You and Becky are discussing what it's like for her to not be able to wrestle. She hates it, mostly because it's all she's really ever known. Once the kid is born, she'll be looking for her first chance to get back into the ring.

"I do miss watching you wrestle," you admit, smiling a little when you see the suspicious look she gives you.

"Is it my wrestling or my body?"

"Who says it can't be both?" You grin widely, and Becky rolls her eyes. She hugs you before walking off, and you go to your locker room. On your bag is a hand-written note.

I'll be watching closely tonight when you team up with Randy. Don't disappoint me and I'll make good on my promise to you, (Y/N)

Love, Charlotte

"Is that from Charlotte?" asks someone from behind you. You turn to face Bayley, the hugger. She looks at the note in your hand, then up at the expression on your face. "What? You're not the only one she messes with around here."

"Fair. How can I help you?"

"I have a friend who'd like to meet you. She can explain what she needs from you better than I can," she says, biting her lip uncertainly. It's beginning to sound like you don't want to meet this mystery woman. Then again, is it you that thinks that... or is it Charlotte? Damn, she's in your head already.

"Okay... when do I meet her?" you ask as you begin to put your gear on. Bayley shyly averts her eyes when your pants come off.

"After your match, once Charlotte's through with you," she mumbles, her gaze returning now that your ring gear is on and secure.

"Cool. Just come find me."

The referee raises yours and Randy's hands in victory, but you push him aside and start absolutely taking it to your tag partner. Within a matter of moments you have him down and unconscious. The fans boo you some more, but you yell at them and make sure they know that this is all their fault.

After making sure you've got your point across, you storm back up the ramp and through the curtain. Surprise surprise, Charlotte is the first one to greet you. She pulls you off to the side where no one can see the two of you and presses her body against you. Your lips meet, but it's not a kiss you're really sure about. This relationship with her is forced and weird... even being with Liv feels more natural than this.

"You're one step closer to me," she whispers, gently biting your neck. Though you try to remain silent you can't help but groan quietly at what she's doing to you. "Just imagine everything we'll be together... just don't fuck that match up..."

"Charlotte, doesn't it seem a little forced?" you ask, gently pushing her away. She looks at you with confusion, then her faces loses all emotion.

"Watch how you speak to me. Remember what I told you last week."

"Whatever," you mumble, watching her walk off. A few minutes later Bayley comes along and takes you to the parking lot. She tells you where to meet her and that her friend will explain everything, then hops into her car and drives away. You're not so lucky.

"What are you two doing together?" asks Dana Brooke, a woman you don't know much about. The fact that she's being so nosy makes you suspicious. Is she working with Charlotte?

"Why would you like to know? So you can go tell Charlotte?"

"Please. I mean nothing to her."

"So then what do you want, Dana?"

"I want what Charlotte has, and you do too. If you tell me whatever Bayley and her friend are going to tell you, we can use it against Charlotte. We can rule Raw side-by-side... or I can tell her you're conspiring against her."

"Fine, I'll think about it." It doesn't seem like you've got much of a choice, do you?

"Think fast. I'm very impatient," she replies as you get into your car. You drive away, your eyes locked on her menacing figure through your rearview mirror. What the hell are you getting roped into? You came back to wrestle; you wish that they would all just leave you alone, but that ship has sailed. The minute Charlotte gave you her personal attention you were fucked.

You arrive at the location Bayley gave you, and it's someone's house. Bayley is waiting for you, smoking a cigarette as you pull into the driveway. The cigarette has been stomped into the ground and kicked aside before you're even out of the car.

"Thanks for coming," she says, giving you a halfhearted hug, "I'm sure this is the last thing you want to get roped into, but she asked for you specifically."

Instead of replying you motion for her to lead. She knocks on the door with a very specific pattern, and the door opens. The person lets you inside, and you learn who this mystery woman really is: Sasha Banks. She leads the two of you to the living room, but tells Bayley to fetch drinks for everyone.

"So you're (Y/N)... the one that makes all the ladies swoon," she says aggressively, and suddenly the compliment doesn't seem like such. Her aggressive manner is causing you to wonder what she could possibly want. Is she going to ask you to off someone?

"So I've been told," you reply, relaxing into the couch and narrowing your eyes. Bayley returns with a bottle of wine and three glasses. Sasha quietly thanks her and goes to pour some for each glass. Her eyes never leave yours, but she doesn't spill and gets a pretty equal amount in each one.

Sasha puts the bottle down and raises a glass to her lips. After a small sip she asks, "I'll get straight to the point: Can I trust you, (Y/N)?"

"Probably." You haven't touched your glass yet, despite knowing that it's perfectly okay to drink it. Something about this situation seems weird. Whatever she wants you to do is important,

"Good. I need people I can trust if we're going to overthrow that bitch."

"What's the beef with Charlotte about?"

"We figured out how to take over Raw together, but once we'd done it she turned on me and kicked me out. I want her to suffer," she says quietly, her eyes leaving you for the first time and instead focusing on her half-empty glass of wine. She finishes her though, "I've heard you're great at manipulating people, is that true?"

"So that's where I come in. You want me to earn her trust," you infer. This plan is sounding more and more insane by the minute. A lot of thought has definitely been put into it, but how could it possibly works.

"No. I want you to win her love. She's not manipulated easily, but then again... neither are Alexa or Becky. I've seen just how crazy for you they are. Hell, Becky's pregnant with your kid right now." You open your mouth to retort, but what can you say to refute that? It wasn't that hard to make either of them fall for you; would Charlotte really be that easy?

"How do you propose I do that?" you ask, suddenly intrigued. Sasha seems to know that she has you wrapped around her finger now. It might be an insanely dangerous challenge, but it still is a challenge. Past events show you're not very good at refusing those.

"All the pieces are in place for you. Win the WWE Championship like she asked, then act your part."

"Sasha, this is crazy. She would probably kill me just for talking to you."

"I promise it's not for nothing. Let me prove I'm worth your time," Sasha purrs, standing up and taking you by the hand. She pulls you into the kitchen and forces you against the wall. Her lips press against yours, and your hands explore her curvy body as you make out with her. When her lips aren't enough to satisfy your craving for her, you press her back against the table.

She lets you grope her body and remove her clothes. Soon she's wearing nothing but some sexy underwear. Either she had other plans tonight, or she was planning on fucking you whether or not she needed to prove her worth to you.

"Becky couldn't shut up about how good you are..." Sasha whispers as you fondle her covered tits. Finally, she pushes you away and kneels in front of you. Off come your pants, and her eyes light up at the sight of your half-mast erection.

She takes your cock in her hands and jacks you off while talking dirty to you. Eventually she takes it in her mouth and sucks you off, swirling her tongue around your thick shaft. Her eyes never leave yours as she bobs her head back and forth over your length.

"Sasha..." you groan, your face contorting as you hold your load back. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she holds her hands behind her back. You groan as you force her all the way down your cock. You moan her name again and shoot your seed right down her throat.

Sasha comes off of you and breathes heavily, grinning as she wipes her mouth. You stand her up and take her by the waist with the intent to turn and fuck her against the table, but she has other ideas.

"Maybe a warning next time? I love letting guys cream on my face... it makes them think they're in charge..." she begins, tucking some loose hair behind her ear. "But you know who the real boss is here, right?"

"Of course, Sasha," you reply, wrapping your arms around her lower back when she sits, pulling her closer to you. Her warmth is comforting, but then again so are her boobies. Sasha's waist slide across your standing member, flattening it against you. As soon as she notices it she grinds her pussy lips back and forth over the underside of your shaft. The sensation of her wet folds sliding back and forth tempt you to cum again.

"Make me scream, (Y/N). Make Bayley so jealous that she'll be dying to come in here and get some of this dick before I tire you out." Sasha nips at your ear, letting you raise her hips and push inside her. A shaken breath escapes her lips as her walls stretch to accommodate your girth. Considering all the game she's been talking, you figured she would be used to such big cocks. She lifts up and falls again, but isn't taken aback like she was before. The confident smile returns to her face, and she begins to ride you.

The chair groans under the strain of sex happening on top of it. Your hands find their way to her hips and grope her ass while she bounces on your waist. She giggles after a particularly big moan.

"Mmm... she must be squirming right now," she whispers, grinning devilishly before letting of an exaggerated moan. You thought that would be the end of it, but about 30 seconds later she moans again, begging loudly for you to fuck her even harder.

"Is that really necessary?"

"She'll practically beg for you to rail her next time you meet." With that Sasha starts going even harder, slamming her round ass down on you with every thrust. Those loud moans aren't even fake anymore; not often do girls lose control like this, but it's incredibly hot when they do. Especially when they reach orgasm, like Sasha has. She moans into your shoulder and squirts all over your cock, then stops. You're okay with being done there, but she isn't.

"Use me, (Y/N). Use me like a little fuck toy and finish inside me," she demands, kissing you deeply on the lips. You pick her up and slam her against the wall, causing her to giggle slightly. Her legs wrap around your back as you continue on.

As you fuck Sasha, you begin to hear noises from the other room. Is that... moaning? A thought creeps into your head, so you carry Sasha back into the living room and lay her down on the couch. Bayley scrambles to pull her pants back up, blushing deeply as she watches you pound Sasha's pussy right across from her.

Eventually, she doesn't even care anymore. Bayley openly plays with herself while she watches you rail her best friend. Speaking of which, you're getting close to your second climax. Sasha already came a second time too, but it wasn't as Earth-shattering as the first one.

She pulls your head down and whispers into your ear, "Cum in me..."

That was all it took. With a loud groan that could have made Sasha's exaggerated ones blush, you erupt into her waiting cunt. Bayley also cums, and she immediately redresses afterwards. You, on the other hand, are lazy when it comes to getting your clothes together. Mostly because they're in the other room, but partly because Sasha wants to continue making out.

Finally, once everyone is situated, Sasha asks, "So are you going to help me?"

"I guess." Ultimately, it will probably be better having Sasha at the top than Charlotte, but you'd rather it be that none of the talent have all the power. After all, that's the way things are supposed to be. No one should be able to sleep their way to the top.

BEFORE ANYONE SAYS ANYTHING, you never slept your way into anything. Lana slept you out of a title match, then gave you one to make up for it. Oh, and it's hardly your fault that Stephanie McMahon wants your dick. That first kiss was just as much her as it was you.

"Good... I look forward to 'working' with you in the future. Bayley will see you out."

Once the door is shut, Bayley grabs you by the collar of your shirt and stares directly into your eyes. The emotion in her gaze is a little unclear, and just when you think she might deck you she presses her lips firmly into yours.

"You'll call me?" she asks gently, letting you go. You nod, but you can't promise when that call will be. A nagging at the back of your head keeps saying that things are about to be fucked, and they might not un-fuck themselves again for a long time.