Trish Stratus' Trailer Park Brawl
by PerilEyes

Trish stood inside the women’s locker room. She had just completed another title defence – one against Jazz, the angry black woman who figured herself a very competitive and violent rival. She was crouched over in her stall carefully pulling out her street clothes to change into when she heard a voice.

“Well, well, I come to Raw for one night, and who do I see? Another blonde bimbo bending over.”

Trish turned around. It was Nidia. She was a Smackdown! diva, not a Raw diva. What was she doing here? “Excuse me?”

“Yeah that’s right, I said it. You blonde whores are all the same,” the curly haired brunette accused.

Trish studied the jean-short, red top wearing woman. Torrie had told about her snarky, gum snapping ways. Nidia was cold to Torrie in the dressing rooms, and had tried the take down the popular blonde fan favourite on a number of occasions in the ring.

“And what might that be?” Trish asked, if only to entertain her.

Nidia poked the front of Trish’s sexy sleeveless top. “Spotlight hogging, big titted, dick sucking, spoiled cunts!”

Although they were sharp words, Trish didn’t let them cut into her. Nidia had taken her gum out of her mouth and had begun playfully twirling it around her finger. Her hand poised on her hip, her head titled slightly, she expected a reply.

“Is that right? And what would that make you?”

Nidia resumed her finger pointing. “The woman who is going to take you down,” she boldly asserted.

Dropping her hand, she continued, “See, women like me have never had a fair shot because of women like you and Torrie Wilson. You are pretty little blonde princesses that everything handed to you. The only reason you’re in WWE is because those lips can do a few favours. Meanwhile I had to work my way up from the trailer park to get to the company, and even then I am held down by self-centred bimbos like you.”

“First of all, Nidia, you won a contest,” Trish reminded the Tough Enough winner. “Second, if you have a problem, I invite you to do something about it. I’d be happy to solve it for you.”

Nidia held out her arms at the challenge and smiled, “Oh yeah?”

Trish nodded, “Yea..oh!!!”

Before she could get out the full sound, Nidia cocked her neck back and abruptly spat her gum in Trish’s face. The move caught her off guard which allowed Nidia to grab her hair and throw her into a wall. With her back against it, Nidia fired a few body shots. Trish countered eventually, spinning Nidia against the painted white wall and returned the blows.

She brought her out and tossed her head onto the seat of a metal chair. Nidia rolled over heading her head. Feeling angry and confident, Trish tried pulling her up for a next blow. Nidia drove her shoulder into the blonde, running her into the shower room area and taking her down. The force of the spear caused Trish’s crown to hit the tiles. Nidia then jumped on top of her as she rained punches to the head and body of a yelping Trish.

When she got off, Trish attempted to crawl away from her perilous position. Nidia took the opportunity to firmly grip Trish’s shirt, pulling it off in one swift movement. The black bra-ed, golden pants-ed diva felt the same top around her neck while Nidia choked her. She forced her up to her feet with the makeshift collar, then proceeding to launch her back first in the wall.

The assaulted woman staggered out. Nidia brought a cowboy boot up and planted into Trish’s exposed midriff, doubling her over. Then she placed her head in a front face lock and employed her boyfriend’s DDT onto the floor.

The move left the women’s champion laying spread eagle and unconscious in the middle of the showering room. The camera panned on Trish’s body and heaving chest, and then up to Nidia’s smiling face.

“Figures you’d land on your back with your legs spread,” she commented. Her laughs permeated inside the room as Trish stirred, a low groan escaping her lips.

Nidia was out on a mission to beat the odds. It was true that the more she went through life, the more she realized one kind of person prevailed all the time. This was only confirmed. if not accentuated, when she got to WWE. The females in the best positions in the company were a couple of blonde hair, big titted women. One was the champion and the other had the most fanfare. Management and the fans ate up all their magazine shoots, commercials, and promotional endeavours. She was sick of their attention. Nidia never was handed the opportunities and free adulation they got.

She wasn’t done that week. On Smackdown! she actually had a match with Torrie Wilson. It was a match unlike their other contests. Here she was focussed on dominating the Boise belle. And she did. She beat her cleanly with a DDT like the one delivered to Trish on Monday. After the match she dragged her out of the ring and continued to assault her outside the ring and up the ramp. At the top, she stripped a pleading and crying Torrie of her ring gear. She then DDT’d her again on the harsh floor.

Nidia lifted her head to show the camera. Upon impact, Torrie’s head scraped against the metal grating of the ramp. Nidia then backed out of the Raw with a sick smirk for the loudly jeering crowd.

“Alright Trish, finger in the mouth, looking naughty.” Cameras flashed and clicked. Trish slightly bent her body over, arching her back and teasing the camera. From the doorway they heard the sound of air being released. Both Trish and photographer/director turned to find Nidia leaned up again the wall with bottle of Coors in hand.

“Bent over again, Trish? You’ve been getting really good at that!” The trailer park diva mockingly praised, “Oh, don’t mind me. Carry on, carry on…I want to see what a ‘champ’’s work looks like.” She took another swig of her sweet amber as she approached them.

“This is a private set,” the photographer warned.

“Can’t be too private if it’s held in the middle of busy area,” Nidia stated, putting the man in his place.

“Go sit in the corner, string bean. I need a chat with the champ.”

The man did just that. When they were alone, Trish questioned her motives. “What are you doing here, Nidia?”

“Now that’s not the way to treat the newest Raw diva, is it? I know you’re going to give me a puzzled dumb bimbo look, so I’ll explain it to you now: Mr. Bischoff liked what he saw so much last week that he took me off of Smackdown!’s hands. I am now exclusive to Raw.”

“I’ll get the welcome party preparations going,” Trish coldly commented.

“You should. Because I am going to save this brand from your overrated, undeserving ways. Eric guaranteed me a title shot of any match anywhere, and I plan to use it to put you in your place.”

“And you complain about me having things handed to me. That’s fine. You can have your get out of jail free card,” Trish paused. She smiled thinking of another quip. “Actually, that wouldn’t be a bad idea for you. How’s parole going?”

“Funny. You know what I was doing Thursday after Smackdown!?”

“Looking through the dumpster for dinner?”

“Fucking my man. And while he had his big dick inside me, I was thinking of your pretty blonde head.”

“I’m touched.”

“Kicking your and that other blondie’s asses last week got me so hot and bothered that I had to get fucked,” Nidia commented.

“And then you went right to the clinic and checked your chlamydia. Or is it clanydia?”

“Nope, I went to sleep and then dreamed…no, wait…as he fucked me hard with that manly cock and while I got off on knocking pretty blonde heads off pretty blond bodies. AND then I went sleep and dreamed about standing over you tired, broken, overrated bodies as the new Women’s Champion.”

“That’s great that you’re dreaming, Nidia, because that’s all it’s…”

Nidia held a finger up to interrupt her. “Hold that thought a sec, dollface while I suck back the rest of this.”

“No problem, do what you do best – sucking,” Trish replied. She watched as Nidia expertly chugged the remaining half bottle. Upon completion, Nidia wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and then belched. “Classy. You really do excel at that. In fact, that’s your greatest accolades to date, huh? The Sucking and Belching Queen of the Trailer Park!”

Nidia smiled back at Trish, proud of herself. “Damn right I am.”

“That’s fine…you have those titles. Because around here,” she said, looking toward the Women’s Championship sitting on the sidelines, “Only one matters.”

“That right, huh?”

“Yeah, it is and I’ll take you on when….”

Abruptly Nidia swung her arm and levelled Trish on the head with the bottle. A sickening crack reverberated in the room as the glass exploded on and around Trish. The woman went down in an instant. Nidia stood wickedly amongst the chaos, amongst Trish’s still, prone position.

She looked around the room. The photographer was shaking, saying ‘oh my god’ over and over. “Hey string bean,” she called him over with a curled finger, “Why don’t you come over here and finish the shoot?”

The panicked man made a run for the door. Nidia picked up a shard and intercepted him as his hand gripped the knob. She held the glass to his throat. “Try that again I’ll slice something off.”

The wide-eyed man gulped and nodded. “Ok…ok…”

“Good. Now get your little camera and we’ll continue this thing.”

The photographer did as she said while Nidia went to retrieve the Women’s Title. Returning to Trish, she kicked the diva over on to her belly. Then, she sunk down, placing on a knee on Trish’s back.

Nidia raised Trish’s head to the camera. Blood lined out of a gash on her forehead and dripped down her face. Nidia displayed the championship as well. She smiled down at Trish and then straight ahead as the scene cut. “She’s never looked so glamorous, eh?”

The challenge was issued after Raw. Trish promptly accepted.

Now, one week later, she found herself wandering a middle of nowhere Texas trailer park. Neighbours exited their mobile homes as the diva wandered amongst them in her Goodwill bought ripped jeans, red flannel shirt, and tanned work boots.

Finding her destination, a shabby looking mobile residence, she beat on the door. “Nidia? NIDIA?!”

She continued to bang. “OPEN UP!! OPEN UP BEFORE I…”

And it did open. The gum chewing, jean shorts and white tank top-wearing diva smiled, “Didn’t think you’d show. Frankly, you haven’t looked better.”

“When in Craptown, do as the Craptowns-people do. Wanna do this?”

Nidia stepped out of the door. “Yeah I wanna do this. I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

“Well, now you have me,” Trish said as she held out her arms.

“I do, right where I want you,” Nidia said as she went for the first blow. Trish ducked and offered her a punch of her own. She struck her a few more times before Nidia fired a few more of her own. A crowd had gathered around to watch the women brawl. Nidia grabbed Trish’s head to slam into the side of the trailer home but Trish spun her around and sent her head into it instead. She followed it by hitting her head a few more times.

“Hope I don’t tip it over,” Trish grunted, “After all, that is your livelihood in there, eh Hick Princess?”

Nidia collapsed to the ground as Trish approached. Balling up some sandy dirt, she vainly threw it at her in frustration. “Bitch!”

The clump landed on Trish’s pant leg causing her to shrug in confusion. “Not sure what you were going for, but gotta work on that accuracy there, Nidia.” She stomped Nidia’s stomach and mounted on top of her. She punched her head a couple of times as the trailer park diva tried to cover up. Her strikes ineffective, she resigned to banging Nidia’s head on the trailer wall. Only once. Once was all she needed to get the potency she wanted.

From there she lifted Nidia up by her curly hair, dragged her a distance before tossing her into a garbage container, toppling it on the ground with Nidia with it.

“Gonna teach me a lesson, huh? Tired of the blonde bimbos, huh?” Trish mocked, walking to her. Nidia writhed on the ground. The fall was harsh and her scalp hurt.

As the champion chimed behind her in her position of power, Nidia saw an opening. Well, the open end of the garbage can. Her hand reached for the closest object - a rough slab of wood. She got a hand on it, feeling a rush come on.

She moved her hand slightly, but had Trish’s boot on top of it. “Sure about that?” Nidia acted unconventionally by biting hard into Trish’s lower calf. The diva instantly recoiled back a few steps. “Fuckin’ bitch! You bit me?!”

Nidia lifted herself to her feet, taking the piece of wood with her. She wore a sick looking smile. Trish approached cautiously. Nidia swung and Trish ducked, ending up behind her. The blonde wrestler then felt a foot kick the same leg that sported Nidia’s teeth marks. That took her down to a knee, allowing Nidia to hit her across her back.

Trish let out a cry as she collapsed completely. Nidia dropped the wood. “Huh, what are you going to do now?” She pressed and grinded a boot into Trish’s lower back, then ‘showing’ her how they put out a cigarette around the park. Truth be told, if Trish opened her eyes from wincing in pain, she could see used smokes all around her.

“And this is how we put out BUTTS!” Nidia exclaimed, stomping on the diva’s exceptional backside.

“Ahh!” Trish cried out again, a sound Nidia undoubtedly liked.

She brought Trish up to her feet and then propped her on a nearby fence. As the girl still writhed, Nidia offered a sudden shot to her taut stomach. “Such a pretty beach belly,” she punched again. Then again. Nidia gripped Trish’s shirt and violently tore it open, causing buttons to fly in all directions. Like Nidia, Trish had a tank top underneath. Nidia reached under it, brushing up her aching stomach to her breasts. “After I’m done kicking your ass, everyone in the park is going to have a go at these tits.”

Trish grunted in defiance, “Fat chance, slut.”

“Fat like these fake tits!” Nidia squeezed the flesh, jamming her nails deep into Trish’s coveted mammaries. This went on for a few seconds with Trish crying the entire duration. At its conclusion, Nidia flipped her around.

Nidia roughly yanked Trish’s flannel shirt off her body and aggressively tossed it aside. Then, she lifted the tank top so it was bunched above her bare breasts. She struck in the back, forcing her into the chain links. From there, she clutched her by the back of her blonde and rubbed it against it. Trish yelped. Her wound still fresh from Nidia’s photoshoot attack, this was definitely agitating her forehead.

Nidia tugged at the diva’s long golden mane, pressuring her neck and scalp, forcing her head back. Trish’s brown eyes widened as she tried to look back at her attacker. Nidia looked her body over. She was scared. Legitimately scared.

“I have confession to make, Trish,” she announced, cooing in her ear. “I hate you. I hate your skanky, overrated ass…” Nidia aimed her attention toward Trish’s legs. Her free hand smacked Trish tight, round butt. “But I also love this skanky, overrated ass. I want to fuck it,” she admitted, her lips grazing Trish’s earlobe. Then she gave her ass a harsh slap.

Still clutching her hair, Nidia yanked it, forcing Trish back down to the ground. The champion sat up on her forearms, pleading. The cut in forehead had been reopened.

“Please...please….Nidia….” Nidia raised her boot and slammed the bottom onto Trish’s head.

Nidia scooped Trish up and dumped her inside a barrel normally used for trash can fires. Today, it was empty. Trish stood up and was immediately met with a staggering right hand, making her topple over, barrel in tow. Crawling out (or attempting to do so), Nidia punted Trish in ribs, flipping her over. Trish, on her knees, clutched her beaten tummy. Nidia came up behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck.

“I hope you choke,” she said to the struggling champion, “Choke like you choke on all those cocks you blow at the office.”

Her arms shot to break the hold. “Nidiaa….” she gasped. “....Nidiaaa….”

“You’re getting weaker,” Nidia observed. “Of course, you weren’t that strong to begin with, were you? Anyone can beat you up, can’t they?”

Trish bloated her cheeks. Blood continued to ooze out of her wound, even touching Nidia’s arm. “I….can’t...breathe…” she coughed.

Nidia abruptly released her. Trish rolled from her side to her back, holding her neck, looking upwards. The sky was blue. Cloudy, but blue. Looking at either side of her, she could see and hear a few people commenting about her and the setting before them. As the visiting girl, none of the words about her were not a whole lot flattering, but there was general excitement about watching a couple of women fight each other. Looking back to the sky, she didn’t notice the heat until that moment. TV makeup did a good job at masking sweat, but with none of that on now, her forehead was moist. After wiping it with a hand, she saw her crimson life juice for the first time painted on her palm. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back.

She heard a click. And then another. She opened her eyes. Staring back her was a gun barrel and Nidia behind it. Trish instantly flinched, sitting up. “Nidia! What are you doing?!”

Nidia motioned Trish to her feet with the shiny, shivery pistol. “Get up. Come on, let’s go, on your feet tramp.”

Trish cautiously got up. Hold up her arms, she cautiously and slowly spoke, “Nidia...put away the gun…”

“You don’t get what happens when you have a gun pointed at you, do you blondie? Let me give you a hint: you usually do what the person says so you don’t get your brains blown.”

“Nidia, I…”

Having enough, Nidia fired a bullet that landed just in front of Trish’s feet. “Don’t think I’m joking, Trish! Next one goes between your eyes! Now take off your fucking clothes!!!”

“Ok! Ok!” Trish frantically removed her tank top, making her breasts shake and jiggle in the process. She briefly glanced at Nidia who shook the gun at her. Then she quickly started on undoing her jeans.

“Bend over nicely when you slide those down. Show these people what you do best in the ‘E,” Nidia commanded.

Trish’s hand gripped the denim waistband and cautiously tugged them down her hips and thighs. There were cheers at the appearance of her underwear, a mini triangular thong. Trish had them down to knee level when she began working on her boots.

“Nope, footwear stays on,” Nidia stopped her.

The champion was about to let out a whiny sigh, but rethought it in the face of the gun wielding woman. The style was fortunately not as tight as she was used to wearing on WWE TV or at appearances, so wiggling off her boots was not as bad a task as it could have been.

The sight was truly an odd one. A sweaty, glistening Trish Stratus stood in her undergarments and boots under the blazing sun. It was a look that might have passed for a WWE Divas photo shoot, if not for Trish’s bloody face and bare breasts. Nidia even mocked her that they might as well do an impromptu modelling session.

“That works on you, Trish. I think you’d look great posed against a trailer, actually,” she poked, circling around Trish’s shaking form. She tried to cover her breasts. That evil firearm ringed around her finger.

Abruptly, Nidia yanked Trish’s hair, prompting the vulnerable diva to lift her hands off her chest and to her. “Aiiie...mmmph!!!”

Trish’s yelp was stifled by the barrel of the gun suddenly finding itself into her mouth. Nidia pulled and pushed it between her lips. Trish muffled some cries. Her eyes wandered perilously. The fresh-fired pistol tasted hot and ashy. A foul combination of metal and fire. A look of pleasure graced Nidia’s face as she worked that gun. She moved her free hand off Trish’s scalp to hold her hands behind her back. Crimson drops continued to fall to the ground, forming bloody sand mixtures.

“I know you know how to do this...work it like I know you can or I’ll give your head another hole,” Nidia sadistically warned. She pushed the gun deeper. Trish’s lips tightened around the firearm. It wasn’t lost on her that they were in the middle of gun country. Every member of this state defended their right to own gun. She didn’t know Nidia’s experience with one, but this was definitely an odd way to put one to use.

Several residents of the park, invited by Nidia of course, came up to harass Trish while she blew that gun. They groped her tits and pinched her nipples. They even stuck their hands into her panties. She cried as they grabbed hold of her pussy bush. She weeped when they hooked their fingers inside. This was the nadir of her humiliation. Giving a blowjob to a vile opponent and her gun while getting felt up by her lowlife neighbours. She struggled, but she was beaten. It was a bad idea coming here. It was a bad idea accepting Nidia’s challenge. She thought going in that she would have a chance, but hindsight was devilish thing. Hindsight let her know that she was paying for her bad decisions.

“Fuck Trish! You DO know how to suck cock!!” Nidia commented as Trish actually hit a good rhythm. One of the guys mentioned she had the tightest of cunts too, only adding to her shame.

Minutes passed. The fingers worked deeper and harder. So did the gun. She derived no pleasure from the latter; that was just sick and demented and awful tasting. The former, however, was having an effect on her. She wanted to deny it. She did deny. She shook her head and her body shook. She kept balancing weight between one boot to the other.

Nidia was loving it. “Looks like she likes it.”

Trish let out a frustrated moan. Her body tensed and another groan came from her gun covered lips. Nidia struggled to hold her. Her efforts with the gun eased up. Eventually Trish calmed, the ecstatic wave passing through her body subsiding. She could add an orgasm to her list of humiliations.

Removing the gun, Nidia instructed two men to take an arm each of Trish’s. The diva lolled dizzily in place. Her thighs spread wide, her thong soiled from her escaped sex juices. Nidia held her chin, forcing her attention on her. Through glassy eyes, Trish looked back at the menacing diva. The fight in her had been zapped.

“I guess this is the end of the story,” Nidia announced to a drooling Trish. “But to make it official, you are going to declare me the winner of this Trailer Park Brawl and the new Women’s Champion.”

Eyes went on Trish. She paused, looking around at all the faces. They were enjoying her darkest moment. It didn’t matter to them that she was Trish Stratus, possibly the greatest women’s entertainer and wrestler in history. They saw her got beat and handedly. She didn’t even think of the people watching her fight in the arena and across the world.

She dropped her head, quietly responding. “Ok.”

Nidia placed the gun under Trish’s chin. “What? Say it louder,” Nidia forced. Apparently the weapon was doubling as microphone now.

Trish elevated her voice and expanded her answer. “You win, Nidia. You are the new Women’s Champion.”

Nidia stood back. In that moment, everything she had said she was going to do was achieved. Torrie was in a hospital somewhere. And Trish had been physically and mentally destroyed. The era of blonde, entitled sluts was over in WWE! She, a brown-haired nobody, was at the helm as top diva. THAT felt pretty good.

Waving the men away, Nidia watched as the men left the diva to stand on her own. She could barely do it. Trish looked at her. Nidia was measuring her for something. With no strength or agility left, she was helpless toward Nidia running towards her. The new champion punted her boot harshly between Trish’s thighs. The momentum pushed Trish back tripping over the downed garbage can.

Trish’s body curled on the can as she laid motionless on it. Nidia placed a boot on the woman’s breasts. With Trish’s shoulders slumped down, she would motion her fingers into the air, forming a figure one, then a two, and finally a three. Laughing as she removed it, she informed a sleeping Trish she’d be back. Nidia then skip into her trailer for the next couple of minutes. When she returned, she had to shoo away the men that took the moment to cop a feel of her breasts. When she returned, she was also wearing a strap on dildo.

Nidia slapped Trish a couple of times, “Hey, wake up slut,” she said, tapping her palm against her. Trish stirred awake. As she groaned, Nidia rolled her onto her front.

“What...what are you doing…?” she moaned.

Nidia smiled. She roughly pulled the divas thong down her legs. After having her shirt and jeans stripped off, the diva only wore her boots and her tanktop, still bunched above her breasts. Nidia trailed her palm across it and slapped the cheek with a decent amount of power. Then, as promised, she would pushed her cock into Trish’s ass - no lube of any sort.

The activity was vulgar and horrifying to watch. The pain and discomfort within Trish was displayed through her grimacing face and perilous cries. The cock scraped against her anal walls. Nidia’s hands framed Trish’s hips. Trish’s were balled together in a couple of fists. There were tears now going down her cheeks.

Nidia pushed deeper and Trish screamed and cried louder and harder. After several minutes of this ruthless affair, she dislodged, purposely made it a painful event. Trish collapsed from it all soon after. Nidia triumphantly stood, wiping the cock on Trish’s ass.

“Well, there she is for y’all, as promised,” she announced to the hordes. “Just bring her to me when she does her rounds.” She would watch as a number of men came forward, unzipping her pants. She stuck around a little while for a bit of the festivities, but she needed some celebration time by herself.

“Man I need a smoke...” she sighed, twirling her gun on her finger, her cock also wagging. She swung the door open to her trailer. “...And a fuck.”