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: Shanna(CZW, WSU), MVP(TNA, former WWE).
Perfect Gets Played
A TNA/indies erotic story
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At the lengthy TV taping of Impact Wrestling held in Manchester, England during the UK tour by TNA Wrestling at the end of January, 2014, the man recently revealed as the mystery "investor" and new authority figure in TNA, the former WWE Superstar now only know as MVP is in his personal backstage green room. The handsome African-American is dressed in stylish suit pants and a shirt, showing off his bling around his neck of "MVP" and "305" lettering, along with sunglasses on his face as he talks into his cell phone, sitting on a lavish couch with the suit jacket to go with the outfit draped on the back of the seating.
"Well I'll tell you this homie, you want back on television and you want in any kind of title picture? You get on board with Team MVP and I ain't talking about this Lethal Lockdown stuff either..." MVP says to the voice on the other end of the phone, his tone a lot more cocky than his fan friendly nature he's been displaying in public. "Yeah, I got those little indy boys The Wolves wrapped around my finger, they'll help get the job done in the cage, I'll kick Carter's ass out of this company, and I'll be running the show. So, you in King?" Hearing the response, he starts to smirk. "Kenny, my man, I knew you were a smart kid..." A sudden knock on the door gets MVP's attention as he looks up. "Listen, some chump's knocking at my door. Just keep it cool and tell no one, all right? We're gonna act like we hate each other before we run this joint. Got it? Cool, catch you later."
MVP puts the phone away, standing up and composing himself as he makes sure to act completely differently from the arrogant way he'd just been talking. "Step on in!" He calls out, and when he sees who walks in, an approving smile forms across his face. "Well well, now this looks like someone who belongs all up in the V.I.P. Lounge..."
Entering is the beautiful independent scene worker from across Europe who has been working the TNA live events during the UK tour, in Portugal's Perfect Athlete - Shanna. The gorgeous brunette smirks seductively as she steps in, clad in form-fitting bright green ring attire of booty shorts that hug to her juicy, full ass, and a low cut top that nicely shows off her rounded tits, with arm sleeves that run to over the elbows and knee high boots with pads that are covered as well.
"I hope I'm not interrupting you MVP..." Shanna says as she steps up to him, placing a hand on her hip. "But I thought I'd introduce you to your next TNA Knockout, and the only Knockout who's going to be Perfect..." She points to herself with a smile. "Me. Portugal's Perfect Athlete, Shanna."
"Is that so? Perfect huh?" MVP smirks himself, taking a look over the Portuguese stunner. "Well I don't remember signing you up to a contract, or any new chick around here to a deal, and now that I'm the main man, the Franchise Playa' around here I do have a say in who gets in, and who gets kicked out here in TNA."
"Exactly, which is why you and this company needs someone who is simple Perfect in every way..." Shanna boasts with a smile. "I don't need some giant body guard like Gail Kim does, and I don't have to shake my ass like some stripper like Velvet Sky. I mean, just take a look at me MVP. You can't tell me that this isn't Perfection?" She adds, stepping towards him and reaching up to run her hand along his arm seductively.
"Now hold on a second here girl..." MVP says, smirking slyly as he see exactly what she's trying to do here. "Now I know what all the Knockouts bring to the table, and every honey with a pair of boots wants in on TNA, especially now that I'm calling the shots instead of that clueless Carter and her pack of yes-boys. So answer me this baby - what exactly can you bring to the table? What can you do, that none of the current Knockouts can?" He questions, having already figured out that she's clearly trying to seduce her way into getting a TNA contract.
"Well, you're not exactly dressed to complete, so I can't wrestle you..." Shanna says, moving her hands up to the top of his shirt, undoing the top button. "How about I show you how Perfect I am at other things?" She offers with a sensual lick of her lips, taking a look over the American hunk as she continues to undo his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body in the process.
"Babe, this is just another night in the V.I.P. for Mister 305..." He says, pulling his shirt from his body as she moves down to undo his belt, smirking as he watches her all too quickly bring down his pants and then his boxers. "If you think you can handle the Half-man, Half-amazing, then go ahead girl..."
Seeing the long and thick to match cock that he's packing even without being hard, the eyes of the Portuguese stunner widen with a big, lusty smile as he steps out of his clothing to sit on the couch. "Oh, I know I can... I'm Perfect after all..." Shanna boldly claims as she drops down to kneel between his open legs, gripping his black cock with her hands and getting right to work, stroking his inches with smooth motions.
"Mmmm... I don't know about perfect, but I think I know exactly what you're all about..." He says with a smirk, again going along with this to see exactly how far she's willing to go to try and convince him to make her into a Knockout.
"Oh no MVP, I am Perfect. Just sit back and let me show you exactly how Perfect I am..." She boldly states, giving his hardening length a couple of firm pumps as she leans her head in, running her tongue across the crown of his tool, brushing over the piss slit as she starts to swirl around the head, still gripping his cock so she can stroke him off at the same time, the combination of jerking and licking around the head getting him rock hard in no time at all.