Shifting into view, the massive hands of the Xtreme Champ are clamped around the tiniest of plastic bottles, his face is covered in an opaque white liquid, and his tongue Homelander deep and flopping trying to lap the last of the contents like he would never see another meal. 

Suddenly aware of his company, Preesh freezes like a deer and looks sidelong into the camera as it focuses on the bottles label.

Atara stands over him for second still processing what she walked in on when the glint of the Xtreme title catches her eye.

She gives the camera sly grin before getting down and covering Preesh as a ref manifest from somewhere for the count....

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