A TRIP TO RAW
Author: Closet Fetishist
Story Codes: nosex Fdom Msub ds flatu fart
"Dude, relax! I am sure it'll be starting soon."
"I know! I'm just so fucking excited. I get to
see Torrie Wilson in person!"
"I don't know if you can call 20 feet away 'in person'"
I got a sharp punch to the shoulder from Steve for
that comment.
"Don't belittle my fantasies!"
"I wasn't, I was just...oh...whatever!" I shrugged him
off and settled into my seat, camera in hand just in
time to hear John Cena's entrance music. I lowered my
camera. The crowd roared for the wannabe Marine. Steve
and I tried to start a bashing chant; got a few guys
in our general area to join in but ultimately, it went
nowhere. We were in Cena's home town for gosh sakes.
So for the first 20 minutes Raw was pretty boring as
Cena and Edge yelled at each other about how Edge
really deserved the WWE Championship. You'd think the
writers would begin to realize people were sick of
these stories that just drag on and on but they kept
shoveling them out. At some point I fell asleep and
was only awakened by the ever annoying Johnny Nitro's
theme but he did walk out with the hot Melina so it
was all good. As Melina entered the ring I saw
hundreds of camera flashes go off near the ring where
she was; no doubt guys trying to get a shot of her
panties as she slid sensually into the ring, her
underwear hiding just enough for cable TV. Then out
came our wrestler favorite, Carlito! I couldn't tell
you why I liked him...I really didn't know but Steve
liked him a lot and I guess it just rubbed off on me.
Unfortunately the title match between him and The
Intercontinental Champion Nitro was not that good;
ending in the WWE's classic, interference
disqualification, an ending they used way too often.
Apparently, Shelton Benjamin wanted his own shot at
the title and suddenly, as if he had been called,
Jonathan Coachman came out and arranged the whole
thing; a Triple Threat match on next Monday's Raw
performance. While I was disappointed at the fact that
this storyline would drag on further without any title
changing hands, I was excited to see such a match
because Nitro, Carlito, and Shelton were all very good
wrestlers. Then Raw continued with some of its lower
card wrestlers. Trevor Murdoch and Lance Cade came out
and jobbed to Degeneration-X members Triple H and
Shawn Michaels, Eugene and Hacksaw Jim Duggan teamed
up against Charlie Haas and Viscera...I'm not sure who
won and it really didn't matter anyways, and then
Chris Masters came out to issue a Master Lock
Challenge to anyone willing to try and break the
unbreakable Master Lock. A plant from the audience
agreed to try it and of course failed; no one could
break the Master Lock because it was impossible due to
the fact that a person could break it but it would be
seen as Masters having "let go" thereby leaving the
Master Lock unbroken. It's funny how wrestling has
kind of shallow thinking like that yet people, myself
included, just eat it up...the whole thing is, after
all, just a clever story with fake fighting but with
the occasional real accident here and there. I shook
my head of the thought; this was far too deep of
thinking to do at a wrestling match. It was apparently
right on time as I heard the lovely Trish Stratus'
theme song play. She was hot but not my favorite; I
liked the very poor wrestler Maria but what she didn't
have in wrestling ability she made up for in looks. To
be honest though, they all were pretty hot but I think
I liked Maria the best while Steve, of course, liked
Torrie. The only two I really didn't like were the
current Women's Title Champion Mickie James and
Victoria. Victoria was kind of hot though�she just a
little scary with her buff-ness. Mickie James just
didn't appeal to me at all. Lita has kind of been on
the edge (no pun intended wrestling fans) with me. She
was hot and the all black worked on her but she was
kind of scary in the same sense. By the time I had
finished my critique, the match was already well
underway. It was an Over-the-Top-Rope Battle Royal for
the number one contender spot against Mickie James for
the Women's Championship at Summer Slam. Mickie was on
commentary with J.R. and Jerry Lawler, watching the
match to see who her competition would be. Maria was
the first one out, unfortunately but that was pretty
much expected.
"I still love you Maria!" I shouted from the
stands...all that got me was like ten sets of eyes
staring at me, laughing. I fell back into my seat,
embarrassed.
Eventually, the match ended with Victoria throwing
out Torrie for the win and a shot at the Women's
Championship belt. And then that was it, Raw was
over...or at least...so I thought. Soon after the Divas
left the ring Jonathan Coachman came out with a
special announcement.
"Hey all you Raw fans! I've got a special contest for
all of you. One lucky fan will get to hang backstage
with the superstars of Raw all night long!"
"You hear that Rog?"
"I'm not deaf you know."
"I wonder who is gonna be the winner."
"No doubt some plant."
"Nah, I think this is a real contest."
"I'm not so sure."
"Shh...he's getting ready to announce the winner."
"And the lucky winner is...the fan in seat 12, row 4,
section F."
"Shit man! That's you!" Steven yelled. "Look at the
titantron!"
And there I was...on the giant screen!
"Oh my god! It is me!" I jumped up and exclaimed with
delight upon this realization. Soon, two security
guards came to my seat and escorted me backstage.
"Get me an autograph!" Steve yelled. I looked back
and nodded and then continued to walk on. Before I
entered the threshold, they took my camera saying that
I was not aloud to have it backstage. I was just fine
with this, I'd no doubt remember this day forever
without the photographic memories.
And then...within seconds...I was loose, backstage on
Raw. Down the hallway I saw Carlito talking to Nitro.
I walked over there and got an autograph from them
both and talked with them for a few minutes and then I
moved on to Edge who was surprisingly a very nice guy
despite his character. The night went on and I met
more and more Raw superstars, even Eugene. About two
hours later, I finally made it to the Divas' locker
room. I walked in without knocking and found the room
to be barren of Divas. I walked farther until I hit
the shower and saw 4 naked Raw Divas standing there,
showering. It was Maria, Torrie, Trish, and Candice. I
was extremely turned-on because not only were these
girls beautiful...they were naked! I decided a second to
late that it was time to stop looking at them. I
suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder; it quickly spun
me around and I was face to face with the more built
Diva, Victoria. She was fully clothed, looking like
she was getting ready to leave. She grabbed me by the
collar and held me in plain sight of the showering
Divas.
"Hey girls, I believe I've caught us a peeping tom."
The girls took one look at me, and all began to
smirk...evilly.
"Well, you girls know what we do to peeping toms,
right?" Trish asked.
The girls all replied yes.
"Good but, first, Vic�if you could please�"
"Say no more," Victoria replied.
Victoria immediately struck me with a heavy jab right
to the midsection and then a kick to the groin. While
I was doubled over in pain, I got a swift kick to the
head and with that, hit the ground. I reeled on the
floor in extreme pain. Another heavy kick to the side
of the head knocked me out.
I came out of it in pretty much the same position I
began in except I now felt my hands were tied behind
my back and my legs were also bound together. Looking
up I was met with the 4 beautiful faces of the WWE
Divas. I attempted to sit up but I was quickly pushed
back down by the foot of Maria. A fearful expression
ran across my face. I mean, this was a fantasy no
doubt but what were they going to do to me?
"Don't worry, we're not gonna hurt you," Torrie said.
"Well, that's a relief."
"But, you do need to be punished for looking at us as
we showered." Candice interjected.
I tried my best not to look pleased, "Oh, that's a
shame," I said in my best, disappointed voice.
The girls laughed to each other. "It's actually quite
funny to see you think we are kidding."
"Aren't you?" I asked, more serious.
"I'll let you decide." And with that Torrie grabbed
me by the throat and dragged me over to the wall. She
wore tight, short-shorts and only accentuates her
wonderful curves.
"You girls like it rough, huh?"
"Boy, you don't know the half of it," she said,
laughing. And then it was like heaven as I saw her
wonderful ass coming to greet my face with her
signature move, the Stink Face. I was in heaven as she
grinded her beautiful ass into my face and
then...PRRRRRPPPPPPPP! A fart! Torrie just farted on me,
while her ass was in my face. Was it a mistake?
"How's that one smell?" She asked, laughing. It
smelled awful to be honest but I didn't want to insult
this beautiful Diva. I decided saying nothing was
better. "Not talking eh? Well how about another then?"
Torrie leaned forward and blew another blast into my
face, BBBBBBBRRRRRRRPPPPPPPP! This was even worse than
the first. Why were they doing this? Was this their
torture plan? Gas me into a haze? If that was it�it
was working. I decided to breathe through my mouth.
"Ho ho! Trying to avoid the stink? I don't think so!"
Trish handed Torrie a roll of duct tape and she
quickly broke off a piece and put it over my mouth.
"Now then�where was I? Oh yeah."
BRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPTTTT! This was beginning to
become too much. The smell was horrid and I couldn't
stand it as Torrie just keep farting and grinding and
grinding and farting until I was just complete
exhausted and without much oxygen. One more giant
blast, PPPPPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSBBBBBBBB! I coughed
and gagged at the wretched stench emanating from
Torrie's perfect ass. A few seconds later, I was
released from the wall. I slide sideways against the
wall and laid there on the carpeted floor.
"I think I'll take my turn now, if no one minds."
Trish said, standing near me.
No one minded.
Trish lifted me to a kneel by my hair and shoved me
flat on the ground. She stood over my face and removed
her sexy, tight black pants and sat down on my face
with nothing more than her pink panties. She sat
backwards so she was able to look at me all the while.
"You know what I love better than sitting on a
perverted fan's face?" My eyes went wide and she
smiled. We both knew the answer already. "This!" Trish
farted a huge blast out of her small ass.
BRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPP! "Ahhhhh! Doesn't get much better
than that! What do you think?" She asked, looking at
me. The smell was awful and I quickly tried to squirm
out of my ropes and away from the ass but it was no
use. Even if I could get away, the other girls would
just grab me again. Before I could recover from the
last blast, she blew another one and one more right
after. "Oh man, so gassy today! Looks like you picked
the right day to sneak in here," she said as she
farted again. Each blow was more torturous than the
last. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! One
gigantic blow whooshed out of Trish's beautiful ass
and a few seconds of its horridness entering my
nostrils was too much and I passed out.
I woke up this time, oddly, in a standing position.
Just as my eyes focused I caught sight of Candice
Michelle, running toward me at full speed. I yelled
but I was too late to react. She somersaulted forward
and wrapped her legs around my shoulders. Then, she
forced her weight down, sending my flying forward in a
somersault with her going backwards under me. I hit
the ground with a hard smack and immediately following
that was Candice's ass in my face with her arms around
my legs. I imagine I looked something like a fold up
chair only with Candice's latex panted ass in my face.
"Let's see your ass squirm now!" She said to me,
tauntingly. And then, with a slight grunt she farted a
sizeable blow into my face. This position was already
quite painful, coupled with horrid farts made it 200
times worse and Candice's were simply awful. I was
quickly in a haze but this didn't deter her. She
farted, and farted, and farted, again and again until
my eyes began to water and nose could smell nothing
else but horrid gas. BRRRRRPPPPP! Another blow! I was
going down quickly! PPPPPPPRRRRRRRRR! Once more and I
thought I would be out like a light but right as the
darkness came Candice released me. Only one girl left,
Maria.
Maria walked up to me and pulled off the duct tape
with a loud rip.
"I want you to eat my farts."
"Maria...please...don't...I can't�take anymore of this," I
said, pleadingly as I panted.
"You know, I kind of feel sorry for you. You've been
through a lot..."
I smiled, believing she understood and was on my side.
"I'll feel sorrier for you after this!" She pointed
to her ass and patted it with her hands and then,
released herself and allowed herself to land ass first
on my face with a nice fart emerging just as she
landed. PRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP! "Ha ha! You couldn't get
WWE storywriters to be that perfect with an
attack...and that, little man, was only the beginning."
The smell from the first blow was awful but without
any warning Maria blew again with a BRRRRRPPPPPP!
"Oh, god, please stop!" I said.
"Come on boy! We are just getting started!" And she
farted again, this time in my open mouth and I could
almost taste the horrid gas it was so thick.
PPPPRRRRRRTTTTTTTTT! Without remorse, without
inhibition she farted again and again repeatedly and
horribly! It was more than I could stand, it was worse
than the other three girls combined and the sheer
volume was horrifying. Just as I began to pass out I
heard Maria say something.
"Hey, one of you call Shane. Tell him our contest
winner is ready." And she farted once more and I was
out.
I woke up for the third time in a stand position
again. A hand was grasping my collar but it felt
strong, stronger than any of the women. I turned to
see the hand's owner only to see my favorite Raw
"superstar," Shane McMahon.
"Hey, how ya doing?" He asked me.
"Alright I guess...I just had a wacky dream?"
"You mean like farting Raw Divas torturing you?"
"Yeah! That's it...uh...exactly. Is it true?"
"Nah, I just hear it a lot�weird dream I gotta tell
ya."
"No doubt, so what happened to me."
"You walked into a door as it opened; you were out
cold for 3 hours."
"Shit, really?"
"Yeah."
"So where are you taking me?"
"You need to meet with someone."
"Oh? Who might that be?"
"It's a surprise."
"Cool but,...why are you holding me by the collar?"
Before he answered I was greeted with a door that
said McMahon on it. I smiled and nodded to Shane and
he smiled in reply. Then we walked into the room
together.
"Hey, I got the contest winner here, so I'm just
gonna take off now...alright...?"
Shane exited the room and then I oddly heard the door
locking from the outside. I reached for the handle and
tried to push it but the door was locked.
"Uh...Mr. McMahon?"
No reply came from the chair which was turned away
from me.
"Hello? Vince...sir?"
Still nothing. I walked over toward the chair and
turned it towards me to see a big grinning Stephanie
McMahon sitting there. The sight scared me a little
but I recovered.
"Oh sorry, I assumed your dad was in here."
"Nope...just me...and now you," She said, oddly, smiling
some more. "I heard about your fall, here come over to
the couch and lie down."
I accepted the offer.
"So you don't remember anything that happened?"
"Not really, no...just this strange dream."
"Oh? Of what?"
"Nothing, it's dumb."
"No come on tell me."
"Nah, I don't even remember most of it anyways."
"Hmm...really? Does this jog you memory?" Stephanie
stuck her ass out and pushed just a little to produce
a rude sounding fart!
My jaw dropped, the look of fear returning to my
face. Stephanie smirked her in-ring smirk expect this
time it was for real.
"That's right! Your 'dream,' it was all real and so
is this!" She grunted and pushed out another fart. I
reeled up the couch but one I hit the wall there was
no where to go. I jumped off the couch and ran to the
door and banged on it for help but it would never
come. When I turned around to face my predator, she
was completely naked from the waist down.
"No, please...please don't!"
"I'm afraid I have no choice. You chose to be a
pervert and now you will pay!"
She walked closer toward me.
"No, please, I'm sorry! I'll never do it again."
"Oh don't worry; I'll be sure you never do it again."
She grabbed me and dragged me, fighting, back to the
couch. She held me on the couch as she rose up to
place her beautiful and perfect ass onto my face.
And then, all hell broke loose as Stephanie rained
fart and fart on my unwilling face. No fart I had
taken that day was as horrible as this! BRRRPPPPPP!
BLLLLAAAPPPPPP! More and more farts rained down!
PRRRRRRPPPP! BLOOOOOOOFFFF! Continuously they came.
And then�the sadistic princess of the WWE pushed my
stomach with all her might, forcing me to exhale, and
then blew a loud and horrid fart right as I began to
inhale! Mouth, nose, it didn't matter...it was nothing
but awful. I could not wait to pass out and 5 minutes
and nearly 20 gas passes later, I did.
And that was the end of it. I woke up the next
morning in the arena parking lot, smelling like the
torture that was dealt to me all night and I knew it
would never wash away. I was closer to the Divas'
asses than any guy could ever dream of but very few
would find the experience I had enjoyable. The only
thing I did get out of it was my autographs,
especially the one of Shane McMahon that I found
pinned to my chest that morning.