Hello! And thank you for chosing to read my story. Sadly, I'm not sure if anyone is actually reading this series and I really want to know. So I'd like it that if you read this and like it, then you e-mail me and tell me your favorite WWE pairing and who you think would be hot in a match as well as what humiliating things you'd like to see happen in their match. Also, on another note, I have noticed something. I can't exactly do a Women's Championship without any women. And I'm not adding...those into here. (You guys got worried didn't you?). Instead, I'm going to be making two new Championships possibly. One of them is the Sissy Championship. This Championship will be the equivelent to the womens, except the sissy wrestlers will wrestle for it. Now, every now and then I will do a match that will have two people compete and the looser will go into the sissy rank for a certain amount of time. No worries for the people who aren't into sisification and the likes, I'll warn you in the tittle if it has sissification in it. For example, I might say 'wwe new rules sissy match 1'. I'd like a list of people who you guys would love to see be in that rank. Anyways, hope you guys also enjoy this chapter!
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John Cena vs The Miz
In the ring, the two opponents looked at each. Well, more like glared. One of them had a buzz cut with a little bit of blonde hair while the other had a full set of black hair. The one with the black hair was about one inch taller then the other with the buzz cut. He was taking off a shirt that said 'Awesome' on it, while the other was taking off a shirt that was advertising the marines.
"Now's your last time, Cena." The guy with the black hair said, a smirk on his face as he tossed his shirt aside showing off his fair skin while Cena's pale skin gleamed from the oil he had put on it before the match.
"I think not, Mikey." He said with a grin, knowing the other hated being called by his real name. "I think, I'll make you my bitch in this ring." John said with a smirk, the referee stepping inbetween the two and telling them to place their bets. "If the Miz looses to me, he has to wrestle his next match in nothing more then a diaper." John smirked at the horrified look on Miz's face, and chuckled as he saw Miz mouth 'bitch' to him.
"And if I win, John has to go to the Tribute to the Troops dressed in the most sissiest clothes we can find." Miz said, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he said that. Miz knew that John respected the army and anyone in the various branches, and he knew how humiliating it'd be for John to loose their respect because of something like that.
"This match will be a pin fall or submission match!" The Ref yelled, a grin on his face. It wasn't long after that, the bell rang.
However, before it began Miz was already throwing shots. John tried to bring his arms up to block them, but the Miz seemed to move his body in a way to get passed his defenses. John growled at this, not liking how bad the other guy was beating him at the beginning of the match. He groaned as he felt both of the Miz's boots connect with his face, since the other just preformed a drop kick. Almost as soon as he hit the mat, he felt Miz's hands grabbing onto his shoulders and pulling him up. Miz's grinning face was right in front of him, and John wanted nothing more then to wipe that ugly smug grin off his face.
"You might as well just give up now." Miz said as he grinned at John, doing a irish whip on Cena right into the corner.
"Where would the fun in that be?" John asked with a smirk as Miz came running at him, ducking under the clothesline that Miz was trying to do and grabbed the back of the Miz's shorts, yanking down. John heard the Miz yell out, hands quickly going to the shorts in hopes that he'd be able to stop them from being pulled all the way down. He wresled with John for a bit, before he suddenly flung his head at John's, head butting him and causing him to stumbled back.
The Miz didn't take a moment to stop, he quickly went over to him and slipped behind him, grabbing both arms and raising them above his head. He grinned as he said, "Get ready for my Skull-Crushing Finale, baby." He said, and he raised one leg and started to bring it down to sweep John's legs out from under him. John, however, showed great technical skills and wrapped both legs around the Miz's leg as it was going down, the momentum causing both of them to go tumbling down, John right on top of the Miz's back. The Miz's eyes widened as he felt the legs around his tighten, as both of John Cena's arms went and wrapped around his chin in a almost camel clutch.
"STFU, bitch!" John said, and Miz was in to much pain to give a reply. Miz squirmed, only to find that the friction between the mat and his crotch caused him to harden. Miz groaned, trying to take his mind off of that fact as John grinned behind him. "What's wrong? Is the bitch enjoying this?" He put more weight on top of the Miz, and the Miz groaned as his dick rubbed even more against the ring as John started to rub his own dick through his jeans and through the Miz's trunks covered ass.
He kept doing this as he heard Miz's breath getting faster, harder, and surprisingly higher. The man was letting out rather cute whimpers and whines at the friction between his dick and the mat. "Fuck...stop!" Miz yelled, trying to stop himself from orgasming in his trunks. However, it was soon shown to be to late. Miz let out a squeal, a rather unmanly squeal, as he came in his trunks, his legs tightening up as white stains appeared on the front of the trunks. At the same time, he started tapping. The audience laughed as the humiliated Miz was pulled up by John by his hair, the front of his black trunks now having spots of white in them. "You...you bastard..." He panted, although he was still in the orgasm high so it didn't really have much heat to it.
"Well, you'll hate me more after this." John said, pulling something out of his pocket. Looking closely, Miz was surprised to see that it was Rey Mysterio's mask. "He let me borrow this. Now stay there, I have to blow a wad." he said, unzipping his jeans and pulling down his underwear. The audience's arousal increased ten-fold as John grabbed onto his dick, and quickly started jerking. He continued until he blew a wad right into the mask, and finished it by pissing in it.
"He said, 'this is what I'll do at Summer Slam when you fight me for my tittle." John said with a grin, and put the mask on over Miz's face. He grinned as he put a pair of gloves on the Miz's hands, causing his hands to be to slicked to grab onto the mask and pull it off. He grinned wider as he imagined the smell of his piss and cum in Miz's nose, and secretly thanked Rey.
"Now, ref, are you going to declare me the winner?" John asked, turning to the ref. The ref grinned and nodded, quickly grabbing his mike and holding it out in front of him.
"The winner of tonight's match, John Cena!"
Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Please, feel free to e-mail me any compliments you have as well as any ideas! Thanks! Till next time,
Jayciefer.