The last few weeks of Sasha's life had been utter hell on earth, she hated it; constantly losing to Asuka. It defied everything she had ever thought about herself, because no matter how hard she trained and how vigorously she fought she still struggled to close the gap between herself and the Empress of Tomorrow. Her match had finished some minutes ago and there she was, nursing an icepack to the back of her neck pathetically. Her brown eyes held a glimmer of frustration as she sat alone on the wooden bench, only her shadow keeping her company in the women's locker room. Her phone lit up for the dozenth time, great, yet another message of support from her friends and family, honestly by this point it only poured salt into the wound.

Sasha's already horrid night suddenly got a whole lot worse as a slow clap broke the silence, she squinted her eyes and brought a questionable frown to the door.

"Bravo," Charlotte's patronizing voice oozed behind her wolfish grin, "is it just my imagination or have you forgotten how to fight?"

Tension mounted instantly between the pair.

Despite the draft separating them to different shows it didn't change their bad blood, nothing could. The Boss fumed, chest already rising just that little bit harder now that she had the Queen in her sights. She gripped onto the pack on her neck so tightly that the ice could be heard crushing from across the room. "What the hell are you doing here?" She demanded angrily. "Last time I checked you got booted to Smackdown."

"Calm your blood pressure Boss," the blonde waved off Sasha's tantrum like swatting a fly, "we don't want you throwing out a muscle, Asuka has already done too much of that for you."

"Why don't you come over here and say that to my face!" The purple haired girl sprung up with surprising speed and launched her icepack to the floor, daring Charlotte to push her further.

The tall blonde responded with a smile of confidence, suddenly squaring her shoulders and holding her head high as she stepped forward. Did she fear Sasha Banks of all people? Hardly. The girl was like a tiny pest that had outlived its worth many times over. Charlotte stopped in front of her, staring her down, so close that she could feel each angry huff of breath. It was delicious, knowing that she could press on her buttons so effortlessly. "And you'll do what? Lay down some 'gangsta lingo' and tell me how you are going to show me why you're The Boss? Please. Been there, done that." She held herself strongly and allowed her green eyes to scan down Sasha's body, purposely letting her gaze linger in some areas longer than needed. "It's hard to believe that you are the same girl I made history with and now look at you... how pathetic. It's an embarrassment really."

That did the trick.

Sasha lashed out furiously and swung her fist to Charlotte's jaw. Charlotte, who easily caught her by the wrist, shoved her sharply against the lockers. The metal clanked together loudly and the Boss groaned after going face first into one of the doors. The blonde had her. She felt her weight loom into her heavily from behind, keeping her pinned to the locker. The Queen grappled Sasha's wrists and forced them high above her head, she pressed into her tightly, bearing into her back.

"I swear to god if you don't let me go right now..." Sasha's was seething, she didn't appreciate how uncomfortable it was being held into the lockers while Charlotte Flair was breathing down the back of her neck. She struggled hard, jerking and tugging wildly at her hands, but the blonde's grip only tightened. "I'm serious Charlotte, you are dead meat!"

"Am I?" The blonde chuckled deeply and nestled her face behind Sasha's ear. "Tall words for such a small girl. Don't you ever tire of trying to act bigger than you actually are?"

The Boss growled, goosebumps rose when Charlotte's breath bounced into the shell of her ear, she felt a tingle shoot along her spine and began working twice as hard to throw the damn woman from her. She tried headbutting - not enough space. She tried kicking at the blonde's shins - not enough space. Sasha was thrashing.

The thrashing had Charlotte laughing at first... until the brash grinding from Sasha's ass spurred a twitch in her pants. Then she was left with a look of horror (thankful that the Boss couldn't see her face) she lost her focus and gasped when the girl almost slipped her hands free. The Queen's brain was barreling in panic, Sasha was rubbing back against her without the slightest clue of what she was actually doing. The friction alone was...

Twitch.

No, no, no! She was not getting a hard on because of Sasha Banks, just no! She was not responding to the sway of Sasha's stupid hips and the grind of Sasha's stupid ass and those stupid grunts she kept making whenever she realized that she wasn't getting anywhere closer to freedom. "Will you stop that already?!" Charlotte blurted, without conscious thought. She felt an unplanned swell growing in her pants, all of the blood traveling down south as she panted harshly into the Boss' neck. "Sasha, stop it!"

"You stop it!" Sasha argued, just for the sake of it. Though she didn't know what she was actually contesting until she realized that she had a rock hard erection pushing against her ass. The shock made her stop. Sometimes she forgot what Charlotte sported between her thighs, she had known about it ever since their bff saga back at NXT, though it hadn't been an easy secret to pull from her.

Both women were sweaty and flushed; hearts racing.

"Charlotte..." The Boss controlled the shake in her voice and stilled completely, now pressing her forehead into the cool metal of the locker door.

The blonde didn't answer, her brows furrowed almost painfully at the stab of arousal in her groin. Her face was pushing against the nape of Sasha's neck, she tried not to think about how it would feel to be stuffed deeply inside of-

"Charlotte!" Sasha barked again, sounding agitated. "Can you try not to dry fuck me against Bayley's locker!"

Suddenly the Queen crashed out of the gutter and into reality. "Don't flatter yourself Sasha." She sneered and quickly let go of the smaller female, striding beyond arms reach from her, her cheeks were red, but she appreciated that the Boss was giving her attitude to defuse how mortifying the situation actually was. "I'd rather relinquish my title to Lana."

As Sasha finally turned she couldn't help but let her eyes fall to the impressive tent that the blonde was pitching in her pants, she could tell that it put most of the men to shame even from here. "Funny, is that why you've 'Flaired' up right now?" The Boss smirked dryly and felt a buzz of triumph at the flash of rage in Charlotte's pretty green eyes.

"Shut up!"

"Ouch, did I touch a nerve?" Sasha moved in, relishing that the blonde was too stubborn to ever back away from her. Charlotte looked like she was about to commit murder. "Or maybe you came here because you want to be my consolation prize. That's it, right?" In a flash she reached out and grabbed the blonde's crotch.

Charlotte gave a strangled noise and quickly held onto Sasha's tanned arms, eyes blowing wide in shock. "Sash-AH!" Her voice cracked when the Boss squeezed at her thick shaft, palming her over her slacks. The Queen's brain had officially broken, she gave a heavy noise in her throat and stared at the petite female through smoky eyes. Jesus Christ, Sasha's hand felt amazing, it was all she could do to resist bucking forward.

"What?" Sasha batted her eyelashes innocently. "Don't tell me you've never thought about it... you... me... how it would feel... the things I would let you do to me..." She teased Charlotte's cock with a greedy squeeze. "...the things I would do to you..."

"...Sasha... what..." Charlotte whispered urgently, digging her nails into the Boss' toned biceps. "What are you d-doing?" Now she felt like the pathetic one, her eyelids were droopy.

"You tell me." She purred.

"You... you're screwing with my head..." The Queen gritted her teeth, trying to make sense against the constant ministrations of Sasha's possessive hand. She didn't want her to stop and she hated it, she imagined some of these 'things' that the girl would let her do to her and she almost lost it.

Sasha heard voices in the hallway outside and abruptly pulled back, leaning down, lifting up the pack from the floor and shoving it to Charlotte's crotch. "Here, put some ice on it...Queen." She cast a devilish wink at the blonde and walked past her, making her exit from the locker room with a new sense of victory that she couldn't find in the ring.

A flabbergasted Charlotte was left standing in the center of the room awash in discomfort with the erection she was left with, this was just another reminder that she truly did hate Sasha Banks.

So yeah, I took a shot in the dark with these two. Was originally going to make it a one shot, but maybe I should continue? Thoughts? xD

All & any feedback is appreciated!