All in: Anal

What a difference a year can make, right? A year ago, with Wembley Stadium and the All In PPV, All-Elite Wrestling's biggest show ever on the horizon, Dr. Britt Baker, DMD was competing for the Women's World Championship in an all-star 4-way for the ages. Herself, a freshly "Timeless" Toni Storm, Hikaru Shida and, the eventual winner, Saraya, all went to war on the biggest stage possible, with the brightest of lights shining down on what, at the time, could've very easily been considered the biggest match in the history of AEW's women's division.

Now, after nearly a year away recovering from the toughest injury of her career, simply parading through the women's locker room was like night and day for Britt. Just looking out at the sea of bodies, things were almost unrecognizable. Not because she didn't recognize the "new" faces, the sought-after free agents acquired in her absence or, in her eyes, the shiny new toys to try and fail to "replace" The Docta. No, instead, because of how many there were, it made finding the exact person Britt was looking for more difficult than it needed to be. The fanciest, priciest, shiniest new toy of all! "The CEO", Mercedes Moné, fresh off of debuting her new heater Kamille and leaving Britt a battered mess in the ring. Which...was exactly what Dr. Baker was looking to "speak" to Mercedes about.

Look high, look low, but she couldn't find The Money Maker anywhere, finding anyone BUT Mercedes and her brand new top, fresh from the National Wrestling Alliance. Though, Britt DID stumble on a particularly upsetting sight, one that forced her to stop and think about both the past and the present. And in the process, stare, and draw attention from the pair her eyes were glued to. A pair of women whom she shared quite the histories with.

"Look, Baker, I know you're really eager to get your ass fucked but...you're gonna have to wait your turn," Thicc, Italian Goddess Deonna Purrazzo, otherwise known as Britt's long-time good friend, joked, before reaching out and grabbing a handful of hair belonging to the woman whose asshole she was currently ramming her fat, strap-on cock inside, Thunder Rosa.

"Yeah...mmm-chingaaa... Basura Baker, wait your turn! Right now, until I beat this bitch and fuck her ass myself, Deonna is fucking MY culo, so butt out! ¡Ella está jodiendo mi culo gordo ahora mismo! Si, AYYY-DIOS MIO!!!" Thunder began before, ultimately, getting silenced by a harsh smack to her fat, Mexican culo from The Virtuosa's free hand, the other still locked on those locks, her hips still slamming into Rosa's rear.

"Shut it, a real woman is talking, whore," Purrazzo growled as Britt watched on, a flurry of memories flooding her mind upon seeing Rosa's mistreatment. Memories that skewed both directions, with Britt in Deonna's position, pounding Thunder's cheeks into oblivion, as well as the opposite...Britt bent over for Rosa, getting her own cheeks clapped. And for some reason, the ones where she was bottoming were a bit more present than anything else. Probably because the most recent of these happenings was exactly that, Rosa finally taking Britt's title, beating her ass and then fucking it. Luckily, Britt's ego never really stopped running and thus, she was able to snap back into reality and fire a verbal jab of her own.

"Yeah, as if I'd ever bottom to someone as pathetic as you!" Britt yapped and Deonna rolled her eyes.

"Like this bitch?" She asked before slapping Thunder Rosa's ass again, La Mera Mera yelping but gladly welcoming the abuse to her ass as Deonna pumped in and out of that shit-pipe.

"Yeah, that was a long time ago? Who cares," Britt sassily reminded. "And I'm not looking for your sorry ass, anyway, so there! I'm looking for that BITCH and her top who thought they could get away with laying me out in the ring!"

"Mercedes and Kamille? They left already," Deonna announced. "So, if you're looking to get your ass fucked, you might as well just bend over next to your ex-Mistress here and hope that The Virtuosa has time for you."

Now, it was Britt who rolled her eyes. "First of all, this bitch was NEVER my mistress, okay? That's number one, number two is this: are you trying to get your ass fucked or something? Because all you're doing is pissing me off, as if I wasn't already pissed off enough from that little CE-Hoe running around, claiming that she's the face of MY division!"

"Look, Britt...you, Mercedes...doesn't matter. Both of you are just keeping that TBS warm for me. And I don't know who YOU think you're fucking talking to, but I think we both know that compared to The Virtuosa, you aren't shit."

Britt, gritting her teeth as she looked down at someone who, for a very long time, was one of her closest friends in the world, growled, "You're making me out to be a joke right now and I promise Deonna, you're NOT gonna like the fucking punchline."

"Oh, yeah?" Deonna was quick to fire back. "Ha...hahaha....you? Think you can take...me? The best technical wrestler in the world? Ha! Honey, please. Just go. Get out of my face before I stop joking around about fucking your ass and get serious about making it happen."

"The fuck? I am supposed to be scared of you, bitch?" Britt asked, insulted. "This is my fucking division! Always was and still is! I don't care how many silly little rest-holds you know, I can kick your ass any day of the week and uhh...since my schedule is especially empty this Saturday on Collision...why don't I prove it? Me and you, one-on-one!"

Deonna couldn't help but giggle a bit, knowing how vastly superior her wrestling acumen was, and knowing that without any backup in the form of a VERY SPECIFIC hot British PAWG, Britt was facing tough odds. Especially Deonna herself wouldn't be all alone. "Collision, huh? I'd love to go back-to-back jacks like a true Collision Cowgirl..." Deonna pondered, referencing her latest victory against Thunder, as well as the reason why the former World Champion was bent over in front of her. "Question.... ass-for-ass?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Britt assured. "I need to teach you a fucking lesson! All of you, really. You, Mercedes, everyone! The three most important letters in this company are still D! M! D! And I already have a date with that little wannabe boss's ass at Wembley Stadium, so why not squeeze in a little tune-up match against an old friend?"

Deonna just shook her head, displaying a similar amount of confidence with far less effort. "Saturday it is then, Baker. I'd recommend keeping yourself plugged until then," Purrazzo advised with her signature "finger purse" for special effects, finishing, "It'll make it a lot less painful when I destroy your fucking butt."

"Keep talking, bitch," Britt snapped back. "It's your thicc ass that's gonna have a cock in it." And with that, Baker stormed off, barely even thinking about the forthcoming match against Deonna on Collision with Wembley Stadium and a TBS Title match against Moné on the horizon.

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Saturday...

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The two days between Wednesday and Saturday night came and went rather quickly, Britt and Deonna both only getting that much time to prepare for what was quite the huge Collision main event transpiring. Of course, always looking to book the biggest matches possible, Tony Khan was quick to approve the match, especially since both girls were asking for it, meaning Dr. Baker and her ex-bestie just needed to stay focused on the forthcoming bout. And while that was particularly easy for Deonna Purrazzo, wrestling's virtuous technical wrestling goddess, the same couldn't be said for Britt Baker.

Britt's mind was anywhere else, specifically, on August 25th, and her date with The CEO. With Kamille now backing the former "Legit Boss" and Britt's own "hard hitting" back-up still out-of-action, pulling a victory against one of the best in the world now was going to be even more of an uphill battle. And, in turn, Purrazzo didn't have the specter of All In, the biggest show of the year, looming. But, if their schedules or Deonna's vastly superior technical acumen wasn't enough to give The Virtuosa the edge, then of course, her ongoing feud with La Mera Mera was.

As expected from two well-decorated, world renowned talents, Britt and Deonna went to war in the main event of Collision. Reversed finishers, intense near falls, and, of course, plenty of those "rest-holds" that Deonna had promised to tie Britt into a knot with. And after everything they'd endured, a real knock-down, drag-out brawl, the finish came when Purrazzo locked in her double Fujiwara armbar which she calls "The Venus De Milo". Just...not because of the submission itself.

Before Dr. Baker could tap from the intense pain...or escape the hold from a rope break, Deonna's recent archenemy, and Britt's greatest foe Thunder Rosa, made her way out to the ring, fresh off of getting her ass fucked by The Virtuosa on Wednesday night. Or, as she usually called it, "getting it out of her system". Rosa had gotten a lot out of her system over the years, and never truly broken, evidenced by her attack on Purrazzo, breaking the submission hold and freeing Britt. Only, it didn't matter. Because Thunder Rosa wasn't in the match. So, her attack immediately had the ref calling for the bell.

But not ruled a no contest, though. No, no, no! The winner, by disqualification, was The Virtuosa, Deonna Purrazzo. And as Rosa and Deonna brawled to the back, referees doing their best to break up the scuffle amongst chants of "Let Them Fight!", Britt sat in the ring, a sweaty, heartbroken mess because she understood what had just happened. The age old, golden question in the pro wrestling women's hierarchy across all promotions: do DQ finishes call off an ass-for-ass bet? Unfortunately for The Docta, in AEW, they very much did NOT.

Maybe it was the newness of the company, maybe it was the lack of a true, all-powerful alpha female since Jade Cargill "took the big payday", but either way, a DQ ending the match didn't mean Britt's bet against Deonna was null and void. By technicality or otherwise, Baker lost and now, her ass belonged to Deonna for a night, whenever and wherever The Virtuosa wanted it. Buuuuut...that didn't mean AEW's motor-mouthed "Roll Model" was going to be happy about it!

"Ahhh, there she is!" Deonna greeted Britt who arrived at the locker room holding her arms, struggling to decide which hurt more.

"Save it, Purrazzo. That was bullshit and you know it!"

"Bullshit? Yeah, probably, hahaha! But, you know the rules, don't you, Baker?" Deonna gloated.

Britt rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know the fucking rules, alright? I've been here longer than you." Naturally, losing and giving up her ass so soon after her triumphant return, even if she wasn't pinned or submitted, was a bitter pill to swallow. And seeing her former best friend's smug grin didn't help it go down any easier.

"Umm, who cares how long I've been here?" Deonna asked sarcastically, living the moment. "Clearly this bottom-ridden company needed a real woman like me to come through anyway. And you especially, seeing as how you've always had a little fixation on girlcocks, Britt! So, why don't we cut to the chase, huh? Go ahead and bend over for me!"

"Look, can't we just do this later? Like, in private?" Britt asked, sounding more genuine than Deonna was used to, mostly because Dr. Baker definitely WAS looking to avoid suffering the humiliation of getting bummed in public, with the rest of the locker room watching.

"Oh, but Britt...hehe, this is funny, it's been so long since you've tried to pathetically top someone being on the shelf and all...you must've forgotten how fun it is to take a bitch's ass in THE most-humiliating way possible!"

"C'mon, Deonna, cut me a break here!" Britt begged further. "You didn't beat me! You won the match...I have no problem honoring my end of the bet-".

"Of course not!" Deonna jumped in. "You can't wait to get that ass fucked!"

Britt groaned before continuing, "That's not what I meant! I'm just saying, I'm not gonna give you a hard time about it. It's bullshit, you know that and I know that...but you won the match. Nothing I can do about that. But you can make this fair...for an old friend? Do me this solid, Deonna, come on!"

Purrazzo wasn't dumb...the furthest thing from it, actually, and in any case, it didn't take a rocket scientist to see that Britt was making a pretty honest and fair point. D.M.D. may have lost the match, but she wasn't beaten. Maybe she would've tapped from The Venus De Milo? Or, maybe she would've gotten out and landed a curb stomp for a 3 count? No way to tell, especially when Deonna had been expecting the DQ from the beginning. In any case, it was obvious that Britt was begging for mercy, but more than anything, she was asking for fairness in a world built on respect and honor. That much could be accommodated, especially when Deonna didn't really care when she fucked Britt's ass, so long as Baker didn't try and back out or, more hilariously, try and turn the tables.

"Alright," Deonna smarmily caved, ensuring that Britt knew from her tone alone that The Virtuosa was doing her the biggest of favors. Nevertheless, Britt's expression immediately shifted. "I shouldn't...I should embarrass you right here and right now...but I guess you've got enough embarrassment coming your way on August 25th, don't you?"

Just like that, Britt's expression soured again; The Docta was very confident that she could and would beat Mercedes.

"So, fine. I'll text you the address of the hotel I'm staying at later. Meet me there tomorrow night, 7 sharp, or else we wait and do this in front of EVERYONE at Dynamite this Wednesday. Got it?"

"Yeah, sure," Britt confirmed before tossing out her hand for a shake and adding, "Thanks, Deonna."

Purrazzo, however, did not shake the good doctor's hand. Instead, she waved Britt off, flicking her hand right in Baker's face, as she often did to the camera during her entrance, followed by a stern, sassy final order. "Just don't be late, bitch." Britt scoffed, and Deonna walked away, likely towards the showers to clean all of the sweat she'd accumulated across her gorgeous body. Eventually, Britt did the same, and both girls left the arena, anticipating the following evening for different reasons and, of course, with different levels of excitement.

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The Next Night...

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Knock, knock, knock on the door rented by Purrazzo is exactly what Britt as she arrived before the exact hotel room she'd been looking for. She checked her text history just to verify...yep, correct, much to her chagrin. A huge part of her definitely wished she'd gotten the wrong hotel entirely, that the whomever rented this room was some massive AEW fan who would be shocked and excited to see The Doctor out and about, ask for an autograph, obviously not get "too weird", and above all, give Britt a reason to high tail it anywhere else. That she wouldn't hear that insanely recognizable voice, belonging to exactly who she expected, yell, "It's open, Britt!" from the other side. But, she did. And so, Britt groaned, turned the handle and opened the door. Though, what she found once inside was entirely unexpected.

For starters, Deonna wasn't alone. Hell, she wasn't even "decent", in fact, she was already knee deep, or rather "balls deep" inside of her latest victim. Which, for a moment, Britt actually got excited about, seeing as though Deonna may not have a full gas-tank and therefore wouldn't necessarily be at peak performance if she'd already spent some energy topping someone else. But, that excitement quickly faded once Britt realized who it was, exactly would be joining them tonight.

Those oh-so-familiar delirious Spanish cries gave away the culprit, if the "AYYYY-chingaaaaa!" wasn't enough. The woman that had "indirectly" cost Baker her match the previous night, and her career-rival, Thunder Rosa, yet again bottoming to Deonna Purrazzo, strangely. Why? They hadn't wrestled again, and as far as Britt knew, they're blood feud was still piping hot...otherwise, why would Thunder get involved in their match and attack Deonna? Though, that quickly became just ONE of Britt's worries the second she scanned over the situation and noticed one-too many extra pairs of legs. 6 legs for two people didn't exactly add up. Someone else was here, and she was helping Deonna double-bum the former women's world champion. And based on that unmistakable shade of caramel milk chocolate on the skin of those legs...it was pretty obvious who the 2nd mystery woman was too.

"Thunder? And M...Mercedes, is that you? Why are they here Deonna?!" Britt asked, enflamed.

"Hi Brittany!" Mercedes piped up, still unseen and yet, very pleased by The Doctor's presence.

"I've been looking all over for you since Wednesday! And...and seriously, Deonna, why are they here?" Britt, in shock, did her best to try and give attention to each question. But with a million more questions yet to be asked, each more confusing than the last, doing so wasn't exactly EZ-PZ.

Before Mercedes could respond, Deonna answered, "Well...here's the deal...surprise!? Rosa getting involved in our match last night was a set-up! Pretty smart, huh?"

Britt's eyes flamed as shock coated her pretty face.

"Y-Yeah, Basura," Thunder began to explain, struggling through the two cocks pounding her culo. "W-We set you up! D...Deonna promised me another...rematch if I got involved-puntaaa madre!!!" The destruction of Rosa's asshole grew more intense, practically leaving her incapable of continuing her explanation. Luckily, Purrazzo was happy to pick up where La Mera Mera left off.

"Yep, all I had to do was give her a rematch, of course in exchange for whatever I wanted, that being an easy, DQ victory against you, Britt, and an effort free chance with these Thunder cheeks again! It's so funny, right? How willing she is to offer her own ass up like a slut AND still bet it again, just for the chance to maybe beat me and fuck MY ass? She's so pathetic, desperate to prove that this is still her division, and that she's still a top. Remind you of anyone, Britt?"

Baker rolled her eyes; it was obvious that Deonna was referring to The Docta herself.

"So, great. That's fucking wonderful! All of that talk about out-wrestling me and yet here you were, sneaking around and conniving like a bitch," Britt snapped, Deonna barely paying Baker any nevermind as her true focus, at the moment, was her warm-up with Rosa's fat, Mexican booty. "It's good to know that even though I lost, I was the better woman. But that still doesn't explain why the CE-Hoe is here, does it?"

"First of all, Bitch Baker," Mercedes piped up, still unseen. "I can do whatever the FUCK I want? So, don't worry about why I'm here, yeah? But since I'm untouchable compared to all of you losers...no offense Deonna...I'll tell you anyway, Brittany! Simple answer...I heard you were about to get your, haha...your...CAVITY FILLED, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Ahhh...now, I couldn't miss that, could I? How could I ever turn down a preview of the glorious sight ahead of me at Wembley Stadium?"

Unfortunately, D.M.D. didn't think Mercedes' cavity joke was as funny as everyone else did, nor did she get any kind of solace from Moné's explanation for joining them. Luckily Britt, a master quip artist, always had one in the chamber regardless of the situation. "Your new top let you out for this? That's interesting! Tell us, 'Cedes, who'd you get to take your place with Kamille for the night? Toni? Skye? I know she's free, all injured like that! Willow? Was it Willow? I bet it was Willow, wasn't it?"

"She's..." Mercedes, clearly very flustered by the subject of AEW's new badass hoss. "Kamille is NOT my top, okay? The CEO is all about business! And Kamille is my business PARTNER! That's it!"