The WWE Sexperience [RoleplayMaster x Jaded Soul]

[RoleplayMaster]

Rey took a deep breath, his small body jogging softly on the spot. He had just entered the ring, watching his opponent approach with a belt on his shoulder. It was the night after Wrestlemania, and the new champion had announced a challenge that no cruiserweight could take the WWE World Championship belt from him, and Rey was quick to answer the call.

"I hear voices in my head, they council me, they understand, they talk to me."

Randy Orton's theme played loudly throughout the Smackdown arena as he approached, loving the attention of the crowd. The man was an impressive wrestler, so Rey would not take this lightly.

Eventually the man performed his famous stance, with his arms spread and looking very in control of his emotions, letting nothing show on his face. A moment later, the bell rung loudly and the match began.

Rey had versed Randy many times before, so he knew effective ways to counter the man. Ducking under clotheslines and aiming for the head, he hoped this would go down fairly easily. Unfortunately Randy was quite strong, so a lot of the Cruiserweight's high-flying moves ended up in the smaller man caught and thrown across the square circle.

Finally making the champion woozy, Rey managed to set up the 619. Gripping his opponent between his legs, Randy was soon thrown into the ropes, a strong two-foot kick connecting against his face. Left standing, Rey jumped on the top rope and flew towards his opponent.

What he did not anticipate was Randy to snap out of it, countering Rey's finisher with one of his own. "RKO! RKO!" The announcers yelled excitedly. A pin followed.

"One... Two... Thr-" The ref called, but the masked man kicked out, panting softly and looking in pain.

Clearly frustrated, Randy approached the opposite corner and taunted, seeming as if the voices were talking to him, waiting for his prey to stand for a second RKO. And from Rey's condition, it did not look like he would survive a second RKO...

 

[Jaded Soul]

Stacy Kiebler had been watching from behind the gorilla position, a concerned look admittedly on her pretty face as the much smaller Rey Mysterio was taking on the multiple time WWE champion Randy Orton. The Viper was a dangerous opponent, she knew that for sure. She remembered way back when he first started as a young, floppy haired newcomer, and to see him go from that to the tattooed, buzz cut, emotionless wrestler that he was now was jarring to her, very, veeeery jarring. When she'd decided to come back, a lot had changed, but the former Miss Hancock was getting well used to being in the squared circle again. Rey on the other hand? He was much smaller, but he had speed on his side as well as more experience, she'd remembered him fondly during their time in WCW and the Mexican high flyer had wowed her with not only his moves, but the way that he carried himself. Confident and a heart of gold; kids absolutely loved him and she could see why.

However though, as the match progressed she could see that Rey was in trouble. While Orton wasn't the biggest wrestler there he was still taller and stronger than the speedster he was wrestling and was subsequently giving a beating to. Even Rey's high flying moves had been countered and Stacy suspected that it was from them facing each other plenty of times in the past and so Randy knew how to handle himself. When Rey set Orton up for the West Coast Pop she knew there was a chance he could pull and upset and get the gold, but the RKO from nowhere made her wince and watch, pacing worriedly. But...he'd kicked out! Letting out a sigh of relief, the former Duchness of Dudleyville watched carefully, knowing that if Randy hit this next RKO Rey would be done for. She wasn't about to let that happen! Something compelled her to come running through the gorilla position and out of the curtains, then down the ramp, the crowd, a good portion of the male population especially, popping when the saw the leggy, gorgeous woman, still in her wrestling gear, run down and hop up on the canvas and against the rope, ignoring the referee telling her to leave as she turns around and bends over, showing her short-clad ass to the Viper in the hopes it would distract him enough to where Rey could get the upper hand again! She knew how to be a distraction...she just hoped it would be enough.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Orton had been getting ready for his next RKO when the sound of running footsteps made him look up. Hearing the cheers from the crowd, the wrestler was soon face-to-face with the diva Stacy Keibler. She was amazingly hot, and he had tried to hook up with her on many occasions. Apparently it was not meant to be though, as every single time he was turned down. It still didn't hurt to look, in fact, it did quite the opposite of hurting...

Approaching the blonde diva, Orton pressed himself against her, a hand fondly caressing her ass. Going all according to plan, Rey could be seen to all except Orton, as he got ready to make his play. Pulling Orton into an Irish Whip, he was once again put between his legs and thrown into the ropes for a 619. Thankfully this second attempt worked, with Orton's back hitting the mat hard.

"One... Two... Three!" The referee called, announcing Rey as the winner. Grinning widely from beneath his mask, Rey held the belt up high, inviting Stacy into the ring to celebrate with him.

Seeing Randy stir slightly, Rey Mysterio chose to escort the diva backstage before he was attacked. Hearing the cheers (and some boos) from the crowd made Rey whoop in delight, shaking the belt in the air as he walked side-by-side with Stacy.

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Backstage, Rey looked at her curiously. "So... Why'd you help me? Something to do with me, or was this some sort of revenge attempt on Orton?" Mysterio asked. He was a little out of the loop when it came to the politics between the wrestlers and the divas, so it would not surprise him if Stacy and Orton had some sort of rivalry.

 

[Jaded Soul]

Stacy kept shimmying her shorts clad ass at Randy, giving the handsome, tanned third generation wrestler a smirk and a sultry look, and damn was she good at that! Even as he cups her ass she just shimmies it all the more. She knew it wouldn't work out between the two of them though, that and he was a little too arrogant for her own tastes. Maybe that could change...but for now she'd probably keep turning him down. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Rey getting up and she could just barely hide the smirk on her face. He was going to be champ a second time soon; she honestly couldn't wait! Randy could stand to be humbled a bit, she thought. Once Rey whipped Orton into the corner did Stacy jump down from the ring and watch from between the ropes, unable to stop from smirking completely now when the 619 connected and the champ was beaten.

And how could she possibly resist getting into the ring with Rey when he invited her in? She raised the new champ's hand and played up the response of the crowd as they cheered and roared in delight at their new champion. Of course there were a few boos, from smarks no doubt, but right now who cared? The high flyer had proven himself worthy to being top dog again and that's what mattered most! And as the two of them walk backstage Stacy pauses and glances over, "Well, for one, I think everyone wanted to see Randy get his mouth shut and his ass kicked. He's too arrogant for his own good. And for another, I've always admired you, Rey, we go way back, after all, and I've always thought you deserved another shot at the title and seeing you with it is very satisfying." The long legged diva smiles, perhaps just a hint of flirtation there, following it up with a wink. He had such a nice body...how couldn't she play along and be flirty? Not that she expected them to have sex right on the spot, of course. She liked being a tease.

 

[RoleplayMaster]

Smiling at Stacy's response, the Mexican wrestler nodded slowly. "Well, I would be lost without you, so thank you for that Stacy." He replied. Noticing the eyes running along his body made an eyebrow raise, yet his mask mostly hid that reaction. It was muscular and covered in tattoos, and currently had an attractive shine to it due to the sweat he produced throughout his match.

He couldn't help but look at her body too, especially now that they were alone. She wore what essentially was bra and panties, and those long legs were something to admire. She was definitely flirting with him, so maybe there was potential for something to happen between them. Nothing yet of course, but it didn't mean he couldn't play along.

Walking closer to her, his body was soon up against hers. Their height differences allowed his head to linger just above her breasts, though his piercing blue eyes remained on hers. "Well... I think this will be the beginning of a very.. strong.. alliance." Rey suggested. As he said his last few words, a hand ran down her smooth arm, from shoulder to hand. At the word 'alliance', Rey took her hand and kissed the knuckles softly.

Hand within breathing distance of his mouth still, the smaller man winked at her, before dropping her arm and walking off, whistling his theme song happily. Two could play this game...