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Beginner's Luck	By : DKB Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 2491 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Beginner's Luck
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Disclaimer: I don't make any money off of this story, and I don't have any association with the celebrities mentioned here, and any and all trademarks belong to World Wrestling Entertainment. This is my first fic from a long time ago, so don't be too hard on it.
It was already past midnight, and Stacy Keibler thought she was the only person left in the Pittsburgh Civic Centre. The RAW for that evening had long ended, but she was on her way back from the centre's gym, deciding to get a work-out to take her mind off of things. The night hadn't gone very smoothly, and their main event had nearly ended in disaster.
The previous week, they had started a story where she had been forced to become Edge's manager. This was to introduce a new wrestler, who Edge was set to go up against tonight. Before the show, they had quickly shot the footage of her and Larry (The new kid, who had just come onboard from the African Wrestling Federation) being extremely friendly backstage, and ending with her wishing him luck in the match tonight.
At one point in the match, the referee was supposed to go down and Edge would attempt to hit Larry with a chair. She would get hit instead, and Larry would go into a fit of rage and finish off Edge for a quick victory. Couldn't be simpler, right?
Unfortunately, it didn't go that well. The referee did go down, and as Edge went and grabbed Lillian's chair, she slid into the ring under the pretext of helping Larry up. But she began turning too early, and Edge's blow, which was only supposed to catch her in the back, was now headed straight for her face.
She might still be unconscious, if Larry hadn't been smart enough to realise what was about to happen and shoved her out of the way. But in doing so, he had manoeuvred himself into the path of the chair. He caught the full force of the swing, which in itself wouldn't have been a problem since he had taken his share of chair shots in the AWF. But the impact threw him backwards, causing him to crack the back of his head into the metal turnbuckle Edge had exposed during the match.
Now there was chaos. The referee was still down, not having gotten the signal that he had to get up again. Edge was confused, since the plan for the match had just gone down the tubes. Stacy was busy thinking how close she had come to having her head knocked off her shoulders. And Larry was bleeding, both from blow of the chair and from the back of his head where he had hit the turnbuckle.
Luckily, Edge was smart enough to realise he had to give Larry time to recover, and went over to the corner, ostensibly to prepare for a Spear. Stacy watched as Larry shook his head and lifted it slightly. When he saw Edge, he knew what was going to happen and gave an almost imperceptible nod. With his back to Edge, he pulled himself up using the ropes. He stumbled around and Edge came rushing at him, whereby he ducked and Edge hit the ropes. As he bounced off, Larry grabbed him and hoisted him onto his shoulders.
Larry planted Edge with his finishing move, the Double-L Bomb, and quickly covered him. Stacy had gotten the referee to realise what was happening, and he made the three-count. That night's show had gone off-air with her raising Larry's hand, as the two of them exited the ring together.
Afterwards, he had gone to the EMT's office to get patched up, and she hadn't seen him since. Stacy still wanted to thank him for his help, but didn't have the chance. She assumed he had gone back to the hotel, and so would just have to wait until she saw him again.
Her ears pricked up as she went past the men's locker room. The door was open, and she could hear a shower running inside. Maybe...Just maybe Larry was still here. She took a step inside and walked over to the open locker, knowing she'd be able to identify whose it was by looking at the contents. It was Larry's, alright.
Hanging inside were a pair of black jeans and a slightly worn looking T-shirt, a gym bag with his match wear in it, and a photo of herself and Larry taken two years ago with her signature across it. He had been seventeen back then, and his family was on holiday in the U.S. She still remembered the stocky teenager who had walked up shyly to ask her for her autograph, calling her "Miss Keibler".
He was handsome in a nondescript way, with a mop of unruly dark brown hair, piercing dark blue eyes and a muscled body. When she offered to take a photo with him and sign that, she thought his smile would split his face in two. When she had signed it, he thanked her and told her he'd be seeing her in a few years. Who knew he'd be right?
Larry felt the last of the aches from his match vanish as the steam from his shower rose around him. He still couldn't believe he had just had his first match a couple of hours ago, and that it had gone down so well with the fans. Their cheering at the end had nearly been deafening. And working with Stacy, his favourite Diva, just made it all the more satisfying.
He got out some fifteen minutes later, feeling relaxed and fresh. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he walked into the locker room, but stopped dead when he saw who was waiting for him.
"Hey there, hero." Stacy said and gave him the flirty smile he had seen on TV so many times. She was dressed in a grey tank-top and a pair of gym shorts that showcased the nicest legs he had ever seen on a person. Sweat accentuated her breasts, showing she wasn't wearing a bra. The shorts were like a second skin, hugging her buttocks tightly. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a hasty ponytail.
"Uhh, hiya, Stacy. What are you doing here so late?"
"I was just working out. When I heard the shower, I thought it might be you still hanging around." Stacy stood up, clasped her hands behind her back and walked up to him, until they were almost chest-to-chest. Larry had to use all of his self-control to keep his dick from escaping the confines of his towel. Unfortunately, being in the room with one of the hottest woman in the world didn't make this an easy task.
"I just wanted to thank you for tonight. You saved my ass out there."
"It was nothing. Besides, your ass is so cute, I just had to save it." He hoped that last sentence wasn't too much. Luckily, Stacy didn't seem offended and giggled.
"Thanks. I hope you won’t mind if I thank you now..."
Larry's breath was taken away as Stacy leaned forwards and kissed him full on the lips. By this time, his willpower was already straining hard and now it just plain burnt out. Aware of the fact that his hard-on was poking Stacy in the stomach, he just let it go, instead just enjoying the feeling of Stacy exploring his mouth.
Stacy felt his hardness against her belly, and looked down. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of his penis sticking out from the towel. It was eight inches, easy. An idea crept into her mind. It had been a while since she had done anybody, and this kid looked more than able, and willingness definitely didn't seem like a problem. So, she kept kissing him as her hands slid down his chest and discarded the towel.
Nearly falling over in surprise, Larry felt Stacy's small hands curl around his shaft and gently began stroking it. He decided to throw caution to the wind and slipped his right hand between her legs.
Now it was Stacy who nearly collapsed as he began lightly rubbing her clit, his other hand squeezing a firm buttock. With some impatience, she pulled Larry over to the wooden bench and pushed him onto his back. Stacy straddled his hips and pulled off her top, giving Larry a full view of her small breasts with perky, hardened nipples.
Larry bent forward and took one in his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue over the hardened nub. Stacy began rubbing her pussy against his dick, and he could feel how hot it was through the thin material.
"Take those shorts off right now." He growled, lifting his head.
"Yes, sir..." Stacy replied seductively and got off him. She faced away from him and took off her shorts, bending forward as she did it, so Larry got a good look at her amazing ass clad in white panties. Then she did the same with them, throwing both items in the corner of the locker room. His eyes were drawn immediately to her ass, and when she turned around, her clean-shaven pussy.
Stacy noted his expression and smiled. "Do you like?"
"Yes...Except for one thing."
Stacy frowned. "What?"
"Your hair, I've always liked it loose."
"Like this?" Stacy pulled the band from her hair and shook her head so her blonde hair fell softly around her face. Larry felt his heart speeding up until he thought it was near exploding. He wanted this woman, and he wanted her now.
She walked over and mounted him again, this time positioning her pussy right above his dick. She lowered herself onto him, taking an inch at a time. When she had him completely inside her, she closed her eyes and sighed, just enjoying the feelings emanating from her crotch for a second.
Larry groaned softly as her pussy shuddered around him, as it became accustomed to his size. He looked up at Stacy and saw the look of bliss on her face that must have been evident on his own as well. Finally, she placed her hands on his chest and lifted herself halfway off his dick, before dropping back. Both of them moaned as their hips slammed together again, and Stacy began steadily pumping her hips, increasing her speed as they went along. With his hands around her waist, he began urging her onwards, forcing her down even harder on him.
"Unh, god this feels so good!" Stacy said, panting slightly. As they both began nearing orgasm, Larry shifted his left hand to where her pussy met his cock and began stroking her clit. Stacy hesitated momentarily, as this new feeling assaulted her already over-stimulated body, before she began riding him even harder.
"Ahh-aaah...!" Larry began his own upward thrusting to meet Stacy's plunges, each one eliciting a low moan from her. He was only a few seconds away from cumming when Stacy dropped down one final time and was silent for a moment, before her next moan grew louder in volume. She arched her back and threw her head back as she came.
Larry watched Stacy's body shaking as he felt the warmth of her juices flow past his dick and splash onto his own hips. But he was still impatient that she had stopped, and wanted to come himself.
Barely recovering from her first orgasm, Stacy felt Larry take her roughly by the sides and rolled the two of them over, so he was now on top. He withdrew halfway, before slamming back into her. She moaned, and lifted her long legs onto Larry's shoulders so he could go as deep as he could.
Increasing the speed of his thrusts, Larry felt the familiar pressure building in his dick and knew he was close. And, even though she had cum less than a minute ago, Stacy felt her body beginning to grow hot again.
"Stacy...I'm going to cum." Larry decided he'd better make sure what Stacy wanted him to do.
"Please, cum inside me..." Hearing those words almost made him blow his load right there. At first he thought he'd heard wrong but as he looked into Stacy's eyes, which were shining with passion, he knew that she had said it.
"Ooohh, Larry!" Larry suddenly felt her pussy convulsing around his cock, and he looked down when she moaned his name. Her eyes were shut in ecstasy as her entire body spasmed beneath him. The tightening of her pussy to an almost vice-like level was too much for him to take. He gave her one or two more deep thrusts, before driving his dick in completely and holding it there.
Still cumming herself, Stacy felt Larry's cock twitch inside her pussy, a split-second before she felt the sticky warmth of his cum splashing into her. She kissed him deeply, even as more of his seed flowed into her pussy. Stacy wrapped her legs around his waist, holding their bodies close as their orgasms came to a close. Her pussy trembled one last time as his dick pumped a final, weaker blast of cum into her. They lay there for a while, just making out as he softened inside her.
Finally breaking the kiss, Stacy saw Larry looking at her with a big smile on his face. "And what's so funny, lover-boy?" She teasingly asked him as they sat up.
"Nothing...I was just thinking about how many wrestling fans' fantasy I just fulfilled." He was happy to just stare at Stacy, until a voice from the door kicked him out of his reverie.
"Why am I not surprised, Stace?" Larry tumbled off the bench with a yell and made a grab for his towel. Standing in the doorway was Torrie Wilson. She was looking at the two of them with a knowing smile.
"Torrie, what are you doing here?" Stacy asked, surprised but not exactly bothering to cover up.
"Have you seen the time?" Torrie nodded at the clock on the wall, which showed it was twenty past one in the morning. "When you didn't show up around twelve I went out to see if anyone knew where you were. One of the roadies mentioned he saw you going to the gym, but you weren't there. Then, I heard some interesting noises coming from this locker room."
Stacy smiled impishly. "Were we that loud?"
"Uh-huh." Torrie replied and looked at Larry, who was red with embarrassment. "Judging from what I heard, I guess he wasn’t bad."
"Oh, he was more than 'Not bad'." Larry had heard enough, and grabbed his clothes from his locker and headed into the shower area. Stacy watched him go and shook her head. "I think you scared him, Torrie."
"Poor kid, I don’t think he enjoyed us discussing his performance. Are you coming back to the hotel?"
"Sure, I'll meet you outside. I've still got some goodbyes to say."
"Got it. Just try not to make it too long of a goodbye, okay?" Torrie gave Stacy a mischievous smile and left. Stacy grabbed her own clothes and quickly threw them on, before walking into the shower area herself. She found Larry fastening his sneakers, and he was still red around the ears from her and Torrie's comments.
When he saw her, he stood up and gave her a slightly embarrassed smile. "I'm sorry for running out like that."
"I don't know why. I didn't say anything bad about you in there."
"It was just kind of embarrassing, being talked about like that...Gah, I haven't changed at all. I'm still the kid who called you 'Miss Keibler' two years ago."
With a smile, Stacy placed her arms around his neck. "You say that like it's a bad thing. Ever think that's what attracted me to you in the first place?”
“Huh?” Not the most brilliant of answers, but her comment had caught him off-guard.
“I’ll put it this way,” Stacy kissed him again, but it was different from the hungry, passionate kisses they had exchanged before. This one was soft, with only the smallest parting of her lips. When she broke the kiss, she continued, “I don’t want this to be a once-off, Larry. I’m hoping we’ll see more of each other, I really do. Now, I need to go get some rest, since you tired me out so badly.” With a smile and a wink, Stacy was gone.
Larry just stood there for a second or two, his brain still catching up with what she had just told him. When it did finally compute, the biggest shit-eating grin he had ever felt appeared on his face. He had just been asked out by Stacy Keibler! He quickly punched himself on the right shoulder, the pain making him realise it wasn’t a dream. The same grin on his face, he bolted out the centre, yelling “Hell Yeah!”.
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