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Hi!!! None of the people in this piece of fiction are mine, and therefore, I gain nothing from writting this. The WWE wrestlers are their own people, and their public persona belong to the WWE.

So, this piece of fiction came to me after an experience of mine. I'd like to say it was as flattering as the one in the story, but it really wasn't. Still, I think the idea of a secret admirer is very sweet.... when it is done correctly. It is a relatively short fic, with short chappies that could be made into one, but I felt like dividing each important interaction, and build the relationship up a little more. I hope you like it as much as I do. Enjoy!!!
"Yes! Oh, god!" Not my name, but I'll take it. "Oh, Mark... so Good.. keep going... please" an ass should never feel this good. Or a body should never look that hot, for that matter. His mouth hung opened as he cried out, ass clenching my cock to the point of insanity, but I kept on giving it my all, kept on the rythm. Hard, fast, deep. Just because this glorious creature asked me, because I'd do just about anything to keep those noises coming... and frankly, because damn! an ass should never feel this good!. It took a long time to get to this point, but we did, and even if I regret a few things, I don't think I'd change any of the things that led us to this moment, under the open sky, him on the hood of one of my cars, with me pounding away into his perfect ass over and over again...
April, 1998

It was just one more show. Albeit, a fantastic show from the crowd's reaction, but to me, just a show nonetheless. I did my usual post-show routine: viewed my promo, my match, made some mental notes, went through the next show's agenda with creative, then hit the showers. It is one of the advantages of being one of the top dogs in the federation, you get to have some perks, like a room for yourself, and the choice to just unwind on your own. I had just taken my shower, and was ready to leave to the hotel, pointedly avoiding party invitations from both Pauls, and avoiding the random fan that usually managed to get some of the other superstars attention when I saw something that called my attention: standing in a loose group were Vince McMahon and family, something rare on itself, the man wasn't used to bring his family to the shows, and an array of superstars I never thought I'd see at the same time: The Million Dollar Man, the American Dream Dusty Rhodes, Macho Man, Cowboy Bob Orton, Mick Foley and... Doink the Clown. Is that Ric Flair? Isn't he supposed to be in WCW?
Something must be going down here. That's all I could think of, and after that, I just thought whatever was happening, I wasn't invited and therefore, I wasn't needed. I had taken three steps towards the exit when Vince's voice reached me.
"Mark!" I turned, and was quickly envelopped by Mr. Dibiase himself. I had my first match with him as my agent, so we get along alright. "Its been a while, you've been doing awesome man!" he grins up at me. "Come on! We oldies planned this great get together, remember old times. you're not exactly old, but you're not exactly new."

I chuckled. Leave it to him to always tell it like it is.
"And also, just so you know, we brought what we hope to be the new breed, so they meet and get to know the business a bit. " It was then I noticed an array of youngsters behind the veterans, in various ages all of them. I didn't pay much mind to them. "We personally tried to convince them not to be wrestlers, but which kid listens to his parent?"
"Good point." I concede, speaking for the first time, smirking at the little twerps huddled up. One of them, Orton's kid I reckon, clearly in his teens, was leaning up against the wall, speaking to Stephanie McMahon and young Cody Rhodes somewhat boredly, while she was animatedly retelling how she had come up with an angle that was an attention grabber on the public. "Want me to scare them out of it?"
My answer was provided by Ric Flair himself, who was laughing heartedly. "We'd like you to try... and also, well... this IS your hometown. If anybody knows where to find good food and beers, it should be you" there's Ric for you: straight to the point.
It was a good night thought, we hit a place twenty minutes from home that has the best grilled meat on the planet, and just talked. Old and new, young and not so young, we just chatted it up until we were told it was closing time. I never got round to give my speech to the youngsters, but it was nice to hear their opinnions on certain things, get a feel of how their personalities are. I might be working with a few of them later on, and it is nice to see the future of the business would be in sensible, capable hands, if Stephanie is anything the way she sounds. By the end of the night, all veterans exchanged numbers, apparently the cell phone technology had reached them all, and bid each other good night. I was calmly driving home, thinking back on the night and glad I didn't turn the offer for dinner down when it happened:
My cell started ringing and, deciding I was safe from any cops while less than five minutes from home, even if it was an unknown number, I answered.
"Hello?"
"You're so amazing, you know that?" I had to slow the car down, and looked in the rearview mirrors, checking if maybe im being followed, or if this is a prank. What the fuck is this?
"Who is this?" I asked, more confused than angry. Confused, because I really wasn't expecting this, and because the voice was, obviously, very much a male.
"It doesn't really matter, Mark." Ok, seriously getting freaky... " I just wanted to let you know..." his voice, even though the content of his message was very sure, sounded very nervous, like he couldn't believe he was doing it himself.
"Know what?" I growled out, anger winning me over a little bit.
"That I find you amazing. Fascinating" And then, just like that, he ended the call.
Well, I'll be... some stranger just called me, on my cell phone, in the dead middle of the night, to call me fascinating. It would've been flattering, had it not been so... weird, and stalkish. Mind made up, I made it home, and decided that, should this happen again, I'd change my number first chance I get.
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