It's been a few days since you saw the video of Io and you fucking. Many thoughts have run through your mind since then, one of them being the idea that they can't prove anything. How could anyone possibly prove that it's you in the video?

But somehow the internet did, leaving you waiting outside Vince's office back in WWE HQ. You're on the phone with Io, who doesn't have to come in just yet. They haven't proven that she's the other one in the video yet, seeing as she doesn't have a fucking trademark tattoo. Damn the bad luck, but at least she has a chance of getting away with it.

"Have you seen Vince yet?" Io asks, her voice full of worry. You inform her that you're still waiting outside of his office.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I fucking know he's brought me here to fire me," you reply under your breath, looking towards the office door. No one comes out.

"There's no way they'll fire you," Io says confidently, but she sounds like she's talking more to herself than you, "You're too big of a draw. Imagine the money he'd lose."

"It's fine. I deserve this for being so stupid."

"Don't you dare say that, (Y/N)! This is all my fault. I was the one who insisted that we have sex in that open of a space."

"Io..."

"Whatever happens, I'm here for you."

Stephanie opens the door, and you hang up the phone after a quick (nameless) goodbye. You stand up to face her with an icy stare.

"Listen, (Y/N)," she starts quietly, placing her hand on your arm. There's a softness about her that probably has to do with the kiss you shared all that time ago. It's crazy to think that you actually made out with Stephanie McMahon, but she continues, "I did everything I could for you. Keep a cool head in there."

"Thank you, Steph," you reply, trying not to let the heartbreak show in your voice. The sinking feeling in your gut isn't going away; Vince McMahon, this smoking hot woman's father, is about to send your career crashing down with a few simple words.

Stephanie looks down both ends of the hallway to make sure no one is around, then plants a wet kiss upon your lips. You embrace her without hesitation, knowing that this is probably going to be your last chance to do so.

"For luck," she insists, looking sadly into your eyes. God, you wish you could have just one night with her...

Stephanie walks away, leaving you all alone outside the boss's office. You enter nervously, surprised to be met by a smile. He motions to a chair in front of his desk, and you sit.

"I know this is going to suck, but there's no point in sugarcoating the situation: there's a sextape of you circulating the internet," Vince says harshly, making you feel incredibly guilty. You've betrayed the trust of the entire company by fucking Io on top of that parking garage. You make a silent vow to never return to Tokyo.

"I'm fired, then?"

"Technically you should be, and we should suspend that other girl until we know for sure whether or not it was her in the video. However, this is a special case. Both of you are huge draws for the company."

"So... I'm not fired?"

"No, but I'll have to strip you of the Universal Championship, and probably send you to NXT to kill your current push and maybe start a different one. Io will also be stripped of her title."

"What?! No!" Though you're glad to still be employed, the thought of losing your title is horrifying. Io losing hers also sucks.

"Yes, (Y/N). We can't have you two as faces of the company under the current circumstances. Actions have consequences."

"Are you going to straight up take the belt, or let me lose it in a match?" you ask sadly, hoping for the best. Maybe he'll let you keep your dignity, at the very least.

"We'll probably have you lose it to Cedric Alexander, seeing as he has the Money in the Bank contract. Io will likely keep hers until Takeover, where she'll lose it to Dakota Kai," he explains, though his voice is softer than it was before. After all, he doesn't want to be doing this to you. He's said before how much he likes you, but man does this hurt.

"Damn, this sucks."

"I know, but it'll blow over soon. I'll make see to it that you get an opportunity if you can manage to remain a draw."

Vince dismisses you, and you slip out of the room. Stephanie is waiting out there for you, a nervous look on her face. Your expression can't be giving off the best vibes, as her face drops entirely.

"He didn't...?"

"No. Io and I are stripped of the belts, and I'm going to NXT," I sighed, realizing for the first time that this was really happening. Man, fuck Tokyo.

She gives you a hug and mumbles into your shoulder, "I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

"Steph, you did everything you could. You're probably the reason I'm not fired, and I can't thank you enough for it."

"You know," she says quietly, standing on the tips of her toes to whisper in your ear, "I saw the tape. Maybe you and I could get together sometime and... yeah."

She plants another quick kiss upon your lips and walks down the hall, and you stare at her ass as she goes. What the actual fuck just happened.

You're at the show in LA, waiting for your entrance theme to play so you can go out and address MVP, who's talking mad shit. The rest of the Hurt Business is next to you.

"Hey man, what happened to you was some bullshit," Cedric says, placing a hand on your shoulder. All things aside, you're glad that you get to be the one to put him over.

"At least you get a title out of the whole thing," I replied, slinging it over his shoulder. He looks down at it and struts to the middle of the gorilla, striking a serious pose with both the Money in the Bank briefcase and his soon-to-be Universal Championship.

"Looks good, bro!" Shelton says, snapping a picture of it with his phone. All four of you chuckle when you see it. Unfortunately, the mood dies when you hear your theme. Cedric hands you the belt, and you turn to leave.

"Here I go!" you announce, bursting through the curtain. MVP is staring up at the stage, trying not to break kayfabe. He seems almost as upset by the situation as you are, claiming that it's all a bunch of shit intended to make you look bad. You don't have the heart to say otherwise.

"All this talk about how Cedric is going to cash in and take my belt, but how's that working for him? Last time he tried, I put him through the announce table," I said in an amused tone. I was technically a good guy in all of this.

"Well, now that you're here in the ring... guys, that's your cue!"

The Hurt Business' theme plays, and you spin around to find them marching down the ring. You get struck across the back by a folding chair, and you crumble to the mat as the three others enter the ring. Cedric cashes in as Bobby Lashley and Shelton Benjamin beat the shit out of you, and he comes into the ring to finish you with the Lumbar Check.

MVP raises Cedric's hand as he's handed the belt, and the other two stares menacingly at you as you roll out of the ring and stumble a few feet before falling. The reality of what's happened sets in, and you're not ashamed of the few tears that fall as you head to the back.

You're sitting by yourself in your hotel room, watching the playback of the Hurt Business taking the title off of you. You'll get the copy of the belt that you'd carried ever since defeating Rusev for it, but you want the live copy. It's so fucking dumb that you had to lose it over some stupid little tape.

Your phone rings, and you're tempted not to answer. However, you see that it's Paige, one of the people you've grown close to during your time in the WWE.

"Hey Paige," you mumbled upon answering.

"I heard about what happened, (Y/N). I know how it feels to have something like that leak," she replies sadly, her voice showing the emotion that you feel deep inside, yet can't truly express on the surface.

"Yeah, it sucks."

"Listen, why don't you come over to my house tonight? I know how to make you feel better," Paige insists, and you finally cave. How can you say no to such a thoughtful offer?

"Fine. I forgot the address though."

"I'll text you. See you in a bit, (Y/N)." You can hear the smile in her voice before she hangs up, and you shuffle towards the door. There's nothing you'd rather do right now than lay in your bed and brood until falling asleep, except maybe have a girl there in your arms to cuddle with. A cuddle would do you some good about now.

Paige opens her front door and wraps you in a big hug, which you hesitantly return. She leads you into the living room, where a bottle of wine and two tall glasses are set out on the coffee table.

"Are we on some sort of date?" you joke, though you aren't really in the mood for joking. Paige giggles and allows you to sit, then sits next to you.

"No. We are going to sit here and talk and drink until you feel better. I swear, it works every time." The confidence in her voice is so reassuring that you can't help but believe her. So two hours and a bottle of wine later, Paige has gotten you to open up. You're having a really good conversation when she yawns and checks the time.

"It's getting late, (Y/N). I'm going to go to bed. You can sleep here tonight if you want to." She plants a kiss on your cheek and gets up to head to her room, but a split-second decision has you grab her wrist. Paige asks, "What?"

"Can we sit and talk a little more? I've finally got someone who can actually relate to the shit I'm dealing with, and I love your conversation."

"Alright look (Y/N), I know what you're dealing with is hard... but what's going to make you feel better is more than a conversation."

"Yeah, like what?" you ask cheekily, not surprised at all when she leans down and kisses you. Both of you remove your shirts, and she teases you as she slowly removes her bra. Her tits are amazing.

Paige sits down on her knees in front of you and undoes the zipper of your jeans, looking up at you with an evil grin. She releases your dick from your pants and begins to jack you off until it's fully erect.

"When I'm done, you'll feel sooo much better," Paige purrs, taking your cock in her mouth. You moan softly as she begins to suck your cock, her warm lips and tongue making your rod nice and slick.

She bobs her head up and down on your cock, moaning cutely to let you know she's enjoying herself. You love it when they do that. As she continues to suck, you place a hand on the back of her head and push her down a little farther. Paige is nearly deep throating your cock now.

Suddenly, you realize that you have to cum, but there's no warning for Paige. Your load erupts into her waiting mouth, and her eyes widen as her mouth fills with your sticky load. In a few gulps she swallows all of it, then washes it down with the rest of her glass of wine. Classy.

"Feeling better yet, (Y/N)?"

"Almost."

"Well... there is one more thing I can do for you."

Paige sits on your lap and begins to make out with you, ignoring the cock throbbing against her panties. You play with her breasts as your mouth remains occupied by hers. She moans as you grope her supple tits.

"God..." she says quietly, closing her eyes and savoring all the pleasure you're giving her. Paige finishes, "I've been so horny after that first glass of wine... fuck me, (Y/N)."

You pull her panties and skirt down, leaving her sitting naked in your lap. She slips your cock inside of her pussy and begins to ride you, yet your mind begins to wander. A tape of you doing this very sort of thing is circulating the internet, yet here you are, doing it again less than a week after being demoted for the contents of that video.

"(Y/N)!" Paige moans loudly as she bounces on your thick cock. Her vagina feels so good, it makes you temporarily take your mind off of things. With your hands on her hips, you feel her pussy clench around your dick. She slams her ass down on your waist again and again until crying out in ecstasy, rocked by her orgasm.

"That was so good..." Paige sighs into your shoulder, finally recovering from her orgasm. Her arms are wrapped around your neck, and she occasionally kisses your neck.

"'Was'?" you reply, giving her ass a hard spank. She yelps in surprise, of course, especially when you slam her down on the couch and line your dick up with her pussy. You say cheekily, "Well I have to cum again, of course."

You thrust forwards, sending your dick to the back of her pussy with enough force to make her cry out. The couch creaks and rocks as you ram into Paige with everything you've got, and you focus on the helpless look on her face (and those perfect tits shaking).

"Paige-!" you moan as you cum again, blasting your load into her cunt. She coos as you empty your second load into her, and you rest against her once it's over.

"Feeling better, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah. By a lot."

"Good... are you sleeping with me tonight?"

"Is that even a question?"

You pick Paige up and carry her to her bedroom bridal style, placing her gently in her bed. You get comfortable next to her and pull the sheets over you, falling asleep with her snuggled against you.