"Shots have been fired! Asuka has sent a message to the RAW Women's champion!" Alexa Bliss listened to the wild banter the commentators were exchanging, back in her private locker room; RAW was nearing the top of its second hour and the women's segment had started a fire on social media: Asuka had interrupted Alexa's promo to promise she would win the inaugural Women's Royal Rumble and challenge Alexa at Wrestle Mania. Fans had sent their regards to both Asuka and Alexa via Twitter and Instagram, to show how excited they were about the possible encounter. But the one thing Alexa found irritable about the situation, with the exception of being interrupt by a peasant, was the swift roundhouse kick Asuka had given her during said encounter.

Alexa was lying on a black leather couch, which she insisted should be provided in every private locker room the company gave her, with a ice pack set across the side of her head. "I fucking hate those goddamn commentators," Alexa muttered angrily. "They over hype everything that happens. It's so fucking annoying."

Nia Jax, Alexa's best friend and bodyguard, sat on the opposite end of the couch where Alexa's feet couldn't reach. "Yeah, Lexi, I know they can. That's their job." She said, trying to calm Alexa by agreeing with her.

Alexa held the ice pack to her head and struggled to sit up. "God, what the hell was Asuka thinking? Having the guts to interrupt me. ME? Alexa freakin' Bliss? I'm the RAW Women's champion, Nia. Someone needs to teach her some respect." Alexa turned her body to face Nia. "You need to win the Rumble, you understand that, right?"

Nia nodded her head. "Yeah, of course. Then we can steal the show at Mania." Nia's voice showed signs of excitement of having her own Wrestle Manis moment, but Alexa wasn't having it.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. You could challenge Charlotte for her title, and then I can have the night off." Alexa said.

Nia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Uh, why would I want to challenge the SmackDown Women's champion when I'm a RAW Superstar?" She asked.

"So you and I could be the most dominant female champions in the WWE," Alexa gave Nia a fake smile and her best attempt at enthusiasm, but it was clear to any third party person that she wasn't excited in the least bit. "We could rule over everyone."

Nia shook her head. "Then I'd be on SmackDown, and I don't want to be on SmackDown." She said, hating the idea of being on the "B show."

Alexa rolled her eyes. "Do you want to be a peasant for the rest of your career, or do you want to be a queen... No, a GODDESS like me?"

Nia scoffed and pushed herself off the couch. "Well, now I'm thinking I want to win that Royal Rumble then squash your ass at Mania." She said in a raised tone, making Alexa cower into the couch. "Now if you'll excuse me," Nia began moving towards the door. "I need to go shower and change with the other peasants. And don't worry, I'll make sure they know exactly what you said." Nia opened the door then slammed it shut, disappearing into the hallway.

The hell is her problem? Alexa thought to herself. It wasn't a common thing for Nia to mouth off to the goddess like that. Especially when Alexa was just trying to cut a deal with her about the possibility of them running the women's division. But, apparently Nia wasn't ready for that kind of power.

And Asuka... It boiled Alexa's blood when she thought of Asuka thinking she had the right to make her look like a fool in front of the women's division... In front of the world!

"God, I hate her," Alexa swiped her phone from the coffee table and opened Instagram. "Walks around here like she's somebody," Alexa started swiping through her homepage. "She thinks she's so great with," She paused on Asuka's latest photo: It was Asuka in her usual ring gear but had a Santa inspired robe to go along with it. "Her amazing body." Alexa locked her phone and threw it to the other side of the couch. What did you just say? She thought with a look of horror spreading across her face. Her amazing body? What the hell is the matter with you?

Alexa caught a glimpse of the RAW broadcast on the flat-screen: It was showing a replay of the confrontation between Alexa and Asuka. The bruise on Alexa's head began to throb when they showed Asuka kicking her in the side of the head. "See? She's a bitch." Alexa muttered to herself. Asuka then turned her back to Alexa and shook her backside at her; An ultimate act of disrespect in Alexa's opinion. "God, why would she do that? Who the hell does she think she is? I'm gonna fuck her... Up! Fuck her up! Up, fuck, fuck that bitch up." Alexa talked in a panic, not completely understanding what she was thinking.

The memory of the moments leading up to the kick flooded Alexa's brain like a tsunami: Asuka gazed deep into Alexa's eyes, making Alexa freeze in place in a hypnotic trance. Asuka then licked her lips in a psychotic seductive matter, which was only used to distract Alexa long enough for Asuka to deliver the head kick. Alexa shook her head. How could she have been so foolish to let her guard down to Auka? ASUKA? Who was known to play mind games all the time. "This is exactly what she's trying to do," Alexa whispered to herself. "She's trying to get in your head; She's trying to fuck with you." Alexa nodded her head. It was obvious this was all a game. Asuka was good, but Alexa was better.

Alexa picked up her phone and unlocked it again. "I know your game, Asuka," Alexa was speaking to the image on Asuka's Instagram from before. "But the joke's on you: I'm two steps ahead of you." Alexa then made the mistake of scrolling further into her Newsfeed: The next picture was Asuka in her ring gear, taken from a higher position. Alexa's eyes widened at the noticeable cleavage in the picture, as well as the undeniably attractive way the Japanese woman's eyes sparkled in the light of what Alexa assumed was the backstage area.

Alexa felt her knees wobble as she glanced at her locker room door to see if it was locked or not. It looked to Alexa like it was, so she tossed her phone back onto the couch and switched off the tv. "I can't believe I'm doing this," She muttered with a shake of her head. "I cannot believe I'm doing this." Alexa took a deep breath, then untied the drawstring of her ring attire's bottoms. Fuck! Alexa thought as she dropped her trunks as well as the spandex she wore underneath them. Alexa slowly sat back down on the couch, jumping slightly at the cold leather against her bare skin.

"Goddamn, fuck!" Alexa muttered as she picked her phone back up and stared at that alluring picture of her bitter rival. "You're lucky you're cute." She hissed at the still image.

Alexa shifted the phone into her left hand, then licked the tips of her fingers on her right hand. She spread her legs, shivering at the feeling of the cool air on the lips of her vagina, then slowly began to rub her clit.

"Fuck." Alexa moaned, feeling some relief just by touching herself for a few moments. She glanced at the picture of her rival again. "God, why do you have to be so sexy?" Alexa continued the small circles around her clitoris. "Why can't you just be normal?" Alexa let her eyes wonder to the chest of her rival. "Why do you have to wear clothes?" She moaned again, starting to quicken the pace around her sensitive area.

To a fly on the wall, the room was empty with the exception of the RAW Women's champion pleasuring herself on the couch. But in Alexa's mind she wasn't alone... It wasn't her fingers rubbing her clit. Alexa laid her head back against the couch and closed her eyes, continuing the patterns with her hand. "Fuck, Asuka, that feels so good." She moaned quietly, picturing said Japanese Superstar vividly in her mind. As Alexa continued, she felt her face grow hot at the images that flew into her mind: Asuka shaking her backside at her, the sparring that they would do with each other at the performance center. Hell, even the idea of being put into the Asuka lock was sounding fantastic right now.

Alexa cried out again. "Asuka, fuck!"

"What the fuck?!"

Alexa slammed her legs together and sat up. Standing in the doorway of her locker room was her best friend, Nia Jax, who had the most childish smile on her face.

"Wh-wha-what are you doing here?" Alexa stammered, trying her best to pull her trunks back up without making it totally obvious that she had been caught in the act even though she was.

Nia covered her mouth with her hands when she started to laugh. Alexa didn't bother yelling at Nia; She was caught saying Asuka's name while she masturbated, it was no use trying to fight. "What, uh, what're you up to?" Nia asked, fighting back laughter.

Alexa stared blankly at Nia with wide eyes. "...Stuff." She said in a monotone.

Nia snickered. "Stuff?"

Alexa slowly nodded her head. "Yeah... Stuff... and things." She said, trailing away on the last few words.

"Was Asuka helping you with that?" Nia asked. Nia began laughing again when Alexa's face turned an offbeat shade of maroon as she tried hiding her face.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Alexa asked.

Nia quickly crossed the room towards the coffee table. "I forgot my phone," She paused and pointed at Alexa. "You may wanna take a cold shower before you come out."

Alexa threw Nia a dirt look, making Nia laugh again. Nia then left the locker room.

"Shit," Alexa shook her head. "If she says anything to anybody, and knowing her she will, I'm fucked."

Alexa got off the couch. As she did, her trunks and spandex shook loose and came off again. Alexa shrugged her shoulders and pulled off her brassiere and sports bra too, then untied her wrestling boots and kicked them off. Alexa scooped up her shampoo, body wash, and conditioner and headed into the shower stall. "Take a cold shower," Alexa repeated Nia's advice in a mocking tone. "I needed a shower anyway."

Alexa turned the nozzle on and covered herself in warm water. Alexa closed the curtain to the shower stall and took a moment to let the warm water relax her. It was rough being the goddess of the WWE, and being kicked in the head had taken a lot out of her. The image on Asuka's Instagram rushed back into Alexa's mind, making her groan in frustration.

Suddenly, Alexa heard the faint sound of a door lock clicking. Thinking it was just her imagination, Alexa shook her head and went back to her shower. But she heard what sounded like someone drop a shirt or some other piece of clothing on the floor in her locker room. "Nia?" Alexa asked out loud, being confused as to why she was back. "I'm taking a shower, can you come back in, like, twenty minutes?"

Alexa furrowed her eyebrows when no one answered. "The hell?" She muttered to herself. Then something happened that made Alexa nearly jump out of her skin: The shower curtain shifted open, then closed again. Afraid to turn around, Alexa continued staring at the water nozzle on the wall. Who the fuck is in here with me? Alexa thought as she stood completely still in the warm spray of the water. Then Alexa noticed something terrorfying: Her shadow was being projected on the wall in front of her from the light on the wall behind her... But it wasn't just her shadow.

"What the fuck?" Alexa silently mouthed the words to herself as the shadow grew bigger. Alexa then noticed the sound of wet footsteps behind her getting closer. "Who's that?" Alexa asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Whoever it was, was standing directly behind Alexa, to the point where Alexa could hear them breathing and could feel the heat from their body.

"Empress." The person whispered.

Alexa's eyes widened in shock. "Asuka? What are you-" Alexa began to turn around, but stopped when Asuka wrapped her arms around Alexa and pulled her closer to her body. "Why are you n-naked?" Alexa was scared, understandably, but the feeling of Asuka's breasts, the same breasts she imagined while playing with herself a few minutes prior, against her back was starting to make her feel light headed.

"Goddess." Asuka said into Alexa's ear. Alexa's legs felt like Jell-O when she heard the tone in Asuka's voice: It was clear she wasn't here to wrestle or talk trash.

"Empress." Alexa whispered back, turning her head to hopefully catch a glimpse of the naked woman holding her. Alexa was thankful she and Asuka were the same height so she didn't have to strain her neck too much to make eye contact with her.

"Asuka knows goddess secret." Asuka whispered in her usual third person narrative.

Alexa opened her mouth to respond, but the words were lost in her throat when Asuka slid her left hand between Alexa's legs; Asuka's right hand slid up Alexa's chest and cupped her left breast. Alexa moaned intently, not having settled down at all from before. Asuka placed a gentle kiss to the back of Alexa's neck as she started to circle Alexa's clit with her middle finger. "Fuck, Asuka." Alexa moaned. The feeling of Asuka's hands on her clitoris and breast, as well as the feeling of Asuka's breasts pressing against her back was overwhelming for Alexa. She needed more... She needed to be sent over the edge. Alexa wrapped her fingers with the fingers already working on her clit, moving her faster to hopefully show Asuka she wanted her to move faster. Asuka understood, because she quickened her pace. Alexa threw her head back onto Asuka's shoulder; Her knees starting to buckle and nearly give out. Asuka kissed the side of Alexa's mouth. Alexa turned her head to face Asuka: The sight of her sparkling brown eyes and that same hunger driven grin on her face. That same look was always on her face when she was dead sett on achieving something. It was obvious to Alexa that her new goal was to make her come.

"Goddess," Asuka whispered. "Come."

Alexa's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her hips started to involuntarily buck and seize. "Asuka! Oh, fuck, yes! Asuka!" Alexa screamed as her toes started going numb at the unforgettable pleasure she was experiencing.

Asuka sat back and helped Alexa sit down on the floor of the shower stall. "Goddess... Beautiful." Asuka whispered as she unwrapped her arms and stood up.

"Empress?" Alexa started to turn around, but Asuka prevented her from doing so. "Different time, yes?" Asuka muttered into Alexa's ear.

Alexa nodded her head. Asuka gently turned Alexa's head to the left and kissed the corner of her mouth again.

Holy fucking shit, Alexa, that was amazing. Alexa thought to herself. It was disappointing that she didn't get to see Asuka in all her glory. But, judging by what Asuka said, she would get to very soon. Alexa noticed the shower curtain open then close again. Taking extra precaution, Alexa stood up slowly and tried wiggling her toes to hopefully get the circulation going again in them.

Alexa peaked her head out of the shower: Her locker room was empty like she had left it; It was like no one else had ever been there. But Alexa knew better.

"Different time." Alexa whispered to herself.