Reclamation - Becy Lynch's Return

*Note*: This story is not connected to my "Bow Down to the Goddess" series and exists in an entirely different world line. Enjoy!

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Nine months. That's the average length of a woman's pregnancy. Of course, Becky Lynch was no exception. She announced her pregnancy, live on Monday Night Raw to the surprise of everyone. Nobody saw it coming, especially since Becky was at the top of the game and in the middle of a year-long Raw Women's title reign. Why exactly were her fellow women superstars surprised? Well, that's because they were usually on all fours, begging for The Man's big, strap-on cock!

When they heard the news, they were completely baffled. Was she a closet hetero this whole time? Did her boy toy know about her secret life as WWE's alpha female? If he did, was he supportive of her backstage passion? These were the questions everybody was asking, but more important was one lone question that everyone waited too long to ask. What would happen to all of her faithful sluts? She couldn't exactly wield her mighty cock with a bun in her oven.

So, home she went, uncomfortably viewing the show from the sidelines, but wondering all the while if she would ever return to her spot at the tippy top. She could always put her family first and start a new career as a homemaker. But, anybody in Becky's spot, both on-screen and backstage, would hunger and crave the spotlight once again. They'd do anything to get it and as expected, Becky was no different.

Once the child was born, Bex spent hours, days even, grinding in the gym. Getting back into ring-shape became her only priority. Days and days passed and as they did, her desire to dominate grew and grew. During the nine months of her pregnancy, it was only a subtle feeling, slowly burning under the surface. But it was a fire just waiting to be ignited.

After a few months of preparation, the RelentLass one was back and better than ever. WWE management was ecstatic to hear the news. They were getting their money-making, merch moving machine back after over a year on the shelf, so naturally, they got to work on her comeback sequence immediately. The Raw after WrestleMania©, also known as the biggest episode of television every year; she would make her triumphant return and make a claim for the title that she never lost. Whether it was Asuka or Charlotte as the Raw Women's Champion, it didn't matter. The Man was coming and she was determined to make a statement.

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WrestleMania came and went; from a fan's perspective, the two Women's title matches went very differently. As expected, Charlotte regained the title by tapping out Asuka, but quite surprisingly, Bianca Belair was unsuccessful in her attempt to unseat the incomparable Sasha Banks, despite having all the momentum in the world following her Royal Rumble victory. That meant that the two top titleholders were two that Becky shared loads of history with.

Realistically, she could challenge either of them, especially since a certain pandemic resulted in both brands sharing the locker room. But, she ultimately decided that she would rekindle the greatest rivalry of her career. "Who knows?" Becky thought. "Maybe I'll break ol' Charlotte this time 'round."

The next night on Raw, WWE made sure nobody knew that Becky was in the building. They kept it a secret, ensuring that none of the dirt sheets could pick up on the massive return before it could happen. Dressed in all black, a hood covering her face, Becky arrived, ruining Charlotte's celebratory promo. When she revealed herself, the audio-slider pop was massive. Of course, the real pop would've been huge too, if there was a crowd in attendance.

But the lack of an audience didn't make the return any less impactful. The former "Champ Champ" was back and nothing was stopping her from taking back her title. All she needed was the match to be made and she would surely wipe the floor with Charlotte and regain her title. The title she never lost!

Becky was glad to be back on all of our TV screens but, more importantly, was her return backstage. She was unsure of the status of her poor subs but was confident that no matter what might've happened over the last year, their loyalty knew no bounds. Once they got sight of their true owner, they'd be on all fours, begging to be fucked. Just like old times. Just as things should be.

The blazing-haired beauty went through Gorilla, accepting her praise and arbitrary "Vince hug" as quickly as possible. Surely her subs had seen her return and were already waiting on their hands and knees. As expected, Becky sauntered through the backstage area, the biggest shit-eating grin plastered across her face. She took her time, building the anticipation for all of those patiently waiting for her arrival. Eventually, she made it to the locker room and stopped in front of it.

Finally! She was home! Bex took in the biggest breath she'd ever breathed; more than anything, she was taking in the moment. Once she opened those doors, she'd officially become the first alpha to also be a mother to a newborn infant. Yes, The Man was The Mom now, but it didn't take away her edge. If anything it made her hungrier than ever to get back on top. Not that she even needed to hunger for it; the role of alpha would merely fall back into her lap. All she had to do was open those doors! Everyone had seen her attack on Charlotte Flair, the woman who'd just beaten Asuka at WrestleMania; Asuka's stranglehold over the Raw Women's belt lasting throughout Becky's pregnancy and beyond. She turned the metal handle of the wooden door and opened it.

More confident than ever before, Becky Lynch walked into the locker room. The first thing most women did when they walked in was take in the sights. Becky was no stranger to doing this herself, so that's what she did. Looking around, she immediately spotted Sasha Banks, whose famous blue hair stuck out like a sore thumb. The Boss appeared to be in action already, fucking what was surely some nameless jobber. After all, Sasha was always WWE's top switch. No true domme would ever bottom to her, but many a sub would give up their ass to anybody willing to fuck it. Especially someone like Sasha, who was inarguably amongst the best in-ring.

Try as she might, however, Becky couldn't get a good look at just who was impaled on the Smackdown Champ's cock; she thought she saw pink. Yes, the nameless jobber was definitely wearing pink, and green... and blue too. Becky was confident that the fucktoy in question was wearing multi-colored gear, or something of the sort for whatever that was worth. Whoever they were, they were making a lot of noise. Becky couldn't tell who it was exactly, but the tone of their voice sounded familiar, as well; she just couldn't put her finger on it.

The next person that stood out to Becky was Alexa Bliss, who was- wait! What the fuck! As expected, Alexa was topping another woman, but it was who she was topping that threw The Man off guard. It was one of Becky's slaves, Natalya. And, God no! She was about to cum! From another top, no less!

"Fuckin' go! Cum bitch! Your Goddess permits you!" Alexa announced to the mild audience she'd amassed. Much of the women had their sights set on Sasha, for whatever reason, but as always, Alexa had her fans; she was always a captivating watch, so the Goddess rarely went without at least one other woman looking on. Nothing less was expected for Charlotte Flair's chief lieutenant and most trusted advisor. Charlotte always wanted someone to watch her back, a job which Lexi was more than willing to accept, so long as her ass was safe.

Nattie did as she was told and came; she came hard and fast. So fast, that another orgasm followed. And another after that. She came so many times that there was hardly anything left by the time that Alexa popped her dick out. Though Becky hated to admit it, Lexi had come into her own as a top over the last few years. Since debuting on the main roster, Alexa had always been an alpha contender, but never someone who could realistically take the title. She'd had some success and had even managed to keep her ass un-fucked since her days in NXT, but everyone knew she'd never break anyone of true alpha caliber. Whether that was Charlotte, Ronda Rousey, or Becky Lynch herself. But one thing that nobody could call her was a joke, not even Becky would do that.

Lexi was a sneaky little bitch, who was always lurking around one corner or another. Her aspirations to elevate Charlotte were well-known, which was probably why she was here fucking Nattie in the first place. The majority of her power was gained through delegation, so when Little Miss Bliss looked good, the Queen looked even better. Going further, Becky was sure that she'd convinced The Man's loyal subs to evacuate the building. Surely that was why her favorites like Dana Brooke and the Riott Squad were nowhere to be found. Regardless of that though, the only thing that mattered at this moment was that she was here, making another one of Becky's most trusted bitches explode. Well, that and one other teensy-weensy little thing. Nobody, regardless of allegiance, was paying attention to The Man!

Not one person had even greeted her, let alone bowed before her as she preferred. It was like, like... they didn't even notice her! Of all people, The Man, Becky Lynch! Three-time Smackdown Champion, One-time Raw Champion. Becky fooking 2 Belts for Christ's sakes! Yet, nobody even batted an eyelash and that was a problem. Just a year ago, The Man turned heads everywhere she went. But now, it was as if nobody cared. Becky seethed with rage, which boiled and boiled, but suddenly, everyone in unison turned in her direction.

"At last, they know their alpha is here!" Becky thought to herself. And she was right. The entire locker room was aware that their alpha had arrived, which was the source of their attention. But sadly, it wasn't Becky. Save for Sasha and her nameless jobber fucktoy, everyone had turned to the entrance to see The Queen, their Queen enter the room.

This was an absolute travesty! Charlotte never had this much power over the locker room when Becky was last around. How did Asuka let this happen? Hell, where was Asuka? And why was Sasha the only one who didn't jump to Charlotte's beck and call? It was wrong! All wrong! Everything had changed, and not for the better. But, of course, the Raw Women's Champion was as confident as ever. Oddly enough, it was rather comforting. That was, until Charlotte did what Charlotte does; open her big stupid mouth.

"Nice sneak attack out there, Bex! The Man never changes, does she?" Charlotte asked rhetorically. "But, I see that you've noticed that, I've uh, made some permanent redesigns to how this locker room operates, haven't you?"

Becky responded with her trademark smirk, still exuding confidence despite being thrown off by her realization. Of course, The Man had something to get off her shapely chest as well, so she did so.

"Ya never change, do ya Char? I should've known ya would up and try to take my place as alpha, and who knows? Maybe ya have? But ya can't replace me, none of ya can. It seems that all of ya have fergotton yer place below The Man! But rest assured, I'm back! And I don't care if I have to do it by force! I will remind everyone that I'm the true alpha!" They may not have noticed Becky before, but they sure as hell did now. They had to! Becky put her heart and soul into everything she did, and that included her impassioned speeches about her alpha title. She was passionate about other things too. For instance, being a mother. But, next to her child, her roles as Women's Champion and alpha female were the most important things to her. Even over the father of her child. Anybody who spoke that intensely was sure to draw attention. Sasha briefly turned her attention away from her nameless jobber fucktoy, delivering a swift but thunderous smack to the rear in front of her, before acknowledging Becky's fiery "promo".

"Oh, Bex! So nice to see you again! Sorry I didn't notice you, I'm a little, preoccupied," Sasha assured with what could only be described as the most overconfident laugh Becky had ever heard. Preoccupied? With that worthless piece of ass? In any situation, a buttslut willing to give it up to Sasha was no excuse for ignoring the true alpha. Becky was enraged, furious even! But, every ounce of anger turned into pure confusion as the crowd cleared, revealing to Becky just who exactly the nameless jobber fucktoy was.

In reality, the nameless jobber fucktoy wasn't that at all, but instead, it was the fearless, dangerous, unstoppable Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka. Bent over, on all fours, for a career switch. What the fuck was going on! How could this have happened!? Becky was sure that Asuka was unbeatable with her butt up for grabs. With her ass on the line, she'd even beaten Becky! At Royal Rumble 2019 to be exact, when she made her tap to the Asuka Lock, that being that last time that Becky's plump ass had been properly pummeled. Asuka even made The Man enjoy it, which only made this whole situation even worse. The point is, when The Empress stacked the odds, she always succeeded, as evidenced by the lengthy reign with the Raw strap she enjoyed during Becky's absence. So, this must mean... oh fuck! No!

Asuka had willingly given her ass away to someone! Who that was exactly wasn't important, because all that mattered now was that she was getting anally defiled by the ace switch; worst of all, she was loving it! Becky looked on in horror, wondering if this situation could get any more fucked. But, sadly for her, the way it was going, the worst was likely to come.

Sasha continued to pound that prized piece of Japanese ass in front of her, all the while, keeping herself a part of the conversation between Charlotte and Becky. As if to rub dirt in Becky's open wound, The Boss grabbed a hold of those famous, rainbow locks and yanked on them tightly, applying a dangerous amount of pressure to Asuka's fragile neck. Worst of all, The Empress couldn't get enough! It was as if she'd been completely broken. But, all hope wasn't lost, at least not for Becky, anyway.

Despite what everyone else already knew about the "mighty" Empress, Becky was still holding on to her faith. Not everything had gone to shit! Maybe she was wrong, maybe Asuka did put her ass on the line? Becky hadn't watched the entirety of tonight's show, perhaps Asuka and Sasha had a match earlier, ass for ass? It was Raw After Mania©, so it wasn't unlikely that Vince would want to stack the card as much as possible. Smackdown's Women's Champ versus the women who was Raw Women's Champ just twenty-four hours ago. That's a huge fucking Raw match! But, as seconds passed and the crowd watched as the length of Sasha's cock easily glided in and out of Asuka's asshole, it became extremely apparent that any hope Becky held was all but lost. Asuka and her once impenetrable asshole was now nothing more than a fuckhole, open for business. If the business was girlcocks, then the business was booming, and by the look on Asuka's face, she wouldn't have it any other way. The facepaint she wore to the ring, meant to strike fear in the hearts of her opponents, had smeared all over her face due to the sweat that had built up over the fuck session.

Each thrust sent the formerly fearsome woman jolting forward, chipping away at her mental state in the process. She was lost in pleasure, so much so that her mouth began to drool almost uncontrollably like a dog waiting for a "good boy" treat. Eventually, even holding her head up became too much of a challenge, so Asuka's face slumped onto the cold, hard concrete floor. A mixture of sweat and spit formed a small pool around her face, but Asuka didn't worry about that. Instead, she focused the remainder of her deteriorated consciousness on holding her muscular ass open.

Becky watched on in a trance-like state, captivated by just how far her former adversary had fallen. Never in a million years would she have predicted that Asuka would have a big enough cocklust to bottom to Sasha Banks. But, therein lied Becky's biggest problem. Her dismissal of Sasha as a legitimate threat.

Everyone knew that Sasha was a brilliant in-ring technician; it's what had kept her as the most powerful switch instead of a pure bottom for so long. But, due to her absence, Becky was unable to witness the transformation that The Boss had undergone. Alongside her former best friend Bayley, Sasha had become The Standard and The Blueprint for all professional wrestlers, confidence which propelled her to overcoming Asuka earlier in the year. A minor victory in the grand scheme of things, but a sign of things to come.

Over the last year, the Golden Role Models had been basically unstoppable, due to one little tactic. They'd make their opponents an unrefusable offer. Their opponent's ass, whoever that may have been on that given night, in exchange for both Sasha and Bayley's asses permanently. So long as they cheated when match time came, it was a winning formula, as successful as winding down the clock in American Football or Hogan dropping the leg. They were so successful, that they'd even managed to miraculously turn Bayley into a legitimate top for a time.

Naturally, once Bayley made the stupid decision to turn on Sasha, aspiring to become the alpha herself, she was subsequently turned into a bitch once more. In one night, Hell in a Cell, Bayley lost her title, and any hope of ever being a real top again. But, it wasn't all bad! Bayley wouldn't describe it as "bad" at all. Just like Asuka, she couldn't be happier in her new role. But, unlike Asuka, Bayley was Sasha's exclusive bitch, belonging to The Boss and The Boss alone. All of this was, of course, news to Becky.

Well, not big bottom Bayley, that was that norm when she was last around. She'd been gone throughout all of Bayley's biggest triumphs, so seeing her patiently waiting for her ass' turn was nothing new. And wait she would, as Sasha was likely going to take her time with the Japanese sensation. But, not if Charlotte had anything to say about it.

"Preoccupied, Banks? What have I told you about using my favorite slut without asking?" Charlotte asked, clearly upset by Sasha's use of The Empress. Well, that cleared things up. Becky thought about it and was happy that at least it wasn't Sasha who'd broken the only women who'd been able to beat her clean. No matter how she felt about The Queen, Charlotte's talent as both a top and a wrestler was so undeniable, that not even Becky, her greatest rival, could contradict it.

Surprisingly, The Boss defiantly ignored Charlotte's question, instead opting to repeatedly beat the flesh of her ass. Sasha threw her hand down with the force of God time and time again until Asuka's pale butt was the angriest shade of red. Well, one cheek, anyway. Sasha always did love to humiliate her bottoms by leaving their poor, broken asses in a mismatched state. It made them look ridiculous, which in turn made Sasha feel like a million bucks. Once she had, Sasha finally answered the alpha's question.

"What was that, Charlotte? I couldn't hear you over The Empress' reaction to my COCK! You love my cock, don't you Asuka? Speak up, slut!"

"Kami wa i! Watashi no o shiri wa sore ga daisuki desu! Daisuki desuuuuuu!!" Asuka screamed in her native tongue, resulting in another swift palm strike to her suffering rear.

"If I've told you once, I told you a thousand times, bitch. I don't fucking speak Japanese! Say it English, or else I'll pull out and give Bayley her turn!"

Quickly, Asuka gathered everything she knew about the English language in the name of keeping that cock in her ass. "No, no! Bosu... Boss! I love your cock! My ass loves your cock!" Like a good slut she proved it as well, throwing her ass back with all of the force she could muster. Of course, Asuka was much stronger than Sasha, so when their flesh met in the middle, The Boss felt the full impact. It nearly knocked the wind out of her initially, but she persevered.