Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Maryse or Alexa Bliss or Nikki Cross or 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 happy. For the first time in a long time, she was blissfully happy, pun intended. And it wasn't the title she held, or a recent win which was making her feel that way. No, she was happy because of Nikki Cross, of all people. It was funny, but she could have never imagined herself as a tag team champion only a short while ago.
She was a single star, dammit. And she didn't share the spotlight with anyone. And yet, there she was, looking after their titles, as her girlfriend went to get them coffee. Which Alexa had assured Nikki she didn't have to do, but she had to admit, it was preferable to carrying their titles, and other stuff, just to make sure no one messed with it. Besides, there was something to be said for taking a few long seconds for self-reflection.
Before teaming up with Nikki, she'd had tremendous success, including titles, and the ability to top 99% of the women's locker room. Well, maybe 98%. And yet, none of it actually made her happy. Well, getting to ass fuck the likes of Becky Lynch, Asuka, and especially Sasha Banks had been really satisfying. But this was different. She was in love, plain and simple. And it didn't feel like anything could bring her down from this high.
Then of course, as if on cue, the latest Alpha female came into the locker room, and headed towards Alexa with a very clear intention on her face. Poor Alexa tried to tell herself to be strong, but her slutty little ass hole was already quivering in anticipation, as the much taller blonde came to tower over her.
"Bonjour, ass whore." Maryse grinned cheerfully as she approached her pray.
"What do you want... Maryse?" Alexa grumbled softly, thinking of calling her something else, but thinking better of it. Then when she got a look from the other blonde, she quickly added, "Scratch that, I know what you want. But I'm not in the mood for it. My match is next, and I need to focus on that. So... please, just leave me alone."
There was a brief pause, then Maryse moved closer and questioned with a growl, "Are you sure that's how you want to speak to your Alpha?"
"Oh, trust me, that was me being nice." Alexa growled in warning, "You should hear me when I'm being mean."
"Oh, I would like to see you try." Maryse chuckled, stepping into Alexa's personal space, and taunting her, "Mmmmmmmmmm, mais nous savons tous les deux ce que tu veux vraiment, n'est-ce pas? Ooooooooooh oui, tu veux que quelqu'un soit méchant avec toi. Quelqu'un pour être méchant avec ton gros cul dégoûtant et te traiter comme la méchante petite pute anale que tu es! Ohhhhhhhhhh oui, c'est ce que tu veux.
De quoi as-tu besoin. N'est-ce pas, salope? Mmmmmmmmmm, but we both know what you really want, don't we? Oooooooooooh oui, you want someone to be mean to you. Someone to be mean to this big, fat, disgusting ass of yours, and treat you like the nasty little anal whore you are! Ohhhhhhhhhhh oui, that's what you want. What you need. Isn't it, bitch?"
"Ah fuck!" Poor Alexa gasped loudly when Maryse emphasized her words by grabbing onto her butt, and giving it a good squeeze to emphasize her words, while grinning down at her. Then, instead of slapping that smug face or yelling abuse at her, Alexa pathetically whimpered, "Please Mistress, I... I can't. I'm with Nikki now. So I-"
"I don't give a fuck who's been keeping this ass loose for me. It's mine." Maryse growled, gleefully reminding her pray, as she continued groping that big booty, "I am the Alpha female of the entire WWE. Now, then, and forever. Ça veut dire que je possède ce gros cul gros et dégoûtant. Et tous les autres connards de cette entreprise. Ooooooooooooh oui, vous n'êtes rien d'autre que mes salopes anales. Quelque chose que vous semblez avoir oublié, mais je n'ai aucun problème à vous le rappeler.
Non, mmmmmmmmmm, je te le rappellerai toute la nuit. Oh oui, penche-toi salope. Je suis sur le point de te remettre à ta place. That means I own this big, fat, disgusting ass. And every other ass in this company. Ooooooooooooh oui, you're nothing but my anal sluts. Something you seem to have forgotten, but I have no problem reminding you. Non, mmmmmmmmmm, I will remind you all night long. Oh oui, bend over bitch. I'm about to put you back in your place."
There was a brief pause, then against her better judgment, Alexa presented a counter offer, "Just, just let me get through my match. Then we can go to your hotel room, and I swear, I'll do anything you want."
"You will do whatever I want, regardless." Maryse huffed with annoyance, before sighing, "But I suppose it will not be worth the hassle from management, if they find me keeping you from your match. Very well, you may go. But I expect you to be in my room in half an hour. Et dans tous les cas, cela aura des conséquences, ooooooooooooh oui, donc je vous suggère de ne pas empirer les choses sur vous-même.
Oh oui, rends-toi facile et apporte-moi ce gros cul rapidement, mmmmmmmmmm, oui, j'ai beaucoup de projets pour ça. Oh oui, plein de plans magnifiques. And either way, this will have consequences, ohhhhhhhhhhhh oui, so I suggest you don't make it worse on yourself. Oh oui, make it easy on yourself, and bring me this big fat ass promptly, mmmmmmmmmm, oui, I have a lot of plans for it. Oh oui, lots of magnifique plans."
"Yes, my French Mistress." Alexa said with false sweetness, then added for good measure, "Thank you, my French Mistress."
Which was deeply annoying to Alexa, especially given the fact that she basically had to lose on purpose, just to make sure she met her dead-line on time. Worse, she told Nikki that she would see her later, that management wanted to see her right now. She shouldn't have to lie, not about this. However, if she knew the truth, Nikki would insist on going with her. Yes, that shouldn't be a big deal, as Nikki had seen her bottom before.