#thejudgmentday

“This seems like a lot for one night.” Danika murmured, as she gazed at the dress Rhea had tossed in her direction, the label made her squirm a bit. “Also, there is a lot of skin going on here.” It was a red number with cut outs. “Not that I mind showing skin, but like…” She trailed off, unsure. “This seems a lot more like a red carpet sort of dress, and I just had that photoshoot that got everyone talking about if I was pregnant or not…”

“Are you?” Rhea teased, as she made a move to rub her hand over Danika’s stomach.

“No, I’m not pregnant, that I know of.” Danika rolled her eyes, and shoved Rhea’s hands away. “Do you want me to be pregnant?” Danika cocked her head to the side.

“It would be the absolute worst time.” Rhea shrugged, “But we’ve established you make cute babies.”

“Oh my god, you're worse than the men.” Danika swatted at her, “Freaking breeding kinks all of you!”

Rhea openly snickered, “Dannni, you know you like being bred.” Rhea caught Danika’s hands as she started to swat at her again, and yanked her forward onto her lap, Danika didn’t even bother to put up a struggle, but did let out a exasperated sigh as Rhea snickered in her face, “Say it.” Rhea ordered, tightening her hold on Danika’s wrist where Rhea had forced her arms behind her back.

“Say what?” Danika asked, batting her eyelashes innocently.

Rhea leaned forward and bit her cheek, hard. “Say you like being bred.” Rhea whispered directly in her ear.

“Fuck, yes, Mami, I like being bred.” Danika whined, all the tension seemed to evaporate from her body.

Rhea twisted them, tossing Danika down onto the dress she’d originally wanted Danika to try on, before caging Danika in, by straddling the younger girls hips, and pinning her wrist above her head. The pair had been in their pajamas, which amounted to cropped t-shirts and underwear. Rhea bent over her, a smirk on her lips as she gazed down at her prey, “Say it again.”

“Mami-” Danika twisted slightly, “I like being bred.” She said it with a bit of defeat.

“Good girl.” Rhea shot forward and slotted their lips together, kissing her in a way that promised violence if she misbehaved, Danika melted, body going soft and limp under Rhea’s. “Such a good little brat.” Rhea hummed as she moved her lips down Danika’s neck, to her exposed collarbone. “Wanna play without the boys?” Rhea asked, seriously, as she gazed up at Danika, the younger nodded her head quickly, “Gonna learn how I take care of my mouthy little brats.” Rhea promised, even as she pushed both of Danika’s wrist into her left hand, pulling her right hand down to cup Danika’s chin, forcing her mouth open, Rhea slid two fingers into her mouth, and grinned as Danika immediately tongued at them and started to suck on them, “Gonna fuck you like I do Dom, sometimes.” She promised, “But not in here. I wanna fuck you in my bed.” Rhea pulled herself off of Danika, and yanked the younger woman up, tossing Danika over her shoulder, slapping her asscheek hard as she carried her out of the room and toward the room Rhea shared with Dominik. Danika let out a noise of protest at being manhandled. 

“Demi, please.” Danika wiggled in her grip, “Nails hurt.”

Rhea paused mid-step, Damian and Finn probably didn’t scratch and claw at Danika with pointed nails, “Ok, kitten.” Rhea loosened her tight grip, making sure her nails weren’t pressing as hard into Danika’s soft flesh. Danika let out a warm giggle, a muffled thank you, Mami sounded against Rhea’s side, even as she resumed her march across the bus. Rhea tossed her onto the bed Rhea and Dominik shared, “Strip.” Rhea ordered, watching as Danika hurried out of her layers. The boys were out with the kids at a trampoline park, the pets were seeing a local veterinarian to get their shots and grooming out of the way, she had maybe two hours to play with Danika.

“You're so obedient.” Rhea muttered, mostly to herself. Dom still had moments where he’d sort of question what was going on, but Danika (just like with Damian) had just melted into subspace with so much trust it made Rhea’s heart clench. For a moment she had to breathe, focus - what was Danika’s safe word, Damian had drilled it into them - it was Wesson, yes, ok. She smiled down at Danika, kissed her on the nose, and instructed, “Stay right here, I need to get stuff ready, ok?” Danika nodded her head quickly, “You can hold my shirt.” Danika liked to hold onto Damian’s shirt when she was in subspace, Rhea knew that from experience, so she hauled her pj shirt over her head and pressed it to Danika’s chest, the tiny woman curled her hands around it, brought it to her nose, and breathed in. If Rhea had thought Danika couldn’t be more of a turn on, she’d been wrong before. 

Rhea went to work then, dragging out the black rolling suitcase that housed her strapon, harness and various attachments. She didn’t want to hurt Danika, so she’d need to tone things down this time, but maybe someday she could work Danika up to one of her bigger dildos. Rhea tapped her chin thoughtfully, and went for a fairly normal sized eight inch long realistic dildo. Rhea stripped down herself, eager for skin on skin contact, as she attached the dildo to the harness, she wiggled the harness up her hips, secured everything where she needed it, then yanked Danika to where she wanted her down the bed, pulling her legs apart as she did, in one smooth motion she yanked the shirt free of Danika’s grasp, and caught her wrist again, pushing them above her head, making Danika’s back arch upward, Rhea bit at her bottom lip, before forcing her tongue into Danika’s mouth, the ever adorable little kitten met her tongue with kitten licks and moans. A smile pulled at Rhea’s lips, as she pushed Danika’s wrist together, and reached back into her metaphorical bag of tricks to grab a bit of silk rope, she tied Danika’s hands together above her head. Rhea moved her hands to cup Danika’s face for a moment, “Pretty kitten.” She purred, before pushing Danika’s chin down and spitting into her open mouth. 

True to what Danika liked, Rhea kept a hand loosely around her throat, and tweaked her nipples with her free hand, Danika kept her gaze on Rhea’s face, tongue darting out and licking the spit that hadn’t made it into her mouth off her cheek, Rhea smiled at how filthy Danika could become with just the right amount to pressure, Rhea careful of her nails, slid her free hand down Danika’s sternum, not digging in like she would normally remembering how sweetly Danika had asked her not to, before she twisted her wrist, and inched her hand down to cup Danika’s mound, “Look at you, cunt already sloppy wet from just a bit of rough attention.” Danika whimpered as Rhea squeezed her throat just a little, Rhea bit at her collarbone, as she pushed two fingers into Danika’s eager and tight little core, side stepping her clit completely. Damian might be sadistic, but Rhea knew exactly how to play a pussy like a well tuned guitar. She wasn’t gentle in the way she fucked her pointer and middle finger in and out of Danika, but did let up on her collarbones and chest, to capture her lips in a kiss once more. Danika was always greedy for kisses, Rhea had learned, the girl loved to make out, and would gladly do it for hours if that was an option, so Rhea rewarded her good behavior with dominating wet kisses, not caring one bit about how much saliva was going to end up on both their faces. 

“Mami?” Danika panted when Rhea pulled back, her pupils were blown wide, a flush on her cheeks and face, “Please?” Rhea grinned down at her, releasing the loose grip she had on Danika’s neck, and pulling her fingers free of the vice grip that Danika’s pussy had on her. Rhea flipped her over on her stomach, and nudged her legs apart again, she bent forward and bit both globes of Danika’s perky little ass, even as she reached for the lube in her bag of goodies, she coated the almost two inch thick dildo generously, before she pulled back the hickie she was leaving on the top of Danika’s right ass cheek, to pull her cheeks apart and gaze down at first her cute little asshole - they really should work on convincing Danika to let them fuck her ass - to her fluttering little hole, Rhea knee walked forward enough to line the tip of the dildo up, eyeing the way Danika’s body had tensed, then relaxed as the head of the silicon cock pressed the first couple inches into her. 

Rhea bent forward, sinking into Danika, to wrap her arms around Danika’s waist, and haul her upward to where she wanted her, Danika let out a shuttering gasp, as Rhea continued to guide Danika up and back onto the dildo. Once the whole of the silicone dick had disappeared into Danika’s tight body, Rhea grabbed a nearby pillow and shoved it under Danika’s hips to help her stay in the perfect position, before Rhea started kissing sweetly across her shoulders, brushing her long hair out of her way, so she could force Danika into another punishing kiss, Rhea rocked her hips backward, then surged forward, fucking into Danika roughly, the smaller girl yelped, but held herself as steady as she could, “Good girl, kitten.” Rhea whispered, even as she started rolling her hips a little more coordinated into Danika’s from behind, “Doing so good for me, want you to taste me when we are done.” Danika bobbed her head, agreeing instantly. Rhea set an even pace, if not aggressive. Rocking into then gently rolling out of Danika, until the younger girl was crying softly, and begging for release. Rhea flicked her gaze to the clock, she’d been fucking in and out of Danika for almost thirty minutes, and the girl had only just started begging - a whirl of positively filthy thoughts danced through Rhea’s head wondering if they ever got enough free time if the men would agree to taking turns fucking Danika along with Rhea, they’d probably have to convince Dominik…

“What do you want, kitten?”

“Wanna cum for you Mami.”

Rhea grinned, before sinking her teeth into Danika’s shoulder, hard enough she broke skin. Rhea felt the girl’s body tense, then tremble as she full on screamed. Rhea slowly eased out of her, followed by a gush of Danika’s cum, leaving a puddle on Dominik’s pillow and their comforter. Danika was shaking slightly even as Rhea hurried out of the harness, and hauled Danika into her arms, “Shh, I’ve got you.” Rhea wiped her eyes, as Danika’s body continued to shake in her arms, Danika pressed her face into Rhea’s neck and let out a weak little keening noise, her thighs were still clenching, and her stomach muscles were actively tightening, Rhea watched half amazed as another gush of cum dribbled out of Danika, this time against Rhea’s thighs. Rhea kissed at her lips, soft and sweet, wanting Danika to come down enough to drink something. Rhea had gatorade on the bedside table, once Danika could drink, Rhea helped her drink, and continued to rub soothing circles on her lower back. Danika sort of hovered for a few seconds, between worlds if Rhea were being poetic. Then, her eyes cleared enough that Rhea knew Danika was at least semi back with her. 

“Wanna taste you now, Mami.” Danika had a slight pout to her lips.

“Drink a little more, and then you can.” Rhea countered. Danika eagerly accepted a few more drinks before her pout was back in full brat mode, “Alright, little kitten, lay down, I’ll let you have what you want.” Rhea watched her shakily move to stretch out on the bed, careful not to lay in the wet (and now cold) puddle she’d left. At least it was laundry night, Rhea thought to herself, as she crawled over Danika’s body, knees bracketing Danika’s head, Rhea wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to this. The hungry way Danika craved pleasing them all. Danika held onto Rhea’s hips, soft as always, and hungrily licked between Rhea’s pussy lips, before nuzzling her clit, soft and sweet. Rhea groaned, Danika was a menace even when she was getting one off. Danika focused on Rhea’s clit, grazing her teeth over the sensative nub, before she’d suck hard enough Rhea let out curses, then she’d flatten her tongue against Rhea’s clit and lick downward, letting her tongue lick into Rhea’s core, Daniak’s little talented tongue would turn pointed and probing when she lapped at Rhea’s slit, as if she could fuck Rhea with just her tongue, and damn if Danika didn’t give it her best. 

“Just like that, kitten, flick my…er, yes.” Rhea drove her hips down, forcing Danika’s tongue deep inside her, “So good, kitten.” She promised, even as she raised up to let Danika breathe on her own again, Danika redoubled her efforts, focusing her talented tongue on Rhea’s clit, more than grazing her teeth against her sensative numb, almost fully biting her, when Rhea felt the pulls of her orgasm, between fucking Danika and the little brat alternating between biting her clit and sucking so hard on her clit it was borderline painful, Rhea came hard, with a shuttering, “DANI.” On her lips, as she pulled her now over-sensitive and pulsing clit free of Danika’s mouth, and pulled the girl into her arms to kiss her, tasting herself on Danika’s tongue and lips made Rhea grin into the kiss, before she was pulling back, “I need to clean your shoulder off, we might as well shower.” 

“My shoulder?” Danika looked at her confused, it was an adorable look.

“I brought blood when I bit you, Danika.” Rhea swiped her hand through the blood on Danika’s back then showed her. Danika’s eyes widened and her pupils seemed to dilate again before Rhea’s very eyes, “We don’t have time before the kids are back for me to fuck you again, sweetheart.” Rhea kissed her forehead, “Come on, let's get cleaned up, we still need to make lunch and figure out if you can wear that dress with your shoulder now sporting my bite mark.”

“I like when you and Damian and Finn leave marks on me.” She admitted, with a grin.

“You and Dominik are going to be the death of me, come on.” Rhea stood on still shaky legs, hauling Danika into a bridal hold and heading them for the bathroom. They could take a shower together, as far as she was concerned. They showered quickly, Rhea bandaged Danika’s shoulder, after she cleaned it out thoroughly because mouths were full of bacteria. Once Danika was dressed in shorts and a tank-top Rhea sent her to the kitchen, hoping the woman would make something yummy for dinner, while Rhea moved to strip her and Dominik’s bed, as well as clean up the multiple messes (starting with cleaning the dildo and harness), and pack everything not appropriate for small children to see away again. In her own t-shirt and shorts, she joined Danika in the kitchen about thirty minutes later. “I have to go pick the animals up from the vet, do you need me to pick anything else up?”

Danika exhaled, “You should probably pick up some pregnancy test, I know we were joking earlier, but…”

“But we aren’t always as careful as we should be.” Rhea kissed her lips, “I’ll get condoms, I know roughly how big everyone is, and I’ll get test.” She agreed before she kissed her again, “Whatever you're cooking smells good, mamacita, can you put my clothes in the dryer?”

“Sure, Dems.” Danika grinned at her, “See you soon?”

1. Prelude - Axiom gets a promotion

Axiom stood stock still staring down at the piece of paper he’d been handed by a member of the Creative team. Shawn AND Hunter wanted to see him. He was either getting fired or an opportunity worth his weight in the division. They were relatively close to the Draft so maybe, maybe, he was getting a call up to Smackdown. That would be nice. He wasn’t sure how he felt about moving away from the friends he did have in NXT but he didn’t want to disappoint anyone. Frowning, he hurried to find the office in the arena. 

Hunter and Shawn were both behind the desk, the pair looked up at him as he entered. “Axiom, glad to see you!” Shawn smiled, “We have a potential career advancement for you.” 

Well, that sounded better, “We want to bring you up to RAW, potentially.” Hunter explained, “We want to start you with a trial run with The Judgment Day.” That was not what he expected, he thought for a moment that Hunter had wanted him to join LWO, which, given his whole masked persona made sense. But nope, it was the Goths. Axiom cocked his head to the side, clearly confused. Hunter chuckled, “I know you were hoping for the LWO, but we think you’d be a great fit in Judgment Day.”

Axiom cocked his head to the side before he nodded his head, “Alright, I uh, ok.” He shrugged, “When do I start?” He asked softly, still a little confused, “And do I need to change my gear?”

Shawn chuckled, “You need to go with black gear, for now, we aren't sure if you will uh, get any TV time, but for the first two weeks we just want you traveling with them.” Shawn cleared his throat as he pushed a folder toward him, “These are the latest spending accounts for The Judgment Day, we know you are good with numbers, so we’d like you to review their spending accounts, and get back to us.” Axiom nodded his head as he took the binder, and headed back out of the office, with the sinking realization that he wasn’t performing tonight. 

2. Axiom reviewing the spending of the group

His first night ‘on the job’ Hunter wanted him to review everything the Judgment Day members bought regularly. He spent a long time highlighting different purchases that he felt were… odd. Thirty-three separate handcuff purchases, nineteen Mami collars, seven industrial bottles of lube, three rather odd industrial chain purchases for seven feet in length, what amounted to seventeen mini-feast in hotel rooms across America, and several purposes from a Leather Dom Shop, that after googling had him panicking about his apparently vanilla lifestyle and sex life. He flicked his gaze upward to see that this was only a monthly total of their accounts. What the hell had he agreed to?

3. Axiom asking about handcuffs

He slid into the outside seat on the flight, and looked between Dominik at the window and Rhea in the middle. “I have counted thirty-three handcuff purchases. I’ve reviewed the footage from recent RAW and SmackDowns, and you’ve only used three sets on television, exactly where are the other thirty.”

Rhea snatched the papers, and pointed at a singular purchase, “Bolt cutters.” She said things like that explained anything. Axiom gave her a long, patient look, she continued on, “We can’t seem to keep up with the keys, so like Dom and I will be… having a night in.” He was so relieved he was wearing a mask he could feel the flush on his cheeks, “And we like to play with the cuffs, but then I… uh, we can't find the keys.” 

“So you cut them off?” Axiom asked.

Damian leaned forward from behind them, “I once had to go to a Harbor Freight in the middle of the night to pick up those bolt cutters, because Rhea had his ass up, shoulders down, hands behind his back, naked, and couldn’t find the keys.” 

4. Axiom asking about Mami collars

He had tried to get Rhea to answer his questions but the woman was infuriatingly good at ducking him, Damian and Dominik had turned out to be openly sexual with no problems, so Axiom opted to go after Finn. “Hey, Irish?” Axiom caught the man by his arm - he hadn’t had a chance to really spend that much time with him. 

“What do ya need, lad?” Finn asked, clearly in a hurry.

“I’ve been going over the reports…” He indicated to the papers in his hands, “In the last thirty days you had to purchase nineteen different collars with MAMI on them?”

Finn gave him a rude look, “Look, buddy, you are welcome here, as you know, but there are some questions you shouldn’t ask-”

“I’ve watched the RAW and SmackDowns…” Axiom started, “And I’ve counted eight possible collars-”

Finn ran a hand down his face, clearly irritated, “Look, she breaks them, ok, either in the ring, or when she and Damian are playing, he tugs on our collars.” Axiom almost asked about the our but decided that he didn’t need that information, “When the letters pop off, it’s cheaper to replace the whole thing then the letters.”

Axiom felt his face flush under his mask, as he thought about his next words, “Ok, thank you… for that, should I be on the lookout for other collar purchases?”

Finn blinked, “No, mine is leather, and Dom’s is a cute little velvet thing. We have bells on ours, not our name.” With that the man turned and stalked away, leaving Axiom awkwardly bouncing from one foot to another. He thought about texting Hunter, because this was maybe getting out of hand - he couldn’t tell if they were being honest or not about these purchases. 

5. Axiom asking about industrial bottles of lube

Hunter had asked him to hurry up with the itemized reports. It was nine in the morning, a perfectly reasonable time to be up and out of bed, he’d knocked on the door multiple times, when no one had answered, he’d opted to go down to the front desk, and based on him being the ‘manager’ of the Judgment Day (at least on paper) he got a room key for the hotel room he thought belonged to Damian.

He should have listened harder, he adjusted his mask, slid the key card into the lock, and pushed the door open - Finn’s back was the first thing he saw, sweaty and muscled, as the man on his knees bounced up and down on Damian’s lap. It took a full minute for Axiom to connect the dots - Finn was riding Damian, the sheets pooled around Finn’s hips, “Fuck.” Damian hissed, as he caught sight of Axiom, pausing his hips, and sighing.

Axiom blinked rapidly, unsure for a moment, “Hey, Damo can I grab the-” Rhea paused as she emerged completely naked from the bathroom, “-lube.” She gazed at Axiom, “Are you joining? Did you invite another boy into the bedroom without asking me?” 

“Nope.” Finn and Damian said at the same time. Rhea shrugged her shoulders, stalked across the room and grabbed one of the seven industrial bottles of lube that Axiom had meant to ask about - there were strawberries and kiwis on the front label. “What are you doing, lad?” Finn asked, curious.

“Mami, I’m colllllld.” Dominik whined from what Axiom assumed was the bathroom.

“I’m coming Dom Dom, Axiom has a question.” Dominik loudly whined, Damian made a motion with his hand indicating that Axiom should ask his question. Rhea shifted her weight, “So?”

“Uh, I don’t need to ask, I can see what you use it for.” With that he quickly retreated, slamming the door, and rushing down the hallway to his own hotel room, he tossed himself into it, locked the door, and threw himself face down on the bed, screaming - why the hell did they all have to be naked and comfortable. 

6. Axiom asking about industrial chains

For once Axiom had managed to be the passenger rider in the ‘travel’ SUV. Finn and Rhea had both flown home to visit family, so right now Axiom was riding with Damian (who was driving) and Dominik who was stretched across the backseat, playing Candy Crush on his phone. “So, you know I’ve been reviewing what you, uh, collectively have been spending money on.” 

“Right.” Damian hummed, “Find something interesting?”

The way he said it made Axiom a bit worried, was there more interesting things in their past? Should he be looking at previous month purchases? What was this man about? He cleared his throat, adjusted his mask, when it had gotten so hot in here, “There were three purchases for industrial strength chains, seven feet in length… ordered over a three week period.”

“One was for hitting my dad, but Bunny got in the way.” Dominik offered, “One was for choking Finn, right Damian?” The man behind the wheel chuckled as he agreed, “And the third one was for tying me to the hotel bed in Vegas…” He offered, unbothered. 

Axiom blinked, “Who tied you to the bed? Was it consensual? And did Finn enjoy the choking?”

“Oh, I asked for her to tie me up, I like when she’s mean.” Dominik said with a shrug.

Damian was contemplative, “Finn couldn’t really complain between my dick down his throat and the chain around his neck…” Axiom promptly slammed his head against the window and let out a painful cry. This was not information he needed, a sufficient ‘bedroom usage and ring usage’ would have been fine. Damian and Dominik were both chuckling so hard he feared for their lives. 

7. Axiom asking about late night food orders - the whole group aftercare

There is no safe time - Axiom has decided - to talk to these sex crazed goths about anything, except on the flights. Even that has to be timed properly, because they disappear in odd intervals in pairs to the bathroom, and Axiom is fairly sure they have so many mile-high club points they could fly for free. Heathens. 

The four were mercifully tired out, so he sprung the next question, leaping half over the first class seats - “What is all the room service for, I just don’t understand!” He demanded. “Seventeen late night feast? You ordered everything, everything, off the menu in seventeen different hotels, at like three in the morning.”

“Aftercare.” Rhea offered, popping a cookie into her mouth - where had she gotten those?

“Aftercare.” He repeated, “Care to elaborate?”

Damian grinned, the grin that turned Axiom’s stomach, “Well after I fuck these three I need a steak and shrimp and a shit ton of fruit. I like whiskey, too, and sometimes some wine. Finn likes to get something hearty like soup, to get his energy back, Dominik is a chocolate fiend, and needs all the desserts, and Rhea likes all the salads and steals my fruits.”

Axiom blinked, “I’m sorry, could you run that back by me again, when you… seventeen nights in the last month you fucked all three of you're stable mates?” He felt his face heating up under his mask.

“Yeah, sometimes we do marathon sex.” Dominik popped a cookie in his mouth and shrugged.

“Marathon.. The other thirteen to fourteen nights what… do you sleep?” Axiom regretted the question as he asked it.

“We rotate.” Damian offered, “Every night I’m not keeping them up all hours of the night, we trade off by drawing our names out of a hat.” 

“A… hat.” Axiom slid back into his seat, his mind trying not to crack open like an egg. It wasn’t safe, he decided, to ask them questions whatsoever. Maybe he should just stop asking, wait for his week to be up, then go back to NXT, that seemed safer - he wasn’t sure if he wanted Damian’s attention on him or his body, the older man had turned to size him up with a crooked smile. “Interesting.” 

8. Axiom walking out of the bathroom only to find a stack of leather clothing, clearly just ordered

It was his last night, thankfully, thankfully, with the group. He had planned to tell Hunter and Shawn that he just couldn’t. He had locked his door, and had considered putting the desk against it - all four of the Judgment Day stable had increased their over the top flirting and touching of him since the discussion of late night orders, he knew for a fact there had been a feast the night before. He wrapped the towel around his waist, made sure his mask was in place - just in case, you could never be too sure - then he stepped out of his bathroom.

Neatly on his bed, wrapped in purple paper with a huge black bow was a gift box. He scanned the room and saw no one, his door was still shut, the curtains still pulled. He made sure the towel was properly around his waist, as he moved closer to the bed. A cute little note was on top:

Axiom, we are so glad you have decided to join us, as a thank you we got you some new duds, and your official scroll with your name on it to be added to our hat rotation, XOXO - TJD.

He dropped the note, letting out a deep shriek, “Noooo.” He wasn’t going to open it, he paced his room, but his curiosity got the best of him. With shaking hands he opened the top, inside was a new gear set which was admittedly nice, below that however, was a leather thong of sorts, with tassels hanging off of it, and additional leather straps, that seemed to do some sort of crossbody design. Under that was a collar with AXIOM embossed on the top, he wasn’t sure what noises he made, but he knew he prayed harder than he’d ever prayed in his life, he packed everything back up in the box, put the letter back, and hurried into his street clothes. He packed up quickly, and headed to check out before the others could miss him.

9. Axiom is done

“I appreciate you thinking about me for RAW or Smackdown, but I can’t do this anymore.” Axiom slammed his fist down on Hunter’s desk, “I can’t stand the thought of seeing one more naked body part, I don’t want to know what they purchase or why, and I don’t want to have to bleach my brian at least once a day to get over the fact that one of them has either overshared or announced a kink that I just can not…” Axiom slammed a bunch of papers down on the table, “They enjoy a strange life and I can’t…”

Hunter gazed down at the papers, “Damnit, I thought you’d like it, now I’m going to have to try JD…” 

Axiom twitched, “How many have you tried to put in the fifth position with the Judgment Day?”

“Oh you're number eleven…” Hunter sighed, “Seriously, I asked them to tone down the sex…”

Axiom opened his mouth, then promptly changed his mind. “I’m going back to NXT, at least I know what to expect in the Hellspace that is our parking lot…” He trailed off, as he slowly backed out of the door, bothered. 

10. Bonus

“Do you think Hunter is going to stop trying, now?” Dom asked, as he cuddled into bed with Rhea, Damian and Finn - the four were watching Lady and the Tramp in matching pajamas, under their black comforter, in the shared hotel room. Rhea had the popcorn balanced on her lap, while Damian was holding Dominik’s cup of milk.