes -- wasn't the usual merch T-shirt attire she was used to seeing from regular fans.
"Oh, that's fine. I just wanted to give you some kudos." I claimed, keeping a sensible distance from the stunning pro wrestler as I invited myself to walk alongside her. "You know, finally getting to see you back in action after that real long layoff and all."
"Oh? Well, yeah, it was a damn long road." Bayne glanced at me. "Worth it to come back better than ever. People are gonna be blown away when they see what I do this year. Hell, just from the next few months." She even said, with a hint to her voice that showed she knew something big was in her future (and hindsight now told me it was that tour in Japan upcoming).
"Well, if you don't mind me saying? You managed to find a damn good way to keep some, you know, incoming coming in." I said with a smile as she stopped at her car. "Your shoots on that special 'Fans' site of yours are some top-notch stuff."
"You're one of those fans, huh?" She smirked slightly, knowing exactly what I was talking about. "Well, thanks for the extra boost. Now I'm back on the road again I'm still gonna be posting on there from time to time if that's what you're worried about."
"Oh, I'm sure you will! And I'll still be subscribed and looking forward to it." I said, not exactly faking that remark. "Although it must have been tough, you know? Missing out on paychecks for so long, and doing all these shoots couldn't have come cheap either." I remarked to start to apply my plan.
That comment struck a nerve as she paused, gritting her teeth for a moment before she finally turned to look at me. "Listen, it's getting late and I've got a crappy motel room to get to. Do you have a fucking point to all of this?" She snapped as she stroked her hair back.
"Yes, I do actually." I said, reaching into my pocket. "And let me get right to the point then." I said, letting her watch as I produced a chequebook and pen. "Now I could waste your time just asking for an autograph or some piece of merch. Or..." I flipped open a blank cheque and started to write in some details. "I could make it worth your while to make my night worthwhile." I bluntly said.
"Excuse me?? Are you fucking seri-WOAH!!" Her angered look quickly switched to stunned surprise when she saw the amount I'd written out for her as I held out the cheque to her. Even letting her take hold of it to properly examine it. "That's... That's a whole fucking lot!" Bayne stated the obvious. "That's like..."
"About as much as you made from selling those sexy snaps for a year?" I said with a smile, seeing that I'd now easily captured her interest.
"Yeah... A bit more than that..." Megan admitted before looking at me.
"Now that I have your attention, Megan? My offer is simple." I said, glancing over her as popped that book away and reached into a different pocket. This time a hotel key card. "You and me. One night, back at this hotel room." I said as she glanced at it. "And there might even be a bit more cash in it for you if you want to play along with me."
"...You're fucking serious?" She looked again at the cheque in her hands. "I could just run off and cash this in, you know." Megan claimed.
"True. But where's the fun in that? And at the very least you could get a better upgrade of a hotel room I bet by coming with me." I said to already tempt her a little more.
She paused, mulling things over and giving me a look over. A slight hint in her eyes that she thought I looked better and more handsome than most wrestling fans, or at least the ones online who comment lustfully over her thirst trap snaps. "You realise if you try anything I could kick your ass, right?" She answered me and seemed to be liking the offer.
"Of course. I'm not gonna mess with a Goddess like you." I said, still smiling as I teased her.
"Damn right, you won't." Megan paused again, before stuffing my bribe into her pocket. "Alright. You sound way too confident for this to be a bluff." She noted. "Get in." She motioned to her car. "What? You know your hotel. You can direct me there. Fuck it, pay for the gas as well as we get there." She said, walking around the car.
"Deal." I grinned, moving to the other side. "If you wanted to hit up a drive-through for something, we could as well.