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The Squared Circle

Chapter 21

Then. Now. Forever

Monday, January 6, 2014 – 6:34 pm – Baltimore Arena – Baltimore, Maryland

The WWE Universe would be treated to an old school Monday Night Raw in just under 90 minutes, complete with a retro Monday Night Raw opening video sequence, retro referee outfits, and even retro gimmicks from some of the veteran superstars. But for the Divas of the WWE, the night was not a night for looking back, but a night to look forward toward the future. Layla had informed the Divas that a summit had taken place to propose the extravaganza officially dubbed as Bound for Pussy. When Layla informed Stephanie of the plan and the name, it took the "Billion Dollar Princess" almost five minutes to stop laughing before she kissed Layla and proclaimed it to be one of the best ideas ever conjured up. In the two months since the event had been announced, the ladies had been waiting on more details, such as a date, time and location. Layla had promised to have something definitive by the beginning of the New Year. She was not one to disappoint, and as the first Raw of 2014 approached, she would again prove to be a woman of her word.

"Layla said to meet her at 6:30. She's late." Dani aka Summer Rae scoffed.

"Don't get your little thong twisted. She'll be here." Saraya shot back.

"I am not wearing a thong, thank you very much. I have on boy shorts." Dani replied.

"Probably cheeky ones." Victoria teased.

"You're one to talk, Alicia." Tenille said in her attempt to check Victoria.

"Why are you all up in my draws?" Victoria playfully spat.

"You weren't complaining last night…" Tenille started before being quickly shushed by Victoria, accompanied by a frantic waving of the hands by the gorgeous chocolate-skinned Diva.

"Looks like a couple of somebodies are hittin' it on the down low!" AJ added.

"You mean as opposed to a couple of somebodies who are open with their shit?" Rosa cracked back on AJ.

"What are you talking about?!" AJ asked an octave higher than normal as Kay looked on with a poker face.

"You and Kay thought you were hidden in the cut by the ice machine. That was some of the deepest French kissing I have ever seen." Rosa said with a warm smile and a wink. AJ stood with her mouth agape. Kay reached over and pulled AJ to her, cradling AJ's head in her bosom.

"What can I say? This little bitch is straight fire." Kay said before kissing AJ's forehead. Everyone including AJ laughed. Just before releasing her, Kay gave AJ an extra squeeze, pursed her lips and exhaled, actions that were not lost on Trinity as she took mental note of them and filed them away for further analysis.

"Why does everyone always leave me out of the laughter?" Layla said as she walked up on the group.

"Because you're old. This is young girl's laughter." Ariane joked. The oohs and ahhs of the other women serving as background noise.

"Fuck you very much. I'll show you how old I am tonight after the show." Layla answered in deadpan fashion.

Ariane leaned over to Trinity. "She took the bait." Trinity chuckled.

"But you schemed to get this old ass so I must be doing something right." Layla looked sexily at Ariane as she replied. "Now! On to why I called this meeting. BFP Update." The women began murmuring.

"Talent meeting in 10 minutes in catering!" One of the production assistants shouted as he breezed past.

"Alright. Let me make this quick." Layla said. "BFP is set for Tuesday, July 22nd in Orlando."

"Damn! July?! Why so far in advance?" Trinity asked.

"TNA is based there. NXT is there. And July is the next time we'll be there. Logistically, it makes sense." Layla's answer was met with head nods. "Now this next part is going to be a little trickier. For the formal BFP, we get to pick three to go."

"Three?!" Dani began the next round of scoffing. Layla had to raise her voice above the din.

"Three main roster Divas, three NXT Divas and four Knockouts. Yes, they get four. It's still our six to their four." Layla began. "Now, does anyone volunteer NOT to be in it? I am bowing out and Nikki and Brie said they are out."

Victoria and Tenille looked at each other for a moment before Tenille spoke up. "Ice Cream and I…"

"Ice Cream?!" Ariane piped up first, catching Tenille in a moment where her mouth went before her brain.

"Chocolate ice cream! Cone! Lick! Damn! I mean grow up!" Victoria popped off in classic Alicia fashion.

"Victoria and I are going to pass so we can… explore each other further." Tenille finished, a slight blush tinging her cheeks.

"That leaves Nay, Cam, Kay, April and Dani." Layla announced.

"I love how she says April." AJ giggled.

"Stop sucking up to the leader." Kay whisper-spat.

"I will remove myself from consideration on one condition." Dani said as she raised her hand in dramatic fashion.

"Which is?" Layla said.

"There is another girl in this group that I want to play with. And if she will drop out with me and feed my insatiable girlielust… I'll promise to make it worth her while too." Dani declared.

"I am VERY curious to see who this is." Trinity said.

"Me too." Ariane added.

"I'm glad you're so curious, Cammy, cause it's you." Dani dropped the mini-bombshell.

"Oh… shit!" Trinity put her hand up to her mouth and giggled.

"Me?" Ariane mused softly. Dani dropped her head and looked at Ariane from under her eyelids as she nodded and smiled toothlessly. Everyone in the group waited for the next move from either woman. Dani walked over to Ariane and whispered something into her ear that made the beautiful Funkadactyl slightly shudder, drop her head, close her eyes and exhale.

Without opening her eyes or lifting her head, Ariane gave her answer. "I'm out. It's the SummerCam Show."

"What did you say to her?" AJ asked as Dani put her arm around Ariane to hug her. Dani simply bit her bottom lip and grinned.

"And that leaves three. Nay, Kay and April." Layla said. "Congratulations. Y'all are going to BFP. Now we better go before we're late for the meeting." Everybody congratulated the three women before breaking the circle they were in.

"Ohmigod, Kay! I just want to be a toy. Whatever they want." AJ giddily said.

"You are a true submissive." Kay said. "And before you say it, yes, I do love it."

"So…" Trinity walked up to Kay and AJ. "I think the three of us should… practice."

"Trin, I want you to fuck the shit out of me." AJ said with a sultriness that Trinity hadn't seen.

Trinity flared her nostrils. "Consider it done. I'll talk to you two later." Trinity walked away leaving the two best friends standing alone.

"Girl, I am so fucking horny. Tonight when we get to Philly…" AJ started.

"I need to talk to you about something." Kay said pensively. "When we… get to Philly."

AJ snapped out of her fresh state of libidinous feelings to consider Kay's tone. "It sounds serious."

"It is, but it'll keep until we get to Philly." Kay said.

"Okay. Well, let's go do this." AJ put up her fist. "Chickbusters…"

Kay smiled and offered her fist to bump. "For Life."

Tuesday, January 7, 2014 – 1:30 am – Sheraton Suites Philadelphia Airport – Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The hour and a half car ride from Baltimore to their hotel near the airport in Philadelphia was eerily quiet for the duo that branded themselves as The Chickbusters. From the day Celeste Bonin signed her developmental deal and set foot in the FCW training center in July of 2010, she hit it off with her soon-to-be best friend April Jeanette Mendez. From her early days as Celeste then Ricki Vaughn to the current Kaitlyn, The woman that the WWE Divas call Kay could always count on being there with and for her bestie. When the creative team decided have AJ turn on her best friend in April of 2012, the bond between the two women grew stronger and the fun between the two both in and out of the ring increased. And now with the addition of the Inner Circle to their relationship matrix, it was impossible for them to grow any closer than they already were.

"You know you're scaring me right now." AJ said to Kay as they rode up in the elevator, bags in tow, to their room.

"I didn't think I looked that bad without makeup." Kay joked.

"I'm serious." AJ started. "You were really quiet in the ride here and that's not like you."

"Can we get to our room and put our bags down before you start going all AJish on me?" Just as Kay finished her sentence, the doors to the elevator opened.

"Fine. Come on, Brickhouse."

The women reached their room door with Kay pulling her key out to open the door. Just as the keycard slid into the lock, AJ's hand caressed Kay's backside. Kay hissed at the contact.

"Ape!" Kay whined.

"You shouldn't have worn leggings and a short jacket." AJ purred.

Kay mumbled under her breath. "You are not gonna make this easy for me." Kay opened the door and walked in, rolling her bag behind her followed by AJ and her bag. Kay walked over to her side of the room, picked her bag up and put it in the arm chair. AJ sat her bag down and went to the bathroom leaving Kay to contemplate the conversation that lay ahead. Moments later, AJ emerged from the bathroom drying her hands.

"Do I need to spray?" Kay teased.

"Shut up!" AJ scoffed. Kay sat down on her bed and patted the mattress next to her in a silent request for AJ to sit. AJ walked over and sat down. She looked at Kay who had already dropped her head and leaned over to avoid looking at her beautiful and diminutive best friend. "Kay?" Kay sniffed. It was then that AJ noticed tears falling from Kay's eyes and hitting the floor.

"I've just gotta spit it out before I lose my nerve." Kay said as her voice cracked. "Tonight will be my last match with the company. I'm terminating my contract."

AJ felt her stomach hit the floor. "Y-You what? B-But why?" The sting of tears pricked AJ's eyes as she awaited Kay's response.

"I've been thinking about… life outside of wrestling… for a while now." Kay said as she made a feeble attempt to wipe away tears that continued to fall. "Doing fitness… with PJ." Kay introduced her bodybuilding boyfriend into the conversation.

AJ began sobbing uncontrollably. Kay, who was already slumped over, clasped her hands behind her head as she sobbed.

"I am so happy for you and hate you at the same time." AJ whispered as she calmed briefly. "Fucking bitch." Kay briefly exploded in laughter before starting to cry again.

"I'm so sorry, Ape." Kay murmured as she looked up at AJ for the first time since breaking her news.

"(What) The fuck are you apologizing for?" AJ said. "You're out! You did it! You won pro wrestling! We love wrestling but we swore we wouldn't be Moolah and Mae Young, taking bumps in our eighties to pay for our monthly supply of douche and Poli-Grip." Kay began laughing and crying simultaneously. "Doing what you love with the man you love. I will never begrudge you that. I love you and will support you in whatever you choose to do with your life."

Kay smiled and tears streamed from her eyes. Kay began to speak as if someone were squeezing her heart with their bare hands. "I love you so much. You are my best friend and… female soulmate." AJ began crying again. "I'm… gonna miss being on the road with you. Hanging with you."

AJ let out a tear-filled chuckle. "I'm gonna miss our bad singing and lip syncing in the car."

"Ohmigod! You were reading my mind!" Kay exclaimed as she grabbed AJ's head and touched AJ's forehead to hers. The women continued their mix of laughing and crying.

"Nobody lip syncs Whitney better than you." AJ said of Kay's favorite lip sync artist, the late, great Whitney Houston. Kay laughed then suddenly hopped up off the bed and made a beeline for her bag. "Kay, no!" Seconds later, Kay pulled her classic iPod and Bluetooth speaker. "Kay! I don't wanna laugh!"

"Don't worry." Kay said as she scrolled through songs on her iPod. "I'm gonna make you cry too." Kay then settled on the Whitney song she was looking for. She then launched into her Whitney lip sync for the ages as the hard-hitting synthesized beat of her 1990 classic, I'm Your Baby Tonight, began. AJ began laughing harder as tears streamed from her eyes, the full weight of the meaning of the song hitting her.

From the moment I saw you I went outta my mind
Through I never believed in love at first sight
But you got a magic boy that I just can't explain
Well you got a, you got a way that you make me feel
I can do, I can do anything for you baby

I'll be down for you baby
Lay all my cards out tonight
Just call on me baby
I'll be there in a hurry
It's your move, so baby baby decide

AJ joined in to lip sync the hook as she swayed back and forth, her eyes never leaving her best friend.

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everything
I'm your baby tonight
You've given me ecstasy
You are my fantasy
I'm your baby tonight

AJ stopped on cue to allow Kay to start the next verse.

From the second you touched me
I was ready to die
I've never been fatal, you're my first time

I feel like an angel, who just started to fly
Well, you got a, you got a way that you make a me
Feel I can, feel I can, do anything for you baby
I will fly for you baby
Hold on and enjoy the ride
I'm not in no hurry
We can fly all night baby
It's your move, now baby, baby let's fly

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everything
I'm your baby tonight
You've given me ecstasy
You are my fantasy
I'm your baby tonight

Kay then pulled AJ off the bed as they launched into an impromptu dance routine with the next verse.

Whatever I do
It's all about you baby
And ain't the truth boy
I'm helplessly in love with you
What else can I do boy
But be there for you baby
You got a, you got a way that you make a me
Feel I can, feel I can do any, do anything

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everything
I'm your baby tonight
You've given me ecstasy
You are my fantasy
I'm your baby tonight

The two bestie lovers then went off lip sync script and sang the rest of the song in their own voices.

Looks like I'm fatal
It's all on the table
And baby you hold the cards
You got the magic
And I've got to have it
I don't want the pieces
I want every single part
I'll be your angel
I'm ready and able
Whatever you want is fine
Whenever you're ready, just call on your lady
And I'll be your baby tonight

During the instrumental vamp, they did a tandem two-step as they giggled like teenagers.

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everything
I'm your baby tonight
You've given me ecstasy
You are my fantasy
I'm your baby tonight

As the song finished, AJ and Kay crashed their lips together in the most passionate embrace of their short-lived romance.

The song that had just finished repeated fueling an already electric kissing session to a level of intensity unmatched in either of their romantic lives.

In one sudden and dramatic move, Kay's lips found AJ's neck at the moment her fingers found the inside of AJ's sweatpants. A look that was a mixture of ultimate pleasure and ultimate anguish washed over AJ's face as Kay made sure that AJ would never forget their last night on the road together. Through the foggy haze of her lust, AJ managed to mirror Kay and nimbly work her fingers into Kay's leggings and to the center of her femininity. Both women managed to profess their love to one another through tearful and lust-filled kisses that carried them through a night of lovemaking that they would cherish well beyond their WWE years. Just like the signature at the beginning of all WWE programming, April and Celeste's love for one another was Then… Now… Forever.

Saturday, July 19, 2014 – 8:30 am – Apartment of Mercedes Kaestner-Varnado and Pamela Martinez – Orlando, Florida

Months of waiting, wishing and dreaming were at an end. In just three days, the biggest night in the history of the Inner Circle, The Young and the Restless and The Diamond Exchange would be at hand. Texts flew furiously back and forth between Layla, Taryn, Mickie and Mercedes to ensure that timing, discretion and everything else were in place. Stephanie shocked the ladies when she promised to provide a cover story for their disappearance and a secure bus to transport the ladies to their destination. But before they could get to the night in question, they had to get through the Battleground pay-per-view on Sunday and both the Monday Night Raw and Tuesday Smackdown tapings.

For the women of NXT, the chance to play with the women on the main roster was one that made them salivate. There were constant texts and Snapchat messages from Mercedes to Layla reporting on the heightened hypersexuality of the NXT women's locker room. Even the new girls that weren't in the group seemed to pick up the horny vibe and told tales of their exploits outside of the squared circle. Mercedes quietly took note of whom she thought might be good future candidates for the group while dealing with her own need to feed the sexual demon inside her. And in the last three months, that demon was being fed by a woman that allowed her previously furled freak flag to proudly fly.

Mercedes' roommate Paige was called up to the main roster the night after WrestleMania to no one's surprise. Everyone knew that Paige was going to be the next female call-up and knew she was going to be destined for great things. Little did they know that her ascendency to the top of the WWE would come as suddenly and dramatically as it did. On her first night on the main roster, she became only the second woman in WWE history, joining Gail Kim, to win the Divas championship in her main roster debut match. With her call-up, Paige, the self-professed gypsy at heart, decided to move to her own apartment in Louisville because it was a place that she always wanted to live. This move left a vacancy in Mercedes' apartment that Pamela was all too willing to fill.

The chemistry that Sasha and Bayley had in the ring as foes was mirrored in out of the ring as friends. Pamela wasn't as tight with Mercedes as she was with her BFF Leah Van Dale, known to the NXT universe as Carmella, but her friendship with Mercedes ran a close second. And the combination of the friendship, membership in the Young and the Restless and the proximity of sharing an apartment were the ingredients for a lethal sexual cocktail that kept both women wanting for more.

On this Saturday morning, Pamela had already left for her morning run. Normally, Mercedes would have either joined her or headed to the gym for a quick workout, but decided on a lazy Saturday instead. She figured she would save her energy since the plan was for her, Pamela, Ashley Flair and Rebecca to go to the Battleground pay-per-view in Tampa the next day.

Mercedes awoke to the sun beaming on the backside of the blinds in her bedroom. After letting out a stretch, she sat up and swung her legs around to the side of the bed, rubbed her eyes and reached over to her nightstand for her glasses. She slid her glasses on to check her phone for emails and messages. The first one was from her roommate that caught her eye.

Pammy Whammy

Went 4 morning run. Will bring back something to eat. I'll bring back food too! ;)

"Fuck, girl! Shit!" Mercedes spat to herself before standing up and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. A few minutes later, she came back into the bedroom and flopped down on the bed. She then took a deep breath, licked the index and middle finger of her right hand and slowly slid it under the waist band of her powder blue cotton boyshorts. A long hiss was released when her fingers made contact with her clit. As she slowly began to touch herself with a counterclockwise circular motion, she let out a groan from the back of her throat.

"Damn, Bay." Mercedes breathed out as she found her rhythm. With her legs spread just slightly wider than shoulder width, she made small but noticeable hips swivels as she pleasured herself. She lifted her left arm and allowed it to rest on the pillow above her head. Her circular motion picked up speed as she continued to squirm.

"Ohmigod! This is gonna be good one." She said out loud to herself before lifting her hand to her mouth and tasting herself. Mercedes hummed then slid her hand back under her waistband and pressed her two middle fingers against her opening twice before tenderly sliding her fingers inside. She sank her body into the bed further as she turned her head to her left. "God… damn." She purred, using slow strokes to bring herself to a satisfying end. She found that sometimes a slow hand can produce a stronger orgasm than allowing her fingers to fly, and as she told Pamela earlier in the week, she didn't want to come so much as she was in the mood to 'bust a nut', which she explained to her roommate was a harder, more overwhelming orgasm.

Mercedes brought her left hand to her chest and squeezed her left breast through her t-shirt before sliding it up over her breasts, pinching and rolling the right, then the left nipple at the same level of movement and intensity as her hand working her center. As she worked herself into a lather, she breathlessly talked to herself again.

"I wanna fuckin come… (but) this shit feels so good… Gotta get one 'fore she get back." She repositioned her hand and hit herself with two strokes that felt particularly good. "OOH… SHHHHHIT!" It was then that she decided that this was her kill stroke. "That's… that shit right there." She began repeating that stroke over and over. Her breathing became more labored. "This… gonna… get it." Adding to her intense pleasure, she brought her left hand down and began rubbing her clit with a ferocity that belied her intent to achieve that overwhelming orgasm she sought. Her breath hitched at the back of her throat accompanied by a high pitched yelp as her body began leaning and rocking to her left. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FFFFFFF!" It hit her hard. Her entire body locked, then shuddered, the clamp of the orgasm not releasing her for nearly ten seconds. When it did, she let out a groan that suggested that she indeed got her nut.

Mercedes lay on her left side, right leg over left, right knee bent, with both hands resting on the bed in front of her pelvis. Her panting left no doubt that her orgasm rocked the shit out of her. She got exactly what she wanted. "H…H…Holy shit…"

Little did she know that she was about to get a lot more.

"I pray to God that you saved one for me."

"Huh?" Mercedes huffed in confused fashion as her head lolled up and to the right. Standing at the edge of the bed in her sports bra and shorts was the woman that she identified in her phone as 'Pammy Whammy'. As soon as it registered in her mind that it was her Bay at the end of the bed, she felt herself being pulled to the edge of the bed. Before she knew it, her legs were being spread as wide as possible, knees nearly touching the mattress as Pamela lowered her head. First contact was Pamela forming a seal around her clit and sucking.

"P-Pam! Holy… Fuck!" Mercedes reached down and ran her fingers through Pamela's hair. When Pamela started flicking her tongue on Mercedes' clit, running hands through hair became hair pulling. "GODDAMNIT! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" When Mercedes bellowed that, Pamela let out an evil chuckle, flicked her tongue several more times before stiffening her tongue and sliding it inside. Mercedes let go of her hair, arched her back and slapped the mattress several times.

"Naaaaah, bitch!" Pamela grinned. "You don't get to tap out. You said you wanted to bust a nut."

Mercedes couldn't catch her breath. "I… I did already! I… I… SHIT! I can't do it again!"

Pamela briefly detached her mouth from Mercedes to stand up and yank her shorts to the floor. "I bet you can." She then climbed on to the bed. Mercedes instinctively slid up several inches onto the bed as she looked up at Pamela in insatiable awe. Pamela then settled herself in between Mercedes' legs and began grinding.

"Bay! That's… FUCK!... unfair!"

Pamela began to grind in rhythm with her words. "Who… said… life… was… fair?"

Mercedes gasped loudly in response to Pamela's lethal grinding. The awkward in-ring gyrations of Bayley were nowhere to be found. One of the Young and the Restless members would later call Pamela's bedroom 'The Grindhouse' in tribute to her tribbing prowess. Mercedes was being taken to Sapphic heaven by her Latina hottie of a roommate. Little did she realize that a small shift of her body that she was about to make would tip the balance of power in this little episode. It began with Mercedes groaning a slightly contorting her body to the right under Pamela's undulating hips. When Pamela hit her next roll, her clit brushed Mercedes' in a way that sent an electric jolt straight through to her soul.

"AHHHH! FUCK!" Pamela cried out. Sensing a turning of the tide, Mercedes bucked slightly. "SHIT!"

"Let's go." Mercedes defiantly spat as she bucked against Pamela again.

"UNNNGGGHHH!" Pamela groaned before grinding harder into her lover.

"We gon' get that shit, let's get it." Mercedes cooed.

"C'mon, let's get it then." Pamela shot back as she hit a series of three hip rolls that cause Mercedes to grit her teeth and laugh as a pleasure wave rolled through her. She began throwing it right back as she quickly matched hip rolls with Pamela until they were in perfect sync. The intervals of moaning grew shorter and shorter as they continued to rock, roll, buck and sway against each other.

"You don't know nothin'… 'bout getting' that nut!" Mercedes teased Pamela, her diction breaking down as she got cranked up. Pamela responded with three strokes that broke their previous pattern and sent Mercedes to another level. "Ohmigod! When did you… get so sexy?! SHIT!"

"That damn party in the suite." Pamela recalled. She then hit more strokes that threatened to break Mercedes, who cried out with each roll as Pamela talked. "I… became… a… fucking… freak!"

"AHHHH! Ohshitbitch!" Mercedes managed to turn three words into one. "It's cum time." Mercedes adjusted herself again and thrust her pelvis up just as Pamela was coming down."

"GOD… D… SASHA!"

"Yeah!" Mercedes said as she groaned, giving Pamela everything she had. "Boss bitch here now."

Pamela leaned back and to the side and shot her hip forward and began rolling with all her might. "So is the fuckin' freak!" She wrapped her arms around Mercedes' leg and went full throttle. Both women called out. The needle on their sexual energy was rapidly approaching redline. The defiance of their playful banter gave way to mutual pleading to the other woman to allow release.

"BAY, PLEASE!"

"'CEDE! GOD!"

"COME ALL ON ME, BAY! (I'LL) COME SO HARD FOR YOU!"

Mercedes' words unlocked Pamela's powerful orgasm and unleashed a flood of her warm juices that, upon contacting her, caused Mercedes to come almost as hard as she did at the end of her solo session. Both women panted for nearly 30 seconds before Mercedes found a second wind, flipping around and diving towards Pamela's center, lapping at her before she knew what hit her.

"AHHHHH YEEEEESSS!" Pamela screamed.

"Taste so fucking good!" Mercedes mumbled as she furiously licked and sucked Pam's clit. She then pushed her legs back and began dipping her tongue inside. Pamela could not catch her breath and began high-pitched wheezing that went along with Mercedes best effort to use her tongue as an ice cream scoop in the way she was bobbing in and out of Pamela's soaking wet pussy.

"'CEDE! CE… … … IIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" Pamela involuntarily clamped Mercedes in a head scissor as a near-violent orgasm ripped through her magnificent body. Once Pamela's legs unlocked, Mercedes passionately kissed her way up Pamela's body, stopping at her chest to devour her nipples, much to Pamela's overwhelmed delight before reaching Pamela's lips, giving them the same devoured treatment while rubbing all over her body. Pamela returned the fiery kisses and mutual body rubbing for nearly a minute before they finally broke the kiss. The women were nose-to-nose grinning and giggling before Mercedes started wiggling.

"Goddamn, girl! You are gonna make me fall in love with your sexy ass!" Mercedes beamed.

Pamela gave her a sexy, crooked smile. "I wouldn't be mad at that." Pamela leaned up and gave her a short but passionate kiss. "But then if we fall in love, who would get Becky?"

"If we get her. Hell, she'll be in so… Ash or Lexi or Devin can have her. We can get her on loan… like those Euro soccer teams." Mercedes joked as both women laughed. "Shit. I don't know if sex like this makes it better or worse." She leaned in to kiss Pamela again.

"Well, I mean we could do this all day, but we need to get up and get dressed. We promised to meet Ric and Arn for lunch." Pamela said of their lunch meeting with Ashley and Rebecca.

"Ric and Arn?"

"Yeah. Remember the hotel suite the morning after?"

FLASHBACK - Friday, June 21, 2013 – 7:30 am – Ritz-Carlton – Orlando, Florida

The women started getting up off the bed and moving around in the suite. Ashley was about to get off the bed when Mercedes grabbed her wrist.

"You two…" Mercedes said, looking at Ashley and Pamela. "Y'all are something special." Both women smiled.

"Ya know… we did some serious damage in this bed last night." Pamela said.

"If we had one more… we could call ourselves The Four Horsewomen of the Sapphic Apocalypse. WOOOO!" Ashley said laughing.

"Or just The Four Horsewomen." Pamela said with wry smile.

"We'd need a fourth though." Ashley said. "Like… Paige."

Mercedes looked over at her roommate/fuck buddy playfully teasing Lexi. "I think she's a little occupied. No. We'll know her when she comes. It's got to be organic. We'll just know."

The three women nodded. Then Ashley started laughing. "The Four Horsewomen. Like they'd ever acknowledge a group like that on TV."

Mercedes shook her head. "Never say never. We can change shit around here. Starting with the three of us. We work hard, I mean bust our asses and make them look at us differently."

"Maybe we could start a revolution or something. Even main event a pay-per-view." Pamela said.

Mercedes pointed at Pamela. "That's what I'm talking about! Change your attitude, change your altitude!" She then flared her nostrils. "Now both of you get out of this bed before we don't get out for the rest of the day. Besides, we've got a world to change."

END OF FLASHBACK

"So… Ashley is Ric and Becky is Arn. So that makes me… Lex and you Tully? Mercedes surmised.

"Something like that. All I know is that I just have a feeling that Becky is the fourth Horsewoman." Pamela confidently said.

"Well, I guess we'll see." Mercedes countered. "One more kiss before we get up?"

Pamela grinned. "I never thought you'd ask."

Saturday, July 19, 2014 – 12:07 pm – Ashley's car

Ashley and Becky were in the car headed to the restaurant where the four women agreed to have lunch. The two women had hit a lull in their chatterbox conversation, a staple of their year-long friendship. This rare moment of silence gave the introspective Ashley a moment to think about the things that normally whizzed through her head.

Lately, her thoughts were focused on her main goal, making the main roster. She believed that she was developing both the in-ring skills and the mic skills to be the main player on the biggest stage. There were several deep conversations with Mercedes and Pamela about changing the way that women in pro wrestling were viewed. A little less than two months earlier Ashley began her serious quest down that road when her alter-ego Charlotte, won the NXT Women's title for the first time. Shortly thereafter, Charlotte, who had joined the villainous stable called the BFF's with Sasha Banks and Summer Rae, turned on Sasha, making herself a tweener in the process, feuding with Summer Rae over the title.

Becky, on the other hand, was just getting started with her in-ring WWE career. She had made her televised debut in NXT a month earlier with a win over Summer Rae. Just over two weeks earlier, Becky and Bayley teamed up, falling just short of victory against Sasha and Summer in the same match where Charlotte turned on Sasha. Becky knew she had the talent and the drive to become a champion. She decided to commit all of her energy into learning and perfecting the WWE style of wrestling, improving her mic skills and showing the powers-that-be that a crazy, ex-flight attendant from Dublin, Ireland can make it to the top of the Divas division.

"Wouldn't it be something if we wrestled each other for the Divas title at WrestleMania?" Ashley wondered aloud.

"That would be phenomenal." Becky replied. "In the middle of the ring, catch as catch can, flippin' and jumpin' all over the place! Although you'll be doin' most of the flippin' and jumpin'."

Ashley laughed. "You are a lot more athletic than you let on. I see you busting your ass at the PC."

"But I'm not getting' on the top rope doin' all that acrobat shit! Ground and pound, baby!" Becky said.

Ashley laughed again. "You are too funny!"

"I'm serious! I get up on the top rope to do a backflip, I'd either slip and fall and break my neck like Candice Michelle did… or, or, or I'll half do the flip land and break me freakin' neck like Lesnar did!... No thank you. Let me roll around a little bit, throw a half-ass dropkick every now and then and I'm good."

At this point in the conversation, Ashley is cracking up. "Oh, sweet jesus! They should just give you the mic with no script and let you go."

"No chance in hell! I know me. I'd get all worked up into a lather and call somebody a cunt or something." Becky's self-observation turned out to be a pseudo-prophecy as two and a half years later she would get into a little hot water for ending a promo she cut against Alexa Bliss by saying, "See you next Tuesday!" which is a euphemism for calling someone a cunt. Although she did say that she simply meant that she would see her on next Tuesday's SmackDown!.

"Well, all I know is that I think you would make one heck of a champion, NXT or WWE and I can't wait to see your first reign." Ashley said.

Becky's face lit up like a thousand suns. "Awww! Thank you Ashley! You are a sweetheart. Anybody ever tell you that?"

Ashley smiled. "Yeah. My father does all the time. He's a sweety."

"Well the apple fell right next to the tree."

"Well you're a sweetheart too. All the girls in the locker room love you." Ashley shot back.

"Yeah, right!"

"I'm serious! Even the ones that like to hate on new girls just because love you. And I'm a little surprised because some of them feel threatened by the really pretty ones."

Becky pursed her lips and physically turned in her seat to face Ashley who was driving. "Now you don't have to patronize me."

"I am not patronizing you!" Ashley said as she kept her eyes on the road. "I think you are gorgeous I know that Mercedes and Pammy think you are too."

"So you been talking under my knickers behind my back, huh?" Becky joked.

"Well you do have a nice ass."

"STOP! The patronizing stops right now."

"I'm not… patronizing you! You are hot as hell! I'd fuck you just to hear you swear in bed."

Becky burst out in laughter and leaned to the side in her seat. "ASH-LEEEEE!"

Ashley glanced over at Becky. "You're blushing! Look at you!"

"It's embarrassing… and flattering when a beautiful woman tells you you're beautiful." Becky said, full blush still on display.

"You talkin' about me?" Ashley feigned ignorance. Becky dropped her head and shook it. Just then, Becky's cell phone rang.

"It's Sasha."

"Put it on speaker." Ashley said. Becky hit the speaker button. "SLUT PUPPY!"

"You remembered my name! How far away are you?"

"Fifteen minutes, give or take."

"Is she behaving herself, Becky?"

"She's patronizing me, telling me that I'm hot and what a nice ass I have."

"She's not lying. I'd fuck you just to hear you swear in bed."

Ashley began banging the steering wheel and laughing. "THAT'S WHAT I SAID TO HER VERBATIM!"

"See… it's not patronizing if it's corroborated by multiple sources. Bay thinks your ass is hot too and she's got the best ass out of the four of us."

"YOUR ASS IS HOT!" Pamela chimed in.

"Case closed." Mercedes added.

"You broads are paper tigers!" Becky then began mocking them. "Your ass is hot. I'd fuck you just to hear your accent. You're hot as hell. If I made a move on any of you, you'd run and tuck your tail between your legs. You couldn't handle me. Ask any of my exes. I'm insatiable."

All three women began laughing. "Goddamn, Becks! Insatiable?! You mean like you're an animal or something?"

"Fucking… animal."

"You know what girls? Ol' Sashy Sash has got an idea."

"I can't wait to hear this one." Becky challenged.

"I have a friend who has a friend that is a certified animal. Becky, I challenge you to put your animal up against her animal and we see who's the queen of the jungle."

"Wait a minute! How did a hypothetical conversation become a real-life challenge?! How you do know that I'm not 100 percent straight and with someone right now?!"

"Are you 100 percent straight and with someone right now?"

"What?"

"Are you 100 percent straight and with someone right now?"

"C'mon! Irish people can't lie!" Pamela added.

"Did you just pull that out of that big ass of yours?" Mercedes asked. Pamela simply laughed. "Rebecca! Have you ever fucked a girl?"

Stopped at a traffic light, Ashley raised both eyebrows and turned to face Becky in anticipation of her answer.

"I… mighta… messed around with a flight attendant or two…"

"The friendly skies! Hot damn!" Ashley exclaimed.

"Animal versus Animal. What do you say?"

"What's in it for me?"

"A good time with a sexual beast and to be made privy to the biggest secret in WWE."

"What kinda malarkey is this?"

"Seriously, Becks. No B.S. Huge, juicy secret in the women's locker rooms of WWE and NXT."

"Why can't you tell me now?"

"Better you find out like this. Are you in? Should I call my friend?"

There was a pause as Becky, a woman that never back down from a challenge and had her curiosity piqued, contemplated the offer.

"Is this girl hot?"

"Blazing."

"Is she in the industry?"

"This is not twenty questions. Yes or no?"

Becky paused again. "I'll do it." Ashley began giggling as did Sasha and Pamela. "What are you so giddy about?"

"All will be revealed in good time… and no… this is not a rib." Ashley said. "Get off the phone. We'll see you in five minutes."

"Okay. Bye." Sasha hung up the phone leaving Becky and Ashley in temporary silence. After about 30 seconds, Becky spoke.

"(What) The fuck have I gotten myself into?"

"Becky. I am your friend. I've known you for over year. I promise you that you are not being ribbed and you won't get hurt in any way. Trust me."

Becky looked at Ashley. "Because you promised."

Ashley glanced over at a pensive Becky and decided to give her an ultimate word of reassurance.

"You know you're our fourth Horsewoman."

"I… What?"

"Me, Sash and Bay had a conversation over a year ago and said we were incomplete – that we needed a fourth to complete our Four Horsewomen… It's you."

Becky glanced at the floor of the car then back over to Ashley. Her lip began to quiver as she felt her eyes sting. "If you say 'you complete us' I'm gonna punch you in your fuckin' face."

A single tear rolled down Ashley's face. Becky heard Ashley sniffle. She knew this was legit. Ashley Fliehr doesn't fake tears.

"I'm gonna tell you guys that I love you when we get to the restaurant." Becky said.

"And we're gonna say it right back."

Minutes later, they pulled up to the restaurant. Pam and Mercedes were standing on the sidewalk waiting for them to get out of the car. As they approached, Becky stopped short, smiled and as tears began streaming down her face, she held up four fingers. All four women smiled, cried and embraced. Twenty-nine years earlier, Ric Flair, Tully Blanchard, Ole and Arn Anderson, along with manager James J. Dillon, were thrown together in an eight man tag team match at a television taping due to time constraints. In the combined interview that followed, Arn Anderson uttered the phrase that gave birth to the greatest stable in the history of professional wrestling. "The only time this much havoc had been wreaked by this few a number of people, you need to go all the way back to the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!" Now, thirty years later, in that parking lot in Orlando, four women thrown together by their passion for a business that they love and a bond of friendship that would glue them together, set out on their quest for immortality.

All hail… The Four Horsewomen.

Wait! Kaitlyn is leaving?! Sasha had some alone time?! Bayley's got it like that? Who's the animal friend? The Four Horsewomen?! Yep, you saw all of that in Chapter 21. Next up? More smut. This is my smuttiest work yet and I am quite unapologetic about it at this point. The end is near. But it ain't in this chapter or the next. Be back soon.

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