As the reigning alpha female of the WWE, Ronda Rousey was the undisputed champion, the strongest in the company, in more ways than one. So why? Why would she reduce herself to...forming alliances? Partnerships with...oh no...OH GOD, not her!
Nobody, not a single soul, was willing to put their egos aside to align with The Fabulous One, Carmella, WWE's most money of mistresses, and a single look down at her, rubbing her face against her favorite fuckhole's ass cheek was evidence why.
"Oh, ASSuka, I promise, Mama Mella's never leaving this butthole again! You don't have to worry, okay, baby? I'll never, ever leave this beautiful fuckin' butt empty again!" Carmella passionately assured, baby voicing her way through that verbal performance in between rubbing those cheeks like a cat in heat and smooching them, her full lips planting dozens of kisses on the round Japanese ass of the once-mighty and formerly-unbeatable Empress of Tomorrow, Asuka.
Asuka blushed, keeping her face out of sight; times like these made Asuka wish she still wore her face paint from her days on the Japanese indie-circuit. She kept her face hidden, but what she couldn't help was the way her body reacted to Mella's words and her sinister touch. That deadly pair did things to her that she hated with a venomous passion, almost as much as Ronda Rousey hated watching Carmella gush over that overrated fuckhole.
Ronda rolled her eyes, still wondering how she managed to stoop so low that she actually asked The Princess of Staten Island, of all people, for help. Obviously she knew why: Alexa Bliss. The outlier in this whole affair, the woman she'd gifted Sasha Banks and Becky Lynch, two of her favorite bitches in the biggest bet in WWE history. At WrestleMania, Ronda had a three-way, also featuring Becky and Charlotte Flair, two bitches belonging to The Goddess. If she lost, Rowdy would be giving up her ass. But if she wins, she'll finally be able to wreck that perfect little biscuit butt, and put that uppity bitch in her place!
Ronda was pretty sure that she'd win no matter what. But, a little insurance policy never hurt anyone, which was why Ronda turned to the only top who wouldn't dare cross her in the long run. Because, at the end of the day, all Carmella really wanted was another run with ASS... I mean...Asuka's fat ass. She may not have liked Carmella, as annoying and verbose as she is, but nobody was worse than Bliss. So, stomaching The Staten Island Stunner was a small price to pay, especially now, as she looked down at her waist and saw not one, but two world championships.
Joining her Raw Women's Championship was now the SmackDown belt, freshly-won off of Asuka earlier in the night. And to think, all Ronda had to do was bet Mella's ass to get a title shot! Asuka easily gave it up, hoping to put The Fabulous One and her FABULOUS ass in her place! Little did she know, it was a complete and total set-up, leading to a loss that, eventually, funneled into her current situation: bent over, with the most annoying person on the payroll endlessly gushing about how "in love" she was with her ass.
Carmella didn't just love ASSuka's namesake. No, quite literally, she was in love with that ass. Like, she would get married to that butt, if it were legal. She just loved it so much, no doubt a result of the dozens of times she fucked it last summer, when she was the SmackDown Women's Champion. Asuka's ass, for a while, was Carmella's property. But, sure, take a little time off and boom, that dumb bitch tried to act like nothing ever happened!
Typical top behavior, pretending that they're not a used-up fuckhole but, whatever the case, Carmella gladly accepted when Ronda came forward with the plan to team up, Mella receiving Asuka's ass on a silver platter in exchange for her services which, truthfully, was the only reward she needed. Getting her true love back was more than enough. Something she was willing to sacrifice for. A sacrifice was made too, albeit what Carmella considered the smallest of casualties in the form of Paige, current SmackDown GM but former Divas Champ and alpha female, who now sat below Ronda, bent over, just like her former owner Asuka.
Paige's history was a long one, riddled with a few successes and hundreds upon thousands of failures in her near-decade long WWE career. Bursting onto the scene younger than anyone else, The Anti-Diva took the world and the locker room by storm, capturing hearts and fucking assholes everywhere she went. But, sometimes, all it takes is one to send a powerful top crashing down to reality.
That's exactly what happened to Paige, who after experiencing a whirlwind of success early on, lost her anal cherry and her belt to AJ Lee in the same night. She wasn't broken, but that first butt fucking secretly had The Glampire craving more, and after a run-in with The Bellas, she was officially bitchmade.
Paige spent the next several years as exclusive property, first to Nikki and Brie, then Charlotte, once the twins' careers fizzled out. It was under The Queen that Paige really entered what she considered her bottoming prime. Getting bummed by her was truly her passion in life but, sadly, it's true what they say. Good times don't last.
After several years, Charlotte too, was broken. Her Queen, her reason for being, turned into another anal whore? It was a travesty! But, it couldn't be helped, Paige's only response being to become a cock depository for every top in the WWE until, finally being claimed once again, this time by the woman currently bent over to her left.
Asuka, once considered to be the surest of "sure things" when it came to being the alpha and, in her own mind, she still was. The Empress was, for the longest time, unbeatable, and to Paige, the only solace her worthless fuckhole could find. And honestly, the first few months were great. But, it wasn't long before everything changed.
Empress Asuka made the grave mistake of setting her sights on The Money Mistress, the reigning-SmackDown Women's Champion at the time, looking to rebound after suffering a humiliating defeat to Charlotte at her first WrestleMania. That first loss to Flair came with Asuka egotistically betting her virgin asshole, a wager she now regretted not because she'd live to enjoy that initial experience, but because it made her subsequent second, third, fourth, fifth and who knows how many with Carmella, that much easier to stomach.
Asuka failed to capture her first main roster title in two matches against The Princess of Staten Island and, as a result, lost her ass both times. Shameful to think about, and humiliating in the moment, but far worse were their future sessions together, when Asuka didn't have to give her asshole up, but did so willingly, albeit in the solitude of Carmella's hotel room. Nobody knew who she secretly was, what she secretly was. Just Carmella and herself...and Paige.
Paige was the odd woman out in all of this. Asuka was obviously a poser, a wannabe, an ass-and-skull-kicking super "top" with a big, round bottom, just begging for huge cocks to stuff it to the brim. Yeah, just like Paige, but The Glampire needed a real top, dammit! Someone who could give her pale, British crumpets the type of bummin' they deserved! And while ASSuka wasn't "it" for obvious reasons, Carmella wasn't, either. She'd spent some time with The Fabulous Diva and honestly, while Carmella was a good fuck, she wasn't Paige's cup of tea.
Mella was too...much? Paige wasn't sure how to put it. Very "tell", not enough "show". The fact that Carmella had no desire to ever become the alpha is probably what killed it for Paige, and why, as she looked up at her new owner, her mind and asshole finally felt at peace.
Ronda was exactly what she was looking for, but had been out of reach since, throughout Rowdy's tenure, she'd been an exclusive headliner on Raw, while Paige had been managing the blue brand. Conflicting schedules but, now that it was official and not just some iffy pipe dream, Paige would make time. Anything to serve a real mistress for a change.
That real mistress, "Rowdy" Ronda Rousey looked down at her temporary partner-in-crime with utter disgust. "Don't you have any shame?" She asked, shaking her head. "Save that sissy, sappy love shit for the bedroom! This is my private dressing room, where holes get fucking wrecked!"
"Well excuse me!" Mella sarcastically remarked, briefly pulling her face away from that gorgeous butt cheek to quip, "A little advice, Ronda: find something to love as much as I love ASSuka's big, fat ass! I promise, you'll be a lot happier!"
Asuka groaned, Paige snickered, and Ronda, as per usual, allowed her temper to flare up.
"Do I look like I need your fucking advice?"