Bare Naked Streetfight

By PerilEyes

“Trish Stratus, last night you regained your women’s title. How do you feel?”
The blonde Canadian stood outside her dressing room with Lilian Garcia. Her shiny newly acquired women’s championship gleamed on her shoulder as she looked down at it.
“You know Lilian, they say that a person’s first title win is the most memorable, but for me, each time I win back my women’s title it becomes more and more memorable. Because for me, knowing that I fought to regain and earn it is special.”
“How will you approach this reign?”
“Same way as the others. I welcome any diva to have the opportunity to have a chance at winning this belt. Starting tonight with Stacy Keibler.
“Good luck in your match Trish.”
“Thanks Lilian.”
The blonde champion went into her dressing room. She stood in front of her vanity mirror and checked her appearance once last time before going out there to see the masses. She took a swing out of her water bottle and set it back down on the table. Then she slung her coat over her shoulder and headed out the door. Then when Trish was indeed gone from sight, Victoria rose up out of the shadows and clutched her head in her signature psychotic pose and smiled.
She charged at Trish and slammed her into the door head first. Then she wailed repeatedly on her head. Trish managed a block and pushed her away. She jumped on top of her on a mounted Lou Thesz Press. Trish hammered Victoria with feisty right hands to which the psycho diva tried to cover up.
The blonde diva dismounted her and rose to her feet. “Wanna jump me from behind, huh? C’mon bitch!” she challenged.
The raven haired diva slowly moved into an upright position. She was enraged now. She hadn’t expected her attack to backfire like this. With a snarl she charged at her enemy with a full head of steam. The smart champion however anticipated the attack and used her momentum to launch Victoria over a couch and on to the floor.
A determined woman, Trish marched around the side the couch with the intention of picking up the fallen Victoria. The diva was cowering face down on the carpeted flooring. Trish roughly grabbed the diva by her long hair and attempted to yank her to feet.
“C’mon bitch,” Trish tried. Victoria was putting up a major struggle.
It seemed like Trish won the little tussle when Victoria’s resistance lessened. But as soon as the opportunity presented itself to her, the evil diva struck the fan favourite in the head with something!
Trish went down in a heap, completely floored by the strike. Victoria dropped the object on the floor. It was a glass candleholder she picked up from on top of the table adjacent to the couch. She caught Trish on the side of the head which had the diva writhing from the pain to her brain. With Trish vulnerable, Victoria took the opportunity to strip the diva of her black Stratusfaction tank top. Now Trish had to contend with the pain to her pretty head and the exposure of her bra.
Before she could cover herself up, Victoria wrapped her own shirt around the bombshell’s neck and began to choke her with it! “AHHHHHHHH…” Trish cried out as her hands shot to relieve the pressure on her windpipe. Victoria was a mad woman however and wouldn’t let up in the least. If anything she upped the pressure, stretching Trish’s poor back upwards. She kept this up for a good half a minute, seemingly determined to suck the air out of Trish’s ample breasts.
But then she placed her boot onto the vulnerable girl’s back and then powered her entire body behind it in propelling Trish face and chest first into the hard ground. Clutching her by the hair she repeated slamming her into the floor. The pain in Trish’s head further escalated. Victoria did no favours for her.
From there she grabbed hold of the waistband of Trish’s tight jeans and viciously tugged it down her shapely hips and tight ass. Victoria didn’t even bother undoing the clothing so one could imagine how stenuous a task this was her. More importantly, the tough fabric tore into Trish’s thighs. Trish weakly moaned but she couldn’t stop the black thong from making its presence known to the world. Victoria concluded her stripping of the diva by roughly pulling the denim off her legs and then discarding them to the side.
Viciously picking her by the hair, Victoria quite easily dragged her up to the wall. Holding her by her black bra straps and began to manhandle her! She threw her repeated into the wall, the back of her head and spine hitting the hard surface. Trish was a ragdoll to the powerhouse diva. Victoria launched her into some lockers like it was no trouble at all. Trish grimaced in pain as the cold steel further battered her fragile body.
Picking up her not very resistance enemy, she brought her to the vanity table. Once there, she slammed it down on the desk. Trish collapsed onto the floor. She was completely out of it. All the shots to the head after the hit with the candle holder had completely taken her out of the game. Victoria once again raised her up from the ground. She rather limp yet still conscious, if just barely.
Then she sat her into her chair. Trish’s head lolled in place as she held it and tried to make sense of what was going on. Her head, already ridden with scars from the carpet, drooped down while blood exited from the busted lip courtesy of the last head shot. Victoria squatted beside her so she could she herself and her damaged foe in the mirror. “You’re looking a bit flushed Trish…how bout some pink blush for that.”
With that she picked up the round brush and drabbed it, albeit excessively, into the pink powder. Then she rather liberally pounded in all over Trish face. Mixing with her scratches was a painful experience. When Trish was completely covered in the powder (and rather hideous looking at that), Victoria beat her head some more with the brush itself.
Putting it down, she began to lovingly stroke the divas hair. “Mmmm, Trish is so prettyyyy…such pretty hair….” She teased. Without even looking she picked up a pair of scissors and held it front of her as if to check her own reflection in the blades. “It’d be a shame if someone were to cut it all off…” she mocked.
She laughed because with Trish’s current state she knew she could do it. Trish was helpless and groggy. But she went ahead with it. She straightened Trish’s hair on her shoulders and then began to chop of her beautiful locks. Trish watched in groggy horror as Victoria threw up her golden locks before her eyes. Her hair had been a signature part of her popularity as a diva and now she was watching it flutter down in front of her.
Victoria continued on this front just ridding of Trish’s hair. Not completely, but enough to require extensive styling. She did however pick up a hairspray bottle. “Something to hold your new hairdo in place…”
But instead of spraying her hair, she sent the mist directly into her eyes. Completely blinded, Trish’s hands shot to her face. “AHHHHHHHH…” she lamented with intense burning sensation. With Trish temporary sightless, Victoria unceremoniously caught her off guard with the next move. She clotheslined the diva which sent her crashing to the ground in the chair she was sitting in.
Victoria strung Trish by the hair and with a quick and violent motion threw her into the vanity mirror. The room echoed with the sickening sound of a human body connecting with the hard surface and hundreds of shards cascading down. These little pieces of glass rained on top of Trish’s bare back. The bombshell was knocked out on impact so she didn’t feel her fair skin being scarred by the jagged pieces.
Victoria walked over to Trish’s prone form as it lay on the vanity table. She picked up to the unconscious diva’s face and pointed at it as she spoke. Trish gained a cut under her right eye and a busted lip from the mirror’s impact. Her eyes were closed and lips parted.
“That title and this pretty little body will be mine Trish Stratus, I’ll make sure of it.” With that she slammed her down on the table and exited the room.
On the next week, the crowd cheered Trish on as she looked for Victoria to invoke some revenge. The title match had never happened after the attack on her, nor was it ever going to happen. There were bigger things and bigger bitches to handle. On the titantron they saw her walking with intent through the backstage hallways. Her hair looked different, a result of her impromptu haircut last week at the hands of Victoria. Trish first tried the women’s locker room. Most of the divas were in there like Molly Holly, Ivory, and Terri, but no Victoria. She ploughed on through the hallways stopping to talk to various superstars about her whereabouts, but again, nothing. Then she started opening doors to random rooms. She opened them, saw what she needed to see, then closed them again.
She tried her own dressing room as last resort. Nothing again. She slumped back on it in disappointment. This witch hunt had not gone so well. The sadness was visible in her. Then the door opened and Trish stumbled backwards. A hand slipped a white cloth over her mouth and dragged her inward. Her muffled cries could be heard as the door shut again.
The scene faded in with Trish slowly stirring awake. Victoria was tying her ankles together.
Victoria finished her bondage and looked up at her captive. "Wakey wakey sleepy head! Wow, you sleep a long time! But I'll forgive you, only because you're cute when you sleep!"
Trish felt like she was suspended somehow. She looked up. Her wrists were handcuffed together and then attached to a rope that was tied to a bar on the ceiling. Her knee high boots were only a few feet off the ground. She looked back down at Victoria who by now was standing in front of her. Trish's brown eyes narrowed in anger. She would've screamed at the diva in front of her but she felt the red tape covering her full red lips.
"What's the matter Trish? Not happy to see your new friend Victoria? Hahahaha.." Trish just muffled a nasty response behind the tape. It didn’t matter what she said really. Trish tried to wiggle back and forth from her hanged position to try to escape.
Victoria walked around the suspended diva. "What Trish? Little miss hoe! Did you think we were going to come back here and kick my ass?!" She violently grabbed the her hair and ripped her head back so she could speak into her ear and look at those pretty brown eyes and said "Well if you did, YOU THOUGHT WRONG BITCH!!!" And then she flung her back.
Then she reached around groped Trish's breasts through her wonderful blue top that she often wore to the ring. She moved her hands down Trish's side toward her sexy hips. She gripped the waistband to her blue pants. She slowly peeled it down so the top of a red thong was visible. She wasn't going to undress her but she wanted Trish to know that she definitely had the power to do it with this one small act.
"You see Trish, I never did like you. In fact, I hate you. You’re always the centre of attention. Everyone looks at Trish. But what about me, Trish?!" Victoria had returned to her front. She felt Trish's crotch through her tights. Trish stared at her in anger as she fought hard not to be turned on by the massage of her crotch. " You’re mine Trish Stratus, all mine...there's nothing you can do about it!" She pinched and twisted a nipple for emphasis.
"You know what? I wanna see these abs again!" With that she lifted up Trish's shirt making sure to expose everything. She gave them a rub. Trish shook to protest. "Mmm, such a nice belly! I wonder how much it can take?" With that Victoria began to throw rights and lefts at her unprotected abs. Trish groaned in pain with every shot. After about ten of them Victoria stopped and kissed her pink belly. She wrapped her arms around her and said "Oh Trish, how I do enjoy hearing you moan as I have my way with you! That’s why next week Trish, I challenge you to a BUCK NAKED STREET FIGHT! I get to strip you naked and beat your ass with any weapon I wish while doing it!"
She reached up and ran her fingers through Trish's silky long blonde hair, and then felt up her body from head to toe. She grabbed a pipe like object from the table. "I do have to go now though...it's been fun beautiful..oops, I mean bitch..but before I do…” She capped the pipe on the back of Trish’s knee. The diva screamed through her gag. She shut her eyes and tried hard to stomach the pain. “Ciao now!"
With that, Victoria gave Trish one final roundhouse kick which sent her out again. Trish's head just slumped forward in her chest. Victoria made her way to the door. She opened it but before she exitted she said "Goodnight Trish Stratus, hope you're doing alot better in your dreams. Don't go anywhere now..." She laughed, switched off the light and left Trish to hang there out cold.
The following this attack, Trish was eventually found and she made her acceptance of her foe’s challenge to her official to WWE management. The match was set for next week. Victoria entered the arena first. She clutched her head in trademark madness and thought about what came next. Suddenly, Trish came running out and nailed her with a steel chair in the back. The shot sent her onto the ramp. Trish looked absolutely livid. She stood above her raven haired foe and threatened her with obscenities. Victoria tried pleading with her but to no avail. Trish just kick her face back down. Then she punted her in the ribs which sent the woman rolling all the way down the length of the decline. Trish followed with a noticeable hobble in her step. She stripped off her women’s title and got to work.
When she reached her, once again she held the chair above her in a threatening manner as her enemy prayed at her feet. Trish stepped forward and raised the chair above her head with the intention of hitting her. But the quick fitted Victoria trapped up one of her legs and tripped her face first into the ring apron. Trish dropped the chair to massage her aching jaw. Victoria grabbed her head to slam it into the apron once again but Trish blocked it with an elbow to her midsection. Then she rocked her with a fury of elbows and punches. Victoria looked dazed as she stumbled in place. Trish was looking really good now.
She took a tiny jump forward and brought Victoria down with her on a mounted position. She fired rights at her face while her opponent tried to cover up. She got up and tended to her leg a tiny bit. She must’ve banged it again the ground on the move. She recovered enough to whip Victoria back first into the steel steps when she got up too. While Victoria ached, Trish went under the ring apron. She pulled out a shovel. She held it above her head in front of Victoria. She swung it downwards but Victoria ducked out of the way just in time. The spade echoed off the steel steps. Trish focussed her anger on Victoria as now begging her to cease. Trish was having none of it and hit the spade into her midsection. Then she jumped her and choked her with it for a few seconds. She got up and motioned to the crowd for energy while Victoria gasped for air.
Trish hopped onto the ring apron and looked down at her. The crowd wondered what Trish was up to. She got into a stance like she was going to jump. Victoria saw this and quickly sprung to her feet and on the apron. So the two battled on the ring apron. The situation looked very perilous. Every punch was potentially damaging. They exchanged punch for punch with one hand while the other hung on the ropes. Eventually Trish gained the upper hand and had Victoria reeling. It looked as though she was going to fall at any moment. In an act of desperation however, Victoria kicked Trish in her injured knee. Trish fell and banged the same knee on the apron before rolling on the arena floor.
While she clutched her aching limp, Victoria measured her position. Then she turned around and moonsaulted off the apron…right onto Trish’s legs! Just like that, Trish’s momentum vanished into the air.
Victoria stood up and looked down at her opponent. Trish was in a near fetal position clutching her hurting thigh and knee. She was in near tears from the unbearable pain. The psycho diva kicked her onto her back and picked up the damaged limb. She stretched it out and began to repeatedly kick the back of Trish’s thigh.
“Owwww…stop….” Trish pleaded as her hands tried to console her hurting leg.
Victoria had nothing of it and continued to bury her wrestling boot into her foe’s leg. Abruptly she changed tactics by picking up Trish’s other leg. With Trish wishboned and Victoria staring down at her, everyone knew what was coming, especially the blond. Trish looked up at her and begged her not to do it.
“No, no, Victoria…don’t!” she said.
Again no mercy. She slammed the heel of her boot between her legs! The shock within her womanhood echoed throughout her body. The crowd ooo’d. The pain in her face was ever present. Victoria repeated the move over and over. She was deranged and bent on destroying Trish’s pussy! The blonde screeched in agony with the assault to her womanly regions.
“How’s that feel Trish?!” Victoria rhetorically asked her. For a final blow she positioned the heel of her boot directly above the prone girl’s crotch. She lifted it straight up and in swift move she brought it down hard on its target while simultaneously throwing down her legs.
Trish cowered into a fetal position while groaning and moaning and attending to her damaged pussy. Victoria smirked at the damaged already inflicted. First her knee and now her cunt. But she was far from done in destroying her nemesis. She stalked her opponent and dug her hands into her blonde roots. This had the effect of not only raising her to her feet for the next attack, but it took out some of her hairs as well. In their moment face to face Trish hobbled in place, trying desperately to stay upright. It was hard to put pressure on her right leg. Victoria pulled her closer to ring steps and then proceeded to whip Trish knees first into them! As a showing of the force of the move, Victoria even fell to the ground in pulling Trish. The poor blonde flipped over the stairs and landed on the other side.
She laughed as she got to her feet and took her time in making her way over to the fallen diva. There she saw Trish lying on her belly writhing and crying. Her knee might have been dislocated but Victoria didn’t care. To show that fact, she taunted the diva. She slapped the back of her head repeatedly. “C’mon champ! Is that all you got?! A little booboo to your knee and you’re down for the count already? GET UP!!!”
Not wanting anymore abuse, the blond diva to her credit started to pull herself up to her forearms so she could try to crawl away. It was albeit quite slow but what was one to except out of her. Seeing this attempt, Victoria sadistically would discourage her. She planted her foot on Trish’s upper back and pushed her down on the ground. With an oomph the bombshell was stopped in her tracks. Victoria removed her foot and watched her pull herself to her arms again. And once again Victoria pushed back down. This time he grinded her boot in her back. Trish flailed under her like fish just trying to escape her abuser. Victoria was asserting her dominance in toying with her like this.
When she let go again, she let her get a few inches before getting her face. “C’mon Trish!” She slapped her for emphasis. “Where you going?” Slap! Trish’s face stung with the imprint of Victoria hand. Without warning Victoria pulled the divas back top over her upper body. The crowd popped at once again seeing her bra covered breasts. Trish’s eyes widened at this new form of embarrassment. The raven haired diva threw her top to an adoring fan who proceeded to take a whiff of the souvenir.
Trish knew the crowd would turn into animals at the sight of skin so she tried to cover up her breasts. They seemed to forget that this was her fan favourite women’s champion getting her ass kicked once her shirt was removed.
Trish continued to try and crawl away on all fours again but it was futile. The diva was determined even when the situation did not favour her. Victoria let her gain a bit of ground before she decided to punt with the toe of her boot directly in the chest. Trish flipped over and clutched her now aching breasts. Again she tried to get away with the added pain, only to have the same result. She never learned, Victoria thought. To show her she marched up behind her and clutched her by the waistband of her tight pants. Trish wasn’t going to go anywhere with Victoria anchoring her in this showing. It was more toying. She was showing Trish her potential for domination. Such was the case when she began to peel down her pants down her pants. The blond frantically scrambled in place while her foe pulled down her bottoms down her creamy thighs. In the process it was revealed that Trish sported a black thong between her ass cheeks. With a potent tug she pulled the pant sleeves down off her shins and feet. The crowd popped even more at the sight of even more skin from the Canadian hottie. She chucked the pants into the crowd as well.
With her half naked, she picked her up and flung her into the barricade back first. Trish’s eyes slammed shut, her mouth made an “O”, a silent scream seemingly escaping her lips to go along with the new soreness in her back. The challenger punched the blonde’s head and breasts with closed fists. Trish was hammered all the way into a seated position. She sat along the barricade, her head lolling, out of it. Victoria backtracked and with a little jump in her step she planted her knee into her face. Trish fell completely to the mat, possibly concussed.
Then the LA native picked up her submissive form and flung her once again into the protective wall…this time breast first. Her DD puppies pressed right up against the surface. Victoria fired some shots into Trish’s back which further smashed them. Once again she back up only to have her run and splash Trish, driving the entire force of her body on Trish’s upper body and breasts. She was hurting to say the least. “Owwwww….” She weakly moaned.
Seeing Trish’s unprotected bra strap on her back, Victoria figured this would be as good a time as any do address it. She grabbed the bra and unclasped it. Her bra loosened and Victoria yanked it away from her. She dropped it onto the ground. Momentarily she was safe from the exposure and humiliation of being seen by the entire world but she knew it couldn’t be long before she outted. This was a huge mental blow for a woman who prided herself on not stripping down to gain popularity. Victoria was physically humiliating her and adding psychological abuse to it as well.
Victoria flipped her around. With her front on the titantron, Trish’s fears came to life. “Hold her!” she told a fan directly behind her. It was a female, young, maybe 20. Male wrestling fans had their mean streaks, but no one ever heard about the females. This one prove that women could be just as hungry for blood. She firmly held her in place while Victoria stroked her face. “So pretty….” She commented. Then she craned her neck back and spit on Trish’s face! With her arms tied back she couldn’t wipe the symbol of disrespect as the saliva dripped from her cheek down to her chine. Then Victoria turned her attention to her victim’s bare tits. “Such bouncy tits Trish! No wonder they all adore you!” She pinched her nipples and just squeezed.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” she cried. She twisted and turned them and seemingly wanted to pull her nipples right of her big beautiful breasts. If that was physically possible Victoria would have done that. She despised Trish’s tits. Everyone knew how much a key they were to the blonde’s image and by extension her success and popularity. “Hold her tight!” she said when Trish began to squirm and dance in place. She twisted then and pulled up hard on her teats. She added a vicious bite as well. Trish fiddled in place more than ever at this sinister move. She kept at this for a long ten seconds, and when she released Trish’s nipples, especially the right one, was throbbing from not only hyperextension, but now the feeling of clawing teeth. Yes, she would be feeling those effects for the rest of the match.
“Watch her for a second while give her a gift.” She said and then hit her square in the nose. She turned back and went back under the ring, her fortress for the duration of the match. There was a purse planted in there which she retrieved and stood upright. Opening it up, she took out its contents: a long thin cold gold chain with two clips attached to it, one at each end. She turned around to see several of the fans beating on the blonde diva’s chest and twisting her abused nipples. Oh how they had turned on her so quickly! Trish’s nose ooze blood from the shot she received a minute ago as well.
She dangled the jewellery in front of Trish’s eyes, which by the wide opened appearance recognized exactly what they were. “Lookie what I have for you Trishy! A present from me to you for all our times together!”
The Toronto girl shook her head frantically. “No…no…please, no!”
“Hold her still.” She pinched Trish’s left nipple so there was enough “meat” to work it and then processed to attached the clips to her! “AIIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” Trish cried as she thrashed about. Her beautiful tits were being marred by this bondage device. She did not sign up this…this…this sexualized bondage catfight. Victoria secured that ring and repeated the same with the right mammary. It was such a raw act! An impromptu nipple torture device That didn’t seem to matter to Victoria of course. The sadistic diva finished securing the other nipple into the horrible tool. This second attachment garnered a less pronounced response from Trish but still an audible yelp.
“Looks good on you,” she said as she inspected her handiwork. “Really brings out your eyes.” She tugged on the chain bringing further abuse to the throbbing nipples and tits.
“Ahhhh…” Trish cried. She went into slight shock at the new additions to her nipples and the new anguishing feeling in her torso. Speaking of which, Victoria led her away from the crowd by the aforementioned chain and toward the ring. She threw the blonde under the bottom rope and watched her roll uncomfortably to the centre of the mat.
She went under the ring and retrieved a chair. She looked at her reflection in the metal before slipping herself into the ring with the weapon. Trish was staggering to her feet with her back to Victoria. Not the wisest move on her part. When she dazily turned around the crazy diva cracked her over the head with the chair! Trish went back down in a heap! She lay in a spread eagle position on the mat, her eyes closed, a cut no doubt forming on her head to go along with her busted nose.
Victoria then grabbed Trish and flipped her over on to her belly. She lifted the chair high above her head and drove it directly onto Trish back over and over again. The move shot Trish awake and convulsing with every shot to her exposed back. Not only was this a target but indirectly her breasts were getting abused as well.
She opened up the chair and placed it on the mat. She placed Trish’s damaged and unresisting body over it so she was belly down. She grabbed hold of the blonde’s stringy undergarment and then just tugged with all her might! “AAAAAAAAH!” she screamed. Trish looked to be swimming in place as she tried to escape this latest assault. Victoria was digging her thong in her ass crack with more and more force. The blood now dripped freely down her face and into her gaping mouth, staining her perfect teeth. Victory was bent on making this girl’s thong a perfect part of her ass! Her forearms strained with the exerted force put into wedging Trish. Trish was convinced she was bruised and scarred down there. There was no way she’d come of this unmarred. The pain was excruciating. The thin string just cut into her. It wasn’t even visible anymore!
“Vic….Vic….stop….” she cried. The diva gave a final tug before letting go. Trish instinctive went to rub her sore behind but Victoria slapped her hands away. Instead she picked her thong out of her ass and then peeled it down her legs completing Trish’s full body exposure. The crowd popped once again at more skin. If anyone was keeping track of the match stipulation they’d know that Victoria was half way to victory right, but amongst the destruction that didn’t seem to matter now.
Victoria clutched her hair and spoke in her ear. “How’s it feel slut? Your bare ass, your tits...on display to the whole world…I’m going to expose you for the attention whore you are!” She gripped her by her nipple chain and once again lifted her to her feet. She clutched her wrist and threw her toward the ropes. When she returned back to her, she dropped to her feet and simultaneously tied up Trish for a drop toe hold. The blondes head bounced off the hard steel. She clutched her forehead as she rolled around on the ground. Victoria kicked her under the bottom rope and onto the hard ringside mats.
With the Canadian beauty thrashing about on the ground, the LA diva followed suit. She again went into her arsenal of weapons under the ring. First she gleefully pulled out two sets of handcuffs which she placed on the ring apron. The crowd looked on in awe as she went back under again. She resurfaced and pulled out two sets of brass knuckles. She put them on and clenched her fists. But she was not done there. She went back a third time and pulled out a piece of wood with barbed wire wrapped around one end of it. She grazed the sharp shards with her finger and looked at maliciously. But she set that down as well for the moment.
With were brass covered fist she retrieved her weak blonde foe, electing to pull her up again by the gold chain that connected her nipples. When she was upright she fired a right jab at her face that rocked her. Trish doubled over and attended to her nose. Again she fired another to her head and then one to her belly with the loaded weapon. Trish was dazed and confused and above all hurting from the bruising shots. She led her to the ring and propped her against it. She stood there lazily, not even able hold up her own weight with the cloudiness in her mind and the ache in her knee and body.
The devious diva strapped one of Trish’s hands with a handcuff ring and then attached it to the bottom rope. The blonde diva just hung there limply from the restraint. She was completely out of it with all the damage inflicted by Victoria. Still she wanted to punish her more. She repeated the same with her other hand. Trish stood rather lifelessly save for the spastic movements of her head. “No…..no…..please….” she slurred. Her face was bleeding harshly now from the cut on her forehead. It trickled down the side of her face and rained down on her damaged breasts. It was a harsh contrast: her perfect milky white skin tainted with the crimson evidence of her destruction.
She got a harsh slap for her troubles. Her head recoiled in pain, her face throbbing from the shot but with her hands tied, there was no way to comfort her. The strike exposed her face for the thunderous beating she about to endure. Victoria fired rapid left and rights into her head. Her skin and bone structure became contorted with the sickening shots. Drops of her oozing blood splashed off her face with every impact. They were vicious and hard to watch for the normal person. But Victoria trained the crowd to want bloodlust.
“Oooof” Trish breathed as Victoria switched her focus to the blonde’s perfect washboard abs. The Canadian doubled over, her body seemingly wrapped herself around the raven haired girl’s metal fist. The first few slow shots took the air completely out her and left her completely drained. The next ones were aimed to injure. They were quick yet potent. Trish’s firm midsection was effectively softened and reshaped by the blows. She cried out loud. She could feel the internal damage the knuckles were inflicting on her. Victoria was completely in the zone, like a boxer who had her opponent against the ropes. Soon enough the imprint of the knuckles left a large red mark around her belly. She was now coughing up blood. It oozed out of her already bloodied lip and down her chin. It was gruesome sight. Trish Stratus, the ultimate symbol of beauty and sex appeal, was now the image of something out of a horror film.
Victoria stopped to survey the damage. She stroked Trish’s partially blood stained hair. The diva was shivering. Her right eye looked to be swelling up from those punches. Tears marred her face and mixed in with her blood. Her belly was in tremendous pain. She likely had a broken rib or two.
She grabbed the barbed wire 2 X 4 and hit her directly on the face. Trish yelped as the pointed bits made contact with her face. What came next was even more vulgar. Victoria dragged the barbed wire back and forth on the bombshell’s expression.
“AAAAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!” She screeched. It was a sound no one expected to hear out of Trish Stratus’s mouth. The central diva in WWE shrieking because of a barbed wire piece of wood being rubbed in her face. Victoria laughed to herself the whole time. Her eyes marked the expression of a woman possessed, focussed on this one destructive task. The sight of more and more blood loss had her increasingly excited. Her mastery of the hardcore match style had proven Trish’s downfall.
The barbed wire relentlessly scraped against her skin. The cut on her forehead widened and had a few more companions now. Her face was now completely coloured a dark red. The excess crimson dripped down on to her breasts and on to the floor. A truly gruesome sight. Not according to Victoria though. “You’ve never looked prettier Trish!!! How’d you like your facial?!”
“Hmm, how’re your tits feeling?” She said with a tug to the chain on her breasts. With all the headshots everyone had forgotten about the nipple clamps. Even Trish became desensitized by the discomfort and intensity in her nipples with the damage inflicted to the rest of her body. Her foe would change that.
She rubbed the barbed wire bit over her pinched nipples. “OWWWWWWW!!!” Trish cried out to sky. Now her breasts were being marred! The cuts were instantaneous on her nipples and the area around her nipples. Never did she think that her own teats would draw blood but here they were! They stung so much! The pain had her in shock!
Victory clutched her tool and looked it over. It was like she was admiring the potent little shards in the silvery coil. It was like a paintbrush to her. Unfortunately that meant Trish’s body was the canvas! Without warning she took the weapon and slammed it between the Canuck’s legs!!! And again! And once more!!! The poor victim let out a long yelp that mixed in with tears. Victoria was going to destroy Trish’s womanhood. “I trust your fans will never dream about fuckign your pussy again Trish!” She shouted as fired another one into Trish’s cunt. She was being ripped to shreds – literally!- where it arguably hurt most.
She stopped and allowed Trish to dangle there for a moment before releasing her. The diva immediately fell to her knees. Her bloody face with her stained matted hair dangle on marred chest. Inaudible, incomprehensible moans escaped her lips. Victoria retrieved a stop sign from the ring and stood above her. She waited for Trish to look up slightly and then smashed it on her head! Trish fell over and writhed on the ground. While she was agonizing Victoria pulled out a table. The crowd oooed at the high profile weapon. It was rare to see that in a women’s match. Then again so was a lot of stunts they saw thus far.
Victoria folded out the legs and flipped it over. After positioning it accordingly, she picked up Trish by her soaked hair. She was near limp in her clutches. She placed her between her legs and positioned herself in front of the wooden table. Trish couldn’t keep her straightened position due to fatigue and pain so she dropped down limply, as symbol of her destroyed frame. Victoria picked her up once again and paused. Her bare ass and legs exposed, her destroyed udders and nipple chain hanging down, Victoria picked her up and held her on her shoulders. Trish looked in horror as the arena saw her on display like this right before her body would be broken in half. With a swift move Victoria propelled her entire body into powerbombing her through the table! It broke in half with Trish’s poor body in tow! The diva landed on her back spread eagled and completely knocked out. Her legs parted….her arms behind her head…the classic Trish laid out pose. She looked incredibly sexy in her moment of unconsciousness.
Victoria looked down at her. She knew she was done. She could end this right now. But there was one thing left to do and it had to be in the ring for all to see. She picked her beaten foe by the hair. She was still sleeping and thus completely limp and unresponsive. The blood continued to flow from all parts of her body where there were cuts. Slowly Victoria dragged the dead weight and placed her on the apron. She pushed her further into the ring.
While Trish just lay there she went under the ring a last time. She searched for a minute and reappeared with a pink strap on dildo. She stood outside and fitted the sexual device over her pelvis. Victoria truly had the image of a domina and now with this dildo attached to her, she someone to be feared. One had to wonder what kind sexual abuse was possible from a woman who had inflicted such physical abuse.
Victoria pushed herself into the ring and went to Trish’s prone spread eagle body. “Wake up!!!” She shouted with a rude stomp to her belly. Trish shot awake with an intense groan. She was better off asleep she must’ve thought. “No…not more…” she said to no one. “ON YOUR KNEES!!!” Victoria barked. “NOOW!!!” Trish wasn’t even looking at her. She was focussed at the recent pain in her belly and the overall pain in her body. When she hesitated Victoria came down again on her belly with a harsher stomp. “DO IT BEFORE I BASH YOUR HEAD IN AGAIN!!!”
Trish slowly rolled over and pushed herself onto her shins. She held her head as she dizzily knelt on the stained ring mat. Through blurred vision she could see something pink and unusual hanging from Victoria’s body. The villainess was stroking the shiny phallic shaped object as well. Then it hit her. She looked up to see Victoria smiling sadistically as she petted the colourful fake cock. Trish’s eyes widened as she shook her head adamantly. “Please…Vic….I’ve suffered enough…”
“Oh you’ve suffered, Trish.” She began. “But it’s definitely not enough.” She approached her close and had her take a look at her dildo. “Like my toy Trish? It’s pink just for you! You like pink don’t you?” She slapped her with it.
Trish recoiled but went on with her protests. “No..don’t Vic…I’m begging you…I’ve had enough…” She clapsed her hands together in a pleading motion. The shot was powerful: a pathetic, bloodied, nipple clamped champion diva Trish Stratus kneeling before a completely untoughed, upright, confident, sadistic Victoria.
“Ooo, I like the sound of that! The mighty Trish Stratus begging me. Ain’t that a sight you’d never think to see!” She looked around. The audience seemed to want this now. She heard a faint ‘FUCK HER’ chant. Trish heard it too and was completely dismayed. “But that won’t do it Trish! I’m going to enjoy you making my bitch in front of your FORMER fans! You are going to suck my think pink cock right now!!!”
“Please! NO…NO…” But she was cut off by Victoria forcing her dick into her mouth. She held her hair and pushed her mouth up and down on the think shaft. “Suck it Trish!!!”
The blonde gaggled with the thick cock on her mouth. She felt it press against the back of her throat. She managed to push it out as she drew a deep breath. “It’s too big…” she panted. But Victoria force it back in. “Did I say you could pull it out?! One more time and I break those pretty legs!!!” She threatened.
Thus Trish resumed. Her bloody lips stained the outside of it. She coughed and slurped and essentially choked on the device. “Youre a good little cocksucker Trish! No wonder they like you so much! Who’d you suck off to get this women’s title of yours?!” She taunted. Trish couldn’t respond. If she could she would put up an argument that she earned it. Not that Victoria would listen though. Victoria pushed it further down her windpipe. “Yeah, I hope you’re feeling my cock deep in your throat Trish!”
Trish was visibly in discomfort. She couldn’t handle it for much longer. Victoria hammered the dildo in and out of her throat poking at it with every strike. She was gagging hard now. She looked like she was going to throw up. “Take it all Trish…take it like the cock sucking whore you are!” Trish muffled moans were loud now. “You’re a lot better at sucking dick then wrestling! Perhaps I should whore you out after I beat you…because you’ll be retired as a diva…a new career as my personal slut slave!” She channelled the power in her hips and hit her with a potent thrust. The result was unexpected and downright gross. The corners of her lips leaked a dirty white fluid. Trish coughed and her mouth exploded with vomit. Victoria removed her cock out of instinct. The shaft was dripping with the dirty puke. Trish threw up some more on the mat. The ring reeked now.
Trish knelt there with vomit dripping down her chin. Her face was a now a sick mixture of blood tears and now puke. “Who said you could dirty my cock!? Lick it off now!”
“Noooo…” she weakly shook her head.
“Do it!” Then Victoria forced it back in her mouth and had Trish clean it off. “That’ll teach you, you cock sucking vomit licking whore!” Trish went up and down the entire shaft, completely clearing it of her spew. When she was done she removed herself. She hadn’t swallowed yet and was looking to spit it out. “SWALLOW IT!” Trish shook her head. Victoria made a threatening motion. Then Trish gulped down. It could be seen moving down her throat. The look of disgust on her face.
Victoria walked around back of Trish and kicked her down face into the puddle of puke. “You made a mess on my ring you bitch! Now im gonna make you eat it!” With that she rubbed Trish’s face into the disgusting patch of stuff. Her arms flailed as her mouth and nose met the mat! Victoria picked her face up by her hair and presented her to the crowd. Her mouth was surrounded in the puke and gasping for air. She slammed her back down and went around back of her. She clutched her dick again and knelt at her ass.
She smiled and looked around to the crowd. They let out a cheer. Then she proceeded to edge the cock between her foe’s ass cheeks. Trish stopped writhing when she felt what was about to happen! She trashed about and utter a barrage of no’s! Victoria held on to her hips to steady the perilous woman and slowly pushed into her. “AHHHHHH!” Trish shouted. It was so thick for her virgin ass. She had never taken it up the ass before and Victoria knew it as she pressed violently on. The thick member did little favours to her asshole walls.
Trish writhing on the mat, her forearms still in the vomit, her face facing down and her eyes closed. She screamed harshly. This wouldn’t do for Victoria though. She reached forward and tugged her hair, forcing her head up. “Look at you fans Trish! Open your eyes and look at them!”
Trish did. She looked at the first few rows and saw something out of them she had never seen before. Males and females alike cheered on Victoria…the heel! Trish was a fan favourite for a long time. She left the WWE fans Stratusfied every night. And now what? They revelled in her humiliation and embarrassment. “HARDER!!!” They called out. Did they not care for the pain in her asshole right now? They were animals like Victoria!
“Look at them.” Victoria repeated. “All they see is a toy…the great women’s champion Trish Stratus is a little anal rag doll. How’s it feel Trish? You’re no champion! The only title you get is as the world biggest whore!!”
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” She cried in what might have been in response to her tormenter’s words but was more likely to the tearing in her ass. Victoria was right: she really didn’t look like the woman who was atop the diva’s division. She was dominated through and through in this match. Now Victoria was exerting more control by fucking her raw. Blood, tears, and vomit dripped down from her face. Her right eye had completely swelled shut. Her bloodied tits dangled down with the golden nipple chain and clamps attached to them. She looked like a dog right now on her fours.
“I hope today you realized what a lowly slut you are and what a superior woman I am.” She further taunted as she pressed further. “After your recover from your injuries, you will continue to be my personal slave. I’m going to lend you out like a grade A whore. You, Trish Stratus, will begin a life of sex and degradation while I, Victoria, begin my thousand year reign as the greatest women’s champion this company as seen. Because Trish, I have taken your dignity, you respect, your fans’ adulation for you, your fans themselves, and soon enough your title. Then Trish you will truly be mine!”
Victoria thrusted rapidly. Trish’s groans were quite audible now. She could feel her insides ripping with the thick cock. There was no doubt scarring. Victoria even began screaming as she made the final push into her bitch’s body. She pulled herself inward with a harsh groan and with a swift tug the entire ten inches disappeared into Trish’s body! Her hips were right up against her face. Trish’s face agonized at first but then her head just dropped. A final tearing sensation in her ass had done her in.
Victoria knelt there with her dick in her enemy’s ass. She wasn’t thrusting anymore. Instead she just remained idle, panting hard from the final push into Trish. The blonde diva was limp and face down on the soiled mat. Some wonder if she was alive but her slow heaving chest proved she was. Victoria grabbed her once again and pulled her up to her to her so she was leaned up against her clothed body. The crowd got another look at the full damage to her body
She spoke into her ear as she grabbed at her clamped nipples. “Just a little ass slut…” She cooed as she twisted them around. her tits. Then she dislodged rather uncomfortably.
With one thing left to do, she picked Trish’s limp form up again. She slapped her awake because she wanted her conscious for her finishing move. She placed her bare as between her legs and lifted her behind her back. The crowd cheered with what was to come. She hooked her arms under the prone diva’s form and then dropped down for the Widow’s Peak! Trish was unconscious on impact. She fell to her knees and then to the ground, her arms above her. Victoria psychotically clutched her face as she sat there for a moment. Then she turned around and rolled Trish’s limp form on her back. She hooked her leg and covered her. She made her own count. A slow one. 1…………………….2……………………………3!
The crowd cheered its loudest. It was over. Victoria was the Women’s Champion in a dominant performance. The only pin or submission in the match decided it. It was one-sided affair. Just how Victoria wanted it. She sat up and pointed down at her beaten foe. “Told you!” she shouted.
Then she rose to her feet and lifted her arms. She shouted for her belt which someone brought. She raised her arms with her title in hand and the destroyed former champion before her. Trish lay spread eagle once again, completely not moving. Her face was a bloody sticky mess. Her eye was swollen shut. Her tits were deflated, scarred, and still with the clamps attacked to her. Her pussy and the surrounding skin was marred with the barbed wire shots. Her knee was likely dislocated. They couldn’t see it but her back was mangled from going through the table and her ass completely destroyed on the inside.
Victoria left the ring with her new title. Trish’s body remained in the centre of the ring for the crowd to study, laugh at, and photograph. She would need months and months of recovery time filled with countless surgeries. When she did fully come to, she would be hit with realizing that Victoria had done what she said she would do and Trish had no response for it. More importantly, she would be hit with the reality of a life of servitude.