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by Jesse Fox

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“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN IF YOU ARE JUST JOINING US, JOHN CENA HAS JUST DEFEATED THE MIZ, MAKING HIM THE NEWEST WWE CHAMPION!” the historically loud commentator announced into the microphone in front of him. The legendary wrestler held up the thick shiny belt above his head as he circled the ring with arrogant pride, his shirtless body glistening with sweat as his opponent slipped under the ropes in pain. Every fan in the large crowd cheered and rallied with excitement as they watched John strut around in his standard jean shorts and white sneakers.

 

Suddenly, a familiar song started blasting through the speakers, causing the seasoned wrestler to look around until he saw the entrance of the arena light up. “SOMEONE IS COMING TO CHALLENGE THE NEW WWE CHAMPION…OH MY GOD I DON’T BELIEVE IT! IT’S THE ROCK!!” the second obnoxious commentator exclaimed in genuine shock as the famous wrestler turned movie star walked down the way toward the ring in his classic outfit of tall black boots and tight black speedo rather intimidatingly. “It’s not over…until I say it’s over” the tall, tan, tattooed machine said into his mic with a locked stare at John Cena. The winner’s eyes filled with apprehension as the old superstar practically flew into the ring between the ropes. John tossed the belt aside and charged his new opponent but was close hangered, his meaty body hitting the ground, The Rock towering above him as he struggled to get his composure on the ring floor. “WOW, THE ROCK ISN’T PULLING ANY PUNCHES TONIGHT. HE WANTS THIS TITLE.”

 

Every eye in the building watched with anticipation as the two famed wrestlers battled it out for the first time ever but what Dwayne Johnson aka The Rock did next would throw all of them for a loop. As Cena started to stand up, the larger man took hold of his ankle and hoisted it closer to him so John would lose his balance and collapse onto his shoulder. “WHAT IS HE DOING?? HE’S TAKING OFF JOHN’S SHOE…IS HE…HE IS TICKLING JOHN CENA!!” the second commentator announced in awe. The flushed athlete scrambled on the pale floor and released raging laughter while The Rock spidered five of his long powerful fingers along the pure white socked foot in his grip. “AAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHhAAA YOUUUUAHAHAHFFREEAAAKK!!!” The silver screen stud smiled with his pearly whites in silent glee as he wiggled along the foot with focused aggression in every move. John’s fists pounded into the floor as the sensations wrecked him with ease.

 

“I’M NOT BELIEVING THIS. COULD THE ROCK TICKLE JOHN CENA INTO SUBMISSION TO GIVE UP HIS TITLE?” “IT COULD HAPPEN, JOHN IS REALLY STRUGGLING UP THERE” the two men commented on the unique spectacle. However effective the unorthodox attack was, John was a star in the WWE for a reason. He quickly pulled on the nearest rope and fired back at The Rock, stunning him with a stomach blow. The reigning champion regained his footing and got closer to his target, delivering punch after punch until the muscle god was on the ropes. John then used his opponent’s weight to fling him from the ropes and knock him onto the ring floor with a loud thud. He straddled The Rock’s back and propped up his arms around his bent knees so the actor couldn’t fight back. John held up both hands to play to the audience before clawing into the ultra-toned sides just as aggressively as he was tickled. “AAAAGGHH!! AHAHAHANNOONOOOO!!!” the massive man protested with a grimaced face spilling laughter he couldn’t contain. Cena’s determined hands dug into the tender muscles below The Rock’s armpits, dipping into the hairy hollows at times, and traveling down the length of both solid bronze sides as if he was massaging a piece of meat with dry rub. 

 

“IT SEEMS LIKE JOHN CENA IS GONNA PLAY BY THE ROCK’S RULES, THIS IS A FIRST IN WWE HISTORY!” “A TICKLE FIGHT FOR THE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!” As John’s fingers pumped deep guffaws from the hulking body, The Rock’s mind was developing a plan to gain the upper hand once more. He bucked like a mad horse under his opponent through the dagger fingers and just when they hit a hot spot right at the nipple line for another rowdy jerk and squeal, his strength was provoked enough to turn the tables with John tipping over onto the floor. He pounced onto the shorter lad and landed with his knees pinning Cena’s arms under them away from his body. “NO! NO! Get off you mother FUUAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAAAAHAHA TTHIIISSSSSHAHAHAHAHAHAIIISSSSNNNNN’TTTT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHRRIIIIGGGHHTTT!” John yelled between the flood of heavy giggles, his legs flailing around in their own sign of distress. “Big bad John Cena is ticklish like a little kid” Dwayne Johnson taunted, his large paws plowing into the naked belly below him like a sadistic school yard bully. The strong fingers felt as if they were penetrating John’s abs and attacking his nervous system outright like nothing he’d ever experienced, his muscles providing no shield against the devastating sensations.

 

“Oh, I know…you like it on your feet” Mr. Johnson condescended with his charming smile before catching the sneakered foot by the ankle mid-kick, real fear setting into John’s body. “HE’S TAKING THE SHOE OFF, NOW THE SOCK; HE’S GOING FOR CENA’S BARE FOOT! I DON’T KNOW IF HE CAN HANDLE THIS!” the man announced, his voice getting higher with anxiety at what was unfolding. The hundreds of excited fans whooped and hollered with more energy than they had the whole night, hitting a high note when The Rock’s dangerous fingers made contact with John’s rarely seen rich bare sole; testing the sensitivity with a single stroke from heel to toes first. “AHAHAHAHAAFUUCCK!” Cena shot out, putting another wide grin on his opponent’s handsome face as the onlookers howled from all sides of the ring. He lowered his hand down slower than needed to amp up the audience all the while John objecting with a strained red expression, “NOO! NO!! NOT THAAT!!” until five dull nails started raking up and down his lush pink foot. John’s leg fought to break free of the strong grip with everything in him, The Rock’s tactics proving to be worse than any punch, kick, or slam he’d taken during his time as a wrestler. He scratched along the soft balls of John’s captive foot with calculated leisure as robust laughter rang out from the sweaty man under Dwayne’s body weight, the equally plump toes fanning out in response.

 

“THINGS AREN’T LOOKING GOOD FOR OUR CHAMPION RIGHT NOW. WHO KNEW HE WAS SO TICKLISH?! IT’LL BE A MIRACLE IF HE CAN GET OUT OF THIS ONE” the commentator admitted, just as worked up as the crowd. The Rock continued devilishly wiggling along the silky arch and the undersides of John’s tender toes for a few minutes until his macho victim leaned up a little and sunk his teeth into the buff star’s butt inches away from his face. “AHHHH!!” he yelled in pain, shifting enough for Cena to slip out from under him and retaliate in a magnificent twist. The current champion whipped off the belt from his jean shorts and wrapped it around his opponent’s neck, forcing him to the ring floor. When the action star was weak enough, John took the belt and tied The Rock’s wrists together to one of the four corner poles before he could fight back at full strength. “THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! JOHN CENA HAS TIED THE ROCK TO A POST…AND NOW, IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S UNLACING ONE OF HIS BOOTS! HE’S GOING FOR HIS FEET!!” Every person in the crowd shared the announcers’ thrilling excitement as they watched the tall black boot fall to the floor followed by the black sock to reveal The Rock’s size 14 naked foot.

 

“Cena, I’m gonna ruin you and take that gold belt!” Dwayne threatened rather boldly in his position. “I bet I can make you pee that little speedo of yours, what do you think?” John taunted with a grin before wrapping his arm around the ankle and launching 5 eager fingers onto the surface of the wealthy man’s masculine foot; not as supple as his own but smooth like nice leather. His hand explored the large sole as if he was trying to find the most sensitive part of the pink flesh.

“AHAHAHAHAAHAHHAhaHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAASSSHIIITTTTT!!HAHHAHAHAHA AAAAHAHAHAHNOOSSTTOPPPSTTTOOOOP!!” The bound wrestler erupted from the corner of the ring with his colossal arms bulging, unable to shake John off of his giant yet supremely ticklish foot. Cena discovered the skin between his toes and balls to be the most responsive according to The Rock’s octave jump during his extreme laughter, his fingers scribbling viciously in a horizontal direction to intensify the torment. He liked to switch from concentrated tactics to devouring the entire sole with steady raking and spidering nails, making the sun-kissed Baywatch star lose his shit for the audience and the cameras.

“HAAHhaAHHAHAHAAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAAJOOOOHHHNNN!!AHAHAAHAHAHAAA YOUUUUAHAHAABAAASSSTTAARRRDD!!! AHAHAHAAAAHAA” The Rock howled with the same charming smile people loved to watch on screen, only this time he couldn’t control what his body or face did. John actually got a kick out of tickling him, making such a massive strong guy quake at his touch, only adding to that was the fun of attacking his huge foot, knowing probably no other person had ever been able to have their way with his sensitized body. The foot felt like one big slab of mouthwatering warm steak he had to stop himself from taking a bite out of; absolutely addictive.

 

After tickling the giant tan and rose tinted beauty, Cena plopped down to straddle his opponent’s thighs and plunged both hands into the man’s deep armpits. The Rock’s bald head flung back as the new wave of sensations crashed into his perfectly crafted inked body. “That’s right, keep on laughing” John teased as he drilled into the brown haired hollows, triumph in sight. “CENA IS GOING IN FOR THE KILL. HE IS PROVING WHY HE’S THE CHAMPION” “AFTER MAKING THE ROCK NEARLY WET HIMSELF WITH THE FOOT ACTION, HOW MUCH LONGER IS THIS BIZARRE MATCH GONNA LAST?” John’s determined hands dug into the underarms with a grin like he’d already beaten him but like something out of one of Dwayne’s films, his jacked arms had pulled on the old belt keeping him helpless enough until he’d worn it down; breaking the long strap with one last rush of adrenaline. “WHAT?!? THE ROCK JUST BROKE CENA’S BELT!!” “THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” Cena tried to grab the nearby bare foot with the hope of remaining in control but the newly free wrestler beat him to it, kicking John into the ropes.

 

The WWE mainstay quickly stood up to face his opponent and tried to prepare for another round but was taken from behind. “OH NO!! THE MIZ HAS JOINED THIS INSANE MATCH AND HAS CENA IN A FULL NELSON!!” The crowd was vocal with shock and awe at the unforeseen addition of John’s previous opponent, the champion struggling to escape the vulnerable position he found himself in in classic WWE turn of events fashion. “THE MIZ AND THE ROCK ARE WORKING TOGETHER! HE CAN’T DEFEND HIMSELF AGAINST THE ROCK, WHAT WILL HE DO??” the commentator added like he was viewing a suspenseful movie. The vengeful wrestler/actor walked toward his half bare foot foe striking more fear with every step until reaching John.

While The Miz held his arms above his head, The Rock dug into the meaty torso as Cena contested quite loudly.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHahahhAhAhaahahahhahahAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAA YYYOUUUUAHAHAHAHA CCCHEEAATTTERRRRRR!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAAA” John yelled with fingers teasing his entire upper body, particularly his navel that Dwayne had taken a liking to swirling his thick index finger in.

 

“WHAT IS ROCK DOING?? HE’S TAKING OFF HIS OWN BOOT AND SOCK. OH MY GOD…HE’S RUBBING THE SOCK ALL OF JOHN’S FACE! THIS HAS GOT TO BE THE CRAZIEST MATCH I’VE EVER SEEN!” The Miz couldn’t help but laugh and grin at the vindictive move and Cena’s displeasure as he helped keep him at a disadvantage, the challenger drilling into John’s armpits, only making his laughter grow in magnitude. “I think I know how we’re gonna have to end this” The Rock said like he had a secret up his sleeve he was eager to play. He ripped the sneaker and sock off John’s last protected foot and took hold of both ankles before putting them in a headlock. “NO!! NO! Don’t you fucking dare!!” the athletic muscle man tried to scare before his opponent proceeded to bring down the hammer with his massive hand tickling both delicious soles at once.

“AHAHAaHAHAAHAhahAHAHAAhAAHAHAAAHAAHAHHAAAHHAAHAhhAAA NOOOOMOOREEEE!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHSSTOOPPPPSTTOOOOPP!!” he pleaded in true desperation as his head shook back and forth. “Let me hear you say it” The Rock taunted as he scribbled the cradled feet with a smirk of mischievous power on his face. “AHAHAHAHaAHAHahhASSSHIIIIITTT!!

AHAHAHIIISSUUBBMITTTTT!!AHAHAHAAAHAHHOHAOHAHAOHAHAHAHAAA YOUUUUAHAHAHAHHAWWWIIIINNNNNAHHAHAHAAA NOOWWWWWHAHAAALLLEEETTTAHAHAHHAA

MEEEEAHHAHAHGOOOOOOOAHAHAHAA!!” he gave in with beads of sweat on his forehead and his amazing soles enduring the final seconds of merciless wrath of the man who’d used his best kept secret against him. The Rock faced the crowd and threw up his arms in victory, the audience erupting with praise while Cena put his shoes and socks back on near the ropes in shame.

“WELL FOLKS, WE JUST WITNESSED WRESTLING HISTORY TONIGHT. THE ROCK HAS BEATEN JOHN CENA IN THE FIRST EVER TICKLE MATCH! TWO WRESTLING LEGENDS, TWO AMAZINGLY TICKLISH MEN…BUT ONLY ONE WAS VICTORIOUS. THIS MEANS THE ROCK IS OUR NEW WWE CHAMPION!!”