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 WWE or any other wrestling promotion, or any current or former wrestlers/characters.
Starring: Mandy Rose (former NXT, WWE)
Hard Bumps, Hard Cash -- Mandy Rose
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001
Codes: Cons, MF, oral, anal.
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"Well well, Miss Saccomanno... Or should I just call you Miss Rose for simplicity's sake?" I greeted with a smile as I saw the gorgeous form of the latest target for my lust approaching as I stood up from my seat at the hotel bar.
OK, I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. Allow me to first roll back and explain the not so much elaborate but certainly long set-up for this plan of mine. It had begun a month or so back at a wrestling convention, another usual stomping ground to try and pounce on women to pay off and get some sex from. And out of the many names there, one of the biggest to catch my eye was the former WWE and NXT Superstar Mandy Rose. It had been a couple of years or so since she'd been fired from sports entertainment for her 'exclusive site' content being far too racy for PG-TV and she'd made the easy switch to being an influencer and model to rake in the cash.
At that event, I'd just waited in line for the usual autograph and whatnot before I hit her up with my plan. A fake business card and the offer to talk about a potential opportunity and deal for her if she had the time. While she of course just gave a polite response at the time, the usual small talk about being a busy woman and all that, being smartly dressed compared to the rest of her Simps made me stand out more. The fact that she had accepted the card in the first place told me that I had a foot in the door. So I didn't press matters more that day and we parted ways. She certainly didn't have to know what kind of filthy 'business' I got up to elsewhere that night from another interaction at the convention, but that's a story for another day.
Fast forward now a couple of weeks and she had reached out to contact me to arrange a meeting to discuss my plans. Some easily neutral ground of a classy hotel being the meeting point so I didn't arouse too much suspicion (and, well, it allowed me to book and pay for a room in advance for the fun hopefully to come). Now, the former Mandy Rose, now otherwise known by her real name Amanda Rose Saccomanno, approached me at the bar with a dazzling smile. Clad in a sexy outfit of double denim with nicely snug jeans and a long-sleeved short jacket with a white top underneath. Her long hair hung down her shoulders, two-tone with blonde and brunette. Clearly, despite being 'retired' from wrestling with her focus on thirst traps and other shoots, she kept her tanned body in fantastic shape from the toned midsection her outfit exposed. Stylish and sexy, while I kept the appearance up in my own right with my smart, professional suit with a tie.
"Oh, Mandy is just fine!" Rose said with a smile. "I'm so used to it anyway."
"Fine by me, Mandy." I said with a nod and a grin of my own. "So then, shall we talk business? Or would you like a drink first or anything?" I politely offered.
"Oh, straight to business is just my style." Mandy stated and took the nearest seat to me before she turned to face me. "I'm all ears. So, what are we talking about? Appearance? Endorsements? Adverts?"
"Not exactly, Miss Rose. Allow me to explain." I said and reached into my inside pocket. "And I do hope I'm not being Toxic by saying this..." I couldn't help but joke which made her arch an eyebrow a little. "You see, Mandy, I'm a big fan of wrestling. I follow a lot of companies like your old workplace of WWE and many others. And while there are a lot of women who do what you do, the 'exclusive site' content that you do so well, and some in the wrestling business too, you are by far the most famous one that I believe I might ever get the chance to shoot my shot at." I stated to make her nod as she followed along. "So, Mandy, I'll be blunt. I'm not interested in hiring you for any brand deal or the like. I want to hire you. Specifically, hire you for the night." I bluntly stated with a cocky, handsome smile to match.
Her eyes went wide in shock and horror, accompanied by a wide-open mouth. "E-Excuse me??" Mandy stuttered and sat up straight on her chair. "Who the Hell do you think you are, talking to someone like that? Let alone me!" She snapped with a pissed-off glare. "First of all, I'm an engaged woman. And my man could kick your ass if he was here right now hearing you talk to me like that!" She stated and I was well aware of her relationship status but a woman with a ring on her finger had never stopped me before. "And secondly? Just because I do some sexy photoshoots or sell some pics and videos online? It doesn't mean I'm some kind of whore!" She claimed as she moved off her chair to stand. "So I think you'd better..."
Before she could leave I slapped down a cheque onto the countertop and slid it along to her. Enough to a break in her rant to make her glance over and look at it. And the number of zeros made out to her easily made a different kind of shocked look come across her face to silence her. Just as I knew it would for a woman who openly bragged in the past about how she made more money in a month from her Simps online than she did from her WWE contract. Admittedly, I had to fork out a lot more cash for this babe than I have done in the past with women from the minor leagues with Rose's level of fame and what she makes on her own.
"Again, my apologies for being so Toxic... But I'm sure you'll find that this amount covers your 'rate' for an evening, right Miss Rose?" I watched as her fingers danced over the top of the cheque. The amount that I'd offered her had worked to grab her attention and with a woman driven by money in the first place it wasn't that much of a surprise that my theory about Hard Bumps, Hard Cash would work even for an ex-sports entertainer like this. So I still smiled when she picked up the cheque and quickly pocketed it before she turned to me. "And I'm sure I can offer up something extra if you'll.
"OK." She cut me off with a blunt statement of her own. That shocked me (and it shouldn't have with the kind of woman I had here) with how easily she accepted the offer. "OK, I'll do it. A one-night stand but that's all." She confirmed to make sure that I grinned, even if her look was still understandably pissed off. "And no fucking funny business either! You don't film this or take pictures, or anything else." She warned. "I'm not fucking risking my image for this!" She said, which was ironic since she seemed happy to fuck a stranger in exchange for a payday. "Not when I could miss out on some gigs in the future, let alone my engagement would be over!"
"Follow me then, Miss Rose." I said as I got off my chair. "I've got a room booked in this hotel..." I said and tucked my wallet away just to produce a room key.
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Minutes later, in a spacious hotel room.