Dominance | By : ReenaRed Category: WWF/WWE > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2105 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not make any money from these writings. All characters belong to the WWE. |
Dominance Chapter 1 Disclaimer: All names and characters are property of WWE, which means Vince McMahon. I'm not making any profit from this work of fiction. If either Batista or Taker read it, they will probably have a heart attack, Vince will sue me for making him loose two of his hottest superstars, and I will be murdered by the hate of millions of fans around the world. Good thing Reena is not my real name. Rating: M – that means Mature, folks: violence, dark themes, some graphic sex (not too much though, and always justified. I don’t write porn for the sake of writing it), homosexuality, and even some incest! Don’t like, don’t read. There is nothing in this chapter to justify a M rating though. Just a brief mention of slash. Pairing: Batista/Undertaker Basically, I’m following their rivalry from the Royal Rumble 2007 until Taker got injured and left in May 2007. “The real world is faker than wresling.” My reign as World Heavyweight Champion would not stop at the Royal Rumble 2007. I knew it in my gut before the match even started. Mr Kennedy and his annoying mic skills put up a good fight though; I was almost surprised. But in the end I prevailed. That belt is my life. It represents everything I want: success, power, my undisputable domination over all others. I should know, I took it from the most egoistical, cruel and dominating individual I have ever known. Hunter still won't forgive me for my "betrayal". The Game had wanted me as a pet. Maybe in his own twisted mind, that was the equivalent of a show of affection. But Hunter had been too demanding, too controlling. Had he been stronger, I would have been able to accept it, perhaps. But he was not. I was the most powerful, and I needed to prove it. Hunter was crushed. Our relationship ended, damaged beyond repair. Had I loved Hunter? At some point, I probably had. He was shining like a sun when I first met him, and as a rookie, I was naturally drawn to him. I was overjoyed when he made me an Evolution member. I was proud when he chose to fuck me instead of Randy. I craved his smile after I won a match, a tap on the shoulder. I thought I would be happy to always be second to him. I supported him, helped him retain and regain the title. "His" title. I worshipped him. Everything then, everything had been about Hunter Hearst Helmsey. Then the illusion cracked. Randy left. Or was betrayed, whatever you choose. Triple H seemed to get weaker and weaker by the week. Or maybe I just got stronger. Our relationship had always been clear from the beginning: Hunter was in charge, for everything. But I was becoming too powerful. I couldn't take it anymore, to the point where the animal in me screamed for his blood. I took the belt from him. He couldn't accept it. I crushed him even further in a Steel Cage, left him bloodied and battered, almost unable to stand. He recognized my superiority, and we never talked again. Those days have been over for years now, and as Ric Flair would say, "I am the Man". I believe I am one of the most powerful wrestlers in the WWE, if not the most powerful. My next scheduled title defence would be at Wrestlemania 23, in roughly two months. Whoever wins the Royal Rumble tonight will possibly take a shot at my title to headline the Granddaddy of Them All. I am not worried, I know I will win. I am in the best shape of my life, and I fear no one. Physically, mentally, I may very well be the best right now. I will take any attempt to take my belt from me personally. That title is mine, and mine alone. ---- Only two were left in the ring. Wrestlemania. The Deadman and the Heart Break Kid eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other thought. Wrestlemania. They fought. Wrestlemania. Blood had already been spilt earlier that night. They bled even more. Wrestlemania. One of them was launched other the top rope, the other stood proud in the ring. Wrestlemania. In front of millions, they both acknowledged each other's strength, paying respect to a fellow warrior. Only for the sake of appearance. In the mind of the victor, only one thought resounded. WRESTLEMANIA. This was more of a prologue than anything, but it seemed important to me. The next chapter will be much, much longer. Please tell me what you think! Praise is always welcome, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and flames will be ignored or laughed at!
While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
All works displayed here, whether pictorial or literary, are the property of their owners and not Adult-FanFiction.org. Opinions stated in profiles of users may not reflect the opinions or views of Adult-FanFiction.org or any of its owners, agents, or related entities.
Website Domain ©2002-2017 by Apollo. PHP scripting, CSS style sheets, Database layout & Original artwork ©2005-2017 C. Kennington. Restructured Database & Forum skins ©2007-2017 J. Salva. Images, coding, and any other potentially liftable content may not be used without express written permission from their respective creator(s). Thank you for visiting!
Powered by Fiction Portal 2.0
Modifications © Manta2g, DemonGoddess
Site Owner - Apollo