Denis Vega vs. Randy Orton

In celebration of Orton's birthday, a bonus match featuring him.

Vega is the dark haired versatile pornstar standing at 6'0 and comes in around 195 lb. Orton is billed at 6'5 and 235 lb and still looks sharp as ever, even after all these years in the ring.

Orton struts to the ring as his music blasts through the stadium. He climbs in the ring and poses for the fans on the corner turnbuckle, showing off his body. Standing in the ring, equally ripped, is Vega who is ready to make a name for himself. The two lock up and push each other back and forth with no one getting an advantage. Vega pushes Orton off him and then kicks him in the gut. He follows it up with a few blows to the head, knocking Orton into the corner. He grabs Orton's hand and whips him across the ring to the other corner, his back slamming against the turnbuckles. Vega is slow to get over and Orton rushes out with a lariat, knocking him down. Vega crawls up to his feet, but Orton is there and hits a DDT. He then leaps up and hits a knee drop on Vega's head. The pornstar covers his head and rolls away to dodge any more attacks. Orton smirks and lets the stud get back on his feet. He comes at him and whips Vega into the ropes, the pornstar comes back and ducks a clothesline, rebounding off the opposite ropes, he eats Orton's back elbow. Orton picks the pornstar back up and hits a floatover suplex into a pin. One. Two. Vega punches out in the nick of time. Orton takes his time standing up and goes for another knee drop, but Vega rolls out of the way. Orton grabs his knee and stands back up as Vega leaps up and hits a dropkick. Vega reaches for Orton getting him in a headlock while he's still sitting in the middle of the ring. He tightens his arm around his neck, choking the air out of the superstar. Orton gets up on one knee, but Vega elbows him in the back. The pornstar yanks Orton to his feet and chops him across the chest. Orton comes back with a jab followed by an uppercut, that has Vega stepping back. Orton pursues the pornstar to the corner, but Vega climbs the two turnbuckles and leaps back hitting a springboard leg lariat. He goes for the cover, but Orton punches out after one. Vega stomps on Orton a couple of times before picking him up and whipping him into the ropes. Orton runs back, slides through Vega's legs and then stands up and hits a facebuster. Vega squirms away to the ropes as Orton catches his breath. Both men get up at the same time and stare each other down. They lock up and Orton whips Vega into the ropes the pornstar comes back with a leaping forearm smash that knocks Orton down hard. The pornstar picks him back up and hits a powerslam. Orton rubs his back in pain as Vega goes to the turnbuckles, climbs to the top and waits for the wrestler to get to his feet. But Vega takes too much time and as he stands up on the top turnbuckle, Orton bursts to his feet and runs to the corner. He hits Vega in the gut and then slings his arm over his back and lifts the pornstar up for a superplex. Vega bounces across the ring, sore as hell. He grabs the ropes to pull himself up. Once up he turns to face his opponent, and Orton is there, kicking Vega in the gut and then hitting a swinging neckbreaker. He goes for the cover, but Vega throws him off him after one. Orton picks the pornstar up and hits an European uppercut. He grabs Vega, but Vega whips him into the ropes. Orton runs back right into Vega's big boot. Orton stumbles backward and Vega charges at him, but Orton grabs a hold of him and hits an Olympic slam. He goes for the pin. One. Two. Vega manages to kick out right before three. Vega gets up and Orton whips him into the corner. Orton charges at him but he swings both feet up, kicking the wrestler in the face. Orton stammers back and Vega sits up on the top turnbuckle and hits a diving bulldog. Both men lay flat on their stomachs trying to catch their breath. Vega stands up first and picks Orton up. He hoists him up for a northern lights suplex and then rolls Orton up for the pin. One. Two. Orton kicks out. Vega picks Orton up trying to get him in another suplex, but Orton kicks him in the gut. Vega whips Orton into the ropes, and Orton comes back with a crossbody. Both men scramble to their feet and Orton hits a dropkick, knocking the pornstar into the ropes, dazed. Orton grabs his hand and whips Vega into the corner, the pornstar hits the turnbuckles face first and stumbles back into Orton's arms. The wrestler grabs him hitting a spinning belly to back suplex. He debates going for the pin, but instead stands back up and puts Vega outside the ropes on the ring's edge. He holds his head and then hits a rope hung DDT. Vega is pretty much done for, but Orton wants to make sure of it. He picks Vega back up and then hits an RKO. He lays across the the pornstar, hooking the leg and counts it out: One. Two. Three. The bell rings and Orton stands up raising his arms in victory.

Orton hadn't seen his little boy toy, Jake Wilder, in days. He was always asking for time off, which made Orton suspect that he found another man. Orton knew it was time to find a replacement, but he was too depressed, and spent his days and nights drinking. As alone as he felt, he wished he could disappear the moment he received a text from Vega.
Come see me.
Orton gulps and sets his phone down. This was not good.
Orton, now wearing a suit and tie and all cleaned up, arrives at Vega's usual haunt, an old school bar downtown. He enters and finds the place empty -- no witnesses. Vega, dressed in a suit, walks out from the back and greets Orton with a smile that is anything but friendly.
The back room -- Vega's office - dimly lit with a large desk, leather chairs, and still no witnesses. Vega pours himself some scotch, doesn't even offer Orton one. The wrestler sinks in the chair.
"You're late on your payment," Vega says as he sits down. "I take it you didn't bring it with you either?"
Orton loosens his tie, he didn't know Vega spoke English. "No."
"I want my money, so what are we going to do about that?"
Orton thinks. He had been living a lavish lifestyle -- the yacht, the parties, the male servant -- but all that spending drained his funds. He asked Vega for money, but that didn't last long -- and now he feared for his life. "I can sell my boat, my yacht," Orton says.
"Your yacht?"
"Yes, that will be more than enough money for you."
Vega nods and sips some scotch. "But I want my money now."
"If you just give me a couple of days, I'll sell it and be our of your hair," Orton tries to hide his nerves as he speaks.
"In case you didn't hear me, I want my money now."
"I don't have it."
"So you'll sell our yacht? Great. What do I get for my trouble?" Vega asks with a threatening tone.
"I can pay you some interest."
"I don't want interest."
Orton gulps, wondering what Vega has in mind.
"I want your ass."
Orton's eyes widen -- did he hear him correctly? Vega stands up and downs the last of his scotch. He unzips his pants and lets them drop to his ankles. 
Orton heard correctly. He takes off his tie and hangs his jacket on the back of the chair. Both men unbutton each others shirt and soon they're both naked in the back office -- no witnesses.
Vega sits on the edge of the desk with his erect dick pointed at Orton. Orton gets on his knees and opens his mouth, sucking in the cock. He goes down the head to the shaft and then back out, spitting them out. It's not that he didn't enjoy the cock, he just had to look like he didn't. Orton takes a deep breath and then sucks in the cock again.
Vega holds Orton by the back of the head, and shoves him to and fro from his dick, moaning, "Ahh, suck it, yeah."
Orton swallows the cock down his throat, bobbing his head faster. He can feel Vega's eyes on him, judging his actions and whether or not he was really into this kinky behavior. Orton realizes he has to look angry like the dick is his enemy, sucking on it and painting it with his saliva. So he pictures Wilder, messing around with some other millionaire who was actually a millionaire. Fuck.
"Uhhh, uhhh," Vega sucks in air and slowly exhales, petting Orton's hair. "That's it, yeah..."
Orton spits the dick out of his mouth and lets it slide between his hands before putting his lips up to it again. He kisses the head before sucking it back in and suctioning his lips around the shaft.
"Ahhh..." Vega exhales, rubbing his hand down Orton's back. "Good..."
Orton gets more rough thinking about Wilder. He jerks the dick harder, lets his teeth nip at the skin, and never smiles.
"All right," Vega finally stops him. "Let me see that ass."
Orton stands up, giving Vega the view. The pornstar nods approvingly and then gets on his knees for a closer inspection. He pulls the cheeks apart and sees the tight hole. He rubs his tongue up against it making Orton moan. He flicks his tongue out, teasing the hole, watching it throb the more he went. Vega sucks his lips to the hole and kisses it, making Orton tremble.
"Fuck," Orton says trying not to sound like he enjoys it.
Vega doesn't take too long to rim, mostly because he's hornier than Orton. He stnads back up and directs Orton to get on top of his desk, face up.
"You ready for this cock?"
Orton wants to say yes, but just gulps. Vega holds Orton's legs apart, so his knees are on his shoulders and his hole is wide open. Vega dips his cock in, slowly letting the head disappear inside Orton. Orton cups his balls, sighing as he feels Vega enter him.
"AHhhh!" Orton moans.
The pain subsides and Vega pushes further in, Orton wincing less now. The things he had to do to pay his debt. Of course he'd never let Vega know that being fucked was actually an enjoyable experience for him. If he did then Vega would have to find another way to punish him for missing payment on his debts, and he didn't want to know what that would be.
"Oh my god, yes," Orton moans. 
The wrestler tilts his head up and looks at the Spanish stud pounding his ass. He rubs his hand up Vega's abs to his furry chest, letting his fingers make trails in it.
"Ahh, ahhh, ahhh," Orton whines as Vega nails him harder.
Vega loves hearing him sound like a bitch. He was a bitch for taking his money and not paying him back. Vega just breathes in and out as he humps away, letting the bottom make all the noise.
"Fuck, yeah, fuck me," Orton sighs as his ass clenches up around the cock.
Vega fights to pull out his cock and then stuffs it back in. It was a tight hole, there's no way Orton could be a bottom, at least not regularly. 
"Ahh, ahh, awww..." Vega whispers as he rocks his ass back and thrusts his dick back in.
"OHHH!" Orton whines, "Oh my god, yes! Right there, baby."
Vega grinds his dick into the wrestler, making him gasp on his words. Orton stares at the ceiling trying not to move, afraid that the tingling sensation would stop. Vega keeps twisting his dick in the wrestler and finally Orton can't take it anymore and moans, "OHHHHHHH!"
Vega just breathes in and out, steady as his rhythm. He admires Orton's body as he fucks him, staring at the ink on his arms, and seeing the little bit of fear in his eyes. He leans in and plants a kiss on Orton's lips.
"Yeah, ahhhh," Orton sighs. "Uh huh, ahhhh..."
Vega pushes down on Orton's chest as he humps him faster, like a mad bunny. His ass swings up in the air and smashes down. Orton's moans eat each other up as Vega keeps rocking in him. 
"All right, let's go," Vega says climbing off the wrestler.
"Go?" Orton asks.
"Go bend over."
He pushes Orton face first on the desk and holds his head down on the wood. Orton gets turned on by the rough foreplay, stroking his dick faster.
"Ahhh, yeah give it to me," Orton begs.
Vega pumps his dick faster, smacking Orton's smooth ass together. He breathes heavily, sucking and exhaling air with each thrust of the cock. He holds both hands behind his head as he shows off his body. Orton, glancing back, couldn't have been more turned on.
"Yeah, ahhh..." Orton sighs.
"Uhhh," Vega moans over his heavy breathing.
He keeps fucking the wrestler waiting for him to beg to stop, but instead Orton seems to be liking it. He pulls his dick out all the way and then stuffs it back in.
"OHHH! OW!" Orton yells.
That's it, Vega thinks, take that pain. He does it again, and again Orton screams as the dick squeezes back in him. Vega slaps Orton's ass and fucks away as the wrestler moans to himself.
Orton didn't know how much longer this was going to take. It seemed like Vega was out to hurt him the way he would fuck harder when Orton screamed. Orton glances back and sees the determination in Vega's face. Orton responds with a louder moan, "Oh god, ahhhh..."
Vega squeezes Orton's hips as he bangs him. Orton's dick sways back and forth, pre-cum dripping out of it. Vega holds Orton by the waist and nails him harder. So hard that the whole desk shifts.
"Ahh, uhhh, ughhh..." Vega grunts, really gripping on to Orton.
"Ohhhh, ohhh, ohhh..." Orton moans.
 And then Vega pounds his dick deep in Orton and holds it there. Orton clenches up, his body goes tense. It's almost too much for him, but then Vega pulls him up off the desk. He falls back into his chair, pulling Orton on his lap, cock still in him.
"Ride it."
Orton presses down on Vega's legs and bounces up and down on his cock. Orton exhales as he goes up and down on the massive cock, his hole stretched from it. Still he can't complain, especially considering how much he's supposed to hate it.
"Oh fuck, that hurts," Orton lies, trying to keep his scheme going. "Fuckkk..."
Vega leans in the chair, his hand hold on to Orton's chest, squeezing his pecs as he stares at the ass grinding on his cock.
"Ahhh..." Vega sighs, "That's it, ride it."
Orton bounces on the cock more, letting most of the shaft come out before sliding back down on it. "Oh god, awwww..."
Orton's ass tightens up each time the dick goes in him, fighting to get all the way up his hole. He licks his lips and sighs. If this was the punishment for spending too much money he was never going to get out of debt.
Vega holds on to Orton's waist and fucks his cock up in him in a series of quick short thrusts. Orton's voice wobbles from the penetration, becoming an incoherent moan, until finally Vega stops to catch his breath. Orton rides the cock slower, letting each movement be savored.  He rubs his ass up and down on the cock, squeezing the dick with his ass as tight as he can.
It's not before long that Vega slaps his ass, "Faster."
Orton leans back into Vega's chest and rides the dick faster. He goes so fast he can barely tell if he's going up or down the shaft. Vega moans, closing his eyes, sensitive to Orton's needs. Orton sighs louder, he can feel it building inside of him.
"I'm gonna nut," Orton warns, "I'm cumming, oh god, yes, YES."
Orton holds his dick steady as the cum gushes out on to his balls and thighs. He tenses up until the last drop shoots out and then exhales, gasping for air.
"Ahhh, fuck," Orton sighs. "Yeah..."
Vega pulls the wrestler closer to his chest and keeps thrusting up in him until he feels his load coming. He holds his dick in Orton and then cums inside him. Orton feels the warm ooze fill his insides and drip out.
"Ahhhh, yes," Orton whines. 
He bounces on the cum-covered cock a few more times until Vega holds him down to stop. Orton tilts his head back and kisses the pornstar.
"Thank you."
Vega stands back up, setting Orton on his desk. He's not looking as forgiving as he was before.
"You have two days to get me my money," he says staring Orton in the eyes. "Otherwise you're going to be more than fucked."
Orton nods, knowing that he wouldn't be able to test Vega's patience again.

If I were to have my pick between these two studs I'd go with Vega.