Next up was Becky's match with Naomi. Becky had been preparing all night, stretching and going over what she knew of Naomi's offense and general strategy during matches. Truth be told though, Becky didn't feel like she was ready. She'd been ambushed and beaten the hell out of by Ronda and was hurting. That and she had been growing warmer during the evening and her mind felt clouded and unfocused. Still, she wouldn't back down from a match, and she couldn't lose so easily. If she was going to lose, she was going to put up a hell of a fight beforehand.
Naomi made her entrance first and Becky watched from the stage. Naomi was one of those wrestlers who seemed all show, with that light-up gear and her dancing gimmick, but she was a skilled and intelligent wrestler. Becky couldn't underestimate her. Besides that, she was absolutely gorgeous and was a fun person to be around. Becky could totally see herself with her.
That...was a weird thought. Becky didn't have anything against lesbians or bisexuals or the LGBT community in general really. In fact, she was supportive, but she wasn't a part of that community and never had felt like she was. At least not before now. But if she was completely honest with herself hadn't she been checking out Bayley not too long ago? And hadn't she felt jealous that Bayley had a girlfriend and she didn't?
Whatever. It was time to make her entrance. Questioning her sexuality would come later. Wrestling was more important right now.
Becky and Naomi began the match by locking up. The two of them were honorable wrestlers and intended to carry out an honorable bout. Becky was just that bit stronger and managed to push her to the corner, and she gave a clean break to Naomi. The match then became about technical wrestling, the two exchanging holds. Naomi had only improved in this style over time and presented Becky an actual challenge. Becky was trying to stay focused, but being so close to Naomi and holding her was filling her mind with distracting thoughts.
This segment of the match was never going to last, and eventually, it moved to a striking contest. Becky was the harder striker but Naomi benefited from her agility and her unique offense, as well as the fact Becky was fighting hurt.. Becky though was able to beat her down and hit her with a Becksloder Supplex. Becky took a moment to recover. Naomi was giving her trouble so she was fighting twice as hard, she doubted she would be doing so well if her frustration towards her own suddenly lesbian feelings wasn't fueling her.
Naomi recovered faster then Becky anticipated and hit her with a bulldog, followed by a Feel the Glow. Naomi went for the cover. 1...2...Becky kicked out. Becky clutched her head, she was in a bad way. Becky got up only to be hit with a Snap Supplex. Naomi went for another cover. Another two count and Becky got out. Naomi hit her with the Final Cut. Naomi covered. Another two count.
Becky was out of it. Her head and face were what had been most damaged and that was now being focused down. Becky stumbled to her feet only to be hit by Naomi's leg lariat. Another cover. Another 2 count. Becky couldn't give up, she had to work her way back in. Becky stood up and blasted Naomi with a few uppercuts. Naomi responded in kind. Becky ducked another attempt at a leg lariat and Irish whipped Naomi into the conter. Becky made her way to the opposite corner and charged. Naomi countered it into a bootylicious, then sent Becky on her back.
Becky was in a complete daze. She'd never thought it would feel so good to have another woman's ass in her face. Naomi went for the cover and Becky was too caught up in the moment to notice. 1...2...3. Naomi was your winner! Or she would normally be, but Becky's hand was under the rope and the ref caught it so the match was to be continued.
Naomi locked Becky in the Slay-o-misson. Which was just utter agony. Becky probably would have tapped, if she hadn't known she was close to the ropes. She stuck a leg out and just managed to reach the ropes for a rope break. Becky got up and blasted Naomi with a dropkick. Then another. Then got her into position and hit a Becksploder Supplex. Becky tried for a cover. Naomi kicked out at 1.
Then she came roaring up and hit Becky with a couple of clotheslines and a leg lariat. Becky was stumbling to her feet, again completely out of it, and was blindsided with a Rear View. Naomi went for the pin. 1...2...3! Naomi won the match.
Naomi celebrated a bit, then helped Becky to her feet. Holding up Becky's arm in a sign of respect.
"That was a hell of a fight." Becky said.
"It sure was. Were you injured?" Naomi asked.
"Yeah. Ronda attacked me earlier this afternoon. No excuses though. You won fair and square." Becky said.
"I get ya. Still, I feel bad. When I win the TV title, I want you to be my first opponent." Naomi said.
"I look forward to it." Becky said. She gave Naomi a smack on the butt and walked away. Naomi smiled but she was a bit confused. Becky was acting a bit differently and Naomi couldn't put it down all to the injury. Hadn't Becky seemed happy after she used Bootylicious? Didn't she seem happy even in defeat? Naomi thought Becky would have been a bit more upset.
Becky meanwhile headed back to the locker room. She needed to get home for some "alone time" desperately. Naomi had the best ass Becky had ever seen. And she was going to have to get herself a woman with a booty like that.
"God damn, I guess I am a lesbian." Becky muttered to herself
"And an arse woman as well." She added in her head.
The rest of the night unfolded as expected and Charlotte watched all of it from her dressing room. Ruby Riott retained her TV Title against Natalya, setting up Ruby Riott vs Naomi for the next big show. Ember Moon defeated Nikki Bella, bringing her up just below Charlotte's opponent tonight in the rankings. Tonight's opponent was Asuka.
Charlotte was warm and afraid. Not just of losing her title but another more mental threat. The knowledge she had recieved when she talked to Stephenie that afternoon.
Charlotte walked into Stephenie McMahon's office. This was a pretty frequent occurrence as Charlotte was Steph's pet project.
"Hey, boss. I wanted to talk to you about something." Charlotte said.
"Not now. I'm busy." Stephenie said. She was sitting at her desk looking over some papers.
"Figuring out how to dodge your taxes?" Charlotte asked, sitting down across from her anyway.
"Pft. Don't be absurd, if I hadn't figured that out I'd never have gotten this far ahead in the game. No, I'm looking to poach talent. We've been warring in an even fight for too long. We have to solidify ourselves as the dominant promotion. And we do that by taking away other promotions wrestlers." Stephenie said.
Stephanie Mcmahon was an evil bitch, even by Charlotte's standards, it's part of why she liked her. But she really could be a buzzkill.
"Well I just wanted to let you know something about a talented wrestler of yours. Something that might change things for you. But if you want me to just walk out that door..." Charlotte said.
"Fine, what is it?" Stephenie asked.
"Sasha Banks is a lesbian." Charlotte said.
"Ha ha. Bullshit." Stephenie said.
"It's true. I talked to her today. She's got the hots for Bayley." Charlotte said. As much as she hated to admit it, Sasha's tastes weren't too bad. She wasn't a lesbo or anything and Bayley was a total loser but she did have a nice ass.
Stephenie paled.
"Are you sure?" Stephenie said.
"Yeah. Apparently, Bayley confessed to her last night or whatever. Sasha rejected her but then she woke up and regretted it apparently." Charlotte said. The room felt a bit warm and suddenly Charlotte couldn't imagine why Steph would be wearing so many clothes. She should probably just strip down a little...
"You're not fucking lying? Because I swear if I find out that you are..." Stephenie said.
"No. It's the gods honest truth. What the hell has gotten your panties in a twist? Who cares if the two munch each other's carpets? It's not like that's gonna hurt us any." Charlotte said.
"Yes, it will you blonde bimbo! Don't you know what the fuck is happening?" Stephenie said.
"I have no idea." Charlotte said.
"This...this has happened before. It's...lesbian pollen." Stephenie said.
"Lesbian pollen?" Charlotte said.
"Yes. Usually, it's been contained or just a minor flare-up that we could fix or treat. But if what your saying is true that means this time it's hyper contagious with a latency period where the infected demonstrate no symptoms." Stephenie said.
"So you're saying there is some kind of pollen or disease or something that can turn people lesbian?" Charlotte responded.
"Yes. Mostly it's been kept quiet but we discovered it during the '90's so the government let us in on it. This might be the super viruis we've been fearing. I'll have to call the CDC...wait...did you talk to Sasha in person? How did you find this out?" Stephenie said. Charlotte's mouth was dry, she felt sick and warm, and Stephenie's breasts looked fantastic in that blouse.
"Y-yeah. I met her in person." Charlotte muttered. Stephenie jumped out of her chair and backed towards the wall.
"You fucking idiot! You could have infected me! You could have infected anyone!" Stephenie said.
"Sorry. I didn't know." Charlotte said. She thought about her boyfriend and how suddenly unappealing he was. Like he was just a friend. She was beginning to panic.
"Well fuck! Go back to your fucking dressing room. The show will have to go on. I'm not losing to the NWA or ROH or New Japan or fucking anybody. So get through this goddamn night and we should be fine. I'll call the CDC and send you, Bayley, Sasha and the people you wrestle into containment ASAP." Stephenie said.
"What about my boyfriend?" Charlotte asked.
"He'll find another girl. As long as this doesn't turn the whole planet lesbian. Now get the fuck out." Stephenie said. Charlotte left. Got into a squabble with Becky (hoping to turn her into a lesbian too), then went to her dressing room.
Now Charlotte was a lesbian and probably a contagious one. What would happen to her? What would happen to the world? Would this just keep spreading until every woman was a lesbian? Was there a cure? Even more distressingly, the idea of having sex with Asuka was becoming more and more appealing than having a wrestling match with her. How would she fare? Would she lose her belt? Would she hurt her boyfriend?
No matter. That stuff about the world was above her pay grade. And the only thing she could do for now was wrestling her match. Everything else she could discard.
Asuka made her entrance. Elaborate and enchanting as always. Despite their ethical differences, Charlotte did admire Asuka, both as a wrestler and her style. It wouldn't stop her from snapping her legs if she could, but she did have a healthy respect for her.
Of course, she also had a healthy attraction to her. Asuka was so lovely. Perky small breast, a nice full bottom, and smooth sexy legs, and she was very cute. Charlotte wanted to have her and she didn't much care about what her boyfriend would have to say about it.
Charlotte came out to her own elaborate entrance, borrowing from her father's imagery. It was a bit of a controversy in the wrestling world when Charlotte Flair, daughter of a man who was synonymous with the NWA and only had a couple of brief runs with the WWF, signed exclusively for the Fed. Charlotte knew she could never stand out of her father's shadow in the NWA, while she could and did in the WWF, though she kept a few pieces of his gimmick to honor him.
The match began with the usual exchange of holds. However, there was nothing honorable about it. Charlotte took every opportunity to cheat. Raking the eye, eye pokes, using strikes to even the odds when Asuka was winning a test of strength. Finally, Asuka let loose with several strong kicks, knocking Charlotte off her feet. Then she hit Charlotte with a running hip attack, putting Charlotte on her back. 1...2...Charlotte kicked out.
Asuka got up, slapped her butt and played to the crowd and hit Charlotte with another running hip attack. Cover. 1...2..kick out. Charlotte got up, internally battling with lewd thoughts concerning Asuka and her bottom and beginning hitting Asuka with knife-edge chops. Asuka responded with uppercuts and forearms. That fight was Charlotte's to lose as Asuka hit a forearm causing Charlotte to stumble back into the ropes. Asuka went running into the opposite ropes to begin a charge. Whether Asuka was going for a hip attack or a running knee or a running uppercut or something else Charlotte wouldn't know as came charging out of the ropes with a spear, practically knocking Asuka out of her boots. Charlotte began raining down right fists into Asuka's face.
Asuka was able to keep her cool and get her into a roll-up. Getting 2 and a half before Charlotte kicked out. Asuka then went for the Asuka lock, causing Charlotte nearly to pass out, but Charlotte was able to use her very long legs to get to the ropes and break the submission. The two got into yet another striking competition before Charlotte was able to hit the beg boot knocking Asuka on her ass. Then Charlotte hit the Natural Selection. 1...2...2 and a half...Asuka kicked out. Charlotte was getting desperate and went for a roll-up on Asuka, using both Asuka's tights and the rope for leverage.
Only... she pulled on Asuka's gear a little too hard. Her bottoms came off completely exposing Asuka's derriere to the crowd and the audience at home. The ref called for the bell, Charlotte lost control of Asuka, and she moved to cover herself as best she could, and Charlotte was holding Asuka's shorts with a dumb look on her face. For a lot of reasons, the ref immediately called for the bell, and the cameras moved to look anywhere else.
"Eh...I didn't I mean...that wasn't." Charlotte said, standing up. Still holding Asuka's shorts.
"Give." Asuka said holding her hand out, looking furious.
"Ok." Charlotte said giving her shorts back, Asuka turned a bit and pulled her shorts on, Charlotte staring the entire time. She didn't mean to do that, but she also couldn't say she regretted it.
Asuka turned and slapped Charlotte across the face and left. Charlotte didn't mind. The match was worth it for that view, and she still got to keep her belt.
Backstage, in the Gorilla Position, chaos reigned. Stephenie just smirked. She didn't mind the finish to the match at all. Or any of the homoerotic things that happened that night. In fact, she didn't think she'd be calling the CDC at all. But she would be talking to her Woman's Champ alone in her office. Discussing many...intimate matters.
With that, the show drew to a close.
But the Lesbian Pollen incident was just beginning.