"So, uhh, what are you saying exactly?" Roxanne Perez asked her former friend, the dastardly Cora Jade, The Prodigy looking down at her shoulder, the newly-won NXT Women's championship glimmering oh-so gorgeously now that it belonged to her, a properly trained wrestler.
Cora, unable to pluck her own eyes from Roxy's belt, reiterated, "Rox, you need to go! Like, seriously, this is a huge opportunity for you!" NXT's popular skater girl waved around a little piece of paper found in Roxanne's locker, chock full of information about meeting up at the former champion, Mandy Rose's locker room. A note signed by Mandy herself.
"Yeah, Rox, don't waste it. A chance like this probably isn't coming 'round again," The impressive Indi Hartwell chimed in, adding, "Mandy and the gals are a great gift. Not to mention three great pieces of ass. Ya'd have to be a fool to pass up on that!"
"For the last time, I'm not interested in all of that lesbian stuff!" Roxanne snapped, plucking her belt from her shoulder and raising it high. "This is what I care about!" And it was true, too! Despite the hierarchy generally dictating the entire livelihoods of those within it, Roxy had abstained and, thus, remained untouched by its poisonous grasp. Her mind was clean and clear, no doubt a major reason why at just 20 years old, The Prodigy had just ended one of the longest individual women's title reigns in WWE history.
"Yeah, we all know, you're a real wrestler," Cora mocked, flapping her hand to imitate Roxanne. "And sure, that defense worked before but, c'mon! You've won! And Toxic Attraction clearly wants to celebrate sooo....why not?"
Rolling her eyes, Roxy asked, "Why do you want me to go so badly?" It was a solid question; why was Cora so excited about the prospect of Roxanne, someone she once considered a close friend, going to Mandy Rose's hotel room? Maybe to stick another knife in her back? Roxy wasn't exactly sure but, either way, she wasn't buying it regardless of how genuine Cora sounded.
"I just want you to know the joys that everyone else is already familiar with. You know...I just want you to stop making yourself an outcast. I mean, I get it, you were focused on winning the title. On being the best. But, you've won! You proved how great of a wrestler you are! Why not show those stuck up, glorified models that you're not only the better wrestler, but also the better woman as well?" As Cora finished, the crowd of on-lookers filled with those who'd spent the last year being tormented by Toxic Attraction, began to cheer. Someone who didn't share the same reaction, however, was Roxanne Perez.
She may be young, but don't get her wrong, the former Rok-C is no fool. As someone who'd been manipulated by the cunning Cora Jade in the past, she knew when her former tag team partner was talking utter bullshit. Roxanne may not have known exactly what Jade was scheming up, but she was aware of the scheme nonetheless. However, she couldn't help but feel like there was a twinge of truth to what the skater girl was babbling on about. Like...like Cora had what she viewed as Roxanne's best interests in mind.
Roxanne's biggest reason for abstaining from the realms of the hierarchy and topping helpless bitches was because she wanted to stay focused on the action inside of the ring. But now, she's made it! Roxanne was the NXT Women's Champion! Was keeping focused still as important now that she'd already claimed the brand's greatest prize? Short answer...yes, unfortunately.
Now that Roxanne was the champion, there was a huge target on her back. Every single female superstar in NXT would be vying to take it from her; getting involved with the hierarchy now would only complicate things, cause her to lose focus or, even worse, lead her to make some bets that she might end up regretting. No, after a bit of thinking, Roxy understood that the best way to progress her career was by keeping things the same.
"I am the better woman," Roxy proclaimed, snatching the little invitation from Cora's hand. "And I don't need to fuck their assholes to prove it." Roxanne looked over the paper thoroughly. Nothing about it appeared to be out of the ordinary; just an open invitation for Roxanne to come and "collect a prize", under the vague promise of "no funny business". Even still, Roxy was a bit skeptical.
Before she could take in everything though, the note was snatched out of her hand from behind, Roxanne turning to find Katana Chance, one of the few women smaller than her, as the culprit. "Ooh wow, Roxy, I really think you should take this opportunity. It says right here, "You've earned it," Katana teased, quoting the sign-off line.
Not far behind was Katana's tag team partner, Kayden Carter, who chimed in, "Yeah, I don't know Kat, if Roxy doesn't take it, I think we have to, right? I mean, Mandy's probably offering Gigi and Jacy's fat asses, and those haven't been on the table in months!"
Immediately, Indi fired off, "Bullshit! If anyone's fillin' in for Rox and bummin' those big arses, it's gonna be the locker room leader!" An ubiquitous groan spread, followed by Cora Jade giving her take on what had just been said.
"Umm...yeah, no! I think Roxy would want her best friend to take her place. Right, Rox?" Cora went in for a playful hug, but was quickly shot down and shoved away.
"Yeah, fuck off," Roxanne snapped before reminding, "Maybe you forgot, but you turned your back on me, remember? Because I was destined for this and you weren't?" Roxy flashed her belt again, before turning around and snatching the invitation back. Then, she settled everything, once and for all.
"Look guys, there's no need for any of you to go...because I'm going to go!"
"You are?" The replacement prospects asked simultaneously.
With a stern expression upon her face, Roxanne assured, "Yes, I am. I'm gonna go to that hotel room and I'm gonna tell Mandy and her little sex puppets that I'm not interested, right to their faces." And with that, Roxanne confidently strutted to the door, leaving a trail of confused faces behind her ranging from those worrying for her safety when things inevitably go awry, to those desperate to tag along, pondering what the outcome may be. They wouldn't know, not for quite some time but, either way, Roxy was headed to settle this discussion with the alpha female of NXT herself.
***
The drive from the arena was a short one, thankfully, as Roxanne was far removed from being in what most people would call a good mood. Initially, she planned to just blow off the invitation, ignore it altogether. But the constant pressing from the other members of the locker room forced her hand. Now, the newly-crowned NXT Women's Champion was headed into the belly of the beast, all alone, simply to tell said beast to fuck off.
Roxy's journey from hotel lobby to Mandy's room was short as well, thanks to excellent hotel staff, who quickly noted that Mandy had called the service desk earlier to inform them that she was expecting a guest. Once she'd arrived, they called up to the room to let Mandy know, before pointing Roxanne in the exact direction of the room's location. A quick elevator ride there and boom! She was there.
Roxanne clenched her fists tightly, then took a long, deep breath. She wanted to get her anger under control; even Roxanne understood how dangerous of a situation she was about to walk into. The very real, risky possibility that this whole shindig was organized to get Roxanne, the only woman in NXT uninterested in hierarchy happenings, alone and, subsequently, converted, was present in Roxy's mind. She was no fool, thankfully, and didn't want to come in swinging, thus irritating a trio of women who could easily jump her thanks to the numbers game. Roxanne still planned to tell them off, she just planned to do it rationally.
Once her temper was in check, Roxanne knocked on the door three times; no answer. She waited a few seconds before knocking again, three more times, each a bit louder than before. Again, no answer, which nearly threw all of the work she'd done calming down out the window. In a brief fit of blind rage, Roxy grasped the door handle; the little sensor on the handle indicated that the door wasn't locked behind some kind of key card. The handle turned and the door creaked open.
Immediately, Roxanne's eyes were overwhelmed with darkness. The entirety of the entry room was pitch black, except for that entered from the hallway. "Mandy?" Roxy called out; maybe she got the wrong room? But she was sure that the lady at the desk had given her the correct information, and that she hadn't misheard it. So, Roxanne brazenly ventured forth, whipping out her phone's flashlight to brighten the way before closing the door behind her, conveniently leaving it unlocked.
Perez navigated the living quarters of the room, doing her best not to stumble over. "Mandy? Gigi? Jacy? Anyone here?" She called out again, but still no response. Despite that eerie reality though, things became a bit clearer once Roxanne turned down a corridor on the far right of the room.
Still completely black, save for one lone light that crept from the bottom of the door frame that sat at the very end of the hallway. And, as Roxanne drew closer and closer, the sounds emanating from that room informed that Toxic Attraction was, in fact, here. And not only that, but why they hadn't heard any of her knocks or calls either.
Loud, boisterous moans dripping with arousal penetrated the silence surrounding Roxanne, the thick walls doing their best to muffle the volume and succeeding in their efforts, only truly failing as The Prodigy drew closer. Closer. Closer, until she could come no closer, and had no choice but to open the door and face what awaited her on the other side. And with determination filling her soul, Roxanne did just that.
Just as she did with the entrance, Roxanne Perez turned the door handle and allowed the entryway to slowly open up. The light from inside the room bolted out, showering her in its fluorescent glow as she fell aghast from what her eyes now beheld.
Toxic Attraction's three members were all positioned on the carpeted floor near the entrance, one after another. Jacy Jayne, her face pressed firmly on the ground below with Mandy Rose behind her, ramming a strap-on up her tightly toned ass with more vigor and passion that Roxanne could've begun to imagine. And then, who could forget the final piece to their toxic ménage à trois, a firecracker as bold and brash as her hair, Gigi Dolin?
Gigi's role in their twisted entanglement was an important one, though that could easily be mistaken considering said role solely consisted of keeping her face shoved between Mandy's big, copper-tone booty cheeks. Well, maybe not solely, Roxanne catching a glimpse of Gigi's tongue wiggling around in-between allowing the heaven of Mandy Rose's A-tier ass bashing into her pretty face. All three women moaned like banshees, so oblivious to the young woman who'd only just crashed their party. Or, at least, they seemed to be.
It wasn't long before Mandy caught on, managing to pry her attention away from Jacy's ass rippling from another devastating thrust to greet her RSVP'd guest. "Oooh fuck- Hi, Rox, glad you got my invitation," Mandy addressed but struggling to do so thanks to Gigi's talented little tongue slithering in and around her backdoor. "Does that mean you're finally deciding to-mmmm- to turn a new leaf?"
"No," Roxanne replied bluntly, further elaborating, "I've actually come to tell you that I'm not interested at all."
Mandy furrowed her brow, easily masking the euphoric look that had just adorned her face a few seconds ago. She reached back, grabbing a handful of Gigi's fiery locks and using it to shove the big-bootied babe even deeper between her own round mounds. Then, Rose seductively asked, "Is that so, Roxy?"
A bit thrown off by Mandy's overwhelming confidence, Roxanne weakly assured, "Uhh, yeah." For some reason, the fire that burned brightly inside of her was gone. The passion, the drive to tell off her enemies couldn't be found; it had been ripped away.
"Well, hun, you don't sound so sure about that, now do you? Sounds to me like you want to turn our little threesome into a foursome."
"No, I don't!" Roxy snapped. "I only came her to tell you to fuck off! That I'm not interested in your games, that's all!"
