The WWE Women's locker room is a strange place. One where the hierarchy isn't always dictated by wins and loses, and how well you can keep a dick out of your ass reigns as the most important principle. Stronger women ass fucking the weaker women to show their dominance has been a staple of the locker room since way back in the late nineties, starting with Chyna and Sable. At the time, Sable was having trouble in her marriage and had run out of options when it came to pleasuring herself. She came to Chyna intending to keep the affair a secret, but that's not how the Ninth Wonder of the World thought it should go. Chyna convinced Sable to give her ass up in front of the entire locker room. Soon, she became Chyna's slave and others followed suit.
For decades that's how it's been. Tops and bottoms everywhere, with one woman reigning supreme at the tippy top of the hierarchy. Throughout her tenure, Chyna's strength was unmatched; her rule was unopposed and it remained that way until she left the company.
With no real alpha to take her place, bottoms looked to the closest thing they could find, which happened to be Trish Stratus. The Purveyor of Stratusfaction was the winningest wrestler at the time and she wasn't a complete bottom, which was basically the only requirement necessary to crown the alpha in 2002.
Unsurprisingly, Trish didn't last long, giving her massive, cock-addicted booty to Lita, who herself was also a delusional bottom. Back and forth they'd top each other, with neither of them feeling like anything special. After Chyna, they were pretty thin when it came to actual alpha women, okay?
Nevertheless, 2002-2006 was a very dark period plagued by a lack of dedicated butt-busters. Whether it was Trish and Lita, two delusional bottoms trading the spot back and forth, or stronger women like Jazz and Victoria taking the alpha spot, only to leave after a short spell. Eventually, Trish managed to turn things around and put together a decent run. She miraculously kept her asshole closed, so people began to gravitate to her. Going further, she was able to officially make Lita her bitch during this time and even managed to tame a certain newcomer by the name of Mickie James.
Yes, for several years, one of the biggest buttsluts known to man was the alpha female of WWE. But, it just went to show how pathetic the division really was back then. The entire "Divas" roster was filled with weakness and ineptitude and the hierarchy suffered because of it. Until Beth Phoenix made her debut.
The Glamazon spat in the face of said weakness, quickly taking control of several high-profile names. She topped anyone and everyone until all that remained was the pseudo-alpha, Trish. Stratus didn't go down without a fight though, no matter how many hours she stayed up each night thinking about Beth's dick. She fought it until the very end; until there was no avoiding it.
Trish kept winning matches, but that didn't stop her innate desire to be dominated, to be tamed, to present her holes to other women on a silver platter. Eventually, Trish remembered that her true calling in life was to worship superior women and as soon as that happened, she cracked. In what was a first and only type of occurrence, the reigning "alpha" begged to be someone else's bitch.
The WWE Hall of Famer's request was immediately accepted, but it didn't go without punishment. No, as the new alpha, Beth wanted to put the whore in her place for good. So, she came up with the genius idea of the dreaded "Locker Room Train". Every woman, regardless of standing would strap up, line up and take turns in Trish's ass. What followed was absolutely historic, as the former domme was gangbanged by the entire roster, destroying any thoughts about going above her station again. The effect of " The Train" was so powerful that Trish even ended her legendary career early, just so she could serve Beth full-time.
Time would move on and true alpha females became a more common occurrence. Eventually, Beth would suffer the same fate as Trish; though she wasn't already broken beforehand, she wouldn't survive the Locker Room Train. Once again, "the Train" would result in an alpha worshipping another, with Beth getting addicted to her successor, AJ Lee. As AJ came into power, she saw the devastation that the Train could cause and outlawed anybody from using it again, all in the name of protecting herself. And it worked, the Train was never again used on the Main Roster, even long after AJ had fallen to Paige and Paige had fallen to The Bellas.
This brings us to the here and now, with Nikki and Brie's eventual conqueror as the supreme ruler, Charlotte Flair. But, as we know, Charlotte has an immensely talented challenger approaching in The Man, Becky Lynch, who's become obsessed with not only getting back the Raw Women's Title but also officially claiming the alpha spot. She has her chance at Money in the Bank; if she loses, Becky will belong to Charlotte for as long as The Queen wants, likely meaning forever. But if she wins, there'll be nothing stopping her from taking every cherry Charlotte has to offer.
After upstaging The Queen in their gangbang of Asuka, Becky was looking to chip away at that impenetrable armor even further. There were few good ways she would have accomplished this, but none would've felt better than turning Charlotte's chief lieutenant, her partner-in-crime Alexa Bliss, into her bitch.
Becky had a few options when bringing the idea to reality. The easiest obviously would've been to hold the tiny girl down and remind her of her past by force. But, not only would that be rape, but it would also break the code of ethics set forth by Chyna and the other trailblazers of the hierarchy system. More importantly, however, it would be grounds for Charlotte to call upon the first Train in eight years. Not good; if she was going to do this, it would have to be calculated. Charlotte couldn't find out about it until after Alexa had already broken and for sure, more than anything else, the earning of Lexi's bubble butt had to be authentic.
The best and truest way to earn the rights to someone else's ass had always been by winning a match where that person had put their ass on the line. A tactic that had been used for ages by lower-tier girls to try and gain the upper hand against legitimate tops. Because when asses were on the line, all that mattered was the result. It didn't matter if shenanigans were afoot, nor did it matter if the match was won by count-out. If you lose, you become the winner's bitch for that night and that's all there is to it.
Normally, Charlotte never allowed Alexa to bet her ass, but luckily for the Bex-ploder, The Queen was spending two weeks away from the company quarantining due to the contraction of a certain pandemic-causing virus. Surely she'd instructed her assistant to avoid any challenges until her return, but with Charlotte gone, nobody could stop Becky from somehow forcing Lexi into a wager. All she needed was the means, something interesting enough to trick the overly-cautious Bliss into betting her sweet booty. And then, it hit her! Becky would bet her ass permanently.
Ah yes, the "get rich quick" scheme of the WWE; incredibly risky, but if you believe in yourself, your dreams would become a reality. Rarely did anyone ever pass up on the chance to take complete and perpetual ownership over someone else. Normally, not even Becky would've been desperate enough to bet her ass permanently, just for a chance to get in Charlotte's head. But, since she already had to bet her everlasting freedom to even get the PPV match, Becky was more than willing to do it here, as well. At this point it was all or nothing; if she doesn't have what it takes to beat Alexa, there was no point in even challenging Charlotte.
