(Y/N) is currently one of the hottest free agents in the professional wrestling scene. You've gone all over the world, winning championships and just plainly dominating wherever you went. The fame and reputation you've gained were awesome at first, but it eventually got boring. So, for a real challenge, you've signed with the WWE.

Instead of going to NXT, where your career technically started, you're going straight up to the main roster, planning to make your debut on tonight's episode of SmackDown Live. Today, you join the WWE.

Upon entering the arena, you are amazed at how big and organized it is. Many of the independent companies you worked for were small and cluttered. It amazes you how WWE even uses all of these boxes of stuff.

Renee Young, a face you've seen many times on TV, pulls you aside to the interview area. You can't help but check out her fit body, admiring her curvy physique. Jon Moxley is one lucky man.

"Mind if we get a quick interview (Y/N)?" she asks politely. Well, you can't just tell the pretty lady no, can you?

"Sure," you reply, fluffing your jacket. You continue to just watch Renee as they spend the next few minutes setting up. Finally she comes and takes you by the hand.

The interview goes well, seeing as they ask you a lot of very simple questions. Mostly stuff about your plans for your time in the WWE. Before you know it, the crew is gone and you're alone with Renee.

"Thanks for the interview. I've heard a lot about you from Jon," Renee says. You grin, remembering some of the matches you've had with Jon Moxley. The man can certainly wrestle.

"Same. Fuck, Jon could never stop talking about you. He even mentioned you during a match once or twice... and has never beaten me, by the way."

"Yeah, and he said you love to brag as well. Something like 'the only thing he's better at than wrestling is yapping about how good he is'."

Your grin widens. That pretty much sums it up.

"Can't deny the facts. I can beat anyone without breaking a sweat, then make sure everyone in a mile radius knows about it," you say confidently. Renee looks at you, trying to read your face. She can't tell if you're bluffing or not.

"Okay then. Win your match tonight without breaking a sweat, and I'll owe you one."

"And if I sweat?"

"No blood, no foul, rookie."

Renee spins on her heel and walks off, and you stare at her ass as she goes. You'd like a piece of that, and it doesn't matter who she's married to.

It's going to be a while before you have to be ready for your match, so you decide to get situated in your locker room. Instead of a men's and a women's locker like you thought there would be, superstars are separated into locker groups. Yours consists of Liv Morgan, Ricochet, Finn Balor, and Alexa Bliss.

You already know the guys from your time in the indies, so you spend most of your time getting acquainted with the girls. They're both beautiful and funny, which is definitely going to make sharing a locker with them a lot more tolerable.

It isn't so much women themselves you've had issues with, it's the smells associated. The men's locker rooms always smells like Old Spice, man snacks (like granola or beef jerky, but the occasional chocolate too), and intense body odor. It's predictable. However, the women always want to do something different. They bring in all sorts of weird snacks and perfumes, which end up creating a metaphorical minefield of good and bad smells. One wrong sniff and they'll be hauling you off to the trainer to sleep for six hours.

Finally, after powering through lots of last minute nerves and sticks of beef jerky, you gear up and head to the gorilla. Your opponent for the night is Shelton Benjamin, and he's just about to go out into the ring. He nods respectfully towards you, then walks through the curtain when his theme comes on.

Your theme, which is (Y/Fav Song), comes on, and you burst through the curtain. The crowd roars in excitement as they watch you do your normal entrance routine. You take your time, soaking in the energy emitting from the WWE Universe.

When the bell rings, you immediately rush Shelton Benjamin. He doesn't have anywhere to go as you barrage him with a brutal combination of arm and leg strikes, and you finally get him with your finisher. The ref counts to three as you stare at the camera with a bored expression on your face. The match only took about two minutes, and you indeed did not break a sweat.

You head backstage, thanking all the people that congratulate you on your debut. After freshening up in your locker room, you head out to find Renee. Raw has gone off air, meaning all talent is free to leave whenever. You'd like to cash that favor Renee promised you.

After 10 long minutes of searching, you finally catch up to her at the exit to the arena. She looks confused as to why you're panting.

"You said you would owe me," you say, making Renee remember the bet (if you could call it that) she made with you earlier. It comes as no surprise that she's a little hesitant to respond.

"You look pretty sweaty to me," she notes in reply. It's hard to argue with that logic, but you didn't break your end of the deal. You didn't sweat during the match; only after.

"Yeah, I just fucking ran around looking for you."

"Fair. So what great favor do I owe (Y/N)?" Renee says it in a regal manner, and you both laugh.

"I want you to come home with me," you say casually, and she shrugs. You head back to your car, which is a custom (Y/Fav Car). Renee lets out a slow, impressed whistle.

"Nice car, no-sweat," she marvels, running her hand along the hood. It did take a long time to earn enough money to buy it, that's for sure. You take a few seconds to remember some of your biggest-paying matches ever. Those ones were some of your favorites.

"I only sweat when I have fun," you say mischievously, starting up the engine as you look over at her. Renee meets your gaze gives you an equally mischievous smile in return.

"I'll make you sweat," she says suggestively as you pull out of the lot. Your apartment isn't out that far, and it's in a pretty deserted area. No one really goes through there. That's okay with you though; it's time away from the crowds.

Suddenly, Renee reaches over and begins to fiddle with your jeans undoing the button and zipper. Next is your underwear. Your dick is now out in the open and you're becoming very distracted.

"Woah!" you say nervously as she takes your penis in her cold hand. You're so surprised that you almost swerve. Luckily, she doesn't seem to care. Renee softly kisses your cheek, then your neck while she strokes your hardening manhood.

"Just relax and keep your eyes on the road (Y/N)..." she says, leaning down towards your crotch. Renee puts her warm lips around your dick. Her tongue slowly circles around the tip of your cock, and it's, again, very distracting. It's not long until her head starts bobbing up and down on your shaft, and you have no choice but to pull over.

Once the car is parked on the side of the road, Renee kicks it into overdrive. She goes faster and faster, working farther down your cock. You won't last much longer like this, but you aren't really able to relay the message over the sounds of your own quiet moaning. This girl knows how to suck a cock...

Renee is deep throating you now, fondling your balls as she takes all of you in at once. The sensation of her bobbing up and down over your entire length is incredible. She gags every time your prick slides into her throat, and you're so close to finishing that it almost hurts to not cum.

"Fuck!" you groan, taking a fistful of her blonde hair and forcing her down to the base of your cock. You hold her head there despite her coughing and choking, and you blow your massive load right down her throat.

After pulling away and taking a minute to swallow all of your cum, she climbs into your lap and begins making out with you. The taste of yourself lingers on her tongue, but you don't really mind all that much; you're more focused on stripping off her clothes. You take her upper half off, and she does the same for you.

"Your tits are amazing, Renee," you say, caressing them as she strips the rest of the way down. So Renee Young is now sitting naked in your lap, in your car parked on the side of the road, straddling your dick. Before you can say or do anything more, she drops onto you and begins to ride your cock, moaning loudly when your cock almost immediately reaches the back of her vagina.

"You look lost, is this your first time doing it like this?" Renee asks, aware of your facial expressions. It's true; the only time you've ever fucked a girl in a car was in the backseat of your first car, but that's a story for another time. Also, another genre of disgusting fanfictions: Musicians.

"Maybe." You return your attention to her lovely breasts, and she closes her eyes as you kiss and fondle them.

"Mmm, that's good," she sighs dreamily, picking up speed as you give her chest the attention it deserves. As she does that you suck her nipples, alternating between each one with extreme conviction. Renee moans softly, encouraging you to grope every inch of her perfect tits.

"You... you... you enjoying this, (Y/N)?" Renee moans, speeding up once again. Her face is barely visible in the darkness, but you know that it's reddening by the second. So is yours, if you're being completely honest.

"Yes! My fucking God, yes..." you say excitedly, thrusting upwards as she rides you. Renee can't handle much more, for sure. Her walls tighten around you as her climax grows nearer, tempting you to cum again.

After a few more minutes, Renee moans very loudly and unleashes her load on your cock. She takes a bit of it and smears it across your cheek. She turns on the light in the car and smiles widely at her work.

"We should get back to my apartment, Renee," you sigh as she climbs back into her own seat. Renee nods, running a hand through her long, blonde hair. Apparently, she's also stunned that she just did that. Especially with a guy like you.

"We will be continuing there, right (Y/N)?"

"Oh hell yes."

You two dress yourselves as quick as you can, and the ride home begins. Renee keeps reaching over and kissing you while rubbing your covered dick, but it's not as distracting as before. Maybe it's because you know for sure what's going to happen once you reach your destination? As soon as you arrive at the apartment building and get parked, Renee climbs into your lap and makes out with you again.

Though it proves to be quite the challenge, you tote your bag up to your room whilst still holding and kissing Renee, and she doesn't make getting into bed any easier. Once you're both naked again, you fuck each other (surprising) until neither of you can go anymore. You fall asleep cuddling with Renee.

It takes a moment to remember the night before when you wake up. However, when you do, a smile lights up your face. You actually fucked Renee Young last night. You struggle as you put your underwear back on, because you're still sore from your many rounds with Renee.

The smile doesn't disappear when you walk into the kitchen to find her naked. She kisses you and hands you a bowl of cereal.

"Morning, love," she says, and you repeat the phrase back to her with uncertainty. You figured she would be gone, but then again... how would she have left? Renee disappear under the table as you began to devour your cereal.

Suddenly, a pair of hands wrap around the waist of your underwear and yank them down. Renee looks up at you, then at your stiff (morning wood, BAYBAY!) cock.

"This is my breakfast," she states matter-of-factly, then begins to suck you off under the table. Even though you try to finish your cereal without making a mess, Renee is too good. She goes so fast you accidentally spill it on your lap and on her.

"Fuck it," you say, picking her up and throwing her on the couch. You ram yourself into her pussy as hard as you can. Her gasps and moans are so fucking sexy. Once you've both had your orgasms, you let her up to go shower, and you head back to the kitchen to clean up the mess.