As the water splashed down off of his toned naked body, Maven heard the telephone's muffled ring from off in the bed room of his Hilton hotel room. He quickly shut the water off and opened the shower door taking only a second to rub his wet body down before wrapping the towel around his waist. He padded off out of the bathroom and into the living room over to the telephone beside the bed not paying a care to the water droplets that dripped off of him as he grabbed the phone.
"Hello?" Maven answered in his always cool and calm voice.
"Maven! It's Al!" Maven heard his goofy but talented trainer Al Snow say on the other line.
"Al! What's Up?" Maven asked.
"Nothing man, but listen, it's real important that you get down to the arena early today, as soon as your ready come on down." Al answered.
Maven was a bit confused, he knew he was having his first official match in the WWF today against Tazz, but he didn't understand why he needed to be at the arena at 11:00 in the morning when the show didn't start until 7:30. "Why so early Al?" Maven questioned.
"No time to explain, but its your final test in becoming a real WWF superstar, everyone does it. Get down here soon, there will be a special locker room with your name on it, see ya Maven!" Al explained, and without giving Maven a chance to reply he hung up the phone. Maven thought for a moment, and perplexed, he shrugged his shoulder and headed back towards the bathroom where his shower was still running.
He walked in and shut the door behind him, a thin air of steam rising about him as he let his towel drop to the floor of the bathroom. He turned to the full length mirror on the door admiring his physically fit tanned physique. He was in the best shape of his life each muscle in his toned upper body was perfectly defined in its still wet glistening state. His arms ripped with muscles he trained hard to achieve and his pecks were firm. His stomach formed into a chiseled six pack.
He glanced down at his own package hanging down between his legs, at a respectable near seven inch length when hard, and reasonably thick around, he was happy with what he looked at. The little pubic hair that he had begun trimming regularly since becoming a wrestler was still wet from the shower. He turned around, and glanced over his shoulder to observe his tight hard ass cheeks for a second. He smiled his cocky smile after taking in all of his muscular form The thought of how unbelievable it was to be the winner of the Tough Enough contest, and to have a real WWF Contract danced in his mind.
He got back into the shower thinking of how lucky he was and how amazing it will be to wrestle in front of thousands later on in the nights event. And then he wondered what the final "test" in becoming a WWF Superstar was...
Twenty minutes later Maven was ready to head to the arena, wearing a WWF Tough Enough T-shirt and black Adidas swoosh pants he headed out of his room. The valet was ready with his rented car that he got in to drive the very short distance to the arena hosting the nights WWF Event.
A few minutes later Maven had pulled into the parking garage behind the arena and was out of his car heading into the backstage area. Curiosity growing Maven traversed through the backstage area, catching more then a few people eyeing him in a strangely excited manner, as if everyone but him was in on the secret. Finally he saw the door that Al described, with his name on it, and sighed with relief at the thought of being able to go inside away from the eyes of all of the WWF staff in the halls.
Maven pondered why he was getting his own locker room, when guys like the Undertaker, Steve Austin, the Rock, and Chris Jericho actually shared one big locker room off camera. Maven certainly didn't think he deserved anything special, but perhaps it was another part of this final "test" Al Snow told him of. Maven opened the door and stepped inside, as he let the door slide shut behind him he took in a shockingly pleasing sight before his eyes.
Sitting along the long wooden bench in front of the row of lockers in the locker room, all in equally revealing and sexy outfits were the WWF's Stacy Keibler, Trish Stratus, Lita, Tori Wilson, and Stephanie MacMahon Helmsly. Maven's jaw hit the floor as the WWF divas before him giggled mischievously.
In the center of the locker room on the floor was constructed a type of bed of pillows and blankets, Maven could guess what this was going to lead into, but he couldn't in his right mind believe his assumption. Stephanie spoke up finally.
"Why hello Maven." Stephanie purred, causing the always cool and calm Maven to instantly blush, he did nothing but wave sheepishly back. "You must be wondering just what your final test will be. Well Maven, you proved you were Tough Enough for the WWF in one aspect, but today we get to actually see if you really are "Tough Enough". Today, if you can endure, and satisfy all six of us without having an orgasm prematurely, then you truly are tough enough Maven."
Maven felt his head spin as Stephanie finished explaining his final test. But before he could regain himself the WWF women were up off of the bench and pulling Maven down onto the bed of plush pillows and blankets on the floor in the center of the locker room. Ten hands from five knock out women roamed over his body as he lay back completely in their mercy, the divas ripped his tough enough shirt off his back and tossed it aside, letting their hands feel up and down his hard upper body and firm chest.
The hands moved down to his pants, feeling his manhood through them. Maven's crotch ached as he was already fully erect. The ladies had no trouble pealing off his black pants and tossing them to the side leaving Maven lying on his back in his skin tight gray boxer briefs. He watched as the WWF women licked their lips staring at the impression of his rock hard member through the material of his underwear. Hands grabbed and pulled at it and Maven groaned for them to release his soldier from it's cotton prison.
"Ooooh he looks pretty big!" Trish Stratus exclaimed with excitement as she grabbed at his cock through his underwear.
"Lets get him out of those! I fuck him first!" A feisty Stacy Keibler demanded, and then the five ladies were ripping at his last remaining article of clothing, and soon Maven's muscular body was left completely nude before the eyes of the hungry WWF Starlets. He heard giggles and peeps of excitement from the woman, and then still on his back Stacy Keibler, in a cut off Dudleys T- Shirt and a very short black skirt, was straddling his waist looking down directly at his face. "Put that hunk of man meat in me, big boy!!" She commanded, but before Maven could respond Stacy's tiny hand reached down and wrapped around his rigid cock guiding it towards her damp sex.
Maven was instantly swept with a wave of initial pleasure as his cock head pushed against the entrance to her tight love tunnel, as apparently she wasn't wearing panties under her skirt. Stacy smiled slyly down at Maven. "Hear we go Big Boy!"
Then she lowered herself completely down on Mavens fuck pole, completely burying it up to his pubic hair into her completely shaven cunt. She instantly began bouncing up and down and Maven was overcome with the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to last very long. "Mmmmmmmm let me ride that cock Maven you stud!" Stacy mumbled completely focused on riding Maven into an instant orgasm.
"Oooooooh" Maven let out, reaching up and under the short shirt of Stacy, to find that she also was not wearing a bra. He cupped her petite breasts, each only a mere handful and continued to be fucked by the tiny rambunctious WWF Diva.