"Royalty" and Carmella just go hand in hand, don't they? Obviously boiling the most FABULOUS mistress in all of WWE down to one simple phrase was doing her a massive disservice but, she was, quite truly, a sovereign in more ways than one. For not only is she The Princess of Staten Island, but also, The Rebound Queen.
Nothing washes away the sour taste of failure like sweet, yummy success, and after both failing to break Alexa Bliss and bring Brie Bella to elite level status, Mella needed something, anything to turn the tides. To steer the course of history back in her favor. And with the first ever women's Money in the Bank ladder match booked for June 18, 2017, Carmella saw an opportunity to do just that.
After leaving Brie alone to stew in a pit of her own worthlessness, Mella began to plot and plan her path towards becoming Miss Money in the Bank. And, by the time the show rolled around, nothing could stand in her way! Well...except for a bevy of other wrestlers more technically sound than her.
Alas, she was far from the most talented wrestler involved in the match. But what she lacked in wrist locks and suplexes, she made up for with brains and beauty, both of which she used to manipulate the mass of fuckmeat inherently and wholly loyal to her. Among those, that one stood out, the one who, under any circumstances, was promised to never again feel the intensity of her Money Mistress's cock and yet, would die trying just to prove herself worthy of being owned by Carmella.
Brie Bella would risk her life if it meant making Money Mella happy, which is exactly what she did as she scaled the massive ladder positioned in the center of the ring, and pulled down the briefcase. Naturally, since Brie wasn't a participant, the match continued. That was, until Brie dropped the briefcase down, right into Carmella's waiting arms. The bell sounded, and just like that WWE had its first-ever Ms. Money in the Bank. After that small string of setbacks, Mella was more money than ever before.
Well, not entirely. Winning the first women's Money in the Bank via shenanigans wasn't taken lightly by management, the match result reversed and a re-do of sorts scheduled for SmackDown the following week. A rematch that saw Brie and anyone else that wanted to come to Mella's aid banned from ringside. Thankfully though, Carmella proved that fate was inevitable, winning the case by herself on the second try!
Despite the company's best efforts, Carmella was still on top of the world, but with any great success comes those who jealously oppose. Holding an open contract for a championship match anytime, anywhere meant those at the tippy top of the mountain were keeping tabs on Mella, cautiously awaiting for The Staten Island Princess to make a move and, hopefully, catch her slipping. Or, in other words, the exact opposite of how Carmella liked things to be.
With all eyes on her, Money Mella spent the months leading up to and following her Money in the Bank victory laying low, picking up only modest victories in the ring and staying completely out of the way of new, unclaimed asses. That was, until today, a long awaited occasion for the moon-walking, trash talkin' super top, for today marked the commencement of WWE's Mae Young Classic.
The second that The Brass announced they'd be holding a tournament consisting of only women, coming from various countries and continents, Mella's eyes lit up like the Fourth of July. 32 future anal bitches? Yes please! Of course, Carmella wasn't expecting to be the only top visiting the inaugural tournament's first TV taping, making the potential for conflict to be incredibly high. But conflict be damned, and while we're at it, "laying low" be damned, too! There was plenty of ass to go around. She shouldn't have to step on too many toee. And besides, with so many new, unfamiliar faces, she simply couldn't resist.
Lots of unrecognizable ladies, but with 32, that was to be expected. Upon entering the locker room, Mella was almost taken aback by how vastly different the atmosphere was compared to those of Raw or SmackDown, or even NXT for that matter. None of those new faces were topping or bottoming, yet at least. Almost everyone looked so serious, so set on winning their scheduled matchups. That was, besides a select few.
The first to really catch Carmella's attention was a large, muscular woman with a ridiculously long braid that hung from the top of her head all the way down past her phenomenally fat ass, and sparkly black gear covered in bright red smooch logos. She was chatting with another muscular woman, fairly young looking with long blonde hair and some rather bland red and black gear. Probably discussing weight training, or whatever it is that people with unnecessarily large muscles do; Mella wasn't bothered.
No, her attention was quickly seized by another blonde, a smaller, tan-skinned platinum blonde wearing gear that Mella could only describe as "slutty Judoka", with a black belt to match. Though naturally, The Money Mistress's goddess-like gaze didn't entertain the bitch's clothes for very long. Oh no...not when something pretty, round, and bubbly crossed her eyes. This young lady, whoever she was, just happened to be packing one of the most gorgeous bubble booties Money Mella could remember laying her eyes on! Carmella could feel her mouth beginning to water and, just like that, she knew her night was set!
"Hello there," Carmella greeted with a Cheshire grin, seizing the opportunity seeing as though her target was alone, without another top in sight. "I'm Carmella." Eventually, she managed to pluck her gaze from the tanned gal's buns long enough to look her in the eyes, smile, and stick out her hand. Though, it wasn't easy, considering just how beautiful that butt really was.
"I know you...you're from the main roster, right?" The young lady, boasting a very thick accent that suggested she was from somewhere in South America, matching the handshake.
"I am, I am," Carmella agreed, her eyes reminiscent of a hungry shark's. "Though, maybe you could've guessed that from my Money in the Bank briefcase! But anywho...what's your name, sweetness?"
"Taynara," the beautiful blonde announced, confirming herself to be Taynara Conti, recent NXT signee that unfortunately until now, Carmella hadn't had the pleasure of meeting. "You can call me Tay, though."
"Tay, hmm? That's so pretty," Mella said, beginning to butter up her prey. "And so are you! And that accent? My God...where are you from? You're absolutely gorgeous!"
Tay blushed and giggled before responding, "I'm from Brazil."
"Ohh Brazilian, huh...that's where that booty comes from, then?" Mella asked, taking a giant leap but, like most experts in her field, The Staten Island Princess could tell when a girl was into her.
"Oh, you like my butt?" Tay turned around as she asked, her hand reaching down to caress those glorious cheeks.
"Yeah, I do," Mella confirmed lustfully. "And, pretty soon, I'm sure there'll be some other, far less FABULOUS girls who feel the same way, and will try to take advantage of a pretty young thing like you."
"Hmm...yeah, I know what you mean..." Tay assured Mella with her thick accent. "Tops, right? Other tops. I know from NXT. I'm...kinda a bottom there already..."
Mella's eyes lit up again. Her job just got a whole lot easier. Though, it shouldn't have been too huge of a surprise; Tay's apparent bottoming history certainly explained why she reacted so warmly to Mella's strong advances. That, and of course, that fat ass essentially being bait for hungry, shark-esque tops like Carmella.
"A bottom, huh?" Mella asked with lust. "Are you like the bottoms I met when I was in NXT? 'Cause back then, women without an ounce of self-respect bent over whenever and wherever. And that wasn't too long ago..."
