Bianca Belair took in a deep, relaxing breath, the likes of which she'd been unable to since WrestleMania. Even now, with her favorite toy, Liv Morgan by her side as they walked towards the women's locker room, breathing in like this was hard to do. Mostly because Bianca didn't feel as though she deserved to.
After everything she'd worked for: years of training and grinding in NXT, losing every opportunity at the NXT Women's Championship. Sitting in catering all year after her main roster debut until finally, her potential was realized. Bianca Belair won the Royal Rumble, setting herself up to achieve greatness. To etch her name in history by beating Sasha Banks on the Grandest Stage. Yes, Sasha stans worldwide should've been melting in their seats. Even they thought Bianca's moment was a shoo-in to steal the show.
Alas, news broke that their match would be the main event of Mania's first night. It was her first title match of this magnitude, let alone in the main event of the biggest show of the year. Instead of rising to the occasion as the EST should, Bianca crumpled under the colossal pressure, which in turn allowed Sasha to capitalize. After all, this wasn't her first main event.
Admittedly, even she had been a bit nervous; it was the fucking closer of WrestleMania, for crying out loud. But though the stage was bigger this time around, The Boss stayed cool, calm, and collected as she likened the Mania marquee to any of the other times she made history. In the end, it gave her a massive advantage, one she rode to a successful title defense, sending Bianca spiraling.
Ever since her loss to Sasha, Bianca had been at home, wallowing in defeat as her loyal submissives suffered without. Of course, that didn't apply to Liv, who never left her mistress side, to begin with, the bubbly Jersey girl practically becoming a live-in maid for the EST over the last few weeks. Which was lovely for her, considering it meant she had her mistress' full attention, but sitting at home and sulking was doing Bianca's confidence no favors. Two weeks she spent, a shell of the strongest, fastest, roughest, toughest, the very best in all of WWE. Then, she got a text from Charlotte Flair.
From Charlotte came a message, requesting a meeting of sorts. Normally, Bianca would've dismissed the memo, had it come from anyone else. But, much like many of the other locker room dwellers, Bianca had an innate fear of The Queen. Be it presence, dominance, or the unspeakable thing she was capable of doing but something about Charlotte sent a chill down Bianca's spine. Luckily, she'd managed to keep that fear under control, given her minuscule interactions with The Nature Girl. But, she could hide or shy away no longer.
Bianca wasn't sure what Charlotte wanted from or for her; she only hoped that it was something that could benefit her. Ever since the first message, Flair had left her completely in the dark about everything. Over their short text conversion these past few weeks, Charlotte assured Bianca that everything would be okay but she couldn't discuss the details. For whatever reason, it had to be done in person, which only added to the overwhelming anxiety that loomed over Belair. Why the mystery? Bianca couldn't think of any positive reason why Charlotte would want to meet with her. Only bad ones. In reality, the actual reason for Charlotte's request was definitely for her benefit. Bianca Belair was completely unaware that her meeting with The Queen was to set up her future as Charlotte's next right-hand woman.
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Charlotte was in dire need of a replacement after her previous lieutenant, Alexa Bliss, was tragically exposed and brutally broken by Becky Lynch.
That damn Becky Lynch! She who Charlotte considered the scourge of WWE; a plague on her unstoppable run atop the company. The two were set to collide at Money in the Bank in just one week. The stakes were as high as possible: Charlotte's title and her ass for a single night versus Becky's ass for a lifetime. On paper, it seemed relatively even, but Charlotte was sure that she was putting way more on the table. Because she wasn't just some overconfident, delusional buttslut playing dress-up. No, just like the dominant alphas Chyna and Beth Phoenix, the trailblazers of the past, Charlotte was an anal virgin.
The few times she had been desperate, or careless, enough to put her ass on the line, she'd been successful. Throughout her ongoing career, The Queen had never once taken anything up her ass, the greatest factor in determining an alpha; that's exactly why she hand-picked Bianca to be Alexa's successor.
The Raw Women's Champion waited for the arrival of her brand new protege, stroking the multi-colored mane of her favorite pet Asuka as the pathetic Empress orally worshipped her mistress' cock, presumably preparing it for her first rectum wrecking of the day. The rest of the room was empty; with Alexa no longer needing to hide her desires, there was nobody to interrupt what Charlotte demanded to be an isolated conference between them and their most trusted slaves only. Asuka wasn't very trustworthy, but as long as Charlotte kept her ass filled, she was as faithful as can be, so that's all that mattered. And, that was definitely on the table. But first, the business had to be taken care of. The business that would be handled the moment that door opened. As the handle turned from the other side and the door slowly crossed the threshold, Charlotte cleared her throat so she'd sound as regal as possible.
Bianca Belair creaked the door, allowing just enough space for her and Liv to sneak inside. Once inside, The EST led her faithful servant across the room to begin the long-awaited meeting between herself and The Queen. As the distance between the Royal Rumble winners closed, Charlotte snapped her fingers, informing her bitch that it was time to cease her suckling. Asuka immediately detached herself from the object of her greatest desire, quickly dropping lower to kiss her owner's feet as said owner began to speak.
"At last, you've returned! And I see you've done as instructed by bringing a slut of yours? A mighty fine choice I might add, picking someone you stole from Becky! I like that!" Bianca had stolen Liv from The Man, but it came during Becky's eleven-month pregnancy hiatus, so the sadistic blonde buttwhore was more than fair game.
Giving a glance at her bitch, Bianca replied, "Yeah, thanks, but that's just a coincidence." She wasn't lying, that wasn't why she'd picked Liv. The Riott Squad member was just her favorite slut. Liv wasn't her greatest conquest or some bitter rival she'd managed to break. No, Morgan was Bianca's personal favorite due to the unadulterated enthusiasm she always showed when getting bummed. The bitch never felt pain or offered an ounce of resistance. She was a perfect buttslut, rivaling the likes of Alexa Bliss in her prime. Sure, topping her wasn't anything impressive, but taking ownership over a whore of that caliber was nothing to scoff at. After all, it takes a pretty tough customer to convince cocksleeve like Liv Morgan to stick to just one woman.
"That doesn't matter!" Charlotte assured, kicking off her slut in a briefly annoyed fit. "All that matters is that you are here and, just as important, you've shown me that you listen well." Bianca didn't know how to respond. She was still unsure of where Charlotte was taking this conversation and didn't want to press any wrong buttons. Instead, she eagerly waited for Charlotte to continue.
"Yes, you listen well. This leads me to why I've asked you here, why I've arrived two hours before I normally would. Alexa's out! That slut gave her butt up the very first chance she got! Long story short, Becky got to her, broke her, and now I need a new lieutenant. Someone I can truly rely on. Somebody who's not going to jump for the first dick that offers to fuck 'em. No, I need someone strong like you!" Charlotte's powerful words echoed throughout the mostly empty room, taking Bianca aback in the process. Given the way she spoke, it was evident that she hated even needing to butter Bianca up this much.
The Queen hated giving out compliments, above all else, because she knew that everyone was genetically inferior to her. She shouldn't even have to ask The EST; instead, it should've been a demand that Bianca had no choice but to follow. But, it further proved how desperate Charlotte was. No doubt, she knew that Becky had her on the ropes. Charlotte could beat Becky, she just knew it! But, much like The Man, The Queen wanted a surefire, fool-proof, guaranteed victory. That came with having the proper individuals around her.
"Yeah, you're strong all right! You and me, EST, we're the same. I see a lot of myself in you; your superior athleticism, freakish strength, an anal virgin. When I look at you Bianca, I see alpha material. Someone to not only stand side by side with but to take over when I step down as the reigning alpha." Charlotte ceased her speech, allowing what she said to really sink in. Alpha potential? The highest goal Bianca had set for herself was conquering Smackdown! However, she wasn't sure how much Charlotte actually meant of what came out of her mouth, considering they shared a small, three-year age difference. Assuming Charlotte goes on for another five to ten years, that doesn't exactly leave her with a lengthy reign at the top. But still, it was incredibly high praise from such a dominant woman. One that helped raise her spirits. Before she could give her thanks though, Charlotte continued.
"Women like us, dominant females whose only desires are to conquer and force the weak to bow are few and far between. Women like us need to stick together Bianca! Think about it: The EST and The Queen, supreme rulers of the hierarchy!" Charlotte stepped forward, going deep into selling her offer.
"You'll have everything- no! More than Alexa had! I'll have no problem delegating power to someone who can truly handle it," Charlotte said, lying through her teeth. In reality, Bianca would have the same role as Alexa, Charlotte's right-hand woman. Someone to help wear out potential challengers or exist as an additional obstacle to overcome. Anything more was highly unlikely and Bianca knew it, too.
Bianca had every right to be skeptical of The Queen's authenticity. She'd never known Charlotte to be this generous, nor did anyone else. It was a well-known fact that Charlotte usually only looked out for herself; as long as her role as alpha was intact, well, that's all that mattered. Which was what led to Bianca Belair finally asking a key question.
