3 comments/ 69269 views/ 12 favorites Helping The WWE Divas By: Rapaxe This is a follow up of 'Helping Torrie Wilson' parts one and two, so if you have not read them, I suggest you do so. It is not essentially, but if your here for the storyline, it'll help. This story has a more in depth story too it, but if you looking for nothing but action you can scroll to the end. I hope you enjoy. ********************************* Torrie sat in the passenger seat listening to the radio and taking in the sights – what few there were– of Brisbane as Kyle drove the two of them in his ute to the Entertainment Centre for the night's show. For Torrie, she of course would be performing, and Kyle now had front row tickets, well out of sight of his boss who now held his old ones. Kyle had invited his best mate to the show, and he said he'd see him out the front in 20 minutes. It was 2 o'clock. 6 and a half hours before the show started. Torrie had to prepare for the show and Kyle had no idea what he was gonna do for 6 hours but he was sure the wait would be worth it. He pulled up to the back entrance of the Entertainment Centre to drop Torrie off. She leaned over to him and kissed him, running her tongue tantalisingly across his lips. 'Mmmm...' She moaned, 'I wish I had time... Then we could park in an alley, I could take your singlet off you, and fuck you in broad daylight.' Then she quickly exited the car, leaving Kyle hard, and wanting more. Kyle shook his head to take control of himself and drove round the block to the front of the Entertainment Centre where his mate was waiting. 'How are you, bro?' Kyle said as Ryan jumped into the passenger side, where not too long ago Torrie Wilson had been sitting after too enormous fuck sessions at Kyle's place. 'I'm alright. What's up?' Ryan said to him as Kyle began to drive to the nearest cinemas to see what was on. 'Not much...' Kyle lied. 'Wanna see another one?' Ryan asked Kyle as they exited the cinemas. 'No man. We gotta buy our booze for tomorrow night and The Grape around the corner has major discounts on Bundy.' Kyle said, passing his ute and continuing towards the bottle shop. As they were walking they started talking about some of the chicks they'd see the next night. 'Liz is keen on you man.' Ryan said. 'One problem, dude. She smokes.' Kyle replied, bored. Chicks seemed to be the only thing they talked about. And besides, Kyle had just fucked Torrie Wilson. What could top that? 'Like a chimney bro. She's a dirty slut too. Not like Bec.' Ryan said. 'Yeh, Bec's pretty hot. How bout the one that likes you?' Kyle said. 'Shut up man. I don't wanna know about it. She's ugly. She's hairy. She's got a mono-brow...'Ryan answered, genuinely disgusted. Kyle stopped and turned to him, laughing. 'Dude, she's not that bad, just leave her alone.' 'Man, she's got a face like a dropped pie. A face like a smashed crab...' Ryan stopped talking. Kyle's face was no longer smiling. It was livid. Kyle's face had gone red, eyes cold and his lips thinned in a monstrous fury. His voice was now raised and raspy in anger. 'Leave her alone!' He shouted, his fist clenched in balls of rage, muscles twitching from adrenaline and fury. Fear on his face, Ryan backed up. 'Dude, if it means that much to you...' He said, retreating slowly with hands raised in front of him in submission. But Kyle's anger didn't subside. It seemed to intensify, his face now beet-red, veins protruding from his forehead and his breathing heavy with anger. 'I said leave her alone!' 'Dude! I am! I'm sorry!' Ryan said, desperate now. But Kyle wasn't listening. He charged past Ryan, almost knocking him off his feet as he raced into the alley behind him. Before Ryan knew what was happening, Kyle had a man pinned against the alley wall, his forearm to the guy's throat, none of his fury gone and all of his rage left to discharge. Suddenly the man against the wall planted his knee in Kyle's crotch and Kyle doubled over on the floor. The thug began his assault, kicking him repeatedly in the stomach as Kyle tried in vain to protect himself. The man was knocked off his feet as Ryan tackled him from the side, sending him careening to the ground. The man jumped to his feet and took a swing at Ryan's head, which he narrowly avoided by tilting backward. Ryan knew his mistake the moment it was made as the man punched him in the gut and while he was doubled over gave Ryan as swift knee to the head to put him on the ground. The man made to give the same beating to Ryan, but was met with a right hook from Kyle that put him on the floor. Kyle stood his ground as the man weighed up the situation, and obviously deciding it was looking bleak, sprinted towards the opposite end of the alley and disappeared. Kyle relaxed slightly and still shaking from the adrenaline coursing through his muscles, went to check on Ryan. He was lying on the ground holding the bridge of his nose. It was bleeding profusely and was almost certainly broken. 'Dude. Are you alright?' He said, lending a hand to help him up. Struggling to his feet and still holding his nose with his head tilted back, Ryan replied, unable to talk properly, because of the blood flow. 'Okay... cogsiderig I felt gmy gnose crack gmultiple timges.' He replied, oddly smiling at the situation. 'Please tell gme. Why did you feel the gneed to attack that guy?' He flinched at the pain talking caused. But Kyle again wasn't listening. He was helping two women to their feet. 'Are you alright Miss Weber? Dawn?' He said, trying not to scare them but at the same time offering his assistance. Ryan had never seen these women before. 'Surprisingly – yes.' The first one said. 'Umm... maybe you should clean that up?' she said, indicating Kyle's nose. It was at this point Kyle realised his own noise was bleeding profusely and he immediately clasped his hand to the bridge of his nose to stop the bleeding. As he tilted his head back he felt a searing pain from the ribs on his left side, and he immediately winced and returned to a less painful position. 'There are tissues ing the car.' Ryan said, wondering who these women were and failing to notice his friend's discomfort. The one Kyle had called Dawn was about five foot eight with long brown hair. She had a pointed nose, thin, crafted eyebrows and green eyes. She was wearing long black leather pants that hugged her shapely legs and a leopard print velvet zip-up top. The zip was down slightly, and her red lace bra was visible, but no more visible than her ample tanned bosom. The one Kyle had called Miss Weber was about the same height with long dark brown hair. She had slightly thicker, more natural eyebrows, a more shapely nose and deep brown eyes. She was wearing a cream coloured tube top that showed off her own ample cleavage and a sexy, shapely midriff. She wore light blue jeans that hugged her graceful legs with a white belt. Both wore high heels, a rather silly thing to do around this suburb, considering the amount of cracks in the pavement. 'We can help you clean it up...' Said Dawn. 'It's the least we can do. Plus we could use protection and a lift.' 'Dawn!' Miss Weber said, give her an elbow. 'What she means is, we can offer you first aid, but it would mean a lift back to the Entertainment Centre. And please, call me Amy.' She said, offering her hand. 'You don't want to shake my hand right now,' Kyle said, blood still dripping down his arm, 'But we will take that first aid offer. My car's around the corner. I'm Kyle Cunningham and this is my friend Ryan Ferguson. Ryan, this is Dawn Marie and Amy Weber. They work for the WWE.' Ryan had guessed that already but he let it slide, opting for silence considering he could barely talk anyway, as well as the pain it caused him. *************************************** 'There you go...' said the WWE medic as she finished taping up Kyle's ribs. 'They're just bruised. The pain should gradually decrease. They should take about a week to heal completely.' She said, moving over to Ryan to check his injuries. 'That is definitely broken.' She said to him and told him to lie back. Ryan lay back as the trainer stood over him. 'Whoa?! What are you doing?' he said, protecting his nose as the trainer reached for his face. 'Popping it back into place. It's necessary if you don't want your nose to look like Owen Wilson's.' She said, once again reaching to correct it. Ryan pushed her away again. 'Don't you have some sort of anaesthetic or something to give to me... for the pain.' The trainer thought for a moment and then went into her kit, handing Ryan two pills. 'Swallow these morphine tablets.' She said. Ryan swallowed them quickly. He recoiled once again as she reached for his face. 'Don't you have to give 'em time to set in?' he asked. 'They're fast acting,' she replied and finally he let her examine his nose. 'You're acting like a woman, man.' Said Kyle. 'I resent that.' Kyle looked over at the doorway to see Amy Weber step into the room grinning. 'How are you feeling?' She asked, looking worriedly at the bandages covering Kyle's ribs. Her gaze seemed to hold for some time, almost as if she were checking him out. She looked up at him after a while. Realising he hadn't said anything, he replied, 'Better than Ryan. You probably came at the wrong time.' He said, indicating the trainer, who at that moment, much to Ryan's surprise and indignation, clasped her thumb and index finger over his nose, and with a swift, powerful jerk, cracked his nose back into place. Ryan screamed his indignation and pain to the world as blood began to flow from his nose again. The trainer quickly placed some cotton buds inside his nose to stop the bleeding and told Ryan to clasp the bridge of his nose again. 'What's all the noise for?' Said a voice from the doorway. John Cena stood there, his arms crossed, wearing his typical jersey with cut-off jeans and sneakers. 'What are you two guys doing in here?' he asked. 'We got our asses kicked.' Kyle replied. John Cena was Kyle's favourite wrestler, or at least one of them, and he wasn't about to try and impress him. Cena wouldn't be impressed by much. 'Oh, he's just being modest John.' Amy intervened. 'These two saved us.' 'Saved you?' Cena replied, puzzled. 'Dawn and I were cornered in an alley by this guy... and Kyle and his friend saved us.' Amy explained. Cena smiled, and placed his hand out to shake Kyle's hand. 'Couldn't save yourself though, hey bro?' 'Just didn't have a box on mate.' Kyle replied, gladly accepting his welcome. 'What?' Cena again looked puzzled. 'It's cricket's equivalent of a cup in NFL.' Kyle explained. 'That is Ryan. Ryan, this is John Cena. United States Champion. Ryan shook Cena's hand, but was almost too out of it to notice. 'What's wrong with him?' Cena asked. 'Broke his nose,' Kyle replied, 'Trainer gave him some morphine.' 'Hahahaha.' Cena almost doubled over in laughter. 'Tracy?' Cena said to the trainer, indicating Ryan, 'Did you tell this kid those aspirin were morphine tablets?' The trainer simply nodded, a wry grin on her face. Ryan had fallen asleep so he hadn't known any better. 'Well, sorry to say it, kid but I gotta run. Things to do...' and he exited the room. Amy watched Cena leave the room. 'Well... anyway. I just came by to thank you for what you did today... If you hadn't stopped him I don't know what he would've...' She was looking at the floor, a deep look in her eyes. Slowly, her face soured and her eyes began to well with tears. She began to sob and Kyle put his arm around her to comfort her. Her arms wrapped around him tightly as she cried, the force of her squeeze and jolts of her sobs sending pain searing through Kyle's ribcage. 'Come on now, Amy. You're okay now.' He whispered to her while stroking her hair. 'Nothing is gonna happen to you.' He said, lifting her chin to stare into her eyes. He wiped a tear from her cheek and smiled. 'She managed a small smile of her own. She sniffed slightly, 'Look at me. I don't even know you and I'm crying to you about my problems.' She said, wiping her eyes. 'I wanted to thank you. But I didn't know how. I could get you ringside seats to the show?' She asked hopefully. Kyle grinned, reaching into his pocket to pull out the ones he already had. Amy looked at the tickets, and then looked as if she was about to cry again. Kyle tried to salvage the situation. 'I'll tell you what you can do.' She looked at him hopefully. 'How about you introduce me to some of the superstars?' he asked. Her eyes opened wide in delight and she kissed him in delight. It was nothing sexual, just joy of being able to return the favour, as she kissed him tightly on the lips and then hugged him fiercely. She released him, first realising the pain she had caused his ribs by so strong a hug and then placing her hands to her lips, realising she had kissed him. 'I'm so sorry,' she exclaimed, but Kyle wasn't so sure which one she was apologising for. 'It's quite alright Amy,' Kyle said, grinning at her discomfort. 'The pain of one was replaced by the pleasure of the other.' She relaxed and grinned again, taking his hand and almost pulling him out of his shoes in an effort to get him out of the room. 'Can I get my shirt first?' he said, grinning. She blushed slightly. ********************************** Kyle met numerous superstars over the next few hours, most of which were friendly enough to lose five minutes of their time for a chat. Kyle talked to Rey Mysterio, who was smaller than Kyle had expected him to be, Hardcore Holly, who was every bit as big as he looks on TV, and Big Show, who – well... He's the Big Show. He also met the Basham's, John Bradshaw Layfield, Rob Van Dam, Booker T and Miss Jackie. And every single one of the superstars was told of how Kyle saved Amy and Dawn, no matter how many times Kyle tried to interrupt or play it down. When Amy told the story to the Undertaker, the Undertaker was so impressed he shook Kyle's hand, took off his bandanna, signed it and then gave it to him, saying, 'Few people have the balls, or the character to do something that brave, Kyle. You have my respect.' He then excused himself to get ready for the show. Suddenly Amy looked at her watch and gasped, kissing Kyle on the cheek and saying she had to get ready too. Kyle was left holding an autographed Undertaker bandanna and a shocked look on his face. After gathering his senses he made his way back to the medic room to meet Ryan and take their seats for the show. It took him longer than he expected to find him. He entered the room just as Dawn Marie was leaving and she grabbed and squeezed his ass hard while whispering, 'Thanks big guy. I'll give you yours later...' Kyle had no idea what that meant but by the look on Ryan's face and the fact that he was doing up his pants he had a fair idea. 'You ready to go dude?' Kyle said to Ryan, a very smug look on his friend's face. 'I'm not sure if I'll be able to walk but why not?' Ryan said, the grin growing by the minute. ******************************** By the time the show started Kyle was sick of Ryan's constant insinuations that he got laid by Dawn. As far as Kyle was concerned, Dawn was a slut. He didn't find her that attractive and therefore he wasn't that impressed by her. But Ryan seemed happy with himself and he deserved something for saving Kyle's ass back in the alley when he was getting his ass kicked. So Kyle sat there, waiting as the arena filled up and nodded occasionally when Ferguson bragged about it. The crowd buzzed as fireworks shattered the air, exploding all around them to signal the start of the show. The first match was Eddie Guerrero and Rey Mysterio verse Luther Reigns and Mark Jindrak for the WWE Tag Titles. After five minutes of Reigns and Jindrak dominating Rey, Eddie was tagged in and cleaned house, before lying, cheating and stealing his way to victory. A couple more matches took place. Orlando Jordan took on Kurt Angle and lost. And Chavo Guerrero retained his cruiserweight title against Paul London. The crowd fell silent. The ring had been empty for some time now. Something was going to happen soon. The crowd roared it's approval as the words, 'If You Smell, What The Rock, is Cookin'' echoed throughout the arena and The Rock himself burst from the curtain, wearing long black leather pants, his bull belt, a leather jacket with no shirt and his usual stylish shades. He made his way to the ring, a large grin on his face as the Brisbane crowd erupted around him, Kyle included. He made his way up the steps and across the apron, stepped up onto the turnbuckle right in front of where Kyle and Ryan were sitting and raised his fist in true Rocky style. He entered the ring and crossed to the other turnbuckle, acknowledging the crowd in similar fashion. Once the Rock had visited every corner of the ring, he picked up the microphone. 'Finally, The Rock has come BACK to...' He paused, slightly puzzled, as the crowd finished the sentence for him. 'Hang on. The Rock has never been to Brisbane.' He said to the crowd, eyebrow raised. Once again he put his head back, put the microphone to his mouth, 'Finally the Rock has come, to Brisbane...' he said, the crowd roaring in approval. The Rock grinned a cocky grin as the crowd began chanting his name. 'Rocky! Rocky! Rocky!' He tilted his head back, and breathed deep, as if savouring the moment. The chants died as he put the microphone to his face. 'The Rock is here for one reason – ONE, reason only. While the Rock would love to be whooping ass, right here in Brisbane, Australia...' he paused as once again the crowd roared its approval, 'The Rock was here for another reason altogether. The Rock was not here to whoop ass, and he wasn't here to see the MILLIONS...' he paused yet again as the crowd finished his sentence for him, then continued 'and MILLIONS of the Rock's Australian fans oh no, no, no...' The crowd booed slightly, disappointed. But he continued, 'The Rock, was here... for the pie!' he said, smiling once again as the crowd erupted in applause. 'You like the pie?' The crowd screamed its response. 'I heard, that Australia has some of the best pie in the world and you know that the Rock just loves... to eat, pie...' The crowd roared in unison and began chanting, 'We Want Pie! We Want Pie!' 'The Rock can't quite hear you!' The crowd chanted louder and louder, the arena almost shaking on its foundations. They fell quiet as the Rock prepared to speak. 'Everyone wants pie. The Rock is hungry for some pie right now!' The crowd laughed in unison. 'But first the Rock has another matter to attend, although is has a whole lot to do with pie. The Rock wants to know. Where can the Rock find some of the best pie in the world?' The crowd began chanting. 'Brisbane! Brisbane! Brisbane!' And the Rock raised a hand to quiet them down. 'Brisbane has a lot of great pie, but the Rock knows another place. The Smackdown locker room!' The crowd roared again as music rang throughout the arena, and three of Smackdown's divas strutted their way down the ramp. Torrie Wilson came out first, followed by Amy Weber, followed by Joy Giovanni. Torrie was wearing a pink fluffy top, which only covered her chest and tight pink hot pants. Amy was wearing tight black leather pants, and a red tube top. Joy was wearing a short, Scottish print skirt that bounced up and down as she walked, as well as a white lace top, supported by her neck which showed off her sexy midriff. The Rock stepped off the bottom rope and lifted the second as they entered the ring and the three divas played to the crowd until the Rock was ready to speak. 'The Rock was sitting around backstage eating some pie,' the crowd reacted to every word, 'minding his own business when he over heard an argument from the women's locker room. Naturally the Rock was curious, so The Rock went inside. The Rock found Joy, Amy, and Torrie arguing about who was the best kisser... naked.' The Divas had a look of surprise on their faces, but the Brisbane crowd roared in laughter and approval. 'So naturally the Rock didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable... so he got naked too.' There were screams from the females in the crowd and the men were laughing hard. Helping The WWE Divas The Rock decided to use the crowd's enthusiasm. 'It got a little heated... The Rock never knew you were so flexible girl!' he said to Joy, causing her to laugh in embarrassment. He moved over to Amy, 'Tell your mother she makes good pie!' And finally Torrie, 'You don't worry baby. The Rock's mom already knows she makes good strudel...' After every comment the crowd went nuts, roaring in laughter. The divas were laughing as well. 'So once the Rock had had has his fill and everything had cooled down, The Rock decided to let the millions... and MILLIONS, of the divas fans decide. The Rock has a problem though, ladies. He's exhausted. So you're gonna have to prove it by kissing someone else.' He contemplated this for a moment. Then he grinned. 'The Rock has a solution!' he said, and he wrapped his arm around Torrie. 'You, can kiss... her!' He said, pointing at Joy and the crowd erupted into shouts of joy. Chants of HLA filled the arena. 'Go!' The Rock said. Torrie and Joy approached each other slowly and hesitantly, as if they never expected this to happen. The crowd roared as their lips touched and they began to kiss. Torrie's hands reached behind Joy's neck and they began to make out, as Joy's tongue explored Torrie's mouth. They kissed for at least thirty seconds before separating. 'Damn, girls!' The Rock said. 'Now, how about you,' he pointed at Amy, 'kiss her.' Amy looked at Joy. Joy walked up to Amy and took her hand, then leaned in to kiss her. But Amy ducked out of the way and asked Rock for the microphone. The crowd booed her. 'I have a better idea Rock. How about, we all kiss a member of the audience and then he can decide who the winner is.' The boos turned into cheers and the Rock took the microphone. 'The Rock thinks it's a brilliant idea. Go get one.' He said. Amy stepped out of the ring and began circling ringside, searching. Sure enough, she stopped in front of Kyle. She motioned for him to go with her. He stepped into the ring with the three divas and the Rock. Torrie looked at him and smiled, realising this would be easier than she thought. Amy smiled at him, happy to repay further the favour he did for her and simply because she got an opportunity to make out with him. Joy was smiling, but less confident than Amy and Torrie. 'What's your name?' The Rock said to him. 'Ky-' 'It doesn't matter what your name is!' The Rock shouted and Kyle laughed along with the crowd, surprised he fell for something he should've expected. 'What matters is whether you like pie...' The Rock said. 'It's all I eat.' Kyle replied. The crowd laughed as the Rock shook his hand. 'Sounds like The Rock's kinda guy. Take a seat kid.' Kyle sat in the steel chair that had appeared in the ring and watched the Rock as he explained the competition. 'Here's how it is going to go. Each Diva will have thirty seconds to prove to you why they deserve to win, and then we'll ask the crowd who deserved to win, and you – will make a final decision. Got it?' Kyle nodded. 'Who wants to go first?' Amy stepped forward to accept the challenge, eager to make an impression. She paused in front of Kyle and looked at the crowd mischievously. Then she turned around so her gorgeous ass was facing him and began to untie her pants. She hooked her thumbs beneath the sides of her pnats and slowly and seductively pulled her pants down as the crowd went nuts. Kyle struggled to maintain a relatively straight face as he was presented with her sexy, toned ass slightly covered by a purple thong. Once Amy had completely removed her pants, she threw them over Kyle's face. He reached up to take them off in order to see but he felt Amy's weight on his lap and she had pinned the pants against his face. Kyle decided to play along and just sat there as Amy raised part of her pants up over his mouth, so that he was still blindfolded. Then he felt her lips touch his. At first it was thin-lipped, but then Amy's hand came to his cheek and he felt her tongue slip inside his mouth. She gently massaged his tongue with her's as she subtly tried to grind her hips into his. Kyle could feel himself getting erect as she all but dry humped him in front of forty thousand people. The makeshift blindfold was removed as Amy ended the kiss and stood up. 'The Rock needs a cold shower after that girl... And it looks like so does he...' The Rock said, extending his thumb in Kyle's direction and muttering under his breath. 'So, which of you girls is next? That's a hard act to follow.' Torrie quickly stepped forward, a determined look on her face... or maybe it was jealousy? In either case, Torrie stepped behind Kyle, and began to rub her hands across and over his chest, her breasts rubbing slightly against his head. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered to him, 'I want to fuck you, right here, right now...' And then she grabbed his shirt, and pulled it over his head. Kyle heard the women in the crowd scream as they saw his toned body and couldn't help but grin at the attention. Torrie kicked her leg over Kyle's lap and sat down, running her hands over his muscly body. Kyle suddenly realised just how hard he was as he felt Torrie's mound connect with his erect cock through his pants. He had to stop himself from thrusting his hips toward her. Torrie grabbed his hands and placed them behind her neck, and wrapping her own arms around the back of his head, she pulled him close and gently began to kiss him. Her lips were soft and she gently opened her mouth and began to French kiss him. Kyle began to reciprocate and the crowd cheered violently as they saw tongue on tongue action between one of their own and a WWE diva. Gently Torrie parted from him and licked her lips, indicating that she enjoyed it, not only to Kyle, but to the crowd as well. Then, as she went to stand up, she deliberately ground her crotch into his now aching cock. 'Well,' said the Rock, 'it looks like he might need some time to recover. That looked twice as good as Amy's effort...' Amy looked offended and began arguing with The Rock, although no-one could here what she said. Then she went over and slapped Torrie. Torrie held back tears from the unexpected slap. Then she launched herself towards Amy with a murderous look in her eyes. Suddenly The Rock's jovial mood changed and he jumped between them, trying in his effort to stop them from hurting each other. Joy jumped to his aid and to his own shock, Kyle had jumped up and was holding Torrie back with Joy's help. 'Torrie, leave her alone, she's not worth it...' he said to her. Somewhere along the line he'd understood it was a real situation. 'She'll get what coming to her, Torrie, let her be.' He said in the most comforting voice he could. 'You're right Kyle,' she said as she began to relax. Then slowly, dejected, Torrie stepped out of the ring and disappeared behind the curtain at the top of the ramp. 'You know her?' Joy asked him as the Rock still restrained Amy from chasing after her. 'Her car broke down last night and I gave her a place to stay.' Kyle replied. Joy seemed to relax slightly, realising this wasn't just a regular wrestling fan but probably a personal guest of Torrie's thanks to his kindness. They watched as The Rock, his face furious, ordered Amy to follow Torrie to the back. Angry and bitter, she walked up the ramp and disappeared. The situation had turned ugly and it needed to be saved. 'Now, where were we? That's right... You're up Joy...' The Rock said, slightly out of breath and doing his best to save the situation. He sensed that the fans knew it was real as well and he needed them to be distracted. The best way to do that, was to get on with the show. Joy looked nervous. She was the only one who had never even met Kyle, and she had originally thought this was going to be her kissing Torrie and Amy. She wasn't prepared. And after the show Amy and Torrie had just put on, she was expected to do something even better by this Brisbane crowd. She could feel the buzz from the audience as she slowly walked up to Kyle to the rhythm of the music that now burst throughout the arena. He was now standing in the corner and she slowly but seductively walked up to him. As she reached him she placed her index finger on his muscular stomach and then using her second finger as well, walked them up his toned body, and tapped him on the nose. Then she turned around to face the opposite direction. With her back facing him, she backed him up against the turnbuckle. Then, slowly she began to dance to the music, grinding her ass against his cock, and lifting her hair into his face to allow him to smell her heavenly scent. She danced a step away from him, and snapped her head around to stare back at him. Then, without bending her legs she bent over and grabbed her ankles. The crowd went nuts as they saw a glimpse of her underwear beneath her skirt. Slowly, she ran her palms up the back of her legs, and then thighs, until she sexily raised her skirt so her pink thong could be seen. Then she unbuttoned the front of her skirt and let it falls to the floor. If Kyle hadn't been hard before, he certainly was now, and he now didn't even notice the crowd as Joy stepped towards him seductively, wearing her white lace top and her pink thong. He was backed up against the turnbuckle yet again as she danced against him, this time with her front, and he had no doubt she could feel his hard cock between them. Grabbing his hands, she turned him around so she was backed up against the turnbuckle, and then she slowly pulled his head towards her own. He felt her lips touch his for the first time and felt the softness of her tongue as it explored his mouth. For some reason Kyle felt like this wasn't so much for distracting the fans as for Joy's own enjoyment. Their tongues were entwined as his hips ground against her's, and Kyle seemed to forget for a moment where they were. He began to take off Joy's top, and then hesitated as he realised they were in a packed stadium. 'Keep going,' Joy whispered to him as she began to suck on his neck. After receiving confirmation, he pulled her shirt over her head and off, revealing a pink lace bra, much to the crowd's delight. Suddenly he felt her push him away, and he tripped backwards as she hooked her foot behind his leg. Joy got on her hands and knees and began crawling up his body, eventually straddling him and kissing him again. He kissed back fiercely, running his hands though her hair and across her bare back. Kyle rolled over on top of her and began to suck on her neck. Joy's breathing increased rapidly and he kissed her collarbone. She forced him to roll outside the ring, took his hand and pulled him up the ramp way suggestively as the crowd roared. When they disappeared behind the curtain she didn't stop leading him. She even seemed to speed up as they raced through the production area, the catering area, past superstars, ground crew and maintenance on their way to a room which said, 'Women's Locker Room.' They burst through the doors, their eyes full of lust – to find Torrie weeping loudly. All thoughts of anything sexual left Kyle's mind as Torrie looked up at them, tears in her eyes. They both walked slowly over to her and sat down, Joy on her left and Kyle on her right. She stopped crying for a moment as they both did the best they could do to comfort her. Suddenly she burst into tears again and ploughed her face into Kyle's still bare chest for comfort. He stroked her hair and told her it would be alright, while Joy looked on in hopelessness. 'Is it bad?' Torrie said, looking up at Kyle in hope. Kyle looked at her left cheek. It was beginning to bruise and there was a slight scratch so he told her, in all honesty, that it wasn't all that bad. She smiled slightly and relaxed. Her smile faded as Stephanie McMahon walked in the room, her eyes piercing and a deep frown on her face. She was wearing a deep blue suit, with a skirt that reached no lower than halfway down her thighs. Her hair was tied back and her face, though currently in an angry grimace, was still sexy as hell. Kyle could see the shape of her massive (medically enhanced) breasts from the position he was standing and wondered why she had felt the need to 'improve' them. She had already been the fantasy of millions of men around the world because of her natural beauty. Kyle resisted checking her out for too long, at risk she would see his ogling and remove him from the building. Once Stephanie saw Torrie her facial expression changed from anger to sympathy and she immediately walked over to see if Torrie was okay. 'Are you alright Torrie?' Stephanie asked, lifting her chin to have a look at Torrie's face. She winced slightly at the shiner Torrie now had thanks to Amy's left hook. 'I'm okay now...' she replied. 'But... I'm not in trouble am I Stephanie?' she asked, almost fearful of the reply. 'In trouble?' Stephanie laughed, 'Don't even think it Torrie. Why would you be in trouble for what Amy did? You did nothing wrong Torrie. Not only did Amy put you and Joy in compromising positions, but she involved a member of the audience, no offense...' she said to Kyle, 'VIP or not, without the consent of me or my father. And to top it all off, she assaulted you Torrie. You are in no way in trouble Torrie. You have my assurances that Amy will be dealt with accordingly and you may have as much time off as you feel is necessary. I'm sorry you had to go through this.' 'It's quite okay Steph.' Torrie said, now completely at ease and entirely relieved. 'Nice save, Joy...' Steph said, nodding a smile towards the diva, who remained in her underwear, 'If a little too racy for the PG rating we try to achieve here. We're just lucky this isn't a televised broadcast, let alone a live one. The board would usually give you some sort of my reprimand my dear,' Steph said to Joy, who started to look worried, 'but considering the circumstances I'll recommend to them that all parties involved be excused from the usual rules surrounding shows, except of course for Amy.' 'And you...' Stephanie said, turning to Kyle with a look on her face – a mixture of approval and scepticism. 'You're a mixed blessing. You may have just been involved – if not the cause – of that catastrophe tonight, but I also understand that you not only saved two of our divas – or should I say one of our divas and an ex-employee – but you also gave Torrie a place to stay last night and helped save the situation this evening. Thanks are in order. What did you say his name was again Torrie?' 'Kyle Cunningham.' Kyle replied, before Torrie could reply, holding out his hand. Stephanie took it and shook it firmly. 'A man who takes charge. Confidant. I like it...' She said, releasing his hand and grinning. 'Well thank you Kyle. We'll find some way to repay you before we leave Australia, I assure you.' She said, turning to leave. 'It's not necessary.' Kyle replied. 'I'm sick of Australian's being so nice all the time.' She replied, frustrated but grinning. 'Just accept the fact that we owe you. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get Amy to sign some release papers. Get some ice on that Torrie...' Stephanie said as she left the room. 'That's a good idea Torrie,' Joy said, 'I'll grab some ice from the medic. Won't be long.' She left, almost at a jog to grab some ice. 'Are you sure you're okay Torrie?' Kyle asked, lifting her chin to look her in the eyes. She smiled up at him, tired but happy and nodded. Then she gently leaned up to kiss him softly on the lips. When they parted Kyle smiled. 'You're welcome...' he said. 'That wasn't a thank you.' She replied. 'Well then what was it?' Kyle asked her, intrigued. 'A bribe. Did I win?' she asked, a grin on her face. 'Without a doubt...' Kyle lied. Joy's kiss had been incredible and Kyle felt his cock stiffen at even the thought of it. None the wiser, Torrie smiled contentedly and leaned up to kiss him, this time harder and more passionately. Kyle felt her tongue slip through his lips and explore his mouth as her hands gently caressed his chest. Kyle's hand began to softly rub her side and he gently massaged her tongue with his. He softly began to run his finger across her midriff as she started kissing him more fiercely, almost causing him to lose his balance off the bench. Torrie grinned as she forced him onto his back and began to kiss his neck. Torrie began to unbutton Kyle's shirt, kissing his chest on the way down until finally she opened the shirt completely. Then she crawled up his muscular body, kissing as she went, until finally finding his lips. Her tongue explored his mouth as she ground her body against his. Kyle's hands caressed his ass through her hot pants as she sucked on his neck and ground her pelvis against his hard on. Kyle moaned slightly as she began stroking his solid cock through the denim of his jeans. After a while doing this she began to slowly unbutton the front of his pants, button by button, until she could see the outline of his rigid cock through his boxer shorts. Grabbing his cock through his boxers, she slowly began to stroke it with her hand, grinning seductively up at him as she worked. Torrie then grabbed the side of his pants and boxers and pulled them to his knees, allowing her unrestricted access to his cock. It was rock hard, and the veins seemed ready to explode as she ran a finger up and down its length, watching Kyle's face. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily, anticipating what might come next. She gently wrapped one hand around the shaft and slowly jerked him off. As her hand moved away from his body more and more precum would appear, and began lubricating his cock. Torrie began licking the precum from the tip of Kyle's dick, eliciting moans of approval. She then began to circle the head of his cock with her tongue, relishing the taste of his precum and causing Kyle's breathing to hasten. She gently place her lips over the head of his cock, bobbing up and down on the head of his cock as Kyle thrust his hips at her, urging her to take all of him in his mouth. Joy had just left the medic's room with an ice pack and some aspirin and was almost jogging down the hallway in her haste. Although she liked Torrie and had been worried she was upset, she was far hornier than compassionate. The pad she had placed inside her panties had come in good use tonight, as all her cunt juices had been soaked up before they could stain her underwear, revealing to the entire world just how horny she had really been during the show. In fact, she was that horny she was about to take Kyle into the women's locker room and show him just how horny she was. That's why she was pissed off with Torrie. If Torrie hadn't been crying in the locker room, Joy would probably be getting laid right now, against the wall of the women's locker room. With all these thoughts milling through Joy's head, she almost didn't hear the noises coming from the women's locker room. Joy slowed as she heard a slight gasp from behind the door, and abandoned her original plan of returning immediately with the ice. Sneaking up to the door, she gently pushed it open slightly. Joy had to stifle a gasp at what she saw, and she had to recover slightly as she almost dropped the ice pack. Placing the pack on the ground, Joy opened the door a little wider to get a better look. Kyle's muscular body was stretched out on the bench, shirt open, eyes shut, and he was moaning softly as Torrie sucked feverishly on his pulsating cock. Joy watched as Torrie gently toyed with his balls, as she time after time deep throated him. Kyle's hands ran through her hair as she ran her tongue up and down his length. Then she slowly lowered her head onto his cock, allowing him to enjoy the warm and wetness of her mouth. Joy subconsciously began rubbing the mound of her pussy through her panties as she watched Torrie begin to bob up and down on Kyle's cock, making sucking noises and not gagging once. Helping The WWE Divas Torrie also began to moan as she used one hand to gently stroke the length of her slit beneath her pants while she sucked feverishly on Kyle's cock. As she bobbed up and down, Torrie felt Kyle thrust his hips toward her, fucking her mouth as she deep throated him. She automatically began to suck harder, increasing her speed and sliding him deeper down her throat. Kyle groaned his approval and in turning began bucking faster until his hips were leaving the bench and he was literally fucking Torrie's mouth. 'Mmmm... Oh, fuck yes... Torrie... I'm gonna cum soon... Mmmm...' Joy heard Kyle say and she realised her hand was now inside her panties playing with her cunt lips. She realised that someone could walk down the hall at any second and see her masturbating, and that would not be a good scenario. Making a split-second decision, she quickly and quietly slipped inside the room and closed the door. 'Fuck Torrie! I'm gonna cum!' Kyle said as he exploded in Torrie's mouth. Torrie gagged slightly as stream after stream of thick virile cum burst from Kyle's cock into her mouth, but she recovered, sucking and swallowing until it seemed Kyle's cock was spent. She closed her eyes as she slipped her lips of his cock and sat up, relishing the taste of his cum and still rubbing her finger along the length of her slit. She heard Kyle gasp in satisfaction and pleasure. Torrie was shocked slightly as she felt something being wrapped around her head and tied at the back. Now blindfolded, Torrie felt herself being guided to the floor and she lay down on her back, legs apart and completely vulnerable, but incredibly aroused. Hands began to pull her hotpants from her waste, bringing her panties with them, and she raised her hips to allow them to slip off her legs. She raised her arms to enable her top to be taken off by her 'captor', and she was left naked and blindfolded. Kyle opened his eyes as he came inside Torrie's mouth, his orgasm hitting him with immense power as his pelvis bucked forward involuntary and he filled the diva's mouth with his hot seed. She seemed to gag slightly, struggling with the sudden extra burden, but recovered and began once again to suck his cock, swallowing the cum as it came, and seemingly enjoying the taste. He watched her close her eyes and slowly move her lips off his cock. He gasped as he noticed Joy for the first time, standing behind Torrie with a sweater in her left hand, and her right index finger over her lips to indicate silence. Kyle watched as Joy wrapped the sweater around Torrie's head, blindfolding her so she was unable to see. Joy grabbed her arm and lifted off the seat, and guided her to lie on the floor, legs spread, and proceeded to undress her. With Torrie left naked and blindfolded on the floor, Joy stood and moved over to Kyle who was now standing. Running her soft fingers over his muscular shoulders, removing his shirt. Kyle placed his hands on her hips, slowly sliding them up and around her, unclasping her bra deftly and allowing it to fall to the ground. Admiring her body, he slid a hand around to caress her right breast and she began to play with Kyle's now limp cock. Kyle's hand continued it's descent, gently tracing a line on her ass before moving to the front and gently rubbing Joy's mouth through her pink panties. Joy slowly turned around, rubbing her heavenly smooth ass against Kyle's now hardening cock. Hooking her thumbs under her panties, she slowly bent over, sliding them down her shapely legs and presenting her ass to Kyle. Kyle traced his fingers over her ass, and ran a finger along the long off his slit. Then he took his cock and gently rubbed it over Joy's dripping wet pussy as it hardened in his hand. ********************************************** Torrie waited, hearing sounds close by but was left untouched. Every inch of her body quivered and tingled in anticipation. Her eyesight gone, her senses heightened as she waited, all the time expecting to be touched but receiving only disappointment. Her cunt was flowing freely now and her arousal was evident and she breathed faster and faster, aching for some sort of release. Joy was leaning against the wall, Kyle sucking on her neck and cupping her breast as Kyle's now rock hard cock rubbed against the outside of her pussy. She felt Kyle push forward, and waves of pleasure hit her as his cock slid inside her tight pussy, filling her completely. She moaned softly as Kyle slid in and out of her dripping cunt, slowly fucking her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Torrie move, and she immediately pushed Kyle off to stop Torrie from removing her blindfold. Torrie grew impatient as nothing happened. Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She'd had enough. But as Torrie reached for her blindfold she felt a finger trace a line between her breast down her stomach, causing her to shiver in pleasure. Torrie forgot about the blindfold as she felt a pair of lips suck her collarbone and the pleasure went straight to her pussy. Her cunt began to drip as hand began to softly caress her left breast, while lips began to suck her inner thigh. Wave after wave of the most intense pressure she'd ever experienced hit her, as the pleasure came randomly, from any direction. There were lips on her neck, her stomach, her breast, fingers running through her hair, light caresses on her thigh. Torrie was in a world of pleasure and she was in a daze. She moaned loudly as finally she felt lips touch her cunt lips, and felt a tongue probe inside her. She ran her fingers through the long curly hair as her clit was rolled from side to side. The tongue slid up and down her slit as a hand explored her right breasts and she was kissed softly. Torrie's eyes opened wide in shock underneath the blindfold as she realised there was a third person in the room with them, either kissing her mouth, or her cunt, but shock was soon replaced with indifference as the pleasure outruled her disgust. She felt a hand remove her blindfold and her tongue continued to explore Kyle's mouth as he kissed her softly. He sat up and continued to run his hands over her breast, watching her face for a reaction. Torrie looked down in surprise to see Joy looking up at her. Torrie moaned softly as Joy flicked her clit with her tongue and grinned when it elicited a response. Torrie resigned to her fate. She had never had any sexual urges to another woman before but the pleasure she felt overrided any discomfort she was experiencing. She closed her eyes and put her head back, feeling Joy's skilful tongue probe inside her dripping snatch while Kyle's kissed and sucked on Torrie's breasts. Slowly his kisses made their way down Torrie's stomach until Torrie could no longer feel him at all. Kyle began to kiss Joy's soft back. He moved around until he was on his knees behind Joy's sexy ass, his cock pointing straight at her cunt. He could see Torrie's face full of pleasure, her eyes closed and hands running through Joy's hair as she licked and kissed Torrie's cunt on all fours. Kyle ran a finger over Joy's slit as he watched. Then, guiding his cock to his dripping snatch, he slowly inserted his cock into her slippery pussy, The feeling was incredible. The warmth and tightness of her cunt almost made him lose control, but he forced himself to relax. Slowly he began to slide in and out of her cunt, elicited moans from Joy between her sharp breaths and her eating of Torrie's cunt. Every time he slid his cock inside Joy, she would let out a moan of satisfaction. Torrie opened her eyes to see Kyle thrusting his cock into Joy from behind, and her momentary jealousy was replaced with pleasure as nibbled on her clit, causing Torrie to squeal in delight. Kyle could feel Joy beginning to thrust her ass back at him as he continued to slide in and out of her cunt. He began to increase his pace, pounding his pelvis into her ass as his cock thrust deep inside her pussy. Kyle heard Torrie moan and arch her back, as Joy renewed her attentions on her cunt, working hard to make Torrie cum. Joy reach up and gently circled Torrie's asshole with her finger and was rewarded when Torrie thrust her cunt towards Joy's face. Joy doubled her efforts, thrusting her tongue inside Torrie with renewed intensity. 'Oh... Joy... yes... Just like that...' Torrie moaned, encouraging the Diva. 'More... faster... yes... Joy... Yes, Joy!... Fuck me with your tongue... Make me cum Joy... I'm gonna come baby!... Joy... yes... Joy... fuck me... Yes... Joy!' Torrie screamed and arched her back, thrusting her hips harder into Torrie's willing mouth. Then a shudder ran through her body as she began to breathe heavily in an almost constant moan. Torrie's fingers were clasping Joy's head tightly to her cunt as she came down from her orgasm, and she was reluctant to release Joy from her heavenly grasp. Kyle continued to piston in and out of Joy as Torrie recovered from her orgasm. Her thrust his cock deep inside her, eliciting as slap and a grunt with every thrust. Joy began to moan loudly as Kyle began slapping her perfect ass with every second thrust. Giving Joy one big slap on the ass, Kyle began to piston in and out of her cunt fiercely, and Joy could do nothing but squeal as he completely took over her body. Her body shuddered with the force of his thrusts as he fucked her senseless, taking her closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly Kyle stopped, pulling his cock out of her pussy and then rolling her over onto her back. Lifting her legs high in the air, Kyle positioned her with her legs beside her head, almost as if she was eating her own pussy. Then, supporting his weight with his right hand, he guided his dick inside her dripping wet cunt with his left, and once again began to slowly slide his dick in and out of Joy's cunt. At first the discomfort of her position annoyed Joy, but soon she relaxed as her cunt was filled with a pleasure she'd never felt before. The angle of Kyle's cock inside her cunt intensified her pleasure, and Joy found herself on the edge of an orgasm within seconds. Kyle began to pound down into Joy's cunt fiercely, using her entire body weight to thrust as deep inside Joy's cunt as possible. Joy cried out in pleasure as he fucked her wildly, her body limp as Kyle had his way with her. Joy let out an enormous squeal as Kyle continued to pound her, and her pussy clenched his cock fiercely as she orgasmed. Joy's body shook as Kyle's cock continued to rub against her engorged clit and moaned after moaned escaped her lips as Kyle began grunting fiercely in his efforts. 'Yes...' Joy whispered to him as she wrapped her legs around him back and pulled him deeper inside her. Joy's orgasm subsided just as Kyle let out a guttural roar and his hips spasmed against Joy's. Joy's eyes were wide with fear as she tried to push him off, saying, 'Don't cum inside me...' but by then it was far too late. Rope after rope of potent sperm filled Joy's tight cunt as Kyle emptied himself inside her, ignorant of her pleas. As each thread of cum hit her cervix, Joy's cries got softer and softer as she realised how pointless it would be to stop now. The feeling of Kyle's sperm actually made her feel full... almost whole. She relaxed and allowed Kyle to slowly slide his cock out of her cunt, gently kissing her neck as he did so. Only when Kyle had slumped down next to Joy did he notice the searing pain in his ribs, and he struggled to keep his consciousness, vaguely aware of his surroundings and of Torrie and Joy calling his name... ****************************** Please vote and leave comments or opinions. Your comments will help me write better stories.