Mickie was furious. She had just broken up a women's title match on RAW featuring her idol Trish Stratus versus the diva search winner Ashley. Ashley. The contest winner. In a women's title match! What the fuck was going on around here?
Since coming to the WWE Ashley had shown no improvement whatsoever on her in ring skills. She also failed to develop any kind of personality or charisma. So why the fuck was she in a title match? Mickie had defeated former WWE women's champion Victoria in a number one contender-ship singles match to earn herself a title match... what the fuck had Ashley done to deserve one?
And what did the officials do when she broke up this miscarriage of justice? Did they reward her? Did they thank her? No! They sent her home to think about what she had done. What she had done! She wasn't the one booking bimbos who couldn't wrestle in title matches.
Reaching her rental car Mickie starts to open the boot when she heard a loud, lame war cry. It was Ashley, charging at her at full speed. This, was going to be fun.
When Ashley reached Mickie she blindly swung for her. Mickie, who actually had some fighting ability, easily ducked and delivered a quick punch to the blonde's guts. As the blonde keeled over clutching her stomach Mickie gave a quick kick to her head, knocking Ashley to the ground.
"You fucking bitch!" cried Ashley as she writhed on the ground in pain.
"You shouldn't have come after me Ashley." Mickie said, laughing at Ashley's pain.
"You cost me the WWE women's title you bitch! Did you really think I wouldn't come after you?"
"The WWE women's title... oh my God... Ashley... you didn't think you were actually going to win did you?" said Mickie in amazement at the blondes stupidity.
"I would have won if you hadn't screwed me over!" said Ashley bitterly.
"Right... because the greatest women's champion of all time Trish Stratus would've been so dazzled by the charisma oozing out of you that she wouldn't have had time to counter your unstoppable offensive of slap, slap, bad attempt at a wrestling move, slap." Mickie mocked the clearly delusional contest winner.
"Yeah, like you were able to beat her." Ashley said sneering, "Face the facts Mickie, I'm the future of this business not you!"
Mickie gritted her teeth. Of all the people in the world that needed a really good bitch slap Ashley was on the top of that list. But why couldn't she mix business with pleasure? Ashley may have been a worthless pile of crap, but she was a worthless pile of crap with a great body, which of course was the reason she was in the WWE in the first place. It had been almost a whole day since Mickie had fucked her idol Trish Stratus, for the second time, and that was far too long for someone like Mickie to go without nasty lesbian sex.
"You know Ashley," Mickie said, looking the blonde's body up and down as she licked her lips, if we're going to fight it probably shouldn't be in a parking lot. Someone could come and break as up. Luckily I know a place where we can go and fight and not be disturbed, what do you say?"
"You expect me to follow you blindly into a trap?"
"Well yes I would believe that your that stupid. But what would I trap you with? Other than Trish I don't have that many friends willing to help me out and I don't think Trish would help me ambush you. And as for physical traps, I could lead the way if you like so you know your not walking into anything."
Ashley thought for a moment about the proposition. She didn't trust Mickie, but she was right, they couldn't fight here in this parking lot.
"All right, lead the way!"
***
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Ashley followed the brunette into the bowels of the building. The girls travelled to the basement of the arena. Most of the arena's the WWE used had basements some of them were even usable, the ones that weren't were given to the cruiserweights. But this basement was so dark and dank Mickie hoped for the sake of humanity not even Vince McMahon would send a fellow human being here. It was perfect.
"Ok, let's go over some ground rules." said Mickie, putting her bag down in the corner of the dark, dank room.
"Rules, I thought we were going to fight?"
"Yes Ashley, but as much as I hate you, I don't want to kill you, because quite frankly I don't need the hassle of getting rid of your body. That and of course the fact that killing is in every possible way wrong and I'm not a killer. As such I think we should agree that there will be no weapons used in this fight, agreed?"
"Agreed, and your not allowed to try and purposefully injure me."
"Yes because it would be such a tragedy if that happens." Mickie said sarcastically, "Ok, I suggest we fight under strict wrestling rules, after all we're all wrestlers here aren't we? So you can win by making your opponent submit, or by pinning your opponent. There are no referees here so we have to count our own pin falls, and no fast counting or your disqualified. No weapons and you can't leave the basement. Now, did you manage to get that or do I need to repeat it?"
"I got it bitch, and now you're going down."
"We'll see, just one other thing, let's discuss what we get if we win. You see Ashley, I used to do this with girls back in ROH, TNA and other promotions. The agreement was that whoever lost had to do what ever the winner said, no matter how humiliating or degrading it was, for 24 hours. Would you be down with that?"
"What do you mean by the loser would have to do what ever the winner said?"
"I mean..." said Mickie stepping closer to Ashley until they were face-to-face, "That the loser would have to do what ever the winner said."
"Oh... oh... oh... so you were all like lezzie sluts for each other?" said Ashley, finally getting it. Not long ago the idea of having sex with a girl would have repulsed Ashley to her very core. But that was before she had her first lesbian experience. She smiled at the brunette and said, "Well Mickie, if all this is because you want to lick my pussy why don't you get down on your knees like a good little lesbian ho and begged me to let you eat my cunt."
Mickie gritted her teeth, "you can make me do that if you want... if you win!"
"Oh don't worry, I will. And I'll take great pleasure in watching your head bob in between my legs as you eat me to orgasm." Ashley said smugly.
"Fine... let's get started."
The girls locked up Mickie immediately uses a headlock takedown to put Ashley on the ground with ease. Deciding to release her to have more fun, Mickie and her opponent got back to a vertical base. This process is repeated a few times with Mickie using a variety of slams and suplexs. After having her fun, Mickie hurricane-runners Ashley before executing her finisher the Tornado DDT. She then covers the bimbo and counts a fair three count.
When she wakes up Ashley demands a rematch. Mickie gives her one and beats her with ease again. And then again. And then again. And then again.
***
Time passed. By Mickie's calculations she had 67 pin falls and 41 submissions over the delusional contest winner. Ashley had yet to hit an offensive move.
"Ashley, you've lost. Can you please admit defeat already so we can move on!" Mickie said as Ashley was tapping for the 42nd time.
"Ok you win."
"No shit..." said Mickie, letting go of the hold and letting the blonde stand up.
