WWE: De-stressing

After a few weeks on the WWE main roster, you were certainly feeling the effects. You were sore from wrestling almost every night and were stressed from the constant travelling from show to show. Tonight, it was Raw and as you entered the empty locker room, you breathed a sigh of relief that you could sit in peace and quiet for at least a little while.

That didn’t last long though as Seth Rollins opened the door a few minutes later. “Hey man.” He said as he noticed you. “You alright? You look tired.”

“I am. I’ve barely slept, I’m sore, I’m stressed. I never realised how hard being on the main roster actually was. Don’t get me wrong I’m loving being here but it’s hard.”

“I know what you mean. You just need to de-stress.”

“Yep. I just don’t have the time to properly relax.”

“Well, when’s the last time you got laid?”

“Ha. God knows. Without a girlfriend you don't get a lot of action thanks to leaving places pretty much as soon as you get there.”

“Dude, you haven’t been laid since you got here?” He asked shocked.

“No. I’ve not had the chance.”

“How? Hasn’t anyone told you?”

“Told me what?”

“Dude. Everyone here pretty much just fucks each other.”

“What?”

“We all just have sex with each other. Well, most of us anyway. I haven’t since I started dating Becky but it’s, it’s like a mutual understanding between each other.”

You laugh. “You nearly had me for a second there. You want me to go ask someone for sex and get slapped. Mess with the new guy, I get it.”

“Man I’m serious. Look, I didn’t believe it either when I first got here but it’s true. It was Alicia Fox who told me.”

You looked at him with uncertainty. No way this was true. “So you’re telling me. If I go out there and ask someone for sex they’ll say yes?”

“Well, they might not say yes but you won’t get slapped and reported. It lets everyone unwind when we’re on the road for so long.”

“I don’t know.”

“Fine, you don’t have to believe me now but at some point someone will find and ask you.”

You put the conversation to the back of your mind for the rest of the night. He was messing with you, he had to be. There was no chance in hell that was true. Not that you would complain if it was.

Anyway, you had your match, watched the rest of the show and left for the hotel. After checking in, you hauled your luggage to your room and collapsed onto your bed.

Just as you were drifting off to sleep, you heard the door knock. With a heavy sigh, you stood and walked over to the door. Opening it to find...