Ing of the Ring

DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of these people in real life. This is just a story that my horny brain came up with.

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The AEW crowd roared as I stood in the corner, watching Matt Hardy soak in the cheers. He had his arm slung over Isiah Kassidy's shoulder, hyping us up before our match against The Acclaimed and Billy Gunn for the AEW Trios Championships. Hardy's enthusiasm was palpable, but I could feel the weight of it--his words about loyalty, his self-congratulatory tone.

"This is it, boys!" he said, grinning like we were some wholesome feel-good team. "Tonight, we bring those Trios Championships home!"

I didn't even bother hiding my smirk as I adjusted my wrist tape. Kassidy stayed quiet, his face unreadable. I didn't blame him. He had been carrying Hardy's baggage for far too long. It was time for us to make some noise.

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The bell rang, and it was chaos right from the start. Kassidy's high-flying offense had the crowd on their feet as he tangled with Anthony Bowens. Matt and Billy pulled out all their veteran tricks against each other, while I dismantled Max Caster with strikes.

But every time Matt called for a tag, I ignored him. I had a point to prove, and I wasn't about to let him hog the spotlight. The frustration in his voice was almost funny. Kassidy hesitated a few times too, leaving Hardy to take hits he shouldn't have.

When it came down to the finish, Hardy was in the ring with Billy. He hit the Twist of Fate and motioned for Kassidy to help him close it out.

"Come on, Isiah!" Matt shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. I watched as Kassidy stepped into the ring, his hesitation turning into resolve. And then it happened.

A superkick. Kassidy's boot cracked against Hardy's jaw, and the look of betrayal on his face was priceless. The crowd erupted in shock, but I wasn't done. I slid into the ring, delivering my Wolf's Fang knee strike straight to Matt's skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks.

Zay and I didn't stick around to watch the fallout. We left the ring and walked up the ramp as the crowd booed us out of the building. Behind us, Billy hit the Fame-Ass-Er and pinned Matt for the win. But that didn't matter; the world had just witnessed something much bigger.

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Wednesday came fast. Standing in the center of the ring with Kassidy by my side, I soaked in the sea of boos surrounding us. It was beautiful, really. The sound of betrayal, of shattered expectations.

I slowly raised the mic to my lips, grinning wide. "Last Saturday, y'all witnessed the end of an era--and the beginning of a revolution."

The crowd's jeers grew louder, but I didn't care. "For too long, Isiah Kassidy was trapped in old ass Matt Hardy's shadow. For too long, he played the role of the loyal sidekick while Matt basked in his spotlight."

I passed the mic to Zay, and he didn't hesitate. "Matt Hardy told me to believe in loyalty. To believe in him. But what has loyalty gotten me? A career defined by carrying Matt's legacy instead of building my own. Zion showed me the truth: to break free, you have to drop the dead weight that's holding you back. And Matt Hardy? You are the epitome of dead weight."

I leaned into the mic, my voice dripping with arrogance. "Matt, your story is over. This is our time now. The pack doesn't wait for the weak to catch up. The pack moves forward."

The boos were deafening, but I smiled wide. This was only the beginning.

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A few days had passed since we solidified our heel turn. The energy was electric in the convention center I found myself in, completing my contractual duties at a meet and greet. I sat at my booth, signing merch and taking photos with fans, basking in the mixture of cheers and boos I'd earned after betraying Matt Hardy.

To the left of me was Ruby Soho, who had a bright smile that contrasted her grungy, punk rock aesthetic; to my right, was Saraya, a modern day icon and trailblazer for women's wrestling. Together, they were The Outcasts, a heel tag team that were in a prominent position on the card.

As the meet and greet continued, I couldn't help but steal glances at Saraya. She was wearing just a thin, black tank top that struggled to contain her large, pale breasts and some faded black jeans. Saraya peeped my not-so subtle glances and smoked slyly at me, almost daring me to say something.

When there was a break in the crowd, I leaned back casually and said, "You know, Saraya, I've got to admit--your energy in the ring is electric. But out of the ring? Even more impressive."

Saraya raised an eyebrow, her smirk growing into a full smile. "Oh, is that so, Wolfie? Trying to butter me up?"

"Not trying," I replied, my tone confident. "Just simply stating facts."

Ruby, sitting nearby, rolled her eyes but giggled. "Someone's laying it on thick," she said.

Saraya chuckled, ignoring Ruby's comment. "Well, I've been told I'm quite the distraction. But you're going to have to work harder than that if you want to impress me, Wolfie."

"Trust me, I never back down from a challenge," I said, locking eyes with her.

Our chemistry was undeniable, and Ruby watched the exchange with an amused shake of her head. "You two are ridiculous," she muttered, before returning her focus to signing merch for a fan.

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The line of fans began to dwindle to a trickle as the meet-and-greet came to a close. I leaned back in my chair, stretching my arms as Saraya caught my eye again. Her smirk had only gotten sharper throughout the day.

"So, Wolfie," she said, tilting her head and giving me a playful once-over, "is all of this charm just for the fans, or do you save some of it for after hours?"

I grinned, meeting her gaze without hesitation. "Well, Saraya, I don't like to play favorites...but I can make an exception for you."

Ruby, sitting a few feet away, groaned with exaggerated annoyance. "Oh, here we go. You two have been eyeing each other all day. Just get it over with already."

Saraya laughed, her eyes sparkling as she leaned closer to me. "You're bold, Zion. I like that. But boldness only gets you so far."

"Good thing I've got more than just boldness," I shot back. "Why don't you let me prove it?"

Saraya's smile deepened, and she tapped her chin as if considering. "Hmm, tempting. But I'm not easily impressed."

"Then why don't you pull up to my hotel room tonight," I said, my voice dropping to a lower, more serious tone. "I don't mind working a little harder to win you over."

Saraya turned to Ruby with a playful shrug. "What do you think, Rubes? Should I let him try his luck?"

Ruby chuckled. "I think you should. And maybe I'll tag along...just to watch the fireworks."

I raised an eyebrow at Ruby, a sly grin forming on my face. "You want to be a spectator, huh? That's...unexpected."

Ruby shrugged, clearly amused. "What can I say? I'm a huge voyeur. Plus, I wanna see if you have what it takes.."

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The door to my hotel room flung open as Saraya and I stumbled inside, in the throws of a passionate make out session. Ruby closed the door behind us as Saraya hungrily unbuckled and yanked my jeans down, exposing my rock-hard, black cock. Saraya pushed me back onto the bed. She grabbed Ruby's hand and pulled her into a sloppy, passionate kiss and helped her out of her shirt, exposing her pierced B-cups to me. Saraya slowly and sexily stripped out of her clothes and stood before me in just a lacy black thong.

Saraya got on her knees in between my muscular legs and stroked my fat dick, while Ruby took out her phone. "Do you mind if I take a pic of it?" she half asked, already snapping the photos while Saaya slapped her face with it.

"Keep me out of it!" laughed Saraya as she rolled out of the view of the camera. Ruby handed the phone to Saraya, who recorded as she slowly took my head into her hungry mouth. I reached over and began to finger Ruby's pussy while she filmed.

Saraya became laser focused on my BBC, squeezing her lips around my length while pumping the remaining half that couldn't fit inside her. With a loud pop, she released me from her mouth, marveling at the slab of meat she could barely wrap her hand around. She spit on my cock and looked Ruby in her eyes.

"I may be in over my head here," she said with a laugh.

"Too bad," Ruby moaned as I probed deeper into her mound, "you got yourself in this mess, you get yourself out of it. I'm just here to w-watch."

Saraya took my dick back into her mouth, letting her tongue dance around me. Her plump lips stretched over my bulbous head with a loud pop. She formed a tight suction with her cheeks and began to throat as much of me as she could. She fared better than most, taking most of me into her throat with minimal gagging. Her head bobbed furiously in my lap, the sounds of her slurping and spitting all over me filled the room.

I moaned loudly, as she began to lick lower, her tongue dancing across my gooch, drawing even louder moans out of me. Inspired by this, she took her finger and slowly pushed it into my asshole, setting every nerve on my body on fire. Saraya slowly worked lower, probing my asshole with her tongue.

"FUCK!" I shouted, feeling my thighs twitch and contract wildly. "You gotta chill!" I exclaimed, using my legs to push them off me before I came too quickly.

"What's the problem, big boy?" Saraya asked mockingly, her chin and lips shiny from slobber. "Can't handle a little rimming?"

"Maybe Jade was wrong about him," Ruby said with a laugh. I tensed up at this. Jade told them about us? Ruby's words flipped a switch in me. I could worry about what was said later; I wasn't gonna let Saraya think they could ever get the best of me. In one quick motion, I wrapped my hand around her throat and (gently, but firmly) chokeslammed her onto the mattress.

"Holy shit!" Saraya yelped as she hit the mattress, and I forcefully spread her legs. I positioned myself between them, lining my massive cock up against her hungry pussy. With a quick thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside my tattooed slut.

"OH FUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!" she screamed as I tore into her, grasping violently at the sheets as she tried to get accustomed to my length. Immediately, her pussy gushed and squirted all over me. I smirked at her as I began to thrust my hips in and out of her. Saraya's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her brain sent her body confusing signals. She was overwhelmed by the sensation of my meat stretching and digging her out, but her pussy ached for me to pound her harder.

Ruby leaned down, a sadistic smirk on her face as she watched her tag partner get wrecked. "Don't worry, Ray," she said, "you're a big girl. You can handle it."

Ruby resumed filming, whispering breathlessly into my ear, "this is so goddamn sexy." I resumed thrusting into Saraya's greedy cunt, grunting as I could see my bulging cock in her lower abdomen.

"Oh Gaaaawwwwdddd," Saraya moaned, "right there, Zion! That's my...fucking...spot! I'm about to c...!"

Instantly, Saraya's entire body shut down. With tremendous force, a geyser of clear liquid forced my cock out of her pussy and sprayed my stomach and abdomen. Sheshriveled into a fetal position, shaking uncontrollably from her orgasm.

"G-get...that thing...away from me," Saraya panted, cowering away from me.

"Dude, I've never seen her squirt like that!" Ruby said gleefully as her best friend writhed in the massive puddle.

"Break's over," I grunted as I flipped Saraya over on her stomach. Without much warning or mercy, I sank my fat ass cock deep into her pussy, which throbbed harder and harder for me as she built to her next orgasm.

"Shit, Ray," Ruby said as she recorded the pounding. "This shit is so hot. I can't wait to rewatch this later."

Saraya couldn't even respond as I was literally fucking the air out of her lungs. My dick dug as far as her greedy cunt would allow me to. I enjoyed the sensation of her walls frantically trying to accommodate these backshots. I yanked her head back by her hair, smacking her firmly as I began to bang the tip of my dick against her cervix.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" the gothic slut screamed. "It hurts so good! Make it hurt more! Fuck me harder!"

Before I could oblige, I felt a warm, wet tongue on my shaft. I looked down and saw Ruby licking up the length of my exposed cock towards Saraya's swollen clit. I could feel her tense up around me as Ruby began to feast on her bud. I continued to pound Saraya with reckless abandon.

"Yes, Wolfie!" Saraya screamed as she began to throw that ass back on me. "Give me all that dick! Go balls deep in me! I want to feel you in my fucking cervix!"

I strengthened my grip on her hips and obliged, bottoming out in Saraya. I could feel the hunger in her movements as she desperately threw her tight ass back on me. Ruby got behind me and started to lick and eat my ass. The sensation of Saraya's constantly gushing pussy and Ruby's long tongue probing my ass was overwhelming.

"I'm about to nut, oh shit!" I shouted. Seconds later, I flooded Saraya's hole with what felt like a gallon of cum. Saraya's eyes rolled so far back into her head I thought they'd get stuck. Her body convulsed violently as she released one last geyser of cum all over me.

With a final grunt, I collapsed onto Saraya's back, laying on her momentarily before rolling off to her left. Ruby quickly occupied the empty space, feasting on the globs of my cum oozing out of her tag partner's swollen pussy. She crawled up to Saraya and spit my cum into her mouth. I watched them makeout, swapping my cum back and forth between their mouths.

"I can't believe this is my life," I mumbled before laughing. I could feel my dick stirring at the scene before me.

It was going to be a long night.