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 wrestlers, promotions, people, places, etc depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own the WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.
Starring: Becky Lynch, The Miz (all WWE).
Dress Rehearsal
An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.
Written by DaxG2001 (daxg2001@yahoo.co.uk) & Kristi.
Codes: Cons, MF, oral.
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Only days before WWE WrestleMania in 2023, the large arena that is about to host Monday Night Raw is silent and at least for the main area empty. The staging, seats, crowd barriers and even announce table are in place along with the sports entertainment ring in the middle. But with a big difference from the usual squared circle.
A black carpet is across the canvas with a selection of movie set director's chairs set up. Along with some large movie theatre posters on stands at the corners of The Miz not even promoting anything, but just posed shots of himself grinning and pointing at the audience.
"No, I'm telling you, I need the suits to all be double-pressed! No creases whatsoever!" The Miz said, speaking into his cellphone as he stands in the middle of the ring so even alone, his voice echos slightly in the silence. "If I am going to be the best host that WrestleMania has ever had, and I will be, I need to look like the Hollywood A-Lister that I am! Perfect from head to toe and if I'm not?? Heads will roll, you understand me??" He snaps down the phone as he listens. "Good... And make sure the cufflinks are to the highest standards too! No expense spared! And I'm sure that worthless dolt Adam Pearce will be happy for the WWE to cover it as expenses! It's the least they can do to make sure I make WrestleMania actually worth watching!"
As The Miz is shouting orders into his phone toward some measly assistant, he turns to face the entrance ramp and spots the incredibly late, and seemingly uncaring that she is way past the scheduled time, "The Man" Becky Lynch, casually strolling down the entrance ramp with her natural air of confidence and swagger surrounding her. Becky sports obnoxiously bright yellow pants and a matching jacket, with a black undershirt that rests just below her chest and shows off her nicely flat and toned stomach. In addition to wearing equally obnoxiously large designer sunglasses with bright yellow framing.
"Finally!" Miz yells, seeing Lynch waltzing down the ramp. "No, not you! I mean... Never mind! Just get it done!" Miz snaps, rudely ending the phone call and stuffing his cell into a pocket. "About damn time!" The Miz says. Dressed in an expensive-looking suit complete with shoes and tie. "I gave you a specific starting time so that we could get this dress rehearsal done in plenty of time! Do you have any idea how many thousands of dollars are being wasted by renting out this entire empty around just for us?! Only for to show up late??" Miz yells from the ring, watching Becky and her over-the-top attire that's making him wince from the bright yellow.
"Yeah… Yeah… Yeah..." Becky Lynch responds as she approaches the ring, with her lips pressed together. "Don't get ya lil' girly panties in a twist..." Becky adds as she casually walks over to the ring steps "I'm here for ya lil' stupid dress rehearsal..." Becky says as she marches up the ring steps before stepping onto the ring apron and proceeds to enter the ring, removing her designer sunglasses in the process.
"Well, since I'm going to be a respectable, classy host for WrestleMania I'll allow this to slide." Miz claims, sounding like he's doing Lynch a favour. "I'd say that I'll chalk it off to you being fashionably late, but..." Miz looks over at Becky's super bright attire but shakes his head, stopping himself. "Never mind. Look, Becky, at the very least you've shown yourself to be a professional to take part in all this. Especially since you're actually around each show, unlike Lita and Trish." He says with a hint of rudeness towards the Hall of Famers. "And with WrestleMania just coming up, I'm sure we can both agree we need something like this to go off without a hitch. For both of our reputations."
"The Man already has a solid reputation..." Becky Lynch responds and moves to sit down on one of the director's chairs, while moving to swing her legs up and put her black booted feet up onto the director's chairs next to her, turning and not looking at The Miz, "Alright... Let's get this over with..." Becky says and raises her left hand, motions for The Miz to speak "Ask away with ya stupid lil' questions..."
"Excellent!" The Miz smiles before clearing his throat, picking up the microphone off his chair that has the upside-down WWE logo on it to make it look like the M for Miz TV. Matching the one on the spare chair next to The Man.
"Welcome everyone to the most must-see talk show in all of WWE!" The Miz went right into his usual speech, pretending a live audience is watching and cameras are rolling. "Welcome to!!!" The Miz pauses, much to Becky's disgust, as he waits for the non-existent crowd to chant back. "Miz TV! And my guest tonight has almost done it all here in the WWE! A multi-time Champion! Former Royal Rumble winner! One-half of the current Women's Tag Team Champions! And at WrestleMania, she will lead her team of two Hall of Famers to take on the most dominant trio of females in WWE history in Damage CTRL! Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for THE MAN! BECKY LYNCH!!" He grins, motioning to Becky despite the fact she's already in the ring and seated.
Becky Lynch rolls her eyes and turns to look ahead at the non-existent audience in front of her, raising her right hand and giving a mocking wave, not bothering to reach for the microphone placed on the empty director's chairs next to her, where her feet happen to be resting upon.
"Thank you, thank you!" Miz raises his hand to get the 'audience' to be silent. "Now then Becky, let's get to it..." The Miz says, turning as he sits down in his chair opposite Becky. Briefly looking disgusted by Lynch's obnoxiously coloured, over-the-top boots she had on and up on a chair. "Lynch, I'll be blunt. How does it honestly feel knowing that you couldn't fend off Damage CTRL all on your own?" He says smugly and with a smile to match. "All this talk about you taking on Bayley and her friends on your own, taking her on three-on-one, in a Cage Match and all that? And you couldn't get the job done! You couldn't beat them on your own, so you had to go get two Hall of Famers out of the retirement home to act as your backup!" He says, and clearly, this edition of Miz TV wasn't going to be any interview designed to favourable showcase Lynch, Lita or Stratus.
Becky silently turns her head and looks at The Miz, with her lips pursed together and narrows her eyes slightly. Becky opens her mouth to speak without the use of the microphone, however, The Miz stops her with a raised hand of his own and motions toward the microphone on the empty director's chair. "Really?" Becky asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Really." Miz says into his microphone which isn't even on just like Lynch's. "Really?" Becky repeats. "Really!" Miz repeats, pointing rudely to the other mic. "Really??" Lynch says with an annoyed tone. "Really!" Miz repeats, now getting annoyed. "Really??" Becky glares with narrowed eyes. "Really!!" Miz repeats with a raised tone as the two are just going back and forth.
"Really?!" "Really!!" "Really??" "Really!!" "Reeeeally??" Lynch raises her eyebrow again using a deliberately annoying tone to match her outfit. "REALLY!!" Miz snaps, set off by the confidence and attitude of Big Time Becks. "Just use the damn mic, Becky! This is supposed to be a dress rehearsal! We're professionals, damn it!" Miz demands before clearing his throat, trying to compose himself.
Becky sighs and rolls her eyes, which is likely the hundredth time in the short period that she and The Miz have been together. "Whatever..." Becky says, clearly annoyed as she reluctantly reaches to the empty director's chair and picks up the microphone, "There the fuck ya go!" Becky says into the unpowered microphone, "Happy?!" Becky snaps as she turns and removes her feet from the adjacent director's chair and for the first time fully looks at The Miz.
"Language aside, yes I am! Thank you!" Miz sighs, sitting back a bit. "Thank you for finally being a professional! Now, where was I..." He cleared his throat again, sitting up. "Now then, Becky!" He spoke with his usual arrogant tone again, pretending this is a live segment on Raw. "Becky Lynch, you are heading into WrestleMania teaming with one woman who staggered her way through a tag team match a few weeks ago, carried by you to just sneak your way to becoming Tag Team Champions..." Miz again rudely insults Lynch's allies who aren't even here to defend themselves. "That was like her first match in a year. And your other partner hasn't completed in even longer! So how the Hell do you think you and those so-called Hall of Famers stand any kind of chance against a dominating trio like Damage CTRL?"
Becky Lynch cocks her head slightly at The Miz and presses her lips together, and opens her mouth to speak without the use of the microphone in her hand, however, immediately is halted by The Miz and motions for her to use the non-working microphone. Becky sighs and raises the microphone toward her mouth "Yeah… Alright… The Man can admit it… I was outnumbered by Bayley and her lil' cronies... So The Man reached out to two certified Hall of Famers, Lita and Trish Stratus… Who The Man idolizes...two Hall of Famers that blazed the trail for the Women's Revolution of today… And I am confident that together The Man and the Hall of Famers can put a fuckin' end to Damage CTRL!" Becky responds confidently, while she switches from speaking between first and third person.
"Or... You had to resort to raiding through a retirement home to find two people desperate for the spotlight." Miz dismisses Lynch's confident remarks. "Because you don't have any friends any more! And the ones who used to have either hate your guts or just left the WWE to slum it Japan now!" Miz says, referring to other members of the Four Horsewomen of the WWE or at least the three still in the company. "And while you managed to get one over on Bayley with the surprise of Trish a few weeks ago, you're not going to have that same trick this time. I mean, come on, Becky! What happened to The Man? Huh?" He questions, leaning forward a bit. "The badass who didn't give a damn! Didn't need anyone or any help from anyone! And now? Now you're being dragged down by two relics from The Attitude Era? That doesn't sound like Becks is Big Time any more to me!"
Becky's eyes narrow with clear annoyance and anger toward The Miz's line of questioning and comments "Ya wanna talk about what happened to someone?" Becky replies with a chuckle before she turns more toward The Miz and leans forward as well "Ya wanna talk about The Man? How about we talk about ya... Former Champ… In the main event of WrestleMania with fuckin' John Cena a couple of years ago… To..." Becky pauses and looks shocked in a mocking manner toward The Miz "Well, hey… Wait a minute… Where the fuck is ya spot on WrestleMania this year? "
"First of all, watch your language!" Miz says, annoyed by the insults along with her cocky tone. "This is a PG show! Not one of your drunken pub crawls!" He mocks, even though none of this is being filmed. "And I happened to win that WrestleMania match against John Cena who is now jerking the curtain against Austin Theory this year! And I hope Austin kicks that horrible actor's ass!" Miz rants. "Furthermore! I am the HOST of WrestleMania which is by far the single most important role of the whole event!" He claims arrogantly. "From Kim Kardashian to The Rock to Alexa Bliss, and now finally to a real Superstar in the most must-see Superstar in all the WWE - The Miz!" He says, avoiding answering Becky's question altogether.
Becky tilts her head back and laughs "Ya really think..." Becky begins to say before she realizes that she is not speaking into the non-working microphone, pausing and innocently mockingly raising her hands "Oops… Sorry… Don't need ya to get ya lil' girly panties in a twist again..." Becky now says into the microphone. "...Now where was I? Ah, yes.… Ya mean to The Man that ya think that y'all are on the same level as The Rock?"
"The same?? The same level??" Miz has an appalled look on his handsome, A-List face. "I am on a level above The Rock!" He wildly claims and even with her huge sunglasses on, Becky's body reactions show how she feels about that statement. "Better than The Rock, than Cena! Than Batista! Than all those other fake actors trying to act like they're Hollywood when I'm the Superstar! I'm the A-Lister! I'm the biggest star on the whole damn card! Bigger than anyone else!" He rants, falling for Lunch's insults and teasing.
"Whoa… There didn't mean to strike a nerve..." Becky says with an assumed smirk before she leans back in the director's chair "So we done yet?" Becky asks, before she presses her lips together "Or do ya got any more stupid questions for The Man?"
"Stupid?? You've got some nerve... You know what, fine! Here's a 'stupid' question..." The Miz is irritated as he sits up straight. "What's with this stupid outfit you've got on?" He bluntly asks, and it's not exactly much of an insult but still quite a question to ask. "You went from the badass black T-shirt and white text saying The Man to..." He motions at her. "This?? Looking like you skinned damn Big Bird and are wearing its skin!"
Becky calmly shrugs her "What can The Man say... It's fashion! And The Man sports it well, baby!" She replies coolly before she glances at The Miz's tailored shirt "Unlike… Some… People..." Lynch says, clearly indicating The Miz.
"How dare you..." Miz narrows his eyes. "This suit costs more than most of these idiots make in their entire lives!" He points out, so pissed at Becky's mockery that he's forgotten he's pointing at nothing since there's no crowd to direct comments at. "These shoes cost more than a VIP package to Raw! You wouldn't know fashion if it came up and slapped you in the face, Becky!" He claims, before sitting back a bit as he smirks. "Then again... We all know you're only still around here because one sloppy chick did just that to you and broke your face, right?" He mocks, bringing up an insult that's become familiar for Lynch's rivals to use against her.
Becky pauses for a moment and blankly stares at The Miz before removing the designer sunglasses from her face and locking her irritated eyes with The Miz "Ahhh… Yes… Ya want to bring that up, yeah?" Becky says a light frustrated laugh before she stands from the director's chair "How about The Man shows ya how that feels?!?"
"Oh, sounds like I've struck a nerve!" The Miz's talented, trash-talking mouth strikes again as he moves off his chair. "What's wrong, Becky? Oh, wait, I already know the answer! Seeing that tacky outfit of yours... Guess you earned the right to wear the pants in your relationship and got your husband's awful taste in clothes in return!" He mocks as the dress rehearsal has devolved into just insult-slinging between two of the best in the WWE today on the mic.
Becky steps up to The Miz and comes face to face with the brash and arrogant A-Lister, locking her fiery eyes with his taunting and smug eyes "Oh… Ya want to bring up spouse now, eh?" Becky says as she takes a step back from The Miz and turns her back to him, nodding her head for a moment "Alright… Alright... Since ya went ahead and opened the door, The Man is about to kick it the fuck down!" Becky says into the non-working microphone, before she turns back around to The Miz "Alright...say, Miz… The Man a question for ya…"
“Go ahead 'Big Time! Go for it!" Miz smirks cockily thinking he's gotten the stunning redhead all flustered when she's just fired up.
Becky presses her lips together and stares at The Miz again before raising the non-working microphone to her mouth, completely in the mindset of this being a real, intense promo in front of a live audience "Miz… How does it feel to know that the only reason ya got this hosting gig for WrestleMania was that ya wifey… Ol' sweet little Maryse went and blew Adam Pearce?"
Miz's jaw drops, having not expected that insult at all. "How... DARE... You!" The Miz says, glaring at Lynch. "I earned my place as the host because I am a multimedia, cross-platform, Reality TV star and A-List movie star! And furthermore! My wife is a damn saint! She would never resort to... To what you just claimed!" He claimed but isn't exactly denying it. "She gets plenty of action back at home from me! Thank you very much!" He says defensively.
Becky smirks and raises an eyebrow as she witnesses The Miz's anger at her comment "Really? Ol' Maryse gets enough at home?" Becky nods her head 'To be honest… The Man is surprised… I mean kudos to ya, man... It's a shock ya can even satisfy ol' Maryse with those tiny lil' balls ya got..." Becky says as she presses her lips together and stares directly at The Miz before glancing down at the crotch of his tailored slack, shrugging her shoulders.
"I DO NOT HAVE TINY BALLS!!" Miz yells, easily triggered by this regularly heard insult from other Superstars as he gets into Becky's calm, smirking face. "My balls are massive! Big! Huge! Planet sized! Biggest fucking balls on the whole Earth!!" He's so mad now he even curses. "NOT. TINY!!!"
Becky mockingly raises her hands, pleading innocence and takes a step back "Whoa… Whoa!! Watch the fuckin' language there, Miz! This is a family show!" Becky replies with a smirk "Alright… Alright… Whatever ya say… Ya don't have lil' balls..." Becky replies and lowers her head a bit, with a nod. "The Man is sorry to… Ya know… Poke at a fresh wound!"
"It's not a wound! I don't have tiny balls!!" Miz insists as he's still yelling with his voice echoing around the empty arena. "I'm sick of this shit! My balls are massive! You know it, and everyone knows it!" He points out again at the non-existent crowd.
"Ya right… Ya right… Ya don't." Becky says with a nod of her head, seeming to agree with The Miz "Not at all, man! Nah… Not at all!" Becky says and laughs 'Nah… Ya just have lil' tiny, microscopic… Ya can barely see them, BALLS!" Becky says before she raises her right arm and pumps her fist into the air "C'mon everyone… Tiny Balls! Tiny Balls! Tiny Balls!" Becky chants and mimics like she is pumping up a live audience. Becky says before she pauses and looks at the empty arena "Ya see that Miz?" Becky asks as she points out to the empty arena "There ain't anyone FUCKIN' HERE!" Becky yells before she tosses the microphone down onto the carpeted wrestling mat. "The Man is done with this… I wish ya, and your tiny lil' balls a good day!"
"FUCK YOU!" Miz snaps as he tosses his microphone away as Becky smirks, but before she can turn to leave he grabs his belt. "You want proof, huh? HUH??" He rants, fumbling with the expensive belt before loosening it. Shoving his expensive suit pants down along with his boxers. "SEE?? THAT PROVES IT!!" He yells, exposing himself to the married MILF as he shows off that while his balls are far from tiny, he's also packing a long, thick, truly A-List cock to match his heavy-looking, rounded nuts.
Becky Lynch's eyes widen for a moment as The Miz exposes himself in front of her. Becky silently lifts her eyes from The Miz's impressive balls and cock to look at him and locks her eyes with him. Becky quietly steps forward to The Miz "Ya seem pretty pissed off there, Miz..."
"Yeah, I'm fucking pissed!!" Miz grunts, stepping out of his pants and kicking them aside. "Having to fucking drop my damn pants in front of a married woman to prove I've not got tiny balls!!" He yells, despite being happily married himself as Lynch confidently steps forward. "Which I don't! See!!"
Becky nods her head and presses her lips together "Yeah... Y'all are right… The Man was clearly wrong. Ya don't have tiny balls!" Becky genuinely admits before glancing back down at The Miz's cock and quite a large ballsack. "Ya know… Mike… I can call ya Mike, right?" Becky asks and continues without giving him a chance to respond "Ya are pissed off… I'm pissed off." Becky admits and shrugs her shoulders "Why don't we solve this the only way the Irish know how to resolve being pissed off?"
Miz pauses, seeing the look she's giving him. "...Usually, I wouldn't consider such an offer, being a respectable Superstar and a married man and father..." He claimed, but before Becky can mock him again he's already slipping off the jacket of his suit. "But for once? Maybe we'll see how the Irish solve being pissed off for once..." He accepts as he tosses his jacket aside, leaving it caught over one of the set's chairs. "But I doubt you could even handle what I can bring anyway!"
Becky smirks as she removes her bright yellow jacket and tosses her jacket on top of The Miz's jacket. "Hah! I hope ya can handle The Man..." Becky replies as she moves to sink onto her knees in front of the Most Must-See WWE Superstar.
"I seriously doubt that..." The Miz says, as while pissed off his body is already reacting as his fat cock starts to harden at the idea of getting a piece of the stunning red-headed Irish MILF.
Becky raises an eyebrow as she looks up at The Miz, placing her right hand around his shaft and beginning to guide her hand along his rapidly hardening cock. "I'm sure ya good ol' wifey Maryse can't take a fuckin' like The Man can..." Becky says as she works her hand steadily along his shaft.
"Oh please! My stunning, gorgeous, talented wife Maryse... Mmmmm!" The Miz groaned as Becky squeezed his cock after all the compliments to another woman. "She handles it like she's a porn star! I'd be surprised... Ahhhh... If you can last five minutes..." He boasts as his dick hardens in her grasp.
"Wanna make a bet?!" Becky challenges as she leans her orange-haired head down and slaps her tongue against the head of The Miz's cock before guiding him into her talented and sassy mouth, wrapping her lips loosely around his shaft and begins to bob her head as she starts to suck on the A-Lister's cock.
"Mmmmm..." Miz moans as he feels the multi-time Women's Champion slurping on his thick length. Showing quickly she's no stranger to either sucking dick or handling big shafts as she handles his vast size... "A bet? Ahhhhh... On what? How soon you'll be choking on me?" He groans, still pissed off even as he moans thanks to the firm way she's blowing him.
"Mmmmm… Mmmmm..." Becky Lynch moans around his cock as she lustfully glares up at The Miz as she rocks her head back and forth on his cock, while working her left hand against his balls, rubbing his nicely large and swollen sack.
"Ahhhh! See? Mmmmm... Getting a feel of... Ahhhhh... Those huge, massive, big balls of mine!" He notes, groaning as Becky double-teams him to suck off his long A-List cock while her hands grope at his heavy nuts.
Becky smoothly bobs her head along The Miz's shaft, resting her right hand at the base of his cock as she greedily sucks and slurps away, her saliva lightly dripping and coating a thin layer of wetness
Despite the five minutes easily passing, neither of them is just letting the lust control them as they exchange glares even with Becky getting deeper along his cock. "Mmmm! Call that dick sucking??" Miz reaches down, grabbing a handful of her flaming hair. "Maybe I should show you what my wife can actually handle??" He said and his firm tone made it sound like a threat rather than any offer.
Becky places both of her hands on The Miz's waist as she loosens her lips around his shaft and starts to rapidly bob her head along The Miz's A-List cock, taking him repeatedly deep into her mouth at times without even gagging once.
"Mmmmm! Fuck!!" Before The Miz can even try and thrust, Lynch is gobbling down his thick rod like she's more of a porn star than a WWE Superstar. Making her saliva drip down his prick as she slurps away and isn't fazed by his firm handful of her gorgeous hair.
"Mmmmm… Mmmm… Gahhhh... Gahhhh… Ohhhh!!" Becky manages to lustfully moan out from around The Miz's thick shaft as she works her head with impressive speed, sucking away on him. Her saliva heavily drips down and coats his cock, as he feels Becky's tongue lashing against his shaft.
"Mmmmm! Fuck! Fucking bitch!" Miz grunts, as his hips thrust forward and he sends the fat crown of his rod into the back of her wet and talented mouth. Keeping the handful of her hair while she still bobs along his pumping shaft as they two stare daggers at one another for this in-ring hate fuck. Her slurps and his groans echo around the empty arena as the deep, rough blowjob continues.
"Mmmmmmm… Mmmmmmm… Gahhhh! Gahhhh!" Becky moans and starts to gag as the thick head of The Miz's cock smacks against the back of her mouth. Saliva escapes from around the sides of Becky's mouth and drips down onto his large ballsack.
The handsome, two-time Grand Slam Champion groans as he stiffly fucks the beauty once known as Becky Two Belts to use her mouth like it's her snatch. Driving her full with his thickness while the saliva drools off her chin. Leaving splats across her bright yellow top to make her rounded MILF tits stand out as the saliva coats his prick.
"Mmmmmm… Mmmm... Mmmmm… Gahhhh!!" Becky moans from The Miz's cock as she holds her mouth open wide for A-Lister to pump his cock into her mouth. Becky, with her hands on his waist, presses her fingernails into his skin as she briskly bobs her head forward against his thrusting cock.
"Mmmmm! Fuck! How'd you like that, huh? HUH??" He yells with a glare, even as he moans. Becky's stunning face slides along his fat and Awesome cock as she returns the stare. Making him hiss from her nails along his skin as both are daring the other to go all out and show they can handle the sort of action they don't think this newfound rival can deliver.
"Mmmmmmmm… Mmmmm!" Becky moans, her saliva slobbering all over his cock and dripping from the sides of her mouth and dripping down her chin and to his large ballsack. Becky impressively takes The Miz's cock deep into her mouth with the head repeatedly smacking against the back of her hot Irish mouth.
Another grip of the hair as Miz pulls Lynch in towards thrust. This time making her features rest against his muscular body as the stunning Irishwoman takes every thick inch of that American dick. Her gags bounce off his dick as they both show their filthy talents. Lynch handles the deep-throating to stretch her throat like a porn star. While he lasts deep in that hot wet passage far longer than any normal could do with a beauty this smoking hot.
"Mmmmmm! Gahhhh!" Becky Lynch noticeably gags and coughs around The Miz's cock. Her nose pressed against his cock as she fully holds him deep inside of her mouth. Becky removes her fingernails from pressing against The Miz and instead starts smacking her hands against the sides of his waist as a protest to let her off of his cock.
"Mmmmm! FUCK..." Miz groans, lifting Lynch slowly as she smacks his hunky body. The saliva spills out from her mouth as she travels back. A thick trail of spit hangs from his bell-end to her lips when she's pulled off as they both take a moment to recover from that wild dose of oral.
Becky coughs violently and breaths for air as her left hand raises to her throat. "God damn it!" Becky yells out as she remains down on her knees, looking up at The Miz "Ya tryin' to fuckin' kill me?!?" Becky snaps at the A-Lister.
"I thought you were Big Time Becks! The Man! Able to fucking take anything!" Miz shouted back and not saying sorry for that rough oral as he starts to loosen his tie.
Becky raises an eyebrow as she scoots back on her knees away from The Miz "Oh ya want Big Time Becks, huh?" Becky says as she moves to stand up "Is that what ya want, Miz?!" Becky says, offended by The Miz's comments.
"What I want?? You can't handle what I want!" Miz tosses his tie away into the ropes and makes a couple of buttons burst from his shirt and hauls it apart to show off his muscular body. "If you can't handle giving me a damn blowjob? You're gonna be cumming in seconds trying to take my dick!"
Becky presses her lips together, her black top noticeably dampened from the saliva that dripped down. "Alright… Alright..." Becky says, nodding her head "Ya want The Man to show ya what she can do?!" Becky fires back as she starts to approach The Miz.
"Yes! Yes, I want it!" Miz yells, and certainly from his cock being rock hard and shining with her spit his body wants some more acting from the stunning redhead. "You think you can outfuck my wife?? I'll make you wish I was the guy who knocked you up! Instead of that laughing weirdo you married!" He dared to insult her man again even as they'd both insulted their other half since this all began.
Becky narrows her eyes "Ya know... Miz... I bet ya slutty lil' wife is too much of a chicken shit to do this!" Becky says before she places her hands on The Miz's arms before she spins him around so that his back is now facing her. Becky firmly pushes The Miz forward and the A-Lister stumbles forward before colliding with one of his large printed posters, with the palm of his hand landing and puncturing through his smiling face.
"Owwww! Hey! HEY!!" Miz yells as comically, his hand seems to be stuck now through the poster as he grunts, trying to pull it out. But Becky behind him is keeping him pressed so he's bent over against that poster. Having to use a hand to keep himself and the expensive (but now ruined) portrait up as his legs are spread for balance. "This cost thousands of dollars!!" He complains as he fruitlessly tugs his arm to try and get free.
"Ya… Ya… Send me the bill!" Becky sarcastically replies before she drops down onto her knees behind The Miz, level with his toned and tanned, smooth ass. Becky reaches forward and places her hands onto his toned cheeks, spreading them apart, to expose his tight asshole. Becky presses her lips together before spitting saliva onto his asshole and leaning her head forward, starts to lap her tongue around his asshole to spread her saliva on the surface.
"Ahhhhhh..." Miz's body tenses from the spit, but soon relaxes when her skilled tongue starts to work over his tight asshole. "I will! I will send you... Mmmm! A damn bill!" He groans as he takes a rimjob from the stunning female Superstar as her licking makes him quickly forget about trying to free himself from this position.
"Yeah… Ya make sure ya do that..." Becky replies, lifting her head momentarily away from The Miz's toned ass before she brings her head back to his ass. Using her tongue, the resilient and rebellious Big Time Becks starts to slide her talented tongue from the top of his ass crack, working her back down the smooth and clean middle of his ass crack, before guiding her tongue back to his asshole.
"Mmmmm! Fuck..." Miz moans, like he isn't used to getting his nicely toned backside eaten out by a woman as his body stays bent over a bit so she can keep her face pressed up into him. His cock is still rock hard as her spit still drips from that pole and starts to be applied onto his asshole thanks to her eager tongue.
Becky lifts her head once again to spit more saliva onto his asshole before she brings her head back to his ass and starts to flick her tongue against the entrance of his tight asshole. Becky places her left hand up onto the lower back of The Miz and moves to place her right hand between his legs, placing the palm of her hand against his taint, smoothly rubbing her hand across that area.
"Hey! Hey! Watch those hands!" The Miz groans as Becky shows her mouth is not just good for destroying opponents with trash talk, or even for sucking dick like a porn star. Double teaming the handsome, arrogant Superstar with tongue worship to his butt and her fingers expertly working over that sensitive part just before his far-from-tiny balls. "Ahhhh! I'm an A-Lister, remember! Mmmmm! My whole body is insured!" He claims, despite making a living just like she does of putting his body on the line every week.
Becky closes her eyes as she starts to dart her tongue in and out of The Miz's tight asshole, circling the tip of her tongue around his asshole with each couple of tongue thrusts. Becky works her right hand blindly to The Miz's large ballsack, her finger brushing and gliding over his sack before she reaches his shaft is now mostly dried of her saliva. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, The Man begins to work her hand blindly against The Miz's shaft, keeping him nice and hard.
"Oh fuck! Mmmmm..." Miz moans out as now he's being pleasured front and back. Her tongue still dining with a hungry for a man she isn't even married to, while now jerking his long, Awesome cock as she displays some Big Time technique of a more sinful variety. All as The Miz groaned and took it, showing he was no slouch to handle such fantastic pleasure and not blow a load when worked over by her soft tongue and smooth palm. "That's not... Mmmmm... What I meant by... Ahhhhh fuck!! Watch your hands... Mmmmm!"
"Mmmmmm… Mmmmmm!!" Becky moans into The Miz's ass as she flicks her tongue against the entrance of his asshole before she resumes darting her tongue teasingly in and out of his asshole. Becky, meanwhile, keeps her right hand roaming along The Miz's cock, working her hand up the long shaft to the head of his cock, before guiding her hand back down the shaft and to his balls.
"Shit! Fuck!" Miz groans, tensing up as her hand caresses his heavy, rounded and far-from-tiny balls, he out of reflex finally pulls his hand out free from the poster, leaving a bigger hole than he'd punched through it. "Damn it!" He grunts but it's not clear if it's because of how great the rimming is or causing more damage to his property as Becky laps away to leave her saliva slowly dripping down his ass crack.
Becky removes her right hand from against The Miz's ballsack and pulls her hand back from between his legs, delivering a few final slaps of her tongue to The Miz's asshole before she lifts her head away and smirks "Bet ol' Maryse ain't ever done that..."
"O-Of course not! She's a respectable woman and mother!" Miz said defensively. Grunting as he tossed the ruined picture over the ropes and out of the ring to shatter some more on the floor below. "Not some sick, ass-eating freak like you!" Miz rudely said, despite how he'd been moaning from her tongue work. As well as impressive to still be heard even after that porno level of rimming.
Becky laughs "Coulda fooled me... Actin' all disgusted now and shit… Ya were lovin' and moanin' like a lil' slut..." Becky says as she scoots back on her knees and reaches for her black tank top, lifting the tank top up and over her head to expose her nicely rounded and perky tits.
"Says the woman undressing in front of a married man!" Miz tries to play innocent, turning around to see those great MILF tits. "You ruin my dress rehearsal, insult my wife and now damage my property! This is an outrage!!" The Miz whines as he moves and sits down on his director's chair of what's left of the Miz TV set.
Becky presses her lips together and moves to stand up from kneeling on the wrestling mat "Says the loser who shoved their fuckin' dick my throat..." Becky responds naturally, as she starts to push down her bright yellow pants, exposing her black panties, which momentarily sparks the interest of The Miz and briefly forgets the hostility between himself and The Man.
Miz takes a moment to watch Becky undressing. "Was the only way to shut you up for once..." He claimed with his cock invitingly sticking right up. "And this 'loser' is still not finished, by the way... Bet that's a lot more than your husband can claim if he was here…"
"Please… Ya must be foolin' yourself, Seth can last all fuckin' night! Bet ya and those tiny balls can't last 10 minutes!" Becky Lynch fires back as she lowers down her panties and exposes her gorgeous and desirable, smoothly shaved and hot MILF pussy, causing The Miz to once again become distracted from the back-and-forth insults between him and Lynch.
"Uh-huh..." Miz stares at that tight-looking snatch, despite his claims of happily being married himself. "Wait, what did you just say?" He blinks, seeing Lynch rudely toss her panties over to slap onto the other poster of him in the ring, making it fall over backwards from the strength of the toss.
Becky smirks as she starts to approach the director's chair that the arrogant hunk is sitting on. "Ya just agreed that those tiny balls ya got can only last 10 minutes..." Becky replies smugly, as she reaches The Miz and places her hands on the armrests of the director's chair, lifting herself up and onto his lap. Tucking her lower legs under her knees and positing her limbs on the sides of The Miz, Becky eases down onto his large cock and takes him nicely into her pussy.
"10 minutes?? Please! That's rookie numbers!" Miz says, before moaning as her tight pussy glides down smoothly on his rock-hard shaft. "Mmmmm! Maybe that's what you're used to back home... That's barely a warm-up for me!" The Miz claims, feeling that snug, wet Irish snatch wrapped around his thick American dick.
"Mmmmmm… Fuck… Do ya ever shut up?" Becky asks with a groan as she places her hands on his nicely muscular chest and begins to rock back on his cock, feeling his hands willingly placed on her waist and he begins to all too eagerly thrust up into her.
"Mmmmm! Could ask you... Ahhhhh! The same fucking thing!" Miz snaps back as their hate fuck continues as he grips her gorgeous waist and builds up a motion. Working that thick, A-Lister dick up into the tight pussy of Big Time Becks. Her long flaming hair starts to sway behind her as her rounded tits bounce as she works against his pumps to help get that dick deeper into her needy snatch.
"Ohhhhh… Ahhhh, please... Y'all flap those lips way more… Ahhhhh! Than The Man!" Becky Lynch moans and fires back in response as she rocks swiftly back and forth on his A-List, bouncing as he thrusts up into her.
"Ahhhhh... It's called... Mmmmm! Using your moneymaker, sweetheart! MMMM..." The Miz claimed, feeling Becky's nicely thick thighs smacking down into him as she firmly bounces in time with his stiff pumps. Making the chair they're on start to strain from their willingly and very lusty actions. Despite the repeated insults the two Superstars are levelling at one another.
"Mmmmm… Baby… Ahhhh!! The Man is the fuckin'… Ahhhh! Moneymaker!" Becky replies as she swiftly rocks forward on his cock, her perky tits and fiery hair swaying forward as she bounces against his thrusts to her snatch.
"Really?? Ahhhhh... Really?!" The Miz grits his teeth as her snatch drops right down, so when he thrusts up all of his big must-see dick is stuffing the tight pussy of Big Time Becks. Their bodies work perfectly against one another as expected from two of the very best on the mic in all of WWE. "Mmmmm! I'd keep the receipt if I were you, honey! Mmmmm!"
Becky grits her teeth and narrows her eyes as she rocks forward on The Miz before she removes her hands from The Miz's chest and places her right hand over The Miz's mouth to silence him and her left hand over the right hand for added measure. "Mmmmmm… Ya fuckin' can keep quiet!"
"Mmmmmpphhh! Mmmmm!! Hmmmmphhh!!" This just makes The Miz more outraged as both WWE Superstars glare with narrowed, furious eyes at one another. Their motions toward the other get more aggressive as the director's chair they're on creaks and wobbles. The Miz thrusts harder up into her wet pussy as he tries to shake free but she's using her strength to keep him silenced to muffle both his moans and the new string of insults directed at her.
"Ahhhhh… What's wrong?" Becky moans and asks with a smirk. "Ahhhh… At a loss… Mmmmm for words there, Mister Tiny Balls?" Becky asks between her moans and breathing, causing The Miz to aggressively slam his cock up into her snatch. Becky aggressively rocks back against The Miz, sharply grinding her pussy on his cock "Ahhhhh… Think ya big man now, huh?" Becky taunts as the aggressive back and forth of thrusts and rocks between herself and The Miz, causes the back of the director's chair to become loose, unknowingly to the two individuals engaged in the bitter back and forth.
Becky firmly rocks her body forward and pushes The Miz into the back of the director's chair resulting in a sudden crack and snapping sound as the back of the chair gives way. With one final push of Becky's body, she manages to send The Miz falling backwards out of the director's chair.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Becky yells out in surprise and removed her hands from The Miz's mouth as she topples over from the chair. The Miz being "the dashing gentleman" manages to turn while airborne which results in him falling on top of Becky Lynch, while she is now underneath and took the brunt of the fall and impact. "Ahhhhh fuck!" Becky groans out, arching her back in pain.
"That was close!" Miz whispers to himself in a cowardly way as he deliberately avoided falling to almost give Lynch a Spinebuster to slam her hard into the mat, even if not intentionally. "Hey! You broke my chair!!" Miz glares down, seeing he's on top and his cock still buried in her twat. "You're gonna pay for that!" He barks as he hooks Becky's smooth, nicely thick legs to make her hips be raised off the mat a little. Starting to firmly thrust into her love tunnel, making his muscular frame smack against hers as he pumps her balls deep as he moans again.
"Ya fuckin' bitch!" Becky spits out at The Miz as she grits her teeth and moves against his firm thrusts as he resumes pumping away into her. "Ya made The Man… Ahhhhh!! Take the hit… Ahhhh..." Becky moans as she bucks her hips to push back against his cock.
"Ahhhhh! I did not! Mmmmm! I'm an A-Lister! A movie star!" The former WWE Champion claims as he roughly thrusts into her wet slot, making her slide against the black mat that's covering the ring canvas for the Miz TV set. "Mmmmm! I'm not afraid to do my own stunts!" He claims, pumping away into the snatch of the former Women's Champion as they both loudly moan out.
"Ahhhh… Mmmmm!! Now I see… Why… Ahhhhh!! Ya wifey Maryse… Carries those tiny lil' balls in her purse..." Becky moans, gritting her teeth, as The Miz holds her legs and continues to slam away into her snatch.
"I! Do! NOT! MMMM! Have! TINY! BALLS!!" The insults easily trigger him as he slams down into her soaking, snug box. Making her tits bounce as her body jolts while she bucks up to work that MILF pussy against his stiff pumps. Leaving a stain of sweat on the black 'carpet' from off her stunning body as she shifts.
"Mmmmmm… It's OK… Ahhhh!! Nothin' to… Mmmm!! Be ashamed of..." Becky replies and laughs a bit as her gorgeous body jolts with the increasing force of his thrusts, his cock slamming deeply into her pussy.
"Not tiny! Not tiny!! NOT!! TINY!!" The Miz glares down as those indeed far-from small balls slap off Becky's smooth skin as he thrusts deep and hard into her tight pussy that's built as the rest of the talented beauty to be fucked. Taking it like a pro as they both exchange glares while groaning out from the hard-hitting nature of this hate fuck.
"Mmmmmm… Ahhhh sure… Whatever ya say, ya bitch!" Becky replies and lustfully glares up at The Miz as he firmly grips her gorgeous legs as he slams into her.
"Ahhhhh! You fucking talk too much!!" He uses her insult from earlier on against her and even copies her action. Releasing his grip on those legs to bring both hands down. Making her eyes widen in outrage as he dares to silence her with one hand over the other to cover Lynch's talented and confident mouth. All while still ramming into her snatch with a porn star pace as her juices coat his length and slowly drip down to further ruin the carpet of the talk show set.
"Mmmmmphhhhhh!" Becky moans in protest against the sweaty palm of The Miz's hand, keeping her quiet, as he continues to thrust away and control the majority of the pace. Becky, however, with her legs no longer in his grasp can lift her smooth, tanned and gorgeous legs to wrap around his waist and grinds herself against his thrusts
"Yeah! You like that?? Huh? HUH??" The Miz grunts as her legs willingly grip his hunky body like her lust is a lot stronger than the angry stare she's giving him would indicate. Working her pussy against his stiff, balls-deep motion as the two former WrestleMania Main Event winners roughly fuck. Her grip makes his thrusts quicken in reflex to keep her jolting as her tits bounce and her flaming hair is a sprawled mess around her jolting frame. "Fucking shut you up! What was that about ten minutes?? You fucking bitch!!"
Becky Lynch glares at The Miz as he roughly slams his cock into her body, causing her to jolt upon each thrust. As Becky glares intensely at The Miz, she manages to open her mouth and works part of his palm into her mouth before biting down on his inner hand.
"AHHHHHH FUCK!!" Miz howls in pain, trying to jolt back but Becky's legs around him mean that instead of pulling out, Miz ends up flopping backwards with Lynch now on top of him with the momentum making the ring canvas shake as one of the director's chairs topples over at the side. Oh, and Becky is snarling like a furious beast with her teeth still sunk into his hand as she grips his arm.
Becky releases the hold of her teeth on The Miz's hand, causing him to instantly recoil his hands from her mouth. "Ahhhhh… Don't ever... Fuckin' try to silence me!" Becky says with venom in her voice as she is now mounted on top of The Miz and begins to rock forward on his shaft.
"You started it!" The Miz says, and while technically true it still sounds like he's complaining. Clutching his hand that now has a clear, sinful bite mark on it. Both of them moan again as she starts bouncing on his fat cock with that soaking MILF pussy. And even now, The Miz is responding to thrust up and meeting her lusty motion as the two are still acting more like regular fuck buddies even with the daggers they're shooting one another.
"Mmmmmm… Mmmmm… Ohhhh fuck..." Becky moans as she places her hands down on The Miz's chest, moving her hands against his upper body as she rocks on his cock, bouncing upward each time he thrusts into her sweating-coated, hot rebellious body.
"Ahhhhh! Fuck!! MMMM! Shit!!" His hands are up, clutching her toned waist as he thrusts away to keep her soaking pussy stuffed full with his member. This heavy, rounded and nowhere near tiny balls of his smacking off her rounded, thick ass when their bodies meet as Miz grunts with a desirable shine of moisture across his hunky frame.
"Mmmmmm… Ahhhhh fuck… Mmmmmm!" Becky moans and lustfully grits her teeth as she slams down on his cock, her eyes lowered and locked with The Miz, aggressively rocking her body forward.
The Miz returns the glare, grunting as their bodies roughly meet but neither of them feels a sting of pain. The former two-time Grand Slam Champion and the beauty once known as Becky Two Belts going at it as their loud moans echo around the empty arena. With broken chairs and set pieces around the ring and floor to go with the stains of sweat they're leaving on the carpet underneath them.
"Mmmmmmm… Ohhhhh… Ohhhhh!!" Becky moans as she presses her fingernails lightly into the skin of his chest and rakes her fingernails on The Miz's chest as her sweat-covered body works over him, her pussy grinding down as she freely rocks back and forth.
"Mmmmm! Fuck! Ahhhhh..." The Miz responds to her lusty scratching that makes him groan underneath her. His hands gripping her thick Irish ass, delivering a firm strike that while making her rock on his American dick doesn't make her skip a beat from riding him. Another sharp spank for good measure while he works his long, fat and Awesome cock up deep and hard into her soaking twat.
"Mmmmm… Ahhhhh… Mmmm!! Damn... This is some good… Mmmmm… Dick..." Becky Lynch lustfully admits, which is far different from there series of insults she had been swinging toward the A-Lister, as she grinds down sharply on The Miz's. Feeling her pussy tightening around his shaft.
"MMMMM! Damn... Uhhhhh! Fine... MMMMM! Pussy too! Fuck!!" The Most Must-See Superstar moans as he lays in his sweat. Matching the bounces of The Man like they're in a bit of sync after all the insults before now. His cock is starting to throb inside that soaking wet, tight MILF pussy that's as built to be fucked as the rest of her. But still thrusting away despite both of them being married and him being buried into her bareback.
"Mmmmmm… Ohhhhh… Ahhhhh… Fuck!" Becky moans and grits her teeth as she throws her sweat-damp-haired head back and presses her fingernails into The Miz's chest her pussy grabs hold of The Miz's A-List cock and she begins to cum hard on his cock. "Ahhhhhhh fuckin' hell!"
"FUCK! FUCK!! MMMMM!!" The Miz grunts as her snatch lustfully squeezes his dick. His hands gripping her ass cheeks as he slams into her pussy and starts to unload. Filling her Big Time snatch up with a truly Awesome load as her walls get caked by thick, hot spunk. And they both make sure his dick is milked dry as he keeps pumping up, fucking her through that intense orgasm while her snatch keeps the grip to drain him.
Becky bites down on her bottom lip as she feels his warm load flooding her snatch as she gradually comes to a stop on top of The Miz. Becky pauses for a brief moment before she moves and lifts herself off of him, dropping down onto the carpeted wrestling mat beside him. Staring directly up into the arena lights above, the sweat-soaked Big Time Becks, pants heavily for a moment before she turns her head to glance over at The Miz "Fuck..." Becky says, out of breath.
The chest of The Miz heaves as he stares up as well for a moment. Hearing her voice made him look over as the two had been hate fucking seemed to be sharing a moment of sorts of lustful respect. "Yeah... Fuck..." He agrees, locking eyes with her. "So... Uhhhh... His head slumps back to recover. "I won't tell your other half if you don't tell mine?" He offers as he sucks in air.
Becky presses her lips together and nods her head "Yeah..." Becky says before she sits up and looks around "Where the fuck are my pants?"
"Your pants? You mean these ugly yellow things?" The Miz says, sitting up and reaching over, getting her pants off the canvas. "Never mind them! Where are my boxers? And my pants!!" He says, tossing Becky her clothing as he starts to get up.
Becky narrows her eyes as she stands up from the carpeted mat and starts to slide her pants on. "Over there..." Becky says with a motion of her head toward the announce table, where the pair of Miz's boxers lay. "And...fuck off...The Man's fashion is top-notch... Much better than those ya fuckin' tacky suits y'all got."
"Excuse me! This is a personalised, finely tailored suit! Hollywood's finest!" The Miz scoffs as the bitterness has returned with post-orgasm clarity. He sighs, moving across the ring. "And my set! I don't have the time to order new posters for tomorrow!" He complains, rolling out of the ring to get his underwear.
"Yeah… Yeah… Yeah, so what… Ya crappy lil' set got ruined..." Becky replies sarcastically as she feels vibrating within her bright yellow pants. Becky reaches into her pocket and pulls out her smartphone.
As The Miz grumbles and puts on his boxers before heading to grab his clothing around the ring, Becky's eyes widen when she sees the caller ID and photo of a widely grinning Seth Rollins. The Miz hears the familiar ringtone of Rollins' theme music as he waves his hands, making a motion for Becky to not answer or at least be quiet about what they've been up to.
Becky presses her lips together and looks at The Miz locking her eyes with him, a serious expression on her face. Becky takes a breath before she presses the button to connect the call and raises the phone. "Yo, what's up?" Becky calmly says into the phone.
"Ha ha ha ha ha!! Becky Becky Becky!!" Seth's cocky voice is heard down the line while Miz looks like he's sweating again as he stares from the apron. "How's my beautiful Big Time wife doing, huh?" The grin is clear in his tone. "You done with that dofus, loser WrestleMania host The Miz yet and his stupid dress whatever it is or what??" He says, clueless that The Miz is there and can hear him. "I'm outside the area waiting for ya, Becks! Ready to tear up the town before I burn it down tomorrow night on Monday... Night! Rollins!!"
"Yeah… Just… Uhhhh finished up..." Becky says as she glances over at The Miz once again "Wasn't too bad... Able to put lil' Mikey in his place..." Becky says with a laugh.
The Miz grits his teeth, about to say something but when Becky holds out the phone towards him he wisely shuts up and cowers back to kneel on the apron.
"Ha! Damn right! Little Miz and his tiny, tiny balls! Am I right?? Hahahahaha!!" Seth cackles down the phone line. "Maybe next time, that idiot will make his show worth watching and invite you AND me on! Give him some real star power!" He mocks. "Whatever, Becks! I'll keep the booze on ice! Don't keep me waiting too long now! Hahahaha!!"
"Love ya back, Becky!" Seth replies, clueless that his wife has just been fucking another man (and someone married in his own right). Seth even makes a smooch sound down the phone as well before the call ends.
“Yeah… Say, Seth, I'll be out in just a bit..." Becky says and pauses for a moment "Love you."
"Love ya back, Becky!" Seth replies, clueless that his wife has just been fucking another man (and someone married in his own right). Seth even makes a smooch sound down the phone as well before the call ends.
"Little?? Little 'Mikey'??" The Miz yells, storming into the ring but tripping over one of the broken chairs to fall flat on his face. Grumbling as he grabs his shirt from off the mat. "Fuck it... I'll let that slide..." He says, sounding like he's admitting defeat as he puts the shirt on despite it now missing a few buttons. "Since I'm not exactly gonna be telling my other half about this either..." He says, giving Lynch a look to say without words that he was expecting her to just tell her man Seth about what happened.
Becky reaches for her black top and slides the top over her head and down to cover her chest "Listen, Miz... I'm gonna say somethin' and I swear if ya tell anybody... I'll cut those fuckin' tiny balls off!"
The Miz gulps, seeing her serious glare. "I'm listening..." He wisely agrees.
Becky surprises not only herself but The Miz as well when she says "Ya know... Ya ain't all that bad..." Becky says with a nod of her head "The Man actually had herself one hell of a time..."
"I, uh..." The Miz is taken aback, not expecting that remark from her. "Well... I mean, of course! I'm Awesome! I'm..." He was going to brag more but seeing her eyes narrow he cut himself. "You were damn good too! Great! Fantastic, even!" He flatters as he steps back. Grabbing his pants to haul them back on.
Becky nods her head "I know… Like ya would expect anything less from The Man!?" Becky replies before she nods her head "Ya know… Seth did make a good point..."
"He did?" Miz said, pausing as he was looping his belt. "...About what?" His tone makes it sound like he's again expecting another insult given that Seth cackled down the phone to his wife.
"If ya want MizTV to be Must See, then ya gotta have The Man and Seth 'Freakin' Rollins!" Becky says, but with a glint in her eye that shows that she’s got some other plans in mind for that kind of interview.
"...Hmmmm..." Miz thinks it over, stroking his chin. "That... That sounds... Awesome!!" He grins. "Think of the ratings! A WWE power couple! The Man and The Visionary! And after you two win at 'Mania, and I go down as the best host in 'Mania history? This will be the single biggest Miz TV ever!!" He raves with a bragging tone. “I’ll have my people call yours, and we’ll set up a date! And it will be… Awesome!”
“No… It’s gonna be Freakin’ Big Time!” Becky says with a smirk. A glance down at his covered crotch spells out what he’s got in store for the next time they meet and with her man involved too…
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