Battle Over Blake

WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the wrestlers, promotions, people, places, etc. depicted or referenced within. Fantasy is legal. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. I do not own WWE or any wrestlers or people etc referenced in this story.

Starring: Blake Monroe (Mariah May in AEW), Cody Rhodes, Drew McIntyre (all WWE)

Battle Over Blake

An erotic pro wrestling fan-fiction story.

Written by DaxG2001 & Kristi

Codes: Cons, MF, MMF, oral, anal.

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WWE Smackdown on October, 17, 2025. The SAP Center in San Jose, California.

Following the chaotic events that ended the broadcast, and an impromptu match that ended in a DQ, a dishevelled and still furious Cody Rhodes is being escorted from the arena by some security guards and General Manager Nick Aldis. Rhodes is still in his torn, black shirt with pants, showing off unintentionally his muscular body, and carrying the prized WWE Championship in his hands with that fuming look on his handsome face.

"Just let me handle this, Cody! Please." Aldis tries to reason with Rhodes. "We don't know where McIntyre is right now but if you want a piece of him... Let me talk to the right people and I'll make the match for down the road."

"Oh, I want his ass, Nick!" Cody stops and locks eyes with the GM. "I don't care where, when, or even what kind of damn match! Smackdown, a PLE, or Saturday Night's Main Event! I'll put the title on the line! Anything so I can get my hands on that hypocrite!" He says with a fired-up tone.

"Main Event, huh?" Aldis nods. "You know... I think I can make that happen... But for now..." He points across to the double doors out of the building. "Chill out, head home to the wife and kid, and I'll see you next week. Or better yet, I'll call you soon with the date for the match." He states.

With a deep intake of breath, Cody relents and heads out the door as the guards only follow him a few steps out to make sure he's left. A determined walk as if he wasn't done looking for a fight but accepted he needed to call tonight off. Making his way through the parking lot area to approach where his personal, deluxe and branded with an American Nightmare paint job tour bus is parked to retire for the night before he headed off.

At least, that was the plan but he slowed his step, seeing an unexpected figure leaning against the door to the bus. "...Miss Monroe, I presume?" Cody says and approaches the woman in question.

"Damn..." The stunning and sultry Blake Monroe says in her thick English accent before she seductively bites on her finger for her signature pose, as she takes a step away from the tour bus. Blake dressed in a light pink corset top that shows off her nicely rounded and large tits, and a short white skirt which accents her gorgeously tanned and smooth legs. "Noticed by the World Champion..." Blake says with a soft, alluring laugh. "I mean... I'm not surprised that you know who I am!" She says with a slight shrug of her shoulders and keeps her beautiful eyes locked on the irritated Rhodes.

"Well, I do keep tabs on any Superstar who makes their way from that old 'Elite' place I used to be in..." Cody references as Blake arches an eyebrow at the remark about their individual pre-WWE pasts. "Plus, I watched the show tonight... Pretty sneaky move, costing Sol and Zaria their match to get an edge ahead of Halloween Havok." Cody notes with a tone that doesn't fully like the dirty trick distraction that the British blonde bombshell pulled tonight, but understands why she did it.

Blake Monroe presses her pouty and luscious lips together and simply shrugs her shoulders. "What can I say... I'm a woman who takes matters into her own hands..." Blake replies as her eyes casually scan over Cody Rhodes body, glancing over his exposed chest courtesy of his torn shirt. Like a skilled mistress of manipulation, the former Mariah May of AEW and Stardom does not make that action overly obvious to Rhodes. "And I know how to get the results that I want..."

"I can understand that... It took me a whole year longer to Finish the Story than I planned..." Cody muses and puts his title belt over his shoulder. "So... What do you want to talk about?" Cody says with a brief smirk to use his catchphrase line and the title of his Podcast, knowing that Blake wouldn't likely just be here to get flattered or to brag about her potential.

Blake raises her right index finger toward her lip, and cutely and seductively bites down on the fingernail as she looks at Cody Rhodes, working her magic over the reigning World Champion. "Well... I was hoping that I could pick the brain of a true Champion and get some advice... You know? So I can become the best..." The former Tag Team Champion in Stardom and World Women's Champion in AEW says with a soft and innocent laugh, lowering her finger back down as she looks at Rhodes with that manipulative shyness.

Rhodes, perhaps nothing thinking fully clearly because of the adrenaline pumping from the fight with McIntyre, still sucks in air and gives a nod. "Right... Listen, usually, it wouldn't be a good idea, with how pissed off I am about tonight." He admits as Monroe pouts and flutters her eyelashes to sway him. "But at the same time? I could really do with chilling the Hell out..." He says, making the blonde's eyes light up. "You've got potential, kid... Doing some things the wrong way, sure... So yeah, let's give you some sage advice from the Champion and see if we can make you into a proper title holder come that Halloween Havok show." He says, giving Blake a free pass to get what she really wants when he opens up the door to his tour bus for her. "Ladies first... But just so you know? I'll probably be knocking back some of the American Vodka to calm myself, too..." He says with a brief smirk to show he isn't likely joking.

Blake Monroe nods her head and beautifully smiles at Cody Rhodes, giving him another playful glance. "Drink up..." Blake says with a wink before she reaches forward with her left hand to the railing of the tour bus to lift herself onto the first step, and proceeds to climb up the short stack of stairs. Monroe sways her hips deliberately, flashing her rounded ass and a lack of panties underneath which doesn't go unnoticed by Cody, but he tries to remain a gentleman and looks away before he closes the door and walks up after her.

"About time..." From within the small toilet and bathroom stall of the bus, the imposing, unhinged and often hypocritical Scottish Warrior Drew McIntyre has been hiding. Waiting for a chance to strike as, for once, he made good on his threat of knowing where his rivals were and lived. "Just wait for that little bastard to drop his guard... Then it's payback for hitting me with that title and cheating to retain!" Drew whispers to himself and keeps an ear to the door to listen for an opportunity.

"Water? Something stiffer?" Cody offers as a kind host after he'd fixed himself a clearly stiff drink just as he'd said, and fixes up Monroe's beverage of choice, too. Both are unaware that even just passing seconds infuriate the hidden threat on the bus. "So... What pointers do you want, Blake? Not for nothing, but knowing where you've been and what you've managed to do already in NXT? I think you're on the right path, in-ring talent-wise... But if you want my advice? It's the attitude thing." He states as he takes a sip. "The whole Mean Girl act? That's been a dime a dozen over WWE history... Sure, you're the Glamour for a reason but come on, even you have to admit you loved it when the fans cheered you when you finally showed up in NXT the first time." He points out, like he's trying to see and get the good in others, as he's done throughout his time back in WWE up to now.

Blake Monroe sets her glass down on the coffee table and starts to walk over to Cody Rhodes as he takes a seat on the luxurious couch in the seating area of the bus, which would act as a living room during travel. "But I thought... People loved a bad girl..." Blake says in a soft and seductive voice as she sits down on the couch next to Cody, full of her wicked intent.

"Well, true, if the likes of Roxanne are anything to go by..." Cody muses. "It also makes you a target... You found that out when Jordynne went after you." He points out as Blake pouts and strokes her hair back, like the memories of that rivalry were something she'd gladly forget. "And now you've got possibly two people to deal with... Sol and Zaria and no offence? But as good as you are, they are two very good Superstars. Sol is a double Champion for a reason." He says and Blake narrows her eyes a bit, not happy that he's talking about other women and not just drooling over her as most men would with the British blonde bombshell so close to them and all alone. "Case in point, Blake? I needed a lot of help just to become Champion." Rhodes notes, slipping off his title belt to put it on the far end of the couch. "Hall of Famers too... And even one of my buddies from that night ended up turning on me. So just remember this, Blake. Bad girls don't always last... Not even Trish Stratus, the GOAT of the women's division, was bad all her time."

Blake rolls her eyes at the mention of yet another female who is not herself "Let's talk about something else..." Blake quickly and rudely interrupts. Blake turns on the couch to face Cody as she brings her left hand up and slides her hand underneath his torn open shirt to let her finger caress his muscular and desirable hair-covered chest. "Maybe... You could teach me a thing or two..." Blake says as she strokes her hand against his chest, locking her seductive eyes with him. "You know... Something more physical..."

Cody glances down and watches her fingers dance up his desirable body. "...Of course." Cody says with a light sigh as deep down, he knew this was coming. "Listen, Blake..." He says, still trying to be a gentleman here and not simply because he's a happily married man and a father. "I'm flattered... And I know you're trying to get yourself up the ladder... Maybe proving yourself against a top, main roster Superstar..." He states, like this is far from the first time this has happened between him and a female from NXT. "But after the night I've had? I really don't think that tonight of all nights is the right one for this kind of 'advice' giving." He said to try and politely turn her down. Something that most men in the world would never do with an open shot like this.

Blake pauses for a moment, almost stunned by the rejection, an obvious first for the drop-dead gorgeous Superstar. She clears her throat, composes herself and starts to slide her hand down from his chest to his stomach, going underneath the material of his shirt. Blake smiles at Cody as she feels his abs with the tips of her fingers. "Maybe... I can help clear your mind?" Her thick accent purrs as she deliberately leans forward to show off the tops of her tits in her pink top.

"Blake..." Cody tries to firmly say, but a different part of his body is starting to think as he doesn't push her hands away as she approaches his waistline. "Typical bad girl... Not taking no for an answer?" He sighs and tellingly takes a stiff swig of his drink as he watches Blake expertly tease with her seductive talents.

The Glamour smirks as she flashes her eyes at the American Nightmare. "Maybe we should get this shirt off... I mean, it is torn up after all!" Blake says as she slides her hand out from underneath the shirt and sits up, with her eyes seductively locked on Cody, as she, like a true manipulative gold digger, places the ball in his court for him to make the next move.

"...Fine..." Cody finally relents, much to Monroe's grinning glee when she sits back and claps her hands excitedly. "Let me just..." Cody stands up and puts his drink away on the nearest table with a clinking thud.

Hearing that noise, Drew takes his shot and slides the door open. "SURPRISE, CODY!!" He roars and storms in, just as Cody is briefly defenceless as he was mid-taking off his shirt. "THIS ISN'T BLOODY OVER!!" McIntrye, clad in just a pair of jeans so his hunky, chiselled upper body is on display, rushes towards his rival as Cody, startled, struggles with his shirt. However, equally spooked, Monroe ends up jolting to her feet and winds up right in the path of the bruising, muscular powerhouse which makes Drew stop. The only thing that saved Cody from a sneak attack beating.

"...Typical! A bloody coward, hiding behind a bloody woman!" Drew scoffs with a glare as he stares down at Monroe. "Bad enough with Seth and Becky... Punk and AJ! Now this?? And not even Cody's actual wife either!" He makes sure to take the chance to mock.

"On my tour bus??" Cody snapped after he'd finally tossed his shirt away. "You're out of your damn mind, Drew! This is going too damn far!" He yells and steps forward so now Blake is stuck between the two bitter enemies and top Superstars.

As she stands between Rhodes and McIntyre, and being perhaps the only thing that is preventing either man from striking the other, a sly smirk creeps onto her beautiful face as her once simple plan has now turned into a brilliant masterpiece. Blake quickly raises her hands as she remains standing between Rhodes and McIntyre. "Wait... Wait... Wait!!" Blake says as she places her left hand onto Cody's chest and her right hand onto McIntyre's chest, keeping the two apart. "Hold on... Let's think about this for a moment..." Blake says in a soft and calming voice.

Drew snorts, clearly ready for a fight and so is Cody from his furious look. But McIntyre slowly looks down and sees the hand on his chest. "Lass... I came here ready to knock someone's teeth in... Not with sex on his damn mind like I bet this creep was!" Drew claims with a glare at the other hunk. "Creep? You hide out in bathrooms for fun by the looks of it!" Cody points out. "You're a damn cheater, Cody! A cheater in the ring and you were gonna cheat on your wife with this bloody tart!" McIntyre claims. "Bad enough she has to settle for a little insecure boy like you, instead of being with a real man like me!" He adds. Again, being a hypocrite since he's a married man himself.

Blake rolls her eyes and sighs before she suddenly shouts. "Will you both SHUT UP!?!" The loud yell from her causes both Cody and Drew to stop their verbal sparring. She removes her hands from their chests and moves to cross her arms below her chest. Blake clears her throat. "Good... Now that's better..." Blake says as the tour bus now has a calming, quiet air.

Blake remains standing between McIntyre and Rhodes, taking a moment to glance at both men. "But listen... It's clear that if I just let the two of you go at it and beat the hell out of each other... Neither one of you is going to get what you want... Nick Aldis has made that clear..." Blake says. Turning to look at McIntyre, she states: "You won't get the title match that you want..." She pauses and turns her head to look at Rhodes. "And you won't get revenge on Drew..." Monroe correctly says, shockingly being the voice of reason.

"Lass, if you think..." Drew starts to hiss with a glare cast at her.

"She's right." Cody throws his arms up. "She's damn right. And this right here? Isn't going to fix anything!" He adds.

"It was gonna make me feel damn better! That's all that matters!" McIntyre claims as Blake gives him the sort of look that could turn lesser men to stone. "...Fine... FINE!" He barks, seemingly relenting. "But since you're being the smart lass here? What's your idea to solve this if neither of us is gonna get what we want? Or get to beat the living bloody daylights out of each other??" He demands, and unknowingly hands Blake the exact free pass to carry out an even better plan than she first dreamed of.

Blake slyly smirks at McIntyre, "Well..." Blake pauses and playfully laughs ".You two both have a lot of aggression and frustration..." Blake pauses again and then looks at Cody. "What if... You vented that out on me..." Blake says as she cutely, but seductively, raises her right index to lightly and teasingly bite down on her fingernail.

There's a tense pause in the air as both men glare at each other, then look at Blake as she keeps that sensual pose. "So... What you're saying, lass... Is that I can get to prove that I'm not just the better man, but the bigger man too..." Drew starts to smirk and sounds like he's twisting the situation to fit his needs (when it still gives her what she wants). "But proving I can handle you better than this fraud can!"

"Fraud?! There's nothing 'fraud' about how I can handle myself outside of the ring..." Cody says confidently. "And if you want to be embarrassed by me all over again without even stepping into a ring? Then by all means! You're on." He agrees before he looks at Blake. "You're on! Let's do this! And no cheap shots by you either during this!" He adds with a glare at his rival.

"Unlike you and everyone else around here, I'm a man of my word..." Drew claims with a cocky smirk.

Blake grins as she lifts her finger away, and her eyes widen with sinful glee when she watches the men push down their lower clothing, ready for a 'battle' using her. That lets her see the thick and long Claymore sword of a cock that Scottish Warrior packs, and the equally fat and lengthy rod that the American Nightmare has to offer.

Monroe licks her eyes and seductively narrows her eyes as she glances down at the exposed and equally impressive cocks of Rhodes and McIntyre. Blake reaches with her hands to take hold of Cody's cock with her left hand, while placing her right hand on Drew's cock, using her skilled palms to sensually work along their hardening shafts. At the same time, she slyly sinks onto her knees between the two men.

Despite the earlier rage between the two studs, both men easily get hard in her skilled, smooth grasp as the busty blonde strokes off their fat cocks. Giving the Superstars a nice look at her breasts from the down view at her corset-like top while she pumps. "I guess... Mmmmm... A bad girl can get what she wants after all..." Cody muses as he and Drew's big dicks get jerked off, since it's ended up that Monroe has gotten not just a piece of him like she originally planned, but has doubled her pleasure to get a former WWE Champion too along with the current one to play with.

"Of course..." Blake says with a wink as she glances up at Cody Rhodes before she brings her blonde-haired head to his cock and starts to slap her soft, wet tongue against the head of his cock, while working her hand on his shaft.

"Mmmmm..." Cody, despite the fact that he'd tried to turn her down earlier, now feels why he should have jumped at the chance right away. Treated to a slow worship from her hungry tongue, coupled with the pumps of her hand to Double-Team his prick and still stroke off Drew at the same time.

Blake keeps her seductive eyes focused up at Cody Rhodes as she slides her wet tongue around the head of his cock, teasing him with perfect skill while her tongue brushes over his piss-slit.

"I'd say she was only starting off with you like a true fan girl..." Drew mocks as he watches Cody getting treated to her far from inexperienced tongue. "But she's probably just saving the best until last!" He arrogantly claims and easily handles the way her hand roams across his big cock.

Blake Monroe lifts her eyes away from Cody's cock and lightly tosses her blonde hair back before she turns her head to glance at McIntyre. "How'd you know?" Blake asks with a sly smirk before she leans down toward his Scottish cock and starts to work her tongue over the thick head, coating him nicely with her saliva. As Blake treats Drew to the same pleasure she gave Cody, she works her left hand along Cody's American Nightmare dick and spreads her saliva down his shaft.