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In a closet, Swerve and Jey argued, voices low and furious. "You think you pinned me?" Swerve hissed. Jey shoved him against the wall. "Shut up and take it."
Clothes tore. Bodies collided. Swerve on top first, then Jey flipping him, pounding hard. Hate turned to moans, no lines left between face and heel.
Trainer's room. Toni and Liv, ice melting on skin. Toni's fingers trailed down Liv's thigh. "You like it rough, don't you?" Liv smirked. "Show me."
Lips met. Tongues tangled. Rhea walked in, eyes dark. She joined, hands everywhere, three bodies grinding, moans filling the dim light. Pure filth.
The invasion failed. But the real conquest was just starting.
Next Raw, AEW came back swinging. Kenny Omega, Mercedes Mone, Daniel Garcia, all in. They hit the stage, pyro popping, Omega sneering about WWE being yesterday's news. "We're the elite."
Heyman on the tron. "My Tribal Chief has spoken." Roman and Solo ambushed. Omega speared through a table. Moné RKO'd. Garcia powerbombed. Crowd lost it, "WWE" chants drowning everything.
Backstage, the fire burned hotter.
Omega and Seth in a hallway stare-down. "Visionary my ass," Omega spat. Rollins grabbed him by the throat. "I'll show you vision."
They crashed into a room. Omega on his knees, sucking Seth deep. But then Omega flipped him, pinning him down, fucking him slow and hard until Seth was begging. Role reversal. Seth taking it like he was born for it.
Gym. Mercedes and Rhea sparring. Punches turned to grabs. Mercedes dropped to her knees, tongue working. Rhea groaned, then flipped her, scissoring hard. Tiffany Stratton walked in, biting her lip. "Don't stop on my account."
Three-way. Bodies slick, moans echoing. Mercedes between them, Rhea and Tiff taking turns owning her.
Parking lot. Hangman and Cody arguing old wounds. "You abandoned us," Hangman growled. Cody shoved him against a car. "I came back to take what's mine."
