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An XXX-Mas Carol Part 1
by Rolodex

WWE STOCK TAKES MAJOR HIT BEFORE HOLIDAYS. ROCKY 2015 EXPECTED FOR ORGANIZATION.

The above newspaper headline is quickly crumpled into a paper ball and thrown across the office of the WWE's current Chief Operating Officer, Triple H. While the newspaper is no more, the reality is anything but gone. WWE has gone by the wayside, and it may be due to Triple H. Have all the talent burials finally taken hold of the wrestling juggernaut? Has the murder-bound UFC stolen all of the WWE's thunder?

Triple H soon picks up his cell phone, furious and wanting action. All those lazy independent contractors have the day off tomorrow with pay, due to it being Christmas, and Vince wanting to live up to social customs and all. Triple H quickly ponders an alternative idea. What if he fires some talent tonight, before Christmas Day" That'll get the talent motivated. It certainly worked on Punk to fire him on his special day. Why not fire some of the rejects like Zack Ryder" As Triple H scrolls through his iPhone, his office door is pushed open. Triple H pauses as any red blooded human being would, as his eyes wander up to the scene just in front of him... It's his busty wife Stephanie McMahon!

The ravishing daughter of Vince McMahon while wearing the colors of the season, isn't exactly dressed for business. Stephanie has unwrapped herself from her business attire, and is roaming the halls of Titan Towers in a tight red lace bra. If the aforementioned bra was meant to shield her juicy pair of tits, well then the bra isn't doing a very good job. Stephanie's tits are on full display, her hard nipples piercing through the cloth, while her stunning cleavage overwhelms the flimsy material to complete futility. Matching her red lace bra is skin tight, and skin baring, red lace thong. Stephanie gives her hubby a peak of her bubbly ass all the while biting her lips before beginning to speak.

"I know this isn't the best time, but things will get better, I promise. You'll have the WWE back to the top so quickly that those shareholders' heads will spin. Look, I know you're feeling quite down, but I know just what will get you up and in the Christmas spirit again... me! Everyone is long gone for the holiday. That means we have the full building to ourselves. So c'mon honey... LET'S FUCK! We can even fuck in daddy's office like we used to! I'll even call you Paul McMahon just like you like!"

"Steph... You know I don't have time to waste! It's almost Christmas and I don't want these independent contractors thinking they got one over on me by getting a free day off."

"Fuck them honey! Only thing that needs to be getting off is us. I'm SO FUCKING HORNY! I just want to spend the rest of the night playing with your sledge hammer! I need that big fucking hammer of yours to break this pussy! I want to be too sore to open presents in the morning... I want to swallow your fuck-juice and --

Before Stephanie can finish her statement, Triple H interludes...

"I don't have time for that honey! I need to make some phone calls and get this shit straightened out! I don't want to end up like that WCW rip-off that has two people watching it. Now if you want to talk business like adults, we can... but if you want to like a couple of teenagers that have nothing better to do, well then I'll meet you at the house when I'm done here."

"FUCK YOU HUNTER! You can sleep on the couch tonight!" is all that is exclaimed from Stephanie before she storms off into the distance of the McMahon built skyscraper. Not having the energy to chase after his angry wife, Helmsley merely lets out a huge sigh before shaking his head in disapproval. Looking at his phone and seeing that the hours are creeping later into the evening, Trips decides to hold off on his jolly news and instead kicks back in his ultra comfy office chair to take a brief power nap.

"WOW MAN FREAK OUT! HEY HUNTER WAKEY... WAKEY! C'MON OH YEAH! LET ME TELL YOU SOME THING HUNTER, WAKE UP!"

Hunter shakes from his slumber, as darkness fills most of his office. Most of his office, in that there is a ray of light just in front of the current COO. A very flamboyantly dressed radius of radiance at that. Most likely just seeing things, Hunter wipes the sleep away from his eyelids before bringing himself to full consciousness. Yet the light remains...

"OH YEAH HUNTER THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING! I REMEMBER WAY BACK WHEN, WHEN STEPHANIE WAS JUST SEVENTEEN. BOY DID I ENJ--"

Floating before one of the most powerful men in professional wrestling, is one of the greatest performers of the industry. After sacrificing himself to save the planet from the rapture, the former Macho King now crowns the Earth as a spirit. Colorfully dressed in transparent shades of grays and whites to match the rest of his ghostly anatomy, the Macho Man is interrupted...

"Randy Savage" I need to lay off of the protein shakes before bed."

"OH YEAH, THE ONLY PROTEIN YOU SHOULD BE SHAKING IS YOUR FUTURE KIN AS THEY LEAP TOWARDS STEPHANIE'S TONSILS! INSTEAD YOU'RE HERE STUCK GETTING LECTURED BY ME!"

Playing along with whatever dream he must be having. "What the hell do you want with me, Ghost of Macho Man!"

"OH YEAH HUNTER I'M NO LONGER MACHO MAN, MACHO KING, OR EVEN RANDY SAVAGE! YOU SEE I'VE BEEN GIVEN A TASK BY THE BIG MAN UPSTAIRS! NOW I'M THE SPIRIT OF WRESTLING, AND I'M HERE TO HEED YOU WARNING! YOU SEE I'M NOT THE ONLY CASPER THAT'LL PAY YOU A VISIT THIS TWILIGHT! THREE OF MY BUDDIES WILL BE VISITNG YOU REAL SOON, DIG IT! THEY'RE THE GHOSTS OF WRESTLING'S PAST. THE GHOST OF WRESTLING'S PRESENT. AND OF COURSE, THE GHOST OF WRESTLING'S YET TO CUM!"

Before Hunter can lay down a response to the ridiculous suggestion by his figment of the imagination, the office is pitch black. Using the light of his phone, the former Royal Rumble winner scrambles to the door before heading to another part of the floor. A final shake of Hunter's head confirms his disbelief as he guides himself to the dining hall.

Stage Two: Ultimate Gift.

The leftovers of the Christmas party from earlier in the day fill the hall, with many of the Christmas themed treats a solemn reminder of his dispute with Stephanie. Fighting past the urge to call his wife and apologize, Hunter instead grabs a plate full of turkey and Christmas themed sugar cookies before making his way back to his quarters. With his hands occupied, Triple H decides to cut the lights with his elbow, a mistake that leads to the multiple time World Champion dropping a portion of his meal. As the flustered Helmsley leans forward to clean up his mess, the lights go out, a simple calm before the storm. The thunder comes in the form of a snarl behind him, which Hunter quickly recognizes...

"I CAME HERE FROM A CAPSULE FAR AWAY FROM HERE AND I CAME HERE FOR ONE REASON... TO FUCK AND KEEP CUMMING! NOT TO ASK BUT TO GIVE! NOT TO WANT BUT TO SIN! TO DROP MY LOADS INTO EVERY FEMALE'S MOUT UNTIL THEY BECAME SICK OF IT! BUT THROUGH ALL MY DAYS OF PLOWING AND PILLAGING YOU KNOW WHAT MADE THIS FREAK OF NATURE SICK!"

Hunter turns around to find the floating avatar of the former Warrior. No longer the ultimate version of the typical combatant, the insane and nonsensical former Hellwig brings Hell from Heaven as The Ghost of Wrestling's Past! Before Triple H can comprehend what is going on, the former Ultimate Warrior answers his own question...

"FUCKING COCK BLOCKS! THOSE JEALOUS PATHETIC SWINE DESERVE TO DIE A THOUSAND DEATHS BENEATH THE WRATH OF AGONY! HUNTER, YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I KNOW, THAT YOU'RE ONE OF THE BIGGEST COCK BLOCKS TO EVER GRACE THE SPORT OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!"

Taking immediate offense to the colorful commentary, Triple H offers a quick rebuttal.

"Have you seen who I'm fucking? I don't need to waste my time cock blocking anyone Warrior. Especially rejects who have no shot at the King of Kings."

"WELL LET'S JUST TAKE AN EXISTENTIAL VOYAGE TO THE PAST THEN, PAUL."

"Wha?"

Before Hunter can complete his statement, the duo are prorated into a private locker room containing a trio of former co-workers. As Triple H is frozen in shock as he sees through his hands and body, the focus shifts to the individuals in the locker room.

"Hey Kelly, we make such a good team! We really beat the shit out of those LayCool brats."

The words are communicated by a sweaty Tiffany, who contains her smile between deep breaths of exhaustion. It is a wonder that the New Orleans native doesn't have a year's supply of oxygen hidden behind her set of globes she calls a chest. Wearing a short white skirt and a cleavage and midriff baring royal blue top, Tiffany takes a seat on the lap of her unruffled boyfriend, Drew McIntyre.

"You're totally right, Tiff! Those bitches deserve every ass-kicking that we give them in the ring! What did you think of our match, Drew? You are the Chosen One!" The answer seeker is none other than the beautiful Kelly Kelly. Showing off her roots as an exhibitionist, Kelly's body is on full display in a skin tight pair of light blue booty shorts along with a matching top that most would consider little more than a push-up bra.

"Yeah babe, what did you think of our match?" exclaims Tiffany before pecking her boyfriend on the cheekbone with a kiss.

Remaining composed while put on the spot by both lovely ladies, Drew replies with a simple "You both looked great out there!"

Ever the inquisitive, Kelly rebuttals with "But who looked better? I know Tiffany is your fave, but we might be working together soon. You're going to have to enjoy staring at this body every night!"

Left for clamoring for words as Kelly Kelly begins to loosen her top, Drew tries to remain focuses on the task at hand. The aforementioned is easier said than done, as the competitive Tiffany tilts her body to straddle her boyfriend before following up her BFF's questions... "So babe, who looked hotter tonight?"

"You both are extremely beautiful, and any man would be lucky to be in your presence."

"Speaking of presents, I know Christmas is coming up, babe and I was asking Kelly what I should get you. You know what she said?"

Before Drew can take a wild guess, Kelly completely removes her top before saying...

"ME!"

Drew's eyes widen to the diameter of saucers as he takes a peek at the perky chest of Kelly Kelly as she draws closer to the pair with her pair. Drew's girlfriend Tiffany, soon follows suit by removing her top as well, unleashing the massive breasts hidden behind the strong fabric. Tiffany tosses her blouse as she pushes Drew's face into her completely exposed chest. McIntyre quickly extends his tongue, as he begins to taste the luscious D-cup real estate.

Not one to be left out of the party, Kelly Kelly joins the fray and tongues the unoccupied tit of Tiffany. The pair slobber over the New Orleans grown bazookas, taking brief breaks from sucking on Tiff's tits to exchange saliva with one another. As Drew and Kelly begin tongue wrestling, a cunning Tiffany licks her own lips before thinking of her other set of lips. The former Playboy cyber girl pushes down the connected heads of her bf and BFF until they realize her request.

Without hesitation, Drew lifts Tiffany off of his lap before seating her on the same locker room bench he was just occupying. Tiffany and Drew exchange gifts of saliva as the mischievous Kelly Kelly digs under Tiffany's skirt and claws at her thong. Not satisfied with merely clutching the thin material, the former ECW diva journeys the thong past Tiffany's legs, leaving her completely exposed under her skirt. Drew joins Kelly at a kneel before the two begin making out with the pair of lips in front of them...

"OH FUCK YEAH! EAT THAT FUCKING PUSSY!" is Tiffany's joyous response as her two friends begin munching on the area below her landing strip of pubic hair. Not satisfied with the fact she still has annoying clothes on, Tiffany undoes her skirt from the side and garners a better peek at the duo eating her out!

"Damn Tiffany, you're fucking soaked! Just tasting you is getting me wet!" Kelly takes a break from the action as she feels the pool of juice soaking into her shorts.

"Lose those fucking shorts, girl!" Tiffany testifies between moans and expletives as her boyfriend continues to go to town on her pussy with his tongue! Not one to ignore the advice of her best friend, Kelly Kelly undoes her belt before pulling her shorts down with a seductive touching of her toes. After getting completely naked, a giggling Kelly quickly points out a fun fact:

"How is it that your boyfriend still has clothes on, Tiff?"

Almost ashamed by the rhetorical question, Tiffany taps the shoulder of Drew before motioning him to stand up. "You want to see why they call him the 'Chosen One'?"

The beautiful bodies of the babes drop to a kneel, staring intently at the sole fabric still rubbing against skin. The wrestling trunks of Drew McIntyre. With each diva having a hand on each side, the two giggle and nod before pulling down the trunks of the Scot!

"And here I thought Paul Wight was The Big Show!" states Kelly Kelly. Before long, little commentary is necessary, as each blonde slithers their tongue across the entirety of Drew's dick before meeting at the head. The two takes turns inserting the big bagpipe into their mouths before making out with the head of Drew's penis acting as a referee.

Her jaw probably getting tired from all the effort necessary, Tiffany offers a plan:

"Enough sucking, let's get to FUCKING!"

The Blondtourage playfully pushes Drew onto his back, as Kelly Kelly looks to go for the pin. Her unorthodox pin attempt transitions into a squat as her pussy swallows the thick dick of Drew! Meanwhile, Tiffany bombards the face of her boyfriend with her heavy artillery! The big tits of Tiffany mask the face of Drew, who tongues the tits once more as Kelly Kelly enjoys her ride just a few inches away!

"Damn Tiff, why haven't you shared this dick with me before" I thought we were BFFs?"

Before the conversation can continue on as Kelly plump ass bounces up and down, the two spirits watching the action are jolted along with the trio as a banging is heard on the door to the locker room!

"DREW, ARE YOU IN THERE? IT'S ME, PAUL! I NEED TO MEET WITH YOU NOW! LAST MINUTE CHANGE TO THE SCHEDULE! I JUST BOOKED YOU IN A MATCH WITH KANE! I NEED YOU IN GORRILLA IN LESS THAN A MINUTE!"

Drew panics immediately and regretfully pushes his partners off of him before rushing to get his trunks on and the blood rushing to other parts of the body.

"I'll be out there in a second, Mr. H! Sorry ladies, I gotta get to my match! We have to finish this some other time!"

Drew rushes to get his boots on and out of the door, while Kelly and Tiffany sit naked and in disappointment.

"I was just getting warmed up! I really, really was enjoying that fuck! Fucking Triple H!"

Tiffany reaches over to her phone to check the time, instead noticing that she got a text message...

"Why are you two fucking with a future jobber to the stars? You two deserve better. Someone who main events. Someone who's a champion... Someone like me!"

Tiffany finishes reading the text aloud to her BFF, as the two shrug their head in disgust.

The Ghost of Wrestling's past swiftly comments to his fellow spirit...

"YOU WERE SAYING, HUNTER?"


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