Untitled - orphan_account - World Wrestling Entertainment [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

The pay-per-view known as Money in the Bank was always one of the most intense of the year, since winning was huge for anyone's career. Wrestlers coveted the opportunity to participate in their respective ladder matches, since winning would give them a guaranteed future title match at any time and any place they wished, without prior notice to the champion. There were several women in the match who all had their own reasons for wanting to walk out of Dallas with the contract suspended above the ring, but none of them were quite as motivated as Zelina Vega. The passionate audience in attendance was in an uproar as the pretty and petite Zelina Vega swiftly made her way up the ladder, stepping up each rung, her fingers brushing with the white case that symbolized her destiny… She was about to win. She could taste the championship opportunity.

Then all of a sudden, Alexa Bliss, one of her opponents in the match, was on the other side of the ladder, surprising her and making her reel back instinctively. Her hand moved away from the briefcase like she was scalded.

There was something wrong in this situation, but Zelina Vega couldn’t quite put her finger on it. There was something about the way she felt her focus shifting away from the championship opportunity she was within fingertips of grasping to the captivating woman in front of her. The way her consciousness seemed to narrow in on just Alexa should have been alarming, but for some reason the alarms blaring in her head went ignored.

The crowd was cheering and shouting but somehow it felt intangible to Zelina Vega, as though it had been snuffed out like a flame under a wet blanket.

There was surely something amiss, Zelina Vega still couldn’t quite place it though, as she felt her head tilting instinctively to match Alexa’s posture, who stared back at her with a smile. Zelina’s own expression was startled and blank. There was little more than idle curiosity in her mind as she wondered why she was following Alexa off the ladder. She was supposed to unclip and take the briefcase, right? Why wasn’t her body listening to her?

The match soon ended as Zelina Vega still felt lightheaded, her hand up to her temple like she had a terrible headache as she walked backstage, not even paying attention to the fans along either side of her path that extended their hands towards her. She walked around the backstage area, not really aware of where she was going, her hand still up to her face, with her other hand aggressively waving off anyone that tried to speak to her. She needed to be alone.

“What happened in that match?” Zelina Vega whispered to herself, standing in front of the mirror in the women’s restroom before she even realized that was where she went. She stared at her reflection, searching her face, willing some kind of answer out of it. When she wasn’t able to find anything, she slammed the spigot to start pouring out water, and gushing cold water streamed through her hands, which she quickly splashed her face with. Still nothing.

When she watched the footage back on her phone after she found a secluded spot, she saw what the fans had seen. She put her hand up to her mouth, scared. She seemed like she was in some kind of trance. She knew Alexa had undergone some weird transformation as of late where she had some kind of supernatural powers, but she thought it was all kind of hokey bologna.

She knew she had to find Alexa if she was going to get any answers, so she started storming around the offstage area—past the production crew, past pallets and rolling containers of supplies. Only wandering further and further into more secluded areas.

She was able to find Alexa fairly quickly, which was fortunate for both of them.

“¿Qué pasó cuando estábamos en esa escalera? What happened when we were on that ladder?” Zelina Vega said, her voice thick and angry in a way that only her Latina accent could convey.

“Whatever do you mean, Zelina?” Alexa asked, sounding serene, innocent, almost childlike.

“You know what I mean. You put some kind of spell over me. If you don’t tell me what happened then I’ll go tell Pearce.” Zelina says, her accusatory tone still making her voice shake and quaver. She felt herself tense up, still very much in fight or flight.

“I’m not sure.” Alexa says, still sounding confused at the aggressiveness in Zelina’s stance.

Suddenly Alexa’s eyes seemed to flash, which for just a split second made Zelina let her guard fall.

“Aah, stop it!” Zelina says, shaking her head vigorously, her hands instinctively shooting up to protect her eyes. Though she soon steadied and started peeking through her fingers again, still unsure about what was going on.

What Zelina Vega remembers from the rest of that night is pretty spotty.

She remembers slowly letting her arms fall to her sides, slouching forward as they hung submissively. They were no help to help her protect against Alexa’s advances. Her body was betraying her again. That wasn't possible, she was there to confront Alexa.

She remembers starting to feel some kind of invasive external influence inside her head. There was a voice telling her she should trust Alexa unconditionally, and everything Alexa said felt as though it was amplified in her head, echoing and bouncing in her skull. Was that why she wasn't able to remember anything?

She remembers she was in a seated position while Alexa’s head was between her legs… She remembers something warm and wet swirling around her puss*, setting her pleasure receptors ablaze… Was it Alexa’s tongue? That couldn’t be right, she wouldn’t have possibly allowed that.

She remembers softly letting out a “Ple-ee-ase,” sounding like she needed some kind of release… She remembers instinctively arching her back against someone's touch, her eyes rolling back into her head... What has gotten into her? She wasn’t some kind of horny deviant. Why was she enjoying it?

She remembers kicking her leg, almost like she had restless leg syndrome, willing Alexa off of her, but of course, it went unnoticed. That wasn't possible either. What happened while she was under that spell?

She feels herself getting wetter and shifting uncomfortably from the thoughts, they couldn’t be right, she must have imagined it because of Alexa’s spell, it was some kind of illusion.

“What’s the matter, Zelina?” Alexa asked, sensing the woman sitting next to her stirring, squirming where she sat.

“I’m… not sure…” Zelina says weakly, staring off into space, as though she was somewhere else.

“Well, let me help.” Alexa said, and her hand was already cupping Zelina’s jaw as she turned the Latina’s head. Slowly Alexa leaned in, closing the gap with a kiss on the lips, one that she held even as Zelina softly groaned in protest, before slowly acquiescing.

She felt her agency and awareness once again snuffed out, she was losing her sense of self to the illusion.

She was Alexa’s servant.

She smiled into the kiss.