Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, Bayley, Becky Lynch, Charlotte, Nikki Cross, Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE diva. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Becky Lynch couldn't believe it. After all these years of weaselling her way out of giving up her anal cherry, Charlotte Flair had been finally forced to give it up, on a random episode of RAW, to some nobody and one of the biggest bottoms in the history of the WWE. That should have been her, God dammit. She was Charlotte's biggest rival, the only one to beat her at the grandest stage of them all.
She had beaten her, in the main event of Wrestlemania, and yet still the bitch had used the age-old excuse that she technically wasn't the one getting beat to get out of it. Putting 'Ronnie' in her place had been very satisfying, but it just wasn't the same. And now, the greatest prize in wrestling had been taken from her.
She hadn't wanted to believe it at first, but she was bombarded by so many videos and pictures of what had happened, there was just no denying it. That was clearly Charlotte, and that was clearly Charlotte getting ass fucked. Ass fucked by those pathetic bottoms Nikki Cross and Alexa Bliss, who clearly had Sasha Banks and Bayley currently under their thumb, and made it clear that she was next.
Not that it was surprising that Bayley and Sasha had become anal bitches, as it seemed to happen at least once a year. But this was emboldening Bliss Cross to call her out, under the belief they could unite the horse women as their lezzie bitches. Something that the new mother came back to make it clear that was never going to happen.
There was just one little problem, that being along with the pictures and videos of Bayley, Sasha and somehow Charlotte acting like shameless butt sluts, there were pictures and videos of Becky doing the exact same thing. They were from years ago, and Becky didn't need to watch them, but she just couldn't help it.
Especially after the words that Bliss Cross send her. Oh God, Alexa described in detail the heaven which was feeling her big round booty jiggling against her thighs, and the tightness of her bitch hole, just bought Becky right back to being Mistress Alexa's anal whore. Or anyone else's. And oh fuck, even Nikki felt bold enough to tell her she was looking forward to bumming her.
It was a cheap trick the women of the WWE had been using to get into each other's heads for decades now, and there was no way a veteran like Becky Lynch should be falling for it. However, Bliss Cross just had so much ammunition to use against her, and while Becky tried to concentrate on getting revenge on them, and finally getting a piece of Charlotte's arse, she couldn't help but thinking about those things.
About Nikki, and especially Bliss Cross completing their collection, by bumming her into submission. So much so, that she almost shoved a dildo up her own back door, back in the safety of her own bedroom. Something she deeply wished she had done, when she barged into Bliss Cross's hotel room, to find herself instantly wanting to spread her cheeks.
"Hey Becky." Alexa grinned wickedly, standing only a few feet away from the door, wearing nothing but a strap-on, which she was stroking lube into. She then stated the obvious, "We've been waiting for you."
"Yeahhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmm, we've been waiting so long." Nikki chimed in, "And we're ready for you."
"I can see that." Becky said dryly, shutting the door behind her before questioning, "But what makes you think I'd fall for such a cheap trick?"
"You're here, aren't you?" Alexa pointed out, she and Nikki then took a couple of menacing steps towards her, she as pointed out, "Those pictures really must have you going, huh? Have you missing the good old days, when I was first on SmackDown, making you my anal bitch. Huh? That's okay, mmmmmmmmm, because Bayley and Sasha felt the same way."
"And now, they're back to their natural positions." Nikki added with a grin, "The anal bitches of superior women. Especially Alexa. She's just the best, isn't she, Becky? Oooooooooooh yeahhhhhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm, we all know you're very familiar with the feeling of The Goddess inside you. Pounding your arse deep. Making you hers. Reminding you that you're nothing but her lezzie slut?
"That's never going to happen." Becky growled.
"Again?" Alexa teased, "You mean, that's never going to happen, again?"
"Right?" Nikki chuckled, "Because I've seen the pictures and videos. We all have."
"Whatever." Becky grumbled, before taking a menacing stepped forward, and telling these uppity little sluts, "I'm only here because you said you had an offer I couldn't refuse. And just so long as that's both your arses on the line in a match, vs mine, I'm in. Hell, I don't care if only one of your arses is on the line, and your bitches aren't. It doesn't matter, because now I'm back, and I'm going to reclaim everything I had before. And more. Mmmmmmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't know how you beat me to Charlotte's anal cherry, but I guarantee, I'll make you pay for it. And that big fat 'Royal' arse will be mine. Sasha and Bayley too. You'll all be mine! You'll see..."
"Actually..." Alexa grinned wickedly, as she and Nikki took a step in the opposite direction from each other, revealing what they had been hiding, "We had something else in mind."