Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, or Becky Lynch, or Charlotte Flair, any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Alexa Bliss was more than half expecting to find Sasha Banks anally riding Charlotte Flair in the center of the women's locker room, as an obvious message to her. In a way, it was worse, as instead Sasha was simply being used as a footstool by her new Mistress, and Charlotte paid no attention to her as she did, making Alexa's blood boil.
Hell, it was almost enough to have her doing something stupid, like challenging the bitch. However, as she had recently done that, and it hadn't exactly worked out well for her, she needed another plan of attack. And as much as she wanted to try and get her favourite bitch back, she knew that The Queen would never make it that easy.
However, there was another target that Alexa had in mind, who currently had her back to her, that amazing 'arse' of hers just begging for attention. That being of course, Charlotte's favourite bitch, Becky Lynch. Although, last time that Alexa checked, Becky was supposed to belong to her. Admittedly, that was a couple of drafts ago, and The Goddess hadn't spent enough time tapping that sweet piece of Irish ass.
However, she was more than ready to make up for that now. Especially if it meant getting revenge on Charlotte in the process. So, taking a deep and calming breath, The Goddess approached her prey, and gave her the good news. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she expected.
"Good news, butt slut. Your Goddess has arrived!" Alexa announced, with as much confidence as she could muster, "And she has graciously decided to use your slutty little ass hole next."
"Erm, hi, Alexa. Mistress Alexa!" Becky quickly corrected herself, although she knew she upset the other top, "How have you been?"
"Good." Alexa lied, unable to contain her anger, "I'd ask how you were, but clearly, the answer is getting ideas above your station."
"And she isn't the only one." Charlotte said dismissively, as she was only a short distance away.
"I don't know what makes you think you should be competing for a championship, especially not at Summer Slam." Alexa continued as if the other blonde had said anything, "But clearly, from that greeting, you really need to be put in your place. But don't worry, because I'm the one to do it. Oh yeah, I'm gonna remind you that the only purpose of your life is to bottom to real women, like me."
"Arse vs arse?" Becky then questioned.
"What?" Alexa frowned, willing to pretend she didn't hear that.
"The match? Are our arses on the line?" Becky forced herself to continue, "As in, both of them. Cause, I loved bottoming to ya, Lexi. I really do. I mean, I did. But, like you, I'm trying to better myself. Become a champion around here. So, I just want you know, if I win? I mean when I win, I'm bumming ya."
There was a brief pause, and then Alexa just laughed, "Wow, it's worse than I thought. You really are delusional. Don't worry though, mmmmmmm, I'll soon fix that. Oooooooooh yessssssss, I'm going to remind you exactly who owns that ass hole. That your sweet, sweet Irish booty belongs to me, and always will. Despite what Charlotte thinks."
"In that case, you won't mind making it officially ass vs ass." Charlotte pushed, approaching the small blonde, "Unless, of course, you don't think you can beat a loser like Becky Lynch."
"Oh, I'll beat her!" Alexa promised, becoming more confident, and angry, as she continued, "I'll beat and embarrass your favourite bitch. Then I'll fuck her so good, that she never forgets her place again. Just like you and Sasha, who I'll take back, right before I make your ass mine! You'll see! Every ass in the WWE will soon belong to The Goddess!"
"So, it's Ass vs Ass?" Charlotte pushed,
"Hell yes!" Alexa confirmed, "And when I'm done beating you, I'll take real good care of your ass hole."
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Admittedly, Becky put up more of a fight than Alexa was expecting. Way more than before. But that was okay, as she was fighting a pathetic butt slut, who would want to lose. More importantly, Charlotte had promised to stay out of it, meaning this was a sure thing. Or at least, that's what Alexa thought, until she found herself in the center of the ring, locked in Becky's signature submission move.
The one only truly worthless bottoms tapped too. So, The Goddess should be able to get out of it, no problem. Right? And yet, no matter how hard she squirmed, she just couldn't. And it really hurt, until it seemed that tapping was her only option. But she wouldn't. She couldn't. Because again, she was The Goddess.
Unfortunately, even though she told herself that over and over again, The Goddess did it. She tapped out, in the center of the ring, in an Ass vs Ass match, leaving her with no excuses. She had to bottom to Becky. That bitch Charlotte would make sure of that. Admittedly, this wasn't the most humiliating thing to happen to Alexa, but that was only because of all the terrible things that had happened to her lately.
Which was hardly comforting. In fact, Alexa wallowed in her misery, as she slowly made her way up to the back, clutching her arm. Hell, she even considered running away, and leaving her things here. But that would be even more humiliating. Besides, this was Becky Lynch. How effective a top could she possibly be?