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The arena hummed with that electric energy that only Monday Night Raw could deliver, but backstage, the atmosphere in the Judgment Day locker room was thick with tension thick enough to choke on.
Liv Morgan stood in the center of the room, her injured shoulder still wrapped though the doctors had cleared her, her eyes scanning the faces of her stablemates—Finn Bálor, JD, Dominik Mysterio, and the woman standing slightly apart from the rest, wearing the black and purple Judgment Day colors like she'd been born in them.
"Someone want to explain to me," Liv said, her voice deceptively soft, dangerous in its calm, "why nobody thought to mention that we have a new member? While I was rehabbing my shoulder in Florida, recovering from surgery, you all decided to hold open auditions?"
Roxanne Perez stepped forward, her dark hair pulled back in a tight ponytail that emphasized the sharp angles of her determined face. She was young—barely twenty-two—but she'd already held championship gold, and the fire in her eyes said she wasn't about to be intimidated by Liv's reputation for chaos.
"It wasn't like that," Roxanne said, her voice steady. "I approached them. I wanted in. I proved myself while you were gone, Liv. I earned this."
"You earned this?" Liv laughed, but there was no humor in it. She stalked closer to Roxanne, circling her like a predator sizing up new prey. "You think a few wins against some enhancement talent means you understand what Judgment Day is? You think wearing the colors makes you family?"
"Liv," Finn started, but Liv held up a hand, silencing him without even looking his way.
"I don't trust you," Liv said directly to Roxanne, stopping inches from her face. She was shorter than the younger woman, but she carried herself like she towered over her. "I don't know you. And I sure as hell don't appreciate coming back to find out decisions were made about my family without me."
Roxanne didn't flinch. If anything, she leaned in closer, close enough that Liv could smell the coconut shampoo in her hair, could see the flecks of gold in her brown eyes. "Then get to know me. Let me prove it."
"Prove it how?" Liv scoffed. "By being a good little soldier? By taking orders? This isn't the military, Roxanne. This is Judgment Day. We don't just follow—we dominate. We destroy. We take what we want."
"Then let me show you," Roxanne said, her voice dropping to something intimate, challenging. "Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I'm yours."
The locker room had gone quiet. JD and Dom had found reasons to be elsewhere, and Finn lingered at the door, watching the confrontation with the calculating eyes of a general watching his soldiers. When Liv didn't dismiss her immediately, he nodded once and slipped out, leaving them alone.
Liv studied Roxanne's face, searching for deception, for the weakness she was sure had to be there. But all she saw was hunger—a desperate, aching need to belong that Liv recognized because she'd felt it herself once, before she'd built this family with her own blood and sweat.
"You want to prove loyalty?" Liv asked, her voice dropping to a whisper that vibrated with something other than anger now. "Real loyalty? That's not something you show in the ring, Roxanne. That's something you show when no one's watching. When there's no cameras, no crowds, no referees."
Roxanne's breath hitched. She understood the shift in the air between them, the way the tension had transformed from antagonistic to something charged, electric. "I'm not afraid of you, Liv."
"You should be," Liv murmured, but she was smiling now, that dangerous, beautiful smile that had made her the most unpredictable woman in WWE. Her hand came up, fingers tracing the line of Roxanne's jaw, feeling the younger woman shudder at the touch. "But you're not, are you? You're excited."
"I want this," Roxanne admitted, her composure cracking to reveal the raw need beneath. "I want to be part of this. Part of you. Whatever that means."
Liv's fingers slid into Roxanne's hair, gripping tight, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Then you're going to have to work for it. On your knees."
The command sent a visible shiver through Roxanne's body, but she didn't hesitate. She sank to her knees on the concrete floor of the locker room, looking up at Liv with those wide, worshipful eyes, and Liv felt a surge of power and desire that had nothing to do with championship gold and everything to do with possession.
"Look at you," Liv breathed, circling her slowly, admiring the view. Roxanne in her Judgment Day gear—black shorts, purple accents, knee pads, boots—kneeling for her, submitting to her. It was better than any victory Liv had ever had. "So eager. So desperate to please. Is this what you imagined when you decided to join us, Roxanne? Did you fantasize about this moment?"
"Yes," Roxanne whispered, the admission torn from her like a confession. "I watched you. Before. I saw how you moved, how you took control. I wanted... I want you to teach me. Show me how to be what Judgment Day needs."
Liv stopped in front of her again, her fingers going to the waistband of her own ring gear, peeling down the tight fabric slowly, deliberately. "Then learn," she said simply.
Roxanne didn't need further instruction. She leaned forward, her hands coming up to steady Liv's hips as she pressed her mouth to the heat of her, tasting her for the first time with a groan that vibrated through Liv's core. Liv's head fell back, her hand tightening in Roxanne's ponytail, guiding her, setting the pace.
"That's it," Liv encouraged, her voice rough with arousal. "Show me how bad you want this. Show me you'll do anything."
Roxanne was enthusiastic, almost frantic in her devotion, her tongue working with a skill that made Liv wonder just how long she'd been fantasizing about this moment. She licked and sucked with abandon, like she was starving for it, like Liv's pleasure was the only thing that mattered in the world.
"Fuck," Liv gasped, her knees weakening as Roxanne found a rhythm that made sparks dance behind her eyelids. "You really are desperate, aren't you? Desperate little girl, trying so hard to impress me."
Roxanne moaned against her, the sound desperate and muffled, and the vibration sent Liv over the edge faster than she'd expected. She came with a sharp cry, her hips bucking against Roxanne's face, holding her there, using her until she was finished.
But Liv wasn't done with her.
She pulled Roxanne up by her hair, dragging her to her feet and spinning her around, pressing her face-first against the locker room wall. "You think one orgasm buys you loyalty?" Liv growled in her ear, her body pressed flush against Roxanne's back, her hands roaming possessively over the younger woman's body.
"No. Loyalty is earned every day. Loyalty is giving everything. Is that what you're prepared to do? Give me everything?"
"Yes," Roxanne panted, her cheek against the cool metal, her body trembling with anticipation. "Anything. Everything. Please, Liv."
Liv's hands slid down, finding the waistband of Roxanne's shorts and tearing them down her thighs. She was wearing nothing underneath, and Liv made a satisfied sound at the discovery. "So ready for me. Were you hoping for this? Planning for it?"
"I hoped," Roxanne admitted, her voice breaking as Liv's fingers found her, slick and hot and ready. "God, Liv, please—"
"Please what?" Liv teased, circling her entrance with maddening patience, making Roxanne squirm against her. "Say it. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want you inside me," Roxanne begged, her dignity forgotten, her pride surrendered. "I want you to fuck me, Liv. Please. I need you. I need you to trust me. Let me be yours."
The words seemed to unlock something in Liv. She pushed two fingers into Roxanne without warning, earning a sharp cry that echoed off the lockers. Roxanne was tight, gripping her fingers like she never wanted to let go, and Liv began to move, thrusting deep and hard, claiming her with every stroke.
"Mine," Liv whispered, her teeth grazing Roxanne's shoulder, leaving marks that would be visible tomorrow, branding her. "If you're going to wear these colors, you're going to be mine. Do you understand? My property. My soldier. My girl."
"Yes," Roxanne sobbed, pushing back onto Liv's hand, chasing the pleasure, desperate for more. "Yours. Only yours. Please, don't stop. Harder, Liv, please—"
Liv gave her harder, adding a third finger, stretching her, filling her completely. Her other hand came around to find Roxanne's clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles that had Roxanne's legs shaking, her nails scratching against the metal lockers.
"Come for me," Liv commanded, her voice a velvet whip. "Show me you mean it. Show me you're worth keeping."
Roxanne shattered with a scream that Liv was certain could be heard in the parking lot, her body convulsing around Liv's fingers, her release flooding over Liv's hand in waves that seemed endless. Liv held her through it, murmuring praise in her ear, keeping her upright when her knees threatened to buckle.
When Roxanne finally went limp, Liv turned her around gently, cradling her face in her hands. The younger woman's eyes were glazed, her lips swollen, her hair a mess from Liv's rough handling. She looked beautiful. She looked like she belonged.
"Welcome to Judgment Day," Liv said softly, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to Roxanne's forehead. "But remember this moment. Remember who you belong to now. Because if you ever betray me, if you ever prove that I was right not to trust you... there won't be anywhere you can hide."
"I won't betray you," Roxanne promised, her voice hoarse but fierce. She caught Liv's hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I'm yours, Liv. Completely. Let me prove it every day. Let me show you what I can be for you."
Liv smiled, that dangerous, beautiful smile, and pulled Roxanne into a deep, claiming kiss that tasted like submission and promise. When they finally broke apart, Liv adjusted Roxanne's disheveled gear with surprising gentleness, fixing her shorts, smoothing her hair.
"Come on," Liv said, taking her hand. "We've got a show to steal. And Roxanne? From now on, you don't make a move without me. We clear?"
"Crystal clear," Roxanne agreed, squeezing her hand.
As they walked out of the locker room together, fingers intertwined, Liv felt the weight of her suspicions lifting—not completely, but enough to let hope in. Maybe Roxanne was exactly what Judgment Day needed. Maybe she was exactly what Liv needed.
And if she wasn't... well, Liv had always enjoyed making examples out of people who disappointed her. But as she glanced at the woman walking beside her, at the devotion burning in those dark eyes, she had a feeling she wouldn't need to.
Roxanne Perez had chosen her side. And Liv Morgan intended to make sure she never regretted it.