Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Alexa Bliss or Mickie James or Trish Stratus or any other former or current WWE women. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Trish Stratus had always felt a lot more at home on RAW. After all, that was the show where she built her legacy. The one she'd heard referred to as the Golden age of women's wrestling. If only because in her absence, the division didn't get the attention it deserved. Now it was finally happening, and she'd never been more proud of the women of the WWE.
They had even dropped the name divas, which felt a long time coming, even to 'The Diva of the Decade'. However, a great deal of the success of the 'Platinum age of women's wrestling' was because of the influx of talent. And it was easy to see why, given just how good they were in the ring. And just how amazingly hot they were.
Back in her day, Trish had spent many years struggling to maintain control, but towards the end there, she had been quite the Alpha female. It seemed once again, there was an established Alpha female, in Charlotte Flair, who Trish wanted no part of. No, Charlotte was in her prime, while Trish hadn't wrestled full-time in a decade. Fighting her would be a bad idea.
Which was one of the main reasons she was staying away from RAW. SmackDown had much easier pickings. But more importantly, amongst all the new faces, there was a favourite that Trish was very, very eager to meet up with again. Namely Mickie James, one of her all-time favourite bitches. Hell, maybe even her favourite.
Mickie, her Mickie, how Trish had missed her. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her long brown hair, her mouth, her tongue, her big boobs, her tasty little pussy, and Trish's favourite part of Mickie's body, her gloriously rounded ass. Trish had always dreamed of settling down with a nice normal man and starting a family, but Mickie was one of the very few girls who had made Trish question that dream. Ultimately Trish had gone with her dream of a normal life and... had been bored senseless after the first few weeks.
It wasn't a bad life, in many ways it was quite enjoyable, but Trish's husband was what could be politely described as an average lover. He was good, but he paled in comparison to some of Trish's previous experiences, especially with girls. Originally Trish had intended to be faithful to her husband, but when it became clear that would have driven her crazy she settled for not cheating on him with another guy.
Unfortunately all the women Trish had been able to seduce had turned out to be too vanilla in the bedroom for her taste, leaving her pining for the days she was in a locker room constantly filled with slutty divas, almost all of whom had no problem getting as nasty as Trish liked. One of those divas seem to have been made pacifically to cater to Trish's tastes, and it was that diva Trish most wanted as she headed towards the women's locker room.
Walking into the women's locker room Trish smiled happily to herself when she saw the object of her lesbian lust standing around in an otherwise empty locker room as if she was waiting for her. Trish licked her lips. This was too easy, Mickie might as well have a pretty pink bow around her and a label saying 'for Trish, please enjoy'.
"Trish, hey... erm... how have you been?" Mickie started nervously as her ex-girlfriend approached.
"I'm good." Trish said, shamelessly looking Mickie up and down, "Ooooooooooh, that's a pretty little outfit. Why don't you give me a little twirl, show me how you look in it."
Initially Mickie opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it. If she had learned one thing from her relationship with Trish, it was that it was useless to argue with her, because the blonde Canadian almost always got her way. So with a deep sigh Mickie slowly turned around, showing off her body to her former lover as she had done many times before.
Trish grinned first at Mickie's obedience, then at how Mickie's jeans tightly hugged her big booty, making it look even more round and luscious than it already was, in the same way Mickie's extremely low-cut top made her boobs look even bigger, the tight material making it look like one of those big boobies was going to burst free at any second.
"God, I love how your ass looks in those jeans." Trish said seductively as she stepped closer to her prey.
"Huh." Mickie frowned in confusion.
"What?" Trish questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing." Mickie lied, before admitting, "I just have a wicked case of déjà vu."
"Whatever." Trish said dismissively, before she reached out and gently grabbed a handful of Mickie's big butt, "And do you know what else I remember? Mmmmmmmmm, I remember, how good your jeans looked down around your ankles as I drilled your ass with my strap-on. How you would moan my name. How you took it, like the bitch you are."
With that Trish squeezed Mickie's ass and pulled the other girl into her arms, trying to kiss her but Mickie resisted, "No, I'm sorry Trish, but I can't."
"Why not?" Trish asked frowning.
"I... I have a girlfriend now." Mickie replied.
Anger crossed Trish's face for a moment, after all Mickie was hers and how dare someone else touch something she rightfully owned, but then the dominating blonde wickedly smiled, "That's okay, ohhhhhhhhhhhh, I don't mind having another girl to play with, so your girlfriend can join us."
"The only person you'll be playing with tonight is yourself bitch, now hands off my girlfriend."
Trish was furious that anyone would talk to her like that, but her anger faded and another smile crossed her face as she saw who had just spoken to her.
"Hey Alexa, great to see you, how you been?" Trish said with an obviously faked friendly tone of voice.
