WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence.
Featuring: Noelle Foley (Hostess of Ringside Collectables, daughter of WWE Hall of Famer Mick Foley), Dean Ambrose (WWE)
Noelle Gets Mastered
A women of wrestling erotic story
by DaxG2001
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Backstage at the 11th annual Ringside Fest, held at Carolines on Broadway in Times Square, New York City, the former United States Champion and member of the stable known as The Shield, the resident Lunatic Fringe of the WWE known as Dean Ambrose is leaning against a wall in a corridor having finished up the last media commitments for the event. Clad in jeans and a black, leather-like jacket with a black T-shirt underneath, he's checking over his cellphone with one hand, while holding a carrier bag in the other that's holding some of the gifts the WWE Universe brought him during the signing he took part in.
"Can't fucking believe my man Roman bailed on me because of this "hernia" bullshit..." Ambrose murmurs to himself as he stuffs the phone away into a pocket. "For sure I thought me and him were gonna get thrown out of a couple of New York bars tonight..."
Just as he's thinking aloud, his attention gets drawn to the sound of high heels approaching his direction, and glancing over he sees an extremely easy on the eyes sight that makes him smirk. None other than the hostess and interviewer for Ringside Collectables, and the daughter of Hardcore Legend and WWE Hall of Fame enductee Mick Foley - Noelle Foley. The self-confessed WWE fangirl and proud (not to mention gorgeous) member of the WWE Universe is clad in a stylish blue dress with black see-through material on the arms, and her clothing nicely shows off the hot, young blonde's nicely rounded ass and ripe, shapely breasts.
"I was hoping you'd still be around!" Noelle beams with a grin as she comes to a stop in front of one of the many WWE Superstars she openly gushes over on social media. "You are not going to believe this, but the camera guy says the interview we did has gotten corrupted or something! Most of the footage isn't going to be recovered!" She says with a shake of her head but still smiles.
"Tough luck there honey..." Ambrose shrugs his shoulders. "No more than what it deserves when you snuck in that question about my damn dance moves." He adds with a smirk.
"Oh come on, that was funny! And I dug that little wiggle you did..." The beautiful daughter of a three-time former WWE Champion says. "Besides, it's not like I asked you about whether you'd "mastered" any, you know whats, lately..."
"The last thing I need sweetheart is you and your little growing Internet following promoting that dumb "nickname" around any further." Dean says, narrowing his eyes slightly even as she smirks back. "Besides, does your old man know you're drooling all over WWE Superstars all the time when a show goes on the air?"
"Hey! I'm no little girl Dean. That's why I've got my own T-shirt for sale, and why I'm getting to do interviews for awesome events like this!" She replies, placing her hands on her hips. "Sounds to me like the Titty Master is getting defensive all of sudden! Maybe you haven't gotten to Master any Titties for a while?" She questions with a hint of a flirty tone.
"There we go, that damn Titty Master name..." He grumbles for a moment, glancing away for a moment to mumble to himself but out of the corner of his eye, he sees her taking the chance to check him out with a look over and a bite of her lip. Looking back, Dean smirks. "It looks to me like a certain Baby Girl of Mrs Foley's Baby Boy wants me to do a whole lot more than just "master" her damn titties." He says, calling her out.
Knowing she's been caught, she smiles and raises her hands up. "Busted!" Noelle laughs. "Can you blame me? What woman in the WWE Universe wouldn't want to hook up with the Lunatic Fringe? I know I'd love to!" She happily admits.
Taking a moment to now check the young blonde out, he nods his head approvingly and licks the tip of his thumb. "That so huh? Well... Just so happens that my schedule for the rest of the night is clean... How about we see if the fan girl is just all talk, or if she can really hang with a real deal WWE Superstar instead of posting about?"
Her eyes widening for a moment as the offer hits her, a broad, sexy smile forms on her pretty face. "I'd say lead the fucking way Titty Master! No way I'm gonna say no to hooking up with The Lunatic Fringe!" She states with an energetic nod.
Smirking back in pleasant surprise, he gives her another look over. "Well shit, let's get the fuck out of here and see what you can handle..."