Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss, or Mickie James, or Lita, or Trish Stratus, any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"So, Trish, ready to get your fat ass fucked by me, again?" Alexa questioned with a wicked smile on her face, as she approached her opponents for the night. She then quickly mocked the redhead, "Awww, what's the matter? She didn't tell you? Huh? Did Trish Stratus not tell her little girlfriend that she loved getting her big booty banged by a real top?"
"Actually, she told me how she had better." Lita grinned.
This initially took Alexa by surprise, and she glared for a few seconds, before huffing, "Good enough to tell you about it, though."
"That's just because we tell each other everything. That's how it's supposed to work when you're a real team." Lita said, she then glanced back and forth between Alexa and Trish's bitch Mickie, before smirking, "Besides, if you were a real top, capable of truly destroying Trish's butt, you would have broken her. But you couldn't, could you?"
"How do you know she's not pretending not to be?" Alexa questioned, hoping to sow seeds of doubt in Lita's mind, which sadly, didn't seem to work.
"Because I've known Trish for 15 years, and been around the WWE just as long. So trust me, I know a broken bitch when I see one." Lita said confidently, before looking Alexa up and down, "I also know when I'm looking into the eyes of a delusional bottom, desperate to get her perfect little bubble butt fucked. And you, are the definition of a delusional bottom."
"One who's even delusional enough to think that one of my favourite bitches is actually going to beat me." Trish chimed in, far more successful when it came to sowing seeds of doubt in the mind of her opponent, "One who will know the joy of my dick inside her big booty again tonight, and never have to deal with a second-rate top ever again."
"No!" Alexa snapped, "After tonight, Mickie will be mine! Just like you two sluts. Mmmmmmm yeahhhhhhhh, I'm gonna line you up, and go back and forth between those slutty little ass holes, until you're all begging for the privilege of being my anal bitches. Because guess what? I was taking it easy on you before, so you would underestimate me. And now, you're all going to be mine."
"We'll see." Lita shrugged, "Now, go away, so we can prepare."
"Yeah, see you around, bottoms." Trish said dismissively, quickly adding while gently touching the arm of her favourite bitch, "Oh, and Mickie? I hope you've missed my cock the same way I've missed your fat ass. Because, after tonight, the two of them are going to get reacquainted with each other. And you really want that, don't you, Mickie?"
"Yes, Mistress Trish." Mickie replied dreamily, before looking sheepishly at Mistress Alexa, "Erm, I mean-"
"Shut up, let's go." Alexa huffed with annoyance, turning and heading towards the other end of the locker room.
"Yes, Mistress Alexa." Mickie replied softly, even as she continued staring at her former top, then slowly followed her current one, while biting her lip.
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Alexa Bliss had bet that she could use Mickie James against Trish Stratus, and use Trish against Lita, given she had recently topped the wrestling legend, and Mickie had been one of her very first bitches. However, when the bell rang, her plan backfired on her, as her opponents seemed completely unaffected by her attempt to get in their heads.
And what was worse, was that Alexa didn't know if she could trust her partner not to simply lay down for her former Mistress, meaning instead of making the tag at the crucial moment, Alexa chose to stay and fight. Which proved to be a mistake, as Alexa found herself pinned clean in the center of the ring, with the only saving grace being that she was hit with two finishers first.
She then again found herself wallowing in defeat, as Trish and Lita celebrated their victory. When she'd finally rolled out of the ring, Mickie tried to comfort her, but Alexa wasn't having any of it, considering what this meant. Namely, yet another setback. Another time she would be forced to bottom in front of the whole locker room.
And given this was the WWE's first ever all women's PLE, meant that there would be more women than ever witness her humiliation. Some of whom were preparing to follow her match, giving her a sly look, as Alexa glumly made her way past them, and back to the locker room, followed by Trish, Lita and Mickie, her victorious opponents choosing to remain silent until the majority of the other women could hear them.
"Good news, Mickie. You belong to me again." Trish announced proudly, quickly adding, "You always have, but I do so like reminding everyone of it. And you."
"Yes, Mistress Trish, Thank you, Mistress Trish." Mickie replied dreamily, before looking sheepishly at Mistress Alexa, "Sorry, Mistress Alexa, but-"
"You don't need to apologize to her." Lita interrupted, adding with a grin, "In fact, you should be thanking her. It's her fault you lost. And now, you're back where you belong."
"Which means, you shouldn't be referring to her as Mistress. And us." Trish continued, "The rightful owner of that big fat ass of yours. Mmmmmmm, both those big fat asses."
"Yes, Mistress Trish, Sorry, Mistress Trish." Mickie quickly replied, then for good measure added, "Yes, Mistress Lita, Sorry, Mistress Lita."