"I'm pregnant (Y/N), and it's yours."

"Well that's just fuckin' groovy."

It's insane to think that once again you're facing the consequences of the encounters with your female friends, but at least this time there's a positive outcome. You're going to be a father to Becky's child; how bad could that really be?

"What should we do about it?" Becky asks, slipping her hand into yours. The two of you stand, and you share a light kiss with her in the middle of your kitchen. How romantic.

"I'm willing to put in the work if you are."

"So we're going to be parents?"

"That's the idea."

She squeals excitedly and kisses you again, but this time it's deeper. More passionate. You pick her up by the ass and carry her to your bedroom where Alexa is lying in bed awake. She pretends to ignore the two of you intensely making out next to her.

After a few minutes the two of you pull apart, and you fall asleep with Alexa curled up on your right and Becky on your left.

You head down to the kitchen holding Becky's hand, but the two of you split at the exit of the hallway. It's still hard to believe that she's really pregnant. It all felt like a dream last night, but reality is setting in.

In the middle of breakfast your phone begins to ring. It's Stephanie McMahon, and the mention of her name makes them all go silent. You put the phone on speaker and continue eating.

The second the line dies the table erupts with cheers and clapping. So sometimes karma does come around for the little guy. Alexa reaches up and kisses you, completing the moment. Well, almost. Becky decides that now is the time to announce her pregnancy, which takes all the attention from you and places it on her gut. The girls start barraging her with questions, and Alexa gives you a suspicious look. All you can do is shrug while grinning, and she rolls her eyes as you swoop in to kiss her again. Everyone made improvements today.

You climb into the limo where Becky, Alexa, and Liv are all waiting for you. Becky, being as important as she is to the company, basically just has to make a call and put it on WWE's tab. It's so unfair that she gives friends rides all the time. Currently it's her baby'a daddy and his practical girlfriend, not to mention that other blonde who's also obsessed with him.

Liv is the first one to speak, and she asks the question you've been dreading, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm terrified."

"Why? You're finally getting things together," Alexa says, kissing you lovingly on the cheek. If your life was any different this would probably upset Becky. However, considering your circumstances... she's more than glad to share you.

"I dunno... Becky's vacating her title tonight. How do I compete with that?"

"Ye won't need to. I'm getting attacked instead of just givin' it to Asuka."

"You asked them to change the plan, just for me?"

"I'm carrying yer kid in my gut, so yeah I pulled some strings."

Becky comes over, sits in your lap, and plants a wet kiss on your lips. As she snuggles into you, your eyes meet Alexa's. For once she doesn't look jealous. A tiny smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks at the two of you. She really is in love with you if she's willing to suck it up and let you be happy with Becky.

Once the limousine reaches the arena, the four of you get out and go your separate ways. Stephanie sent you a message the other day telling you to be here early because of your surprise return, but didn't give you indication of what you're going to be doing tonight.

You reach her office and knock on the door. You hear her yell for you to come in from the other side, so you enter and take a seat in front of her desk. The warm smile on her face is reassuring.

"So what am I doing here, Steph?"

"Well (Y/N), we're in a bit of an awkward situation with you. There are two sextapes and some pretty serious allegations out against you, not to mention the hell that followed. Luckily we managed to keep the whole thing with Candice quiet."

"I'm aware of all of this stuff. How is any of it relevant?"

"Showing your face outside your home is ballsy. Imagine what'd happen if you suddenly made a return to international television."

You raise your eyebrow and ask, "What are you proposing, boss?"

"You're going to return to team up with Randy like nothing happened. If you win your match you'll turn on him. That'll lead to a chain of events that puts you in a match against him for his WWE Championship."

"Why do I turn on him?"

"I'll tell you about your new character later, because it's definitely complicated. Just make it seem like the fans' disapproval pushes you over the edge."

"If you insist, but you'd better start booking my match now," I replied, winking at Stephanie as you stand up. She blushes in that girlish kinda way and you make your way from her office to your locker room. It's probably better to get ready early, right?

As you're about to get your ring gear on, someone knocks once and enters without waiting for a reply. Without even looking you turn away with the intent to undress, but it's very clear that whoever just came in wants your attention.

"So you're the man Becky won't shut up about," says a woman with a very familiar face. You slowly turn and stand face-to-face with Charlotte Flair, one of the most successful women in WWE history.

"Probably."

"So how many other women do you live with?"

"Straight to the point, eh? A few," you grumble. Though you can't see it her gaze follows you. "How do you know about that, anyways?"

"Your 'roommates', if you could even call them that, aren't good at keeping secrets," she replies, opening up her Gallery. She scrolls through pictures and screenshots of conversations proving that you were indeed staying with a house full of women... and most of it wasn't very kid-friendly.

All of it seems a little pointless, so you ask, "What do you want, Charlotte?"

"Oh, I don't want anything... well, except for you to know that I own this show. Everyone answers to me, got it?"

"And if I don't?" With all due respect to the Queen, she doesn't scare you. After what you had to endure from Candice LeRae, nothing does.

"I will make your life a living hell. You won't be fired, but you'll wish you were."

"Pfff, please. You don't have that much power," you scoff. She just wants you to fall in line; never in a million years could she ever do anything to you.

Charlotte seems to read your mind and replies, "Just wait, (Y/N). I'll show you after my match."

She beckons for you to follow her into the gorilla Becky and Alexa are waiting by the curtain, and they both smile at you when you walk up. They don't seem too thrilled with your company, though.

"Wish me luck," Charlotte purrs, flipping her pale blonde hair over her shoulder and walking through the curtain. Alexa rolls her eyes, but Becky just sighs defeatedly. Whoever wins this match is #1 Contender for the title, and everyone knows who's going to win.

Alexa goes next and without another word, but Becky grumbles angrily when it's her turn. You decide to take a seat and watch, thinking that this will be an entertaining show of athleticism. At least, it should be.

Too bad it isn't. Becky's voice is emotionless as she comments on the way that Charlotte dominates her smaller opponent. Hell, it's like Alexa's not even fighting back. She manages to get Charlotte into a corner and runs at her, only to be met by a boot to the face.

Alexa falls and Charlotte climbs the turnbuckles. The moonsault she delivers is so perfect that you want to vomit, but you save it for when Charlotte locks in her Figure 8. Alexa doesn't even last ten seconds in the hold before tapping out.

Becky looks longingly at Alexa as she enters through the curtain and walks straight into your arms. Instead of focusing on the onslaught that Charlotte's now delivering to Becky, you comfort Alexa by complimenting her good spots in the match.

Suddenly, a hand takes a hold of your wrist. You look up and there she is, the fight-fresh Queen herself. You apologize to Alexa as you're dragged away, but your friend seems to understand your helplessness in the situation. It's becoming increasingly clear that if Charlotte Flair wants something, she gets it without question.

She leads you into the most amazing dressing room ever. In one corner is a rack filled with whatever outfit she desires and a vanity mirror stocked with makeup that reminds you of Hollywood actresses. The rest of the room contains luxuries like a flat-screen TV, comfortable furniture, and her own private snack table. These weren't ordinary snacks, either. Instead of things like cookies or chips there was a fancy chocolate fountain with a multitude of things to dip, rare sushi, and expensive alcohols that even you couldn't name. This room has to cost a fortune to put together each week... and she does it on WWE funds?

Charlotte pushes you onto her couch and bends down to meet your eye level. Her face is a few inches from yours.

"I told you, I run this place. That being said..." she sits in your lap and kisses you, dominating your tongue without having to make so much as a suggestive move. She's just that good. "...a queen needs a king. Are you worthy enough to be my king?"

Without giving you a chance to answer she dives back in and continues to make out with you, peeling off your shirt to expose your muscular chest. She marvels at your ripped physique. "You certainly look the part, (Y/N)... but can you act the part? Win the championship and you can have everything I have..."

Once again she refuses to let you reply and presses her cool lips against yours, but this time her hands wander from your shoulders to your chest. Then from your chest her hands slide down to your abs. Finally, she's toying with the button of your jeans.

Charlotte slides down your legs and kneels in front of you on the floor as she releases your stiff cock from your underwear. The hungry way she gazes upon it makes you a little nervous.

"I gotta give you credit, (Y/N). I've never seen one this big before," she purrs, lovingly kissing the tip of your rod to tease you. For what seems like an eternity she kisses and gently strokes your dick, never going hard enough to even get you close to the edge. "Do you want me to suck you off, (Y/N)?"

"Please?" It comes out like a halfhearted question, but Charlotte smiles as she takes the first few inches of your cock in her mouth. She goes until about halfway, then comes back off without any trouble. You can see where she stopped from the saliva on your shaft, but that line disappears when she goes back down on you. This time, she takes more of you into her mouth.

This continues on for a few minutes until her head is bobbing along the entire length of your erection. Charlotte doesn't even seem fazed as she throats your cock, and all you can do is sit back and let the professional work her magic. You've probably said it before, but this is without a doubt the best blowjob you've ever gotten. Everything about it is perfect, from her cold lips and warm tongue to her quiet moans and the occasional glance upwards to make sure she's doing exactly what she thinks she's doing to you.

As you inch closer and closer to climax, one of your hands finds its way to the back of her head. It seems like she enjoys having you hold her head as she gobbles your cock.

"I'm close..." you groan, but you figure she already knew from the way you're twitching. Just before you burst she pulls away and lets jet after jet of hot cum cover her pretty face. She cleans herself off with a towel and stands in front of you again. This time she removes her pants and teases you by slowly removing her panties. Just before you can see her pussy, she pulls them back up.

"You haven't earned that yet," she whispers, climbing back into your lap. After a more few minutes of steamy kissing and touching, she speaks again, "Win that title, and you can have all of what I have... you can have all of me..."

And just like that she tells you to redress and leave. You do as you're told, but you're extremely confused. What the hell happened to the main roster when you went away? How did it go from a simple business to a sort of hierarchy?