Mickie James took a deep breath and then skipped up to her long-time idol Trish Stratus. She had just saved Trish from an attack by the evil Victoria and she was really hoping they would be friends.
"Hi, hi! I'm Mickie James. I'm RAW's newest diva. I just signed my contract last week. I'm so happy to be here, so nice to meet you." Mickie claimed, barely pausing for breath as she excitedly shook the hands of Ashley and most importantly Trish.
"Thanks a lot." Trish said.
"Yeah, you're welcome, you're welcome, oh my Gosh." Mickie said, so excited she couldn't contain herself.
"Mickie James... why do I know that name? Mickie James?" Trish frowned.
"Yeah, I'm like your biggest fan. I've written you like a gazillion times... I know you don't have time to write me back, it's ok, you're very busy, I mean you're the women's champion, I mean, you know, it's super nice to meet you, I idolise you, I love you Trish, I mean... I, I want to be just like you." Mickie blurted out almost in one breath, feeling embarrassed when she stopped.
She was about to leave when Trish asked, "Just like me huh?"
"Yeah, yes, absolutely." Mickie stammered, desperately trying to calm herself down, "And you know, maybe I could, I don't know, help you. I mean, Victoria has Candice and Torrie and you only have Ashley, so maybe together we could be like, Trish's Angels. You, you know... to fight Vince's Devils?"
There was a pause and then Trish said, "Walk with me?"
Mickie was a little confused on this, but did as she was told, following Trish and Ashley into the locker room. It was a pretty big arena but still Mickie was impressed that Trish had her own locker room. Then again Trish was a pretty big star and a champion to boot. So kind of made sense.
Once inside Trish turned Mickie and said, "You were in OVW, weren't you Mickie? And the independence before that?"
"Yes." Mickie nodded.
"Right, I remember now. I actually requested you. Well, not specifically you, but someone like you to be called up to the main roster. There are way too many models around here who think they can wrestle." Trish said, sounding a little critical considering her roots, "We need more real wrestlers around here. Alpha females who can keep the bitches in line, if you know what I mean."
"Yes Trish." Mickie smiled.
There was a pause and then Trish frowned, "You do know what I mean, don't you Mickie?"
"Yes." Mickie said again, before clarifying lustfully looking at Ashley, "I can't wait to butt fuck my first WWE eye candy diva."
"Good." Trish grinned, "But you can't have Ashley. She's my bitch. If you want to fuck her, you have to earn it."
"No problem, I'll totally earn it, whatever you say Trish, I'm your girl." Mickie blurted out, somewhat cringing at her last statement.
Trish seemed a little taken aback, but then she shrugged it off and turned to a locker, opened it up and took out the biggest dildo Mickie had ever seen. It was easily 12 inches long and almost 3 inches thick, Mickie's body practically quivering as she tried to imagine how anyone could take that monster up their ass.
"You see this? I want every inch of it stuffed into Candice Michelle's ass hole. That bitch has been mouthing off since she got traded to RAW and..." Trish closed her eyes and gritted her teeth momentarily, like she was trying to repress a memory, "You do that. You butt fuck that bitch with this dick and you can join us. We can hang out, talk about the business, ass fuck Ashley, and if I think you've got what it takes maybe I'll help you out with all the bull-shit which goes on around here. Maybe help you become champion one day. Would you like that?"
"YES, yes Trish." Mickie said excitedly as she took the scary looking strap-on from her idol, "I won't let you down."
"We'll see. Although to be fair I see no reason you should have a problem. Candice is still pretty new, and she's stupid, and clueless, and full of shit, and... you shouldn't have any problem with her. Just put her in her place right from the start. Make it clear you're the top and she's the bottom and you should be fine. Oh, and you should find her in the main divas locker room. She takes ages in the shower so her friends should already be gone but if anyone else other than them is there I expect you to follow through." Trish said, Mickie nodding along with her. Then there was a lot of silence and Trish added, "Go!"
"Oh, right, absolutely... erm, bye" Mickie stammered, rushing out and heading towards the main women's locker room.
As she passed random backstage personnel and superstars she wished she had brought her bag or asked Trish if she could hide the strap-on in something but amazingly nobody gave her a second look. Apparently the WWE was just like all the other promotions she'd been in, which kind of surprised her even though she had sort of been expecting it. Honestly though she was more worrying about psyching herself up to ass fuck another woman.
It wasn't like she didn't enjoy it, she did. Mickie had always loved women. They were so sexy and fun, way more so than men in her experience, hence why she pretty much considered herself to be a lesbian. But anal sex was kind of... weird and awkward. But as much as she loved women Mickie first love would always be wrestling, and seeing as how you have to be a top to be champ Mickie was willing to pound as much ass as she had too to reach the top. Besides, it wasn't like she wouldn't get a nice pussy licking out of it. And all the models she'd ass fuck seem to love it, and there was part of Mickie which loved to please.
So when she reached the women's locker room Mickie took a deep breath, told herself she was a strong dominant top, and walked in with as much swagger as she can muster. Mickie's heart skipped a beat when she was confronted with a completely naked Candice Michelle. The other woman was clearly debating what to wear, Mickie standing there are quickly staring at the brief moments before Candice turned and smiled at her.
"Hey here cutie... what's your name?" Candice asked cheerily, clearly not fazed by the dildo in Mickie's hand.
"M, Mickie. Mickie James." Mickie stammered, "I'm RAW's newest diva."
"Really?" Candice smiled, eyeing the strap-on, "And what do you want?"
"To fuck your ass." Mickie mumbled softly, honestly having to force the words out as she was nervous. That nervousness was quickly replaced by anger when Candice laughed, Mickie marching up to the model and sticking the dildo in her face just like Trish had done with her, "You see this? Every single inch of this dick is going right up your ass."
Candice just giggled again, "You are just the cutest little thing. Really. You're just adorable."
"I'm serious!" Mickie huffed.