Chapter 1

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Bloodlines

The electric energy of the post-SummerSlam Raw filled the air, as the arena buzzed with anticipation. The fallout from last night’s pay-per-view still had the WWE Universe talking, and at the center of it all were the reigning WWE Tag Team Champions — Chris Johnson and Logan Kenway. For six months, the brothers had reigned supreme, a force of nature in the tag team division. But as everyone in the WWE Universe knew, nothing lasts forever.

As the show opened, the crowd erupted with cheers as their theme music hit — a heavy, adrenaline-pumping riff that perfectly captured their intensity. The lights dimmed, and the arena was bathed in a dark red glow as the brothers made their way to the ring.

 The lights dimmed, and the arena was bathed in a dark red glow as the brothers made their way to the ring

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Leading the way was Chris Johnson, the elder of the two. Standing tall with an imposing physique, Chris was the powerhouse of the duo, his chiseled frame a testament to years of hard work and dedication. With a stoic expression and a fierce determination in his eyes, he wore the WWE Tag Team Championship belt slung over his broad shoulder like a badge of honor. Every step he took was deliberate, powerful, as if the ground itself trembled beneath him.

Behind him was Logan Kenway, the younger brother by just two years, but far from being overshadowed

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Behind him was Logan Kenway, the younger brother by just two years, but far from being overshadowed. Logan was leaner, more agile, and while his technical prowess in the ring was unmatched, it was his sharp wit and silver tongue that often stole the show. Logan was the one who could get under his opponents’ skin before a match even began, using words as effectively as any hold or counter. As he followed Chris to the ring, he adjusted his own championship belt around his waist, a confident smirk playing on his lips.

The crowd roared in approval as the brothers entered the ring, their presence commanding the attention of every fan in attendance. Logan grabbed a microphone first, his eyes scanning the crowd, feeding off their energy.

“Last night at SummerSlam,” Logan began, his voice smooth and confident, “we proved once again why we’re the best damn tag team in WWE. Six months, Chris — six long months of domination, and we’re just getting started.”

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