Ultimate World Wrestling Federation - Roman Reigns “I said ..

Ultimate World Wrestling Federation - Roman Reigns “I said No! I won’t wrestle for that new wrestling federation. I’m at the top of my career with the WWF. That Ultimate World Wrestling Federation is for has beens,” Roman Reigns yelled at his agent over his cellphone as walked toward his Uber car. Roman hung up and pulled on his mask as he got into the back seat of the car. He almost laughed as he saw the weird looking mask the driver was wearing. He knows COVID is serious and he always wore his mask in public, but the strange breathing apparatus the driver was wearing was a bit too much. As the driver started to drive to Roman’s destination, Roman noticed the man kept looking through his rear view mirror toward him. “I’m sorry, but are you,” the driver finally asked. Roman smiled through his face mask, “Yes, I am.” “Damn, Roman Reigns in my car. Who would have thought,” the driver gleefully responded. “You a fan,” Roman asked. “Yes, very much. Not much into pro wrestling but definitely a fan of your body,” the driver winked through the mirror. Roman smirked but thought the statement was weird. Suddenly the inside of the car started to fill with smoke. Roman panicked and tried to reach for the door handle but found the door locked and there were no buttons to unlock the door or roll down the window. “What the fuck,” Roman yelled in his deep voice. The driver's eyes were watching him through the mirror, as Roman struggled to breathe. His own cloth mask offered no protection from breathing in the gas. Roman’s eyes rolled back into his head and he fell sideways on to the seat beside him. “Night, night, Mr. Reigns,” the driver laughed. The driver pulled into a secluded parking lot and rolled down the windows to let the gas out of the car. Once the air was cleared, he took off his mask, got out of the car and got into the backseat with his prey. He lifted the out cold pro-wrestler’s head with his long black hair. He then ran his hands over Roman’s thick bulging arms. The biceps stretched the black tshirt’s short sleeves. The driver then lifted up the shirt to reveal Roman’s chisel abs. He pulled the shirt off over the star pro-wrestlers smooth torso. The driver couldn’t resist from tracing his hand over the tattoo that adored Roman’s right pectoral and muscular arm. “Man, you are so beautiful,” the driver whispered as he moved his hand down to the black leather pants. Roman could only grunt in his passed out state. The driver opened Roman Reigns pants and peeled them down the wrestler's thick thighs. He then smiled as he ran his hands over the large bulge in Roman’s small black briefs. “Yes, the audience is going to love you,” the driver pulled the leather pants over Roman’s heavy black boots. The driver then pulled Roman Reign from the back of the car, and tossed the muscular wrestler over his shoulders. He couldn’t resist running his hands over the muscular ass cheeks as he carried the out cold prize around the car. The driver opened the trunk and dropped Roman into it before closing the hood. “GENTLEMEN, WELCOME TO ULTIMATE WRESTLING FEDERATION. TONIGHT WE HAVE ONE OF THE GREATS OF PRO WRESTLING, A CHAMPION. ROMAN REIGNS .” There was loud applause and cheers as the spotlight shines on the center of the ring where Roman Reigns stood in his trademark gear of black vest, black leather pants. His torso was oiled and freshly shaved smooth. Roman was told before the show that if he wrestled and won he would be freed. He raised his muscular arms, showing off his perfect body. The audience cheered louder. “ROMAN REIGNS WILL BE WRESTLING OUR OWN WITCHDOCTOR.” The announcer’s voice blared over the speakers as the audience cheered louder. Roman thought it was a joke as the skinny, elderly man came dancing out on the stage and walked down the ramp toward the ring. The Witch Doctor was dressed like an African witch doctor, in a feathered headdress, collar of bones, and a fur loincloth. Roman towered over the puny old man before him The ref called both men to the center of the ring, “gentlemen, the rules of Ultimate Wrestling are simply. There are no rules. The winner takes all. Now let's fight.” Roman was surprised by what he heard. What does winner take all mean? Before he could ask or protest, he was slammed with a kick to his groin. “Ofgh,” the air was knocked out of Roman as he doubled over. The Witch doctor ran around the ring, dancing. Roman was taken off guard and he wasn’t going to let it happen again. However, he couldn’t keep up with the smaller man. He feels sluggish and every time he tries to deliver a blow the Witch Doctor moves and he misses. Finally Roman grabbed the Witch Doctor by the collar and lifted him up off his feet. The Witch Doctor merely laughed as his legs swung in the air. Roman looked oddly at the small man when suddenly the Witch Doctor blew a fine powder into his face. Roman dropped the small man and grabbed his face. As the powerful wrestler breathed in the powder, the Witch Doctor delivered a blow to his tight abs, causing Roman to drop over. The Witch Doctor grabbed Roman by his long black hair and dragged the bigger man around the ring to the cheers of the audience. Tears ran down Roman’s face, as he tried to think and fight, but his mind was so cloudy and he couldn’t focus. “Fuck him, Fuck him,” the audience began to chat. The Witch Doctor pulled Roman down on his knees in front of him, and lifted his loincloth. Roman’s eyes widened, he had never seen a cock that big before. He tried to pull away. He tried to protest that he wasn’t gay, but the Witch Doctor gripped his hair and pushed his cock into Roman’s mouth. The audience cheered louder. Roman gagged on the thick cock as it pounded the back of his throat. Tears ran down the masculine athlete’s face while he drool on the thick cock. The Witch Doctor seem to be encouraged by the audience and he fucked Roman mouth harder. Roman’s thick, hard muscles were useless as he found that he was unable to move them. The Witch Doctor pushed his long cock as far down Roman Reigns’ throat as he could and held a tight grip on the larger man’s head. Roman looked up at the old man as the Witch Doctor grunted loud. The audience was standing, cheering as the old man came deep into the pro-wrestler. Roman had little choice but to swallow what felt like a gallon of cum. Unable to breathe, Roman passed out. To roaring applause, the Witch Doctor pulled out Roman's mouth and dropped the pro-wrestler face down on the floor. Roman came to a breeze hitting his smooth muscular ass. While Roman was out, the Witch Doctor ripped the leather pants open, revealing Roman’s smooth, flawless ass. The audience was going wild in excitement. The witch doctor was slapping each plump ass cheek like drums. “Please, no,” Roman cried. A line of the Witch Doctor’s cum ran from Roman’s lips. “Good you up,” the Witch Doctor crackled as he mounted the pro-wrestler. The Witch Doctor climbed on top of Roman’s hard, muscular body and pushed his cock between the flawless ass cheeks, penetrating the champion pro wrestler’s ass. Roman could only grunted as he was ripped open and impaled. The Witch Doctor started to move in and out, hard and deep. As Roman’s ass was stretched and his prostate was rammed his pain faded and was replaced with pure pleasure. His groans and moans were loud and edged the cheering audience on. The Witch Doctor grabbed Roman’s head by his hair, lifting it up to show the audience the look of pleasure on Roman’s face. As he was being plowed deep, the muscular, alpha wrestler couldn’t keep himself from cumming. The cum was being fucked out of him to the delight of the spectators.