You enter your old room and see Candice LeRae sitting in the windowsill. She turns her head to you and smiles before walking over.

"Carmella's gone. We end this now," you say, cracking your knuckles. Candice gives you one final kiss on the cheek before the two of you make your way to the living room. Charlotte and Bayley are sitting in there talking, and they turn to you.

"I was wondering when you'd show your face, (Y/N)," Charlotte announces in a snarky manner, standing up. Bayley follows her lead and stands right behind her. They are already prepared for a fight.

"It's just us, Char. Carmella's gone," you say, raising your fists. Charlotte laughs as if she thinks it's funny that you wanna kick her ass. Whether you're a guy or not, she's had it coming for a long time now.

"Oh, I counted on it. That's why I enlisted the help of someone familiar with both of you..."

"What's up, fuckers?" says Johnny Gargano as he emerges from the shadows. He's got a bit more of a glow to him, like he's been living the life. The way Bayley looks at him in disgust gives you an idea of what's been going on.

"Johnny?! What made you join with Charlotte?" Candice says, sounding slightly hurt. After all, she is still his wife.

"She offered me a lot in return for having her back..." he grins, kissing Charlotte on the cheek and winking at Bayley, who blushes and turns away. Charlotte turns and plants a passionate kiss on his lips to show you that she gives zero shits about you... as if you ever cared about her. Candice pretends to vomit as he continues, "but I guess neither of you would know about that."

"Once we found out what was wrong with Candice, I fucking called you twice and left double that many texts. You walked out on us, dickhead!" you yell angrily. Tensions are running high, and Charlotte seems to be over the conversation.

"Babe, you and Bayley take out (Y/N). Candice is mine," she orders, and her two allies rush forward to attack. You immediately push Bayley backwards, and she rolls over the coffee table. Johnny, on the other hand, knocks you down and begins to continuously stomp on you until you roll away. When he goes to grab you, you punch the back of his knee and cause it to buckle. You bring him down to the ground and smash his face against the floor twice. Johnny's out cold; only two to go.

However, you turn just in time to see Bayley swinging a vase at you. It connects with the side of your head and shatters, causing you to crumble in a heap. A few seconds later your eyes flutter back open and you see a blurry scene of Charlotte and Bayley pummeling Candice. Even though you're disoriented and unfit to fight, you make it up to your feet and stumble over to assist your friend.

Charlotte turns to you with a smile, realizing the same thing you've just figured out: you lost. She grabs you by the throat and shoves you onto the couch, forcing you to sit and watch as they continue beating Candice down.

Suddenly, another blurry feminine figure emerges and swings something at Bayley (you can only tell it's her by her dark hair) and knocks her down. Charlotte yells out in surprise, but the mystery woman takes her out as well. She then helps up Candice, and they both come over to you.

"He's bleeding a lot. We need to get him out of here," Candice says, and the other woman murmurs in agreement. Each of them wraps one of your arms around their shoulders and carries you out, and you drift to sleep as you get outside. As far as you can tell, the fight was won. Candice orders, "Take Charlotte's car, Dana. I'll wrap things up here."

Dana? Like, Dana Brooke? You thought she left, but apparently she came back for you. Neat. The women load you into the passenger seat and Dana begins to drive off as you pass out.

...

...

You remember being taken to the hospital, but everything after that is hazy. The next time you're truly conscious is lying in your own bed at home, a few days later. Your eyes open slightly, and you sit up enough to look into your mirror. You've got a few bruises, a couple of cuts, and of course the stitches in the side of your head. Bayley smashing the vase against your head created a gash so big it needed 16 stitches. Who knows, maybe it'll look dope once it's healed?

As you're checking yourself out in the mirror, Candice walks in. She's also worse for wear. Her forehead has stitches and she's got her fair share of bruises, but beyond that she seems okay. You do notice that she slightly nurses her midsection.

"Glad to see you're functioning," she says happily, sliding into bed next to you. You pull her head closer and passionately kiss her, and she happily returns the favor. After couple minutes of making out, she climbs into your lap and pulls away from the kiss. Candice jokes, "Maybe you're not functioning."

"I am, it's just... I feel like I owe you. You had my back when we faced Charlotte," you say, thinking back to the fight. Sure, the two of you ended up getting your asses kicked, but she got beat down for you. She wouldn't have fought Charlotte for any other reason except to help you, and that's some of the most dedication anyone has ever shown you.

"After everything that's happened between us, I'd say we're nearly even... but I think I owe you just a little bit more..." Her tone is suggestive and her expression is devious.

"Oh yeah? And how do you plan to pay off your debt?" You're liking where this is going.

"Mmm... baby, I think you already know..." she purrs, planting a tender kiss on your neck. You arches your hips, and she pulls your underwear down and off. A smile spreads across her face as she sees your member standing at attention for her. Candice slides down your legs and lays on her stomach front of you as you sit up, still grinning at you. You moan quietly as she begins to jerk you off. Those soft hands feel amazing stroking your big dick.

She strokes you off for a few minutes, but you can tell she wants more. So much more. She looks up at you and begins to suck on your balls, alternating between them while continuing to rub your shaft. Normally you aren't that into that kind of thing, but Candice makes it look really fucking hot.

"You ready, baby?" she whispers, then licks the length of your cock. You nod with a grin, and she takes the tip in her mouth and starts to suck on it. You can only manage to relax against the bed frame and let her do her thing, especially when she descends your length. This girl has to have been practicing or something, because this is the best blowjob you've ever gotten. I've said that several times, but this time I'm for real. She's blowing you like one of the top porn stars; it looks hot as hell and feels even better.

After only a couple minutes, you hold her head and groan loudly as you shoot a fresh load of cum right into her mouth. She swallows it in a couple gulps and smiles up at you in satisfaction.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asks as you turn her around onto her back and line up with her threshold.

"You tell me." You pin her arms to the mattress and she wraps her legs around your waist, waiting impatiently for you to give her what she's been craving.

"Please, baby..." she begs, biting her lip in anticipation. God, that's irresistible. You slide into her wet snatch, going slow to fit as much of yourself into her as possible. When you reach the back of her vagina, you're nearly all the way to the hilt inside her. The moan she gives off is like music to your ears, but what comes next is about to be a whole concert. "Fuck me, (Y/N)..."

Those three words are all you needed. You start off harder than she expected, causing a surprised moan to escape her lips. For the next several minutes, your hips operate like a jackhammer, mercilessly driving your big cock into her pussy. Her moans gradually increase in volume, and by the time you can notice her orgasm building, the entire house can likely hear her. As if she cares, though; she's probably having the best (consensual) sex of her life right now.

"Ohhh Goddd... fuck... please baby, make me cum...!" With a cry of pure pleasure, Candice arches her hips and cums, her entire body being overtaken by an intense orgasm. You simply continue to pound her snatch, knowing that your second load isn't too far off. Once she comes down from her orgasm, she relaxes and stares up at you with stars in her eyes. "Let me be on top, (Y/N)..."

You roll over and allow her to ride you, and you're pleasantly surprised that she has enough juice left to do it properly. She leans down and kisses you, so you wrap your arms around her lower back and make out with her. Eventually, one of your hands wanders down to her ass and gropes it, even occasionally giving her juicy ass cheek a nice spank.

After a few more minutes of this, you're nearly ready to cum again. She seems close again as well, so you thrust into her in time with her current pace. Candice breaks away from the kiss to scream your name as she cums again, but you pull her back down and kiss her as you erupt into her cunt.

"Are we even now, (Y/N)?"

"Man, I dunno... it might take a little more than that."

"Well, come see me when you want your next payment." With that, Candice gets up, redresses, and leaves. It won't be long before someone comes looking for you, so you also put some clothes on.

And, as you figured, someone comes in as soon as you're finished.