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Two Wrestlers, One Dressing Room
by J.S. (with help from J.S.)

This story is meant to be entirely fictional and is not intended to reflect upon
the sexual orientations of the people involved in this story. Stone Cold Steve
Austin is a trademark of Titan Sports, Inc. All other names remain the property
of Titan Sports, Inc.

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Pat Patterson was in charge that night of assigning the wrestlers locker
rooms/dressing areas. Ken Shamrock had been running late all night, and when he
arrived at the arena late, Pat told him that all the available locker
rooms/dressing areas were taken. So Pat gave Ken Shamrock room number 3: Stone
Cold's dressing room. But Pat didn't tell Ken about whose room he'd be getting.

Near the end of the night, Stone Cold Steve Austin came into his dressing room,
number 3. The matches were over and he had had enough of the fans cheering,
booing, worshipping, and cursing him into the next state. His snarled face was
apparent as he got undressed, grabbed a towel & his body shampoo, and walked
over to the shower area, where he knew the hot water would certainly relax him
and take a load off his slightly-below-average performance tonight at the
matches.

Stone Cold hung his body shampoo on the shower head and turned on the water. It
soon heated up so that it was warm enough for the place to steam up. He got
under it rubbed his face with the refreshing, clean, warm water. He rubbed
himself all over, especially his genitals. They were responding nicely to the
shower's water. Stone Cold went about his business, lathering himself up nicely
with the body shampoo he had brought. The body shampoo was of musk, so that it
would feel and smell pleasant and masculine tonight.

Ken had arrived late, so he didn't see Stone Cold in there when he arrived; just
his plain ordinary duffel bag that he used to carry his stuff in. And when Ken
came back to the dressing room to shower up, he wasn't surprised to hear the
water running off in the distance.

Ken, all robed up in his silk red robe, stepped past a mirror. He stopped,
shortly, and removed his robe. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He
even struck a simple muscleman pose in front of the mirror. He carried his robe
to his part of the room, and then removed his trunks and grabbed his towel to
get showered up as well.

When Ken Shamrock stepped into the shower area, the first thing he saw was Stone
Cold's wet and naked backside. The water was washing away the lather from his
soap, down his shoulders and back, running down his buttocks, down his thighs,
onto the floor. Ken's cock twitched and slowly hardened as Ken grinned.

Ken Shamrock slowly approached Stone Cold. Stone Cold did not realize that
someone was watching him. He just kept on with his shower. Then he did feel
someone's presence in the showers, right behind him. He stopped suddenly, and
then he turned around to see Ken Shamrock's grinning, sweaty body.

"I've always wanted to do this to you, Stone Cold," said Ken as he immediately
grabbed Stone Cold by the waist. He gave Stone Cold a tremendous belly-to-belly
suplex, right there onto the shower floor!

Stone Cold lay there on the wet floor, stunned by Ken Shamrock's sudden moves.
The next thing he knew, he felt Ken Shamrock's mouth press against his face, his
body straddling against his. Ken started moaning as he kissed Stone Cold. Stone
Cold felt somewhat disgusted, yet pleasantly surprised. Soon, they were kissing
each other right there on the floor of the shower, water still running and steam
still permeating the area. Stone Cold's hands ran through Ken Shamrock's wet
hair, touching and feeling the head and then his neck and back of Ken Shamrock.

Ken started to move his lips down to Stone Cold's neck. The sensation that Stone
Cold was feeling was unparalleled. His cock was certainly getting quite aroused
from Ken's motions and maneuvers. Ken worked himself on Stone Cold's neck. Then
he worked down his body, nibbling on his pecs, running his tongue down Stone
Cold's subtle six-pack abdomen, and following the trail of hair below his belly
button to Stone Cold's raging hard-on. Ken immediately wrapped his lips around
his manhood and made nice, sweet love to it with his mouth.

Has Ken Shamrock actually tamed Stone Cold Steve Austin? The man that Jim Ross
has called the meanest S.O.B in the WWF? From the situation unfolding on the
shower room floor, it seemed that way, with Ken Shamrock's mouth bobbing up and
down Stone Cold Steve Austin's tremendously excited cock.

Suddenly, as Stone Cold's hands were running through Ken Shamrock's hair, he
grabbed his head and impaled Ken Shamrock on his cock, effectively
deep-throating him. Ken muffled partly in pain, but mostly in ecstacy as he was
surprised to feel himself taking in Stone Cold's entire manhood.

Stone Cold sat up. "You know, son, for giving me that belly-to-belly tonight, I
oughta kick your ass for that. Instead, I'm gonna FUCK your ass!" 

He removed Ken from his cock and slammed Ken's body down on his back. All Ken
could see was Stone Cold's growling face as he took one of Ken's legs and raised
it such that his thigh was touching his chest. Stone Cold did that quite easily,
seeing that Ken Shamrock was very limber from participating in all those
Ultimate Fighting matches. Stone Cold's erection was still quite hard and
pulsing with blood as he carefully inserted himself into Ken Shamrock. The face
on Stone Cold turned from a scowl to a satisfied man, having placed himself
inside another man with his cock. All Ken could do was lie there. He grabbed his
cock and started stroking it. It seemed Ken wanted Stone Cold Steve Austin to
assault him. Only he knew it wasn't assault. He seemed consent to have Stone
Cold Steve Austin somehow "legally violate" his muscular body.

Ken Shamrock looked into Stone Cold's eyes. He simply saw a man who was intent
on shooting him up with his sexual steroids. Ken Shamrock kept stroking his
cock, moaning and writhing in extreme pleasure.

"Are you enjoying this, son?" asked Ken as Stone Cold continued fucking.

"Ohhh... You bet!" Ken loudly whispered to Stone Cold.

"Well, then, how about THIS!" Stone Cold thrust his middle finger at Ken. "You
call yourself the World's Most Dangerous Man, son? Sounds to me like the World's
Most Vunerable Man!"

Ken suddenly felt insulted and definitely violated. But before Ken Shamrock
could even react to Stone Cold's one-finger salute to Ken Shamrock, he was
getting pounded on harder and harder by Stone Cold's manhood penetrating him
repeatedly. Ken simply just let himself go at that point and returned to
stroking his cock, which then started shooting hot, sticky gobs of cum on Stone
Cold's chest. Ken saw Stone Cold gritting his teeth and growling, tensing his
body just enough before releasing his sperm into Ken's body. Stone Cold's mouth
turned a round "OH! OH! OOOOHHH!" shape as he slammed his manhood violently into
Ken Shamrock's body. By then all his sperm was deposited into Ken Shamrock.

Stone Cold left Ken Shamrock lying there on the floor, his feet in between the
sexually paralyzed body of Ken Shamrock. He sneered at Ken's euphoric expression
on his face. "Next time you even think about proving your dangerousness on me,
you're gonna get what you know is coming, son. And that's the bottom line!
'Cause Stone Cold Said So!"

Stone Cold turned off the water, grabbed his stuff, and got out of the shower
room to dry himself and get dressed into his civilian clothes. He simply left
Ken Shamrock to himself and his euphoric state. When Stone Cold Steve Austin
walked out shortly thereafter, he was wearing black cowboy boots, tight Levi's
and a snug AUSTIN 3:16 tee shirt. As he was leaving the premises, he ran into
Pat Patterson. 

"I did it, Pat," said Stone Cold to Pat Patterson. "Fucking the shit outta Ken
Shamrock was a pleasure. You can call on me anytime you want to have someone run
through the human gauntlet." With that, he walked to his rental car and left for
the hotel.

Pat Patterson entered the dressing room, where he saw Ken Shamrock, now having
come to, sitting beside his stuff with his towel draped over his legs.

"Good job, Shamrock," said Pat. "The European title is all yours. Get your can
of Kal Kan ready for Davey Boy. I have a feeling he'll have a lot of it to eat
on August 3."

Ken Shamrock sat there for a moment, and then smiled as a thought crossed his
mind. "So THAT'S how Rocky Maivia got the Intercontinental Title!" 

THE END

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