-Caleb's POV-
"So we're attacking our own guys now?" Bayley asks from the back of the van. SmackDown is in Iowa tonight, so I got a buddy of mine to lend me his sleek black van for the show.
"Correction: Raw is our guys. SmackDown's just as much of the enemy as AEW," I say, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. Attacking another company is one thing, but attacking our OWN is something completely different. Bayley is kinda right, we are attacking our own, in a way.
I back the van into the ambulance loading bay, and I become aware of cameras filming the back doors.
"Masks on, jumpsuits zipped... GO GO GO!"
We all file out of the back of the van, and Alexa and I shut the doors. We all head off to go wreak havoc, upturning anything in our way. Tables are flipped, chairs are thrown, and Finn even scatters an important pile of papers.
Superstars attack us, and we've eventually created a pile of the guys we just knocked out.
"Seth, you take charge. Find the rest, take them down. ABSOLUTELY NO MERCY. I'll meet you in a bit."
They follow orders and head off towards the sound of frightened shouting. SmackDown isn't under siege, though... no, it's a victim of Genocide now.
-Seth's POV-
It doesn't take long to cut down the stragglers, and soon we've taken out their entire roster. We all head out to the ring, as Caleb instructed, but he still hasn't regrouped with us. As we wait, something comes on the titantron.
"Well, we did what we said we'd do. Another falls to Genocide. As for the captives," he says, panning the camera to reveal Shane McMahon tied to a chair, gagged, "I don't suppose we'll need you, Shane."
Shane screams through the gag as Caleb advances on him, and the camera falls and cuts out.
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Dawson and the Goddess (Alexa Bliss x Male OC) (DS1)
Fanfiction-DAWSON SERIES BOOK ONE- Caleb Dawson, AKA Caleb Quantum, recently made his debut on Raw. He reconnects with old friends and gets roped into locker room drama, trying to manage his own relationship at the same time.
