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Roxanne was normally dialed in. But tonight was different. Tonight was the biggest match of her life. Across the ring from her stood the women’s world champion, Rhea Ripley.
The Eradicator.
Roxanne was clad in form-fitting purple trunks and matching top, along with black leather knee-high boots. She looked confident and ready. But underneath, she was nervous.
Her mouth felt dry. She licked her pillowy lips and stared across the ring at Rhea. Her heart pounded against her chest. She could feel the cameras on her, and hoped that her eyes did not betray the fear she felt in her heart.
Since returning to NXT several weeks ago, Rhea had made it clear that she was determined to take Roxanne down a peg.
At first, Roxanne had been flattered. The fact that she was even on Rhea’s radar meant that she must be doing something right.
But as time went on, it became apparent that Rhea wasn’t just looking for competition. There was something else. Something beneath the surface. Something personal. Rhea had used her social media to call out Roxanne in a series of increasingly hostile and mean-spirited videos.
Rhea had come across as jealous and bitter. At just 22 years of age, Roxanne was already a former NXT Women’s Champion. She had been dubbed ‘The Prodigy’ for her in-ring prowess and many felt that she had only scratched the surface of her potential.
But why would Rhea be jealous of Roxanne? Rhea had the world in the palm of her hand. She had already held every women’s championship in the WWE and was considered to be the de facto leader of the Judgment Day. Time and time again, she had asserted her dominance in the women’s division.
The match had a big fight feel. Everyone in the Performance Center could feel the electricity in the building.
“It’s OK,” thought Roxanne. “I’m used to being looked down upon. Underestimated. The underdog.”
Dominik, who had been hovering nearby, circled behind Roxanne, who was too focused on her opponent to notice.
Rhea smiled. She had Roxanne right where she wanted her.
“Are you ready, little girl?” asked Rhea. “Ready for Mami to teach you a lesson?”
Roxanne didn’t reply. She looked up, her eyes full of steely resolve.
Suddenly, she felt something behind her, something brushing up against...
She turned and saw Dom standing there, blatantly massaging his hand against her butt cheeks, a lecherous smile on his face, as he looked admiringly at her backside.
She stared at him disbelief, stunned at his brazen attempt to cop a feel.
Furious, she reeled her arm back and struck his face with a tremendous backhand.
He stumbled backward against the ring ropes, but just then, Rhea charged at Roxanne from behind and drilled her with a concussive elbow strike to the back of the head.
Roxanne collapsed down to her hands and knees. She had allowed herself to be blindsided, and now she was going to pay the price.
Rhea looked down at her fallen opponent and shouted, “Nobody lays a hand on my Dominik!”
The referee called for the bell. The match had begun.
Rhea delivered a series of stomps to Roxanne’s vulnerable body, her steel-toed boots targeting the younger girl’s back and midsection. Roxanne felt each blow land like a cannonball. The kicks came too fast for her to cover up. All she could do was lay there, now face down on the mat, and take them.
Rhea hovered over Roxanne’s prone body. She leaned down and lifted her victim’s chin up and sat down on her back, positioning her in a brutal camel clutch.
Roxanne felt her injured back arch upward into an unnatural shape. She screamed as shockwaves of pain exploded throughout her young body.
Dom, still somewhat dazed from the much deserved blow he had received, kneeled down in front of Roxanne and taunted her.
“You’re not so tough now, are you? Mami’s going to teach you a lesson, chica!”
Roxanne felt unrelenting pressure in her spine as Rhea leaned back even further, bearing the full weight of her body down on her fallen prey.
The referee scolded Dom and ordered him to exit the ring. There was little she could do since this was a street fight and Rhea could not be disqualified. Still, Dom complied. He stepped through the ring ropes and down onto the floor.
Inside the ring, Rhea continued her bullying. She slid her fingers from underneath Roxanne’s chin and into the young girl’s mouth, stretching her lips upward into a perverted smile.
“What’s the matter, Roxie?” teased Rhea. “Don’t be so sad! We’re having fun!”
Roxanne screamed even louder. The relentless pain was one thing, but to be humiliated like this made her suffering exponentially worse.
Rhea glided her index and middle fingers upward into Roxanne’s nostrils and yanked upward.
“Oink oink, little Roxie!” sneered Rhea. “This little piggy’s running all the way home!” She laughed cruelly as she tormented her younger opponent.
Finally she released the hold. Roxanne’s body flopped downward, her forehead smacking the mat.
Rhea stood up and surveyed her helpless victim. Roxanne lay there, her hand reaching around to the base of her spine. She moaned weakly.
Outside the ring, Dom was cheering Rhea on. She made eye contact with him and nodded.
Dom nodded back, knowing instinctively what she wanted. He reached under the ring apron and pulled something out.
A kendo stick.
The crowd booed Dom, but as he slid the bamboo sword underneath the ring ropes, their jeers turned to cheers as Rhea grabbed hold of it and held it over her head in triumph.
Roxanne struggled to lift her suffering body from off the mat. She reached for the middle rope and pulled herself up, first to her knees and then unsteadily to her feet. She leaned against the ropes for support.
Behind her, Rhea positioned herself like some demented samurai warrior, gripping the base of the kendo stick with both hands. She swung.
The kendo stick connected with a sickening THWACK. Roxanne shrieked from the sting of bamboo on flesh.
Rhea swung again. THWACK. Roxanne squealed.
Again and again. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Roxanne’s face contorted into a mask of pain and anguish. Small lacerations formed on her back from where the bamboo had struck.
Rhea was relentless. Roxanne tried to turn away so that her back was no longer exposed. It made no difference. Rhea aimed the stick at Roxanne’s exposed thighs, her belly, her bare arms, any inch of exposed skin was fair game.
Roxanne cowered into a ball against the bottom corner turn buckle. The crowd oohed and aahed as each strike connected against her tender flesh.
Rhea turned toward the hard cam, gloating over her dominance of her weaker opponent. She held the kendo stick over her head, smiling at her brutality. The crowd cheered, pleased with the dominance on display.
She turned back toward Roxanne, the bamboo stick poised to strike once more. Only this time, Roxanne was ready for her.
When Rhea swung the kendo sword, Roxanne caught it just as it was about to connect and held it between the palms of her hands.
Rhea’s expression turned to astonishment. Apparently, the little Prodigy was going to put up more of a fight than she anticipated.
Roxanne gritted her teeth and pulled the weapon from Rhea’s grip. Now, she had the kendo stick.
Roxanne swung wildly, connecting with Rhea’s muscular shoulders. Rhea cried out as the bamboo connected with a stinging SMACK.
As she raised the kendo stick above her head a second time, Dominik jumped up onto the apron and grabbed it from her.
Distracted, Roxanne whipped around and decked Dirty Dom with a well-timed spinning backhand, knocking him down to the ring apron and onto the floor.
But as Roxanne turned back, she was met with a massive big boot to the jaw from Rhea, knocking her senseless and sending her body crashing down hard onto the mat.
Roxanne lay there, cradling her aching head. She was no match for Rhea’s raw strength. She would have to be smarter. But before she could formulate a plan, Rhea was on top of her, barraging her battered body with a series of massive rights and lefts. Roxanne tried to cover up but the strikes came too hard and too fast. All she could do was lay there and take it.
“How dare you,” yelled Rhea. “How dare you lay a hand on my Dom-Dom?”
Rhea rose to her feet. She bounded over to the ring ropes for momentum, then leapt into the air and extended her right leg out as she came crashing down onto Roxanne’s vulnerable body with a devastating guillotine leg drop. Rhea’s tree trunk-like thigh landed directly across Roxanne’s throat. The impact made Roxanne’s body flop upward and back down onto the mat.
Rhea did a kip up. She looked down at Roxanne. The crowd cheered for her and she smiled, her black lipstick-covered mouth arching upward into a Joker-esque expression of sadism and menace.
She was having fun.
Roxanne lay there, clutching her hands to her throat, struggling to catch her breath. The leg drop had knocked all of the oxygen from her body and it took all of her effort to simply breathe.
But before she could recover, she felt Rhea grab a fistful of her hair. Roxanne was helpless as she was yanked first to her hands and knees, then to a standing position.
From behind, Rhea contorted Roxanne’s body into an abdominal stretch, exposing the prodigy’s bare midsection. Rhea dug her knee into the base of Roxanne’s spine for added leverage, then grabbed her ankle and pulled back even further.
Roxanne cried out in agony. The pain was crippling. There was nothing she could do but take it. She felt like a helpless marionette, manipulated by a diabolical puppet master. Her young, nubile body felt like it was being torn apart. Her face was a mask of suffering and torment.
“How does it feel, Roxy?” taunted Rhea. “Are we having fun yet?”
Roxanne’s screams became more tortured as the stretch wore down her spirit.
Rhea raised her free arm up and drove her elbow down into Roxanne’s ribcage, adding even more insult to injury. Again and again, Rhea pulverized the prodigy’s helpless body. Roxanne felt each sharp, powerful elbow strike in her side. She felt her body being pushed to its limit and she screamed. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
But as painful as the submission hold was, it paled in comparison to what came next.
Roxanne felt her body lifted from the ground. In one swift motion, Rhea spun her around and cradled her body horizontally, then planted Roxanne’s spine down onto her exposed knee in a vicious backbreaker.
Roxanne let out a blood curdling scream. She felt as though her body had split in two.
She lay there, positioned helplessly across Rhea’s knee, her back arched in an unnatural shape, her arms hanging overhead, knuckles draping the mat.
Rhea only laughed, delighting in the pitiful cries of her victim. She raised her arms overhead, clasping her hands together as though gripping an invisible axe handle, then slammed them down onto Roxanne’s exposed stomach.
Over and over again, she repeated the motion. Roxanne convulsed as each strike connected with her vulnerable body. The pain was indescribable. It felt as though her internal organs were being pulverized into liquid. Her screams grew in intensity, shredding her vocal cords.
Finally, Rhea pushed the tortured carcass off of her knee. Roxanne’s brutalized body landed clumsily on the mat. All she could do was hug her arms around her punished midsection. She writhed around in agony, moaning weakly.
Rhea glowered over Roxanne and berated her.
“You’re pathetic! How dare you step in the ring with me? You’re nothing but a weak little girl! You’re a loser!”
Roxanne felt spasms of pain shooting throughout her broken body. But the cruel jeers made it even worse.
Slowly, she crawled to the ring ropes. She reached for the middle rope and tried to lift her aching body up.
Rhea looked down at her, shaking her head in contempt. But if she was being honest, she was surprised that Roxanne had any fight left in her body at all.
Roxanne struggled. Each movement sent shockwaves of torment through her back and limbs. Every inch of her body hurt. The cameraman zoomed in, capturing the anguish that was writ across her face. She looked pleadingly into the lens, her large anime eyes brimming with tears. She wanted to cry. Never in her brief career had she been tested like this.
But she knew she had to be strong.
From what seemed like far away, she heard the sound of approaching boots. Rhea had run to the opposite side of the ring, bounced off of the ropes for momentum and charged toward Roxanne.
At the last possible instant, Roxanne moved out of the way. Rhea’s own velocity sent her hurtling over the top rope and down onto the floor outside of the ring.
Rhea’s body landed with a heavy THUD. She was stunned as much from the impact as from the revelation that Roxanne still had some fight left in her. Dominik rushed over to attend to her. She brushed him aside and got back to her feet, then turned back toward the ring.
Her eyes widened as she saw Roxanne charging toward her like a bullet. The prodigy dove in between the ropes, and hit Rhea with a tope suicida. Her body crashed into Rhea’s, and once again the Eradicator was flat on her back.
Feeling a surge of adrenaline through her young body, Roxanne sprung to her feet and let out a fierce primal scream. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. She was back in it.
Dominik weaseled into position behind her, scheming for some type of sneak attack, but Roxanne, sensing he was there, spun around and hit him with a powerful thrust kick to his smug face. The crowd erupted as Dominik crashed down to the floor.
Rhea struggled to her feet. Roxanne leapt up onto the ring apron. As Rhea approached, the Prodigy ran toward her and landed a devastating kick to the Aussie’s chin, which sent her reeling. Roxanne, feeling confident for the first time in the match, jumped off of the ring apron and landed in a sitting position onto Rhea’s shoulders.
It was a move she had done hundreds of times. A spinning head scissors takedown. She would use the weight and momentum of her own body to take down the larger woman and send her back down to the floor.
Only this time, Rhea was ready for her. As Roxanne bent backward, Rhea rooted her tree trunk-like legs to the floor, remaining firmly in place. Roxanne’s eyes widened in fear as she realized she had miscalculated. Rhea grabbed Roxanne’s butt cheeks with her large hands and hoisted Roxanne’s body back up.
Roxanne shook her head frantically.
“No! Don’t!” she cried.
Rhea positioned her hands underneath Roxanne’s thighs, lifting the smaller woman up even more for added leverage, then powerbombed the Prodigy down onto the ring apron.
The impact sent Roxanne’s limp body bouncing off of the side of the ring and tumbling down onto the floor.
The crowd let out a collective “OOOOOHHH!!”
Roxanne lay there, writhing in agony. The pain was excruciating, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She managed to roll onto her side, then her stomach, reaching her arm around to the base of her spine. Every part of her body ached. She lay there, face down, ass up.
Rhea stood over her fallen opponent in triumph. A fiendish smile spread across her face, betraying the evil intentions she had in mind. She reached down and grabbed hold of Roxanne’s waist.
Roxanne, still dazed, felt Rhea’s callused, rough hands groping her body. Before she could understand what was happening, Rhea’s fingers pried underneath the waistband of Roxanne’s purple trunks.
“No,” whimpered Roxanne. “What are you--?”
Before she could finish her question, Roxanne felt a sense of dread as Rhea yanked the spandex down past her muscular thighs and over her leather boots.
Roxanne let out a frightened squeal. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She lay there in her fishnet tights, exposed and embarrassed in front of the NXT audience and the television cameras that recorded every second of her humiliation.
Rhea held Roxanne’s trunks over her head triumphantly, laughing maniacally. She scrunched them up into a ball and threw them into the audience where several fans clamored to catch them.
Roxanne tried to cover the exposed lower half of her body with her hands. Beneath her fishnets, the outline of her black thong panties was clearly visible. Tears welled up in her eyes. Nothing could have prepared her for the shame that she felt at that moment.
“What’s the matter, Roxy?” Rhea sneered. “Are you going to cry? Poor little baby wanna cry?”
Roxanne shook her head. She did want to cry, but she wasn’t about to give Rhea the satisfaction.
As she lay there, Dominik pounced on her, pinning her arms to the floor. Roxanne screamed in protest, but before she could do anything, Rhea was upon her.
“STOP STOP STOP!!” cried Roxanne. She felt Rhea’s sharp fingernails slide in between the holes of her tights and ripped them off. She looked down at her lower body in terror as she saw the fishnets being shredded from her hips and legs.
Rhea pulled off what remained of the tights and threw them aside. A cameraman hovered nearby, zooming in on the lower half of Roxanne’s body, now clad only in her black thong and black leather boots.
“No!” begged Roxanne. “Why are you doing this?”
Dominik pinned her wrists and hands to the floor with his knees. He slid his grimy fingers underneath the fabric of her spandex top.
She screamed as she felt the fabric being pulled up and over past her head. The fans cheered wildly as Roxanne’s fleshy tits were freed from their confines and exposed for all the world to see.
Roxanne shook her head in protest, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment.
“Oh, God, no! No! Stop!” she implored.
Rhea and Dominik stood up and admired their handiwork. Dominik playfully twirled her top around on his index finger. They laughed and heckled as poor Roxanne rolled around on the floor, helplessly trying to cover up. They had made a fool of her. Roxanne, so young and full of life, now lay there, degraded and humiliated.
The fallen prodigy struggled to hide her almost naked body with her arms, hugging her torso in order to shield her tits from the leering fans and cameras. She had tried so hard not to cry, but tears now streamed freely down her cheeks. She sobbed and whimpered pathetically.
Slowly, she made her way to her hands and knees, still trying to cover her exposed chest. She looked around for a way out but Rhea and Dominik both stood there, blocking the entrance ramp.
They pointed at her and cackled, two bullies taking pleasure in the torment they had inflicted.
Roxanne rose to her feet unsteadily. She stood there, wobbling on shaky legs.
“Please,” she mewled. “Just let me go...”
“You’re not going anywhere,” replied Rhea. “This match isn’t over until I say it is! Get her, Dom!”
Dominik grabbed a fistful or Roxanne’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Roxanne let out a pitiful yelp. He hooked her arms behind her back, presenting her to Rhea.
Rhea approached and cupped Roxanne’s chin with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other.
“Look at you,” she admonished. “They call you the prodigy? You’re weak! You’re nothing!”
She leaned in, pressing her face close to Roxanne’s.
“Now it’s time to finish you off!”
Roxanne felt a surge of adrenaline. She reared one leg back and delivered a swift kick to Dominik’s groin.
Dominik released his hold and stumbled back, bent over, clutching his crotch in pain.
Roxanne followed up with a fierce elbow strike to Rhea’s chin. Rhea, caught off guard, was sent reeling.
The prodigy turned her attention back to Dominik, still doubled over. She delivered a barrage of fists to his exposed back. She let out a savage scream as she let out her frustration. Dom fell down to his knees.
Roxanne spun around and ran back toward Rhea, jumping and using her momentum to execute a front dropkick to the stunned Eradicator.
Rhea fell backwards onto the floor in front of the announce table.
The crowd cheered on Roxanne. She was exhausted but she still had some fight left in her. She felt a boost of confidence. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Rhea’s jet black hair, pulling her up to her knees and then to her feet.
Rhea was groggy from Roxanne’s sudden offense. She stumbled clumsily.
Roxanne spun around in an attempt to deliver a kick to Rhea’s face.
But at the last second, Rhea caught Roxanne’s leg.
Roxanne’s eyes widened in fright. She shook her head, panicking. She was trapped.
Rhea flashed a sadistic grin. She reared her arm back and delivered a series of brutal uppercuts straight into Roxanne’s cxnt.
Roxanne felt a pain she had never known in her young life. She cupped her hands around her injured feminine center. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
She fell backward onto the announce table. Rhea followed up with a devastating knee thrust straight into Roxanne’s midsection.
Roxanne doubled over in agony. The pain was indescribable. She fell down to her knees.
Rhea grabbed hold of the prodigy’s hair. She stepped up onto the surface of the announce table, dragging Roxanne’s almost naked body behind her.
Booker T and Vic Joseph scrambled to get away. Roxanne kicked the monitors off of the desk. The crowd went wild with anticipation.
Rhea yanked Roxanne up onto the table. Roxanne’s body was limp and lifeless, like a worn out doll, broken and stripped of her clothes.
Roxanne was on her knees, her head sagging down to her bare chest. Rhea yanked her by the hair, forcing her to stare up at her.
Roxanne’s eyes welled up with tears. Rhea sneered.
“Are you ready for the Riptide, little Roxy?”
Roxanne shook her head.
“No,” she whimpered. “Please...”
Rhea pulled Roxanne up to her feet. Then, in one quick motion, gripped her hand through her legs and quickly hooked Roxanne’s other arm. Using her brute strength, she lifted Roxanne’s small body up into the air, then SLAMMED her back first through the announce desk.
The weight of both women’s bodies caused the table to collapse, splintering into dozens of pieces. Roxanne landed hard onto the floor. She lay there, her limbs sprawled out in various directions, breathing heavy, barely clinging to consciousness. She looked like the victim of a brutal car wreck.
The crowd let out a deafening roar of approval. They chanted Rhea’s name enthusiastically.
The Eradicator rose to her feet. She looked down at the carnage she had caused and smiled, basking in the adoration of her fans. Poor little Roxanne. She had so much potential. But when it came time to prove herself, she just didn’t have what it takes.
By now, Dominik had recovered from the low blow and wormed his way over to his Mami.
“Let’s get her back in the ring,” he said. “I’m not done with her.”
Rhea nodded approvingly. She reached down and grabbed hold of Roxanne’s hair and pulled her lifeless body to her feet.
Roxanne wobbled about on legs like jello. She had no more fight left to give. All she could do was to succumb to whatever machinations they had in store for her.
Rhea grabbed the back of Roxanne’s panties. Roxanne felt the fabric of her thong hike up between her fleshy butt cheeks as Rhea lifted and pushed her underneath the bottom ring rope. Roxanne rolled helplessly onto her back. Rhea climbed back into the ring and grabbed hold of her opponent’s arms, sliding her body toward the center of the ring.
Dominik, meanwhile, had slithered his way to the top rope. The crowd jeered and booed him, but he didn’t care. He stood straight up and surveyed his target, lying completely helpless, spread-eagled, exactly where he wanted her. He though of all the things he would like to do to her.
Dom’s upper lip curled up in a sneer of contempt. He leapt up off of the top rope and in mid-air, pumped his arms between his legs, then landed with his full weight onto Roxanne’s vulnerable body with a perfectly executed frog splash.
Although Dom was thin and scrawny, the momentum of the move made Roxanne feel like a sack of bricks had been dropped on her. Every inch of her body ached. Never had she imagined that her body would be subjected to so much pain and torture as she was experiencing at this moment.
Dom lifted himself up off of the mat and signaled to Mami. It was time to end this.
Roxanne lay in the center of the ring, her fleshy tits completely exposed. Rhea leaned over her and said, “Are you ready for the Prism Lock, Roxy?”
The words seemed to come from far away. Roxanne only moaned. She had nothing left to give.
Rhea reached down and hooked Roxanne’s legs, shaping them into a figure four-like position, then lifted the young girl’s body, so that she came down face first and onto her chest. Already the pain was excruciating, but as Rhea began applying pressure, Roxanne let out a blood curdling scream.
Never had she felt anything like this. Her calves exploded with pain. She tapped furiously on the mat, tears running down her cheeks.
The referee signaled for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The match was over.
But still Rhea was not finished. She refused to relinquish the hold, applying even greater pressure.
Roxanne screamed, “No! Please! Make her stop! I can’t take it!”
The ref threw his arms up in frustration. Normally he would threaten to reverse the decision and award the match to Roxanne, but since this had been a no disqualification contest, there was nothing he could do. He tried to intervene but Rhea simply ignored him.
“Oh, God!” Roxanne continued screaming. “No more!”
Rhea responded to her pleas by kneeling down and placing her knee onto the back of Roxanne’s head. The prodigy felt as if her young, supple body were being torn apart. She was not meant to bend this way. Her screams grew even louder as she continued tapping on the mat.
The crowd roared their approval. They loved what they were witnessing and let Rhea know it.
Rhea smiled and laughed sadistically. Finally, she relinquished the hold. Roxanne lay there, face down, barely clinging to consciousness, completely broken and humiliated.
The crowd cheered.
“The winner of this match,” boomed the ring announcer, “RHEA...RRRRRRIPLEY!!”
The referee raised Rhea’s arm in victory. Dom was by her side. They were proud of themselves.
She whispered in his ear, “Do you have the tape?”
Dom smiled. From his pants pocket, he produced a small roll of gray electrical tape and handed it to his Mami.
She held the tape above her head, still smiling.
The referee checked on Roxanne. She was breathing heavy, still face down.
Rhea brushed the ref aside and tore a long piece of tape off, then bent over and wrapped it several times around Roxanne’s wrists.
Dom assisted by grabbing Roxanne’s ankles and pulling them up so that her heels rested on her butt cheeks. Rhea produced another long piece of tape and bound her ankles together, then a third piece of tape, tying her ankles to her wrists.
Roxanne started to come to. She was confused, and scared.
“What,” she whimpered. “What are you doing?”
Rhea wrapped several more feet of tape around Roxanne’s ankles and wrists, securing her limbs in place so that she was effectively hog tied, her head and back in an upward arch.
The referee tried to intervene but he was completely useless.
Roxanne shook her head vehemently. She wriggled and squirmed about on the mat, but she had nowhere to go.
“No,” she begged. “Make them stop! Don’t let them do this to me!”
Rhea grabbed a fistful of Roxanne’s hair and yanked her head up, pointing her face toward the lens of a cameraman.
“Get a good look,” sneered Rhea. “I want all the world to see what a real prodigy looks like!”
She laughed sadistically and let Roxanne’s head fall back down so that her cheek rested on the mat.
“Get her on her back,” ordered Rhea to Dom.
Dom did as he was told. He leaned over Roxanne’s exhausted body and flipped her over, first onto her side, then onto her back.
Roxanne lay there, her knees splayed out diagonally, her calves folded underneath her thighs. She had never felt so helpless and weak in her young life.
Rhea got down on all fours and studied her victim. She was in complete control and could do whatever she wanted. She crawled on top her fallen prey and looked directly into Roxanne’s eyes.
“How does it feel, Roxy?” she asked. “How does it feel to be dominated by the most powerful woman in the WWE?”
Roxanne fought back tears.
“Please,” she mewled. “What do you want with me? You’ve already beaten me! What more do you want?”
“What do I want?” said Rhea. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life!”
Rhea inhaled deeply, breathing in Roxanne’s scent. Her sweat, her pheromones, her fear. It was delicious.
“Oh, God,” begged Roxanne. “Please, whatever you’re thinking, please don’t hurt me anymore. I can’t take it!”
“Don’t worry, little Roxy,” replied Rhea. “By the end of the night, you’ll know why little Dom Dom calls me Mami!”
With that, Rhea dragged her long tongue across the Prodigy’s face, licking her, tasting her, drinking in her essence.
Roxanne wept openly. She could hold back no longer. She listened as the fans cheered on Rhea. They loved every moment of it. She felt so humiliated.
Rhea looked directly into Roxanne’s eyes and held her gaze.
“Now,” said Rhea, “for the main course.”
“No,” implored Roxanne. “What are you--”
Rhea leaned back onto her knees and moved her hands to Roxanne’s waist. She caressed the fabric of her black panties, moving her fingers gently over the soft, synthetic material.
The touch of Rhea’s fingers made Roxanne tingle with a combination of fear and excitement. She felt as the larger woman slid her finger underneath the waistline of her thong, the tip gliding back and forth across her smooth, sweaty flesh.
Roxanne inhaled sharply. She felt an electricity surge through her helpless young body. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t...”
But there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming.
Rhea pulled down on the fabric, inching it down from her hips. Roxanne felt the thong, moist with sweat, as it slid down from in between her butt cheeks, exposing her soft, carefully maintained patch of dark pubic hair.
A cameraman hovered over the two of them. He zoomed in, capturing every inch of Roxanne’s exposed skin. The crowd continued cheering.
Dominik, meanwhile, crouched in the corner of the ring, watching eagerly, smiling. He liked to watch.
Roxanne felt her thong panties slide down over her thighs. She felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare that she could not wake from. Not only had she been thoroughly defeated, but now she lay there, completely stripped of all her clothes, save for her black leather boots.
Rhea looked down at the Roxanne’s exposed flesh, grinning like some deranged Cheshire cat. She had the so-called Prodigy right where she wanted her.
She ran the side of her hand down Roxanne’s torso, starting between her exposed tits, sliding it down past her navel and down to her now exposed cxnt.
Rhea pressed her face into Roxanne’s pussy and inhaled the sweet scent. She began licking the surrounding region.
Roxanne could feel her heart racing. Her inhalations and exhalations came in short bursts. Her body still ached with indescribable pain from the beating she had suffered only moments before, but the feeling of Rhea’s tongue on her cxnt gave her pleasure in a way that she had never felt with any man.
“What is happening?” she wondered. “Why does this feel so good?”
Her back arched upward. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened in an O-shape.
Rhea ran her long, snake-like tongue across Roxanne’s clit, flicking it back and forth.
Roxanne wanted to scream. The feeling was so sensual, so pleasurable, but she was reluctant to give in to this desire.
As Rhea continued pleasuring the fallen prodigy, her hands reached underneath Roxanne’s backside. Gently, she slid her long fingers in between her butt cheeks.
Roxanne’s hips lifted upward. Her breathing quickened. Her moans intensified.
“Oh, God,” she protested. “Please, make her stop...I can’t...I can’t take any more... Please, don’t let her do this...”
But the truth was, she didn’t want it to stop.
Because Roxanne’s eyes were shut tight, she did not realize that Dom had crept into position beside her. He held a live microphone in his hand and placed it near her mouth.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes! Yes!”
She heard her words echo back to her as the crowd continued cheering and laughing. She opened her eyes and realized what was happening. She saw Dom kneeling beside her, a shit-eating grin spread across his face, the microphone near her mouth. She looked up pleadingly and saw the cameraman zooming in on her, surveying every inch of her body.
But still she could not hold back. Rhea continued furiously licking Roxanne’s cxnt and gliding her fingers in between her butt cheeks.
“Oh, God!” Roxanne cried. “Yes! Yes! YES!!”
The crowd chanted along, their fingers pointing upward: “YES!! YES!! YES!!”
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop! Keep going!”
Her cries of pleasure filled the arena as she felt an orgasm of seismic proportions coming on.
When it happened, she thought she would explode.
“Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! YES! Oh, God, yes! YES! YES! YES!”
The crowd roared.
Roxanne felt as if a dam had broken somewhere inside of her. Currents of electricity surged throughout her broken body. The pain, the humiliation, the ecstasy, all converged at that single moment into a wave of infinite satisfaction.
The rapture slowly faded as she struggled to catch her breath.
Rhea had gotten to her feet and stared down at the fallen prodigy. Dominik handed her the championship belt. She raised it above her head in triumph as she basked in the adulation of the fans. She lifted her boot and placed it on Roxanne’s bare chest.
Roxanne lay there, hovering on the verge of consciousness. The cameraman panned across her almost naked body, conducting a sort of autopsy on her. She had been beaten, stripped, and then humiliated in a manner which she could have never anticipated.
Her final thought, before passing out, was that she could not wait for the rematch.
Roxanne was normally dialed in. But tonight was different. Tonight was the biggest match of her life. Across the ring from her stood the women’s world champion, Rhea Ripley.
The Eradicator.
Roxanne was clad in form-fitting purple trunks and matching top, along with black leather knee-high boots. She looked confident and ready. But underneath, she was nervous.
Her mouth felt dry. She licked her pillowy lips and stared across the ring at Rhea. Her heart pounded against her chest. She could feel the cameras on her, and hoped that her eyes did not betray the fear she felt in her heart.
Since returning to NXT several weeks ago, Rhea had made it clear that she was determined to take Roxanne down a peg.
At first, Roxanne had been flattered. The fact that she was even on Rhea’s radar meant that she must be doing something right.
But as time went on, it became apparent that Rhea wasn’t just looking for competition. There was something else. Something beneath the surface. Something personal. Rhea had used her social media to call out Roxanne in a series of increasingly hostile and mean-spirited videos.
Rhea had come across as jealous and bitter. At just 22 years of age, Roxanne was already a former NXT Women’s Champion. She had been dubbed ‘The Prodigy’ for her in-ring prowess and many felt that she had only scratched the surface of her potential.
But why would Rhea be jealous of Roxanne? Rhea had the world in the palm of her hand. She had already held every women’s championship in the WWE and was considered to be the de facto leader of the Judgment Day. Time and time again, she had asserted her dominance in the women’s division.
The match had a big fight feel. Everyone in the Performance Center could feel the electricity in the building.
“It’s OK,” thought Roxanne. “I’m used to being looked down upon. Underestimated. The underdog.”
Dominik, who had been hovering nearby, circled behind Roxanne, who was too focused on her opponent to notice.
Rhea smiled. She had Roxanne right where she wanted her.
“Are you ready, little girl?” asked Rhea. “Ready for Mami to teach you a lesson?”
Roxanne didn’t reply. She looked up, her eyes full of steely resolve.
Suddenly, she felt something behind her, something brushing up against...
She turned and saw Dom standing there, blatantly massaging his hand against her butt cheeks, a lecherous smile on his face, as he looked admiringly at her backside.
She stared at him disbelief, stunned at his brazen attempt to cop a feel.
Furious, she reeled her arm back and struck his face with a tremendous backhand.
He stumbled backward against the ring ropes, but just then, Rhea charged at Roxanne from behind and drilled her with a concussive elbow strike to the back of the head.
Roxanne collapsed down to her hands and knees. She had allowed herself to be blindsided, and now she was going to pay the price.
Rhea looked down at her fallen opponent and shouted, “Nobody lays a hand on my Dominik!”
The referee called for the bell. The match had begun.
Rhea delivered a series of stomps to Roxanne’s vulnerable body, her steel-toed boots targeting the younger girl’s back and midsection. Roxanne felt each blow land like a cannonball. The kicks came too fast for her to cover up. All she could do was lay there, now face down on the mat, and take them.
Rhea hovered over Roxanne’s prone body. She leaned down and lifted her victim’s chin up and sat down on her back, positioning her in a brutal camel clutch.
Roxanne felt her injured back arch upward into an unnatural shape. She screamed as shockwaves of pain exploded throughout her young body.
Dom, still somewhat dazed from the much deserved blow he had received, kneeled down in front of Roxanne and taunted her.
“You’re not so tough now, are you? Mami’s going to teach you a lesson, chica!”
Roxanne felt unrelenting pressure in her spine as Rhea leaned back even further, bearing the full weight of her body down on her fallen prey.
The referee scolded Dom and ordered him to exit the ring. There was little she could do since this was a street fight and Rhea could not be disqualified. Still, Dom complied. He stepped through the ring ropes and down onto the floor.
Inside the ring, Rhea continued her bullying. She slid her fingers from underneath Roxanne’s chin and into the young girl’s mouth, stretching her lips upward into a perverted smile.
“What’s the matter, Roxie?” teased Rhea. “Don’t be so sad! We’re having fun!”
Roxanne screamed even louder. The relentless pain was one thing, but to be humiliated like this made her suffering exponentially worse.
Rhea glided her index and middle fingers upward into Roxanne’s nostrils and yanked upward.
“Oink oink, little Roxie!” sneered Rhea. “This little piggy’s running all the way home!” She laughed cruelly as she tormented her younger opponent.
Finally she released the hold. Roxanne’s body flopped downward, her forehead smacking the mat.
Rhea stood up and surveyed her helpless victim. Roxanne lay there, her hand reaching around to the base of her spine. She moaned weakly.
Outside the ring, Dom was cheering Rhea on. She made eye contact with him and nodded.
Dom nodded back, knowing instinctively what she wanted. He reached under the ring apron and pulled something out.
A kendo stick.
The crowd booed Dom, but as he slid the bamboo sword underneath the ring ropes, their jeers turned to cheers as Rhea grabbed hold of it and held it over her head in triumph.
Roxanne struggled to lift her suffering body from off the mat. She reached for the middle rope and pulled herself up, first to her knees and then unsteadily to her feet. She leaned against the ropes for support.
Behind her, Rhea positioned herself like some demented samurai warrior, gripping the base of the kendo stick with both hands. She swung.
The kendo stick connected with a sickening THWACK. Roxanne shrieked from the sting of bamboo on flesh.
Rhea swung again. THWACK. Roxanne squealed.
Again and again. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.
Roxanne’s face contorted into a mask of pain and anguish. Small lacerations formed on her back from where the bamboo had struck.
Rhea was relentless. Roxanne tried to turn away so that her back was no longer exposed. It made no difference. Rhea aimed the stick at Roxanne’s exposed thighs, her belly, her bare arms, any inch of exposed skin was fair game.
Roxanne cowered into a ball against the bottom corner turn buckle. The crowd oohed and aahed as each strike connected against her tender flesh.
Rhea turned toward the hard cam, gloating over her dominance of her weaker opponent. She held the kendo stick over her head, smiling at her brutality. The crowd cheered, pleased with the dominance on display.
She turned back toward Roxanne, the bamboo stick poised to strike once more. Only this time, Roxanne was ready for her.
When Rhea swung the kendo sword, Roxanne caught it just as it was about to connect and held it between the palms of her hands.
Rhea’s expression turned to astonishment. Apparently, the little Prodigy was going to put up more of a fight than she anticipated.
Roxanne gritted her teeth and pulled the weapon from Rhea’s grip. Now, she had the kendo stick.
Roxanne swung wildly, connecting with Rhea’s muscular shoulders. Rhea cried out as the bamboo connected with a stinging SMACK.
As she raised the kendo stick above her head a second time, Dominik jumped up onto the apron and grabbed it from her.
Distracted, Roxanne whipped around and decked Dirty Dom with a well-timed spinning backhand, knocking him down to the ring apron and onto the floor.
But as Roxanne turned back, she was met with a massive big boot to the jaw from Rhea, knocking her senseless and sending her body crashing down hard onto the mat.
Roxanne lay there, cradling her aching head. She was no match for Rhea’s raw strength. She would have to be smarter. But before she could formulate a plan, Rhea was on top of her, barraging her battered body with a series of massive rights and lefts. Roxanne tried to cover up but the strikes came too hard and too fast. All she could do was lay there and take it.
“How dare you,” yelled Rhea. “How dare you lay a hand on my Dom-Dom?”
Rhea rose to her feet. She bounded over to the ring ropes for momentum, then leapt into the air and extended her right leg out as she came crashing down onto Roxanne’s vulnerable body with a devastating guillotine leg drop. Rhea’s tree trunk-like thigh landed directly across Roxanne’s throat. The impact made Roxanne’s body flop upward and back down onto the mat.
Rhea did a kip up. She looked down at Roxanne. The crowd cheered for her and she smiled, her black lipstick-covered mouth arching upward into a Joker-esque expression of sadism and menace.
She was having fun.
Roxanne lay there, clutching her hands to her throat, struggling to catch her breath. The leg drop had knocked all of the oxygen from her body and it took all of her effort to simply breathe.
But before she could recover, she felt Rhea grab a fistful of her hair. Roxanne was helpless as she was yanked first to her hands and knees, then to a standing position.
From behind, Rhea contorted Roxanne’s body into an abdominal stretch, exposing the prodigy’s bare midsection. Rhea dug her knee into the base of Roxanne’s spine for added leverage, then grabbed her ankle and pulled back even further.
Roxanne cried out in agony. The pain was crippling. There was nothing she could do but take it. She felt like a helpless marionette, manipulated by a diabolical puppet master. Her young, nubile body felt like it was being torn apart. Her face was a mask of suffering and torment.
“How does it feel, Roxy?” taunted Rhea. “Are we having fun yet?”
Roxanne’s screams became more tortured as the stretch wore down her spirit.
Rhea raised her free arm up and drove her elbow down into Roxanne’s ribcage, adding even more insult to injury. Again and again, Rhea pulverized the prodigy’s helpless body. Roxanne felt each sharp, powerful elbow strike in her side. She felt her body being pushed to its limit and she screamed. She didn’t know how much more she could take.
But as painful as the submission hold was, it paled in comparison to what came next.
Roxanne felt her body lifted from the ground. In one swift motion, Rhea spun her around and cradled her body horizontally, then planted Roxanne’s spine down onto her exposed knee in a vicious backbreaker.
Roxanne let out a blood curdling scream. She felt as though her body had split in two.
She lay there, positioned helplessly across Rhea’s knee, her back arched in an unnatural shape, her arms hanging overhead, knuckles draping the mat.
Rhea only laughed, delighting in the pitiful cries of her victim. She raised her arms overhead, clasping her hands together as though gripping an invisible axe handle, then slammed them down onto Roxanne’s exposed stomach.
Over and over again, she repeated the motion. Roxanne convulsed as each strike connected with her vulnerable body. The pain was indescribable. It felt as though her internal organs were being pulverized into liquid. Her screams grew in intensity, shredding her vocal cords.
Finally, Rhea pushed the tortured carcass off of her knee. Roxanne’s brutalized body landed clumsily on the mat. All she could do was hug her arms around her punished midsection. She writhed around in agony, moaning weakly.
Rhea glowered over Roxanne and berated her.
“You’re pathetic! How dare you step in the ring with me? You’re nothing but a weak little girl! You’re a loser!”
Roxanne felt spasms of pain shooting throughout her broken body. But the cruel jeers made it even worse.
Slowly, she crawled to the ring ropes. She reached for the middle rope and tried to lift her aching body up.
Rhea looked down at her, shaking her head in contempt. But if she was being honest, she was surprised that Roxanne had any fight left in her body at all.
Roxanne struggled. Each movement sent shockwaves of torment through her back and limbs. Every inch of her body hurt. The cameraman zoomed in, capturing the anguish that was writ across her face. She looked pleadingly into the lens, her large anime eyes brimming with tears. She wanted to cry. Never in her brief career had she been tested like this.
But she knew she had to be strong.
From what seemed like far away, she heard the sound of approaching boots. Rhea had run to the opposite side of the ring, bounced off of the ropes for momentum and charged toward Roxanne.
At the last possible instant, Roxanne moved out of the way. Rhea’s own velocity sent her hurtling over the top rope and down onto the floor outside of the ring.
Rhea’s body landed with a heavy THUD. She was stunned as much from the impact as from the revelation that Roxanne still had some fight left in her. Dominik rushed over to attend to her. She brushed him aside and got back to her feet, then turned back toward the ring.
Her eyes widened as she saw Roxanne charging toward her like a bullet. The prodigy dove in between the ropes, and hit Rhea with a tope suicida. Her body crashed into Rhea’s, and once again the Eradicator was flat on her back.
Feeling a surge of adrenaline through her young body, Roxanne sprung to her feet and let out a fierce primal scream. The crowd cheered enthusiastically. She was back in it.
Dominik weaseled into position behind her, scheming for some type of sneak attack, but Roxanne, sensing he was there, spun around and hit him with a powerful thrust kick to his smug face. The crowd erupted as Dominik crashed down to the floor.
Rhea struggled to her feet. Roxanne leapt up onto the ring apron. As Rhea approached, the Prodigy ran toward her and landed a devastating kick to the Aussie’s chin, which sent her reeling. Roxanne, feeling confident for the first time in the match, jumped off of the ring apron and landed in a sitting position onto Rhea’s shoulders.
It was a move she had done hundreds of times. A spinning head scissors takedown. She would use the weight and momentum of her own body to take down the larger woman and send her back down to the floor.
Only this time, Rhea was ready for her. As Roxanne bent backward, Rhea rooted her tree trunk-like legs to the floor, remaining firmly in place. Roxanne’s eyes widened in fear as she realized she had miscalculated. Rhea grabbed Roxanne’s butt cheeks with her large hands and hoisted Roxanne’s body back up.
Roxanne shook her head frantically.
“No! Don’t!” she cried.
Rhea positioned her hands underneath Roxanne’s thighs, lifting the smaller woman up even more for added leverage, then powerbombed the Prodigy down onto the ring apron.
The impact sent Roxanne’s limp body bouncing off of the side of the ring and tumbling down onto the floor.
The crowd let out a collective “OOOOOHHH!!”
Roxanne lay there, writhing in agony. The pain was excruciating, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She managed to roll onto her side, then her stomach, reaching her arm around to the base of her spine. Every part of her body ached. She lay there, face down, ass up.
Rhea stood over her fallen opponent in triumph. A fiendish smile spread across her face, betraying the evil intentions she had in mind. She reached down and grabbed hold of Roxanne’s waist.
Roxanne, still dazed, felt Rhea’s callused, rough hands groping her body. Before she could understand what was happening, Rhea’s fingers pried underneath the waistband of Roxanne’s purple trunks.
“No,” whimpered Roxanne. “What are you--?”
Before she could finish her question, Roxanne felt a sense of dread as Rhea yanked the spandex down past her muscular thighs and over her leather boots.
Roxanne let out a frightened squeal. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. She lay there in her fishnet tights, exposed and embarrassed in front of the NXT audience and the television cameras that recorded every second of her humiliation.
Rhea held Roxanne’s trunks over her head triumphantly, laughing maniacally. She scrunched them up into a ball and threw them into the audience where several fans clamored to catch them.
Roxanne tried to cover the exposed lower half of her body with her hands. Beneath her fishnets, the outline of her black thong panties was clearly visible. Tears welled up in her eyes. Nothing could have prepared her for the shame that she felt at that moment.
“What’s the matter, Roxy?” Rhea sneered. “Are you going to cry? Poor little baby wanna cry?”
Roxanne shook her head. She did want to cry, but she wasn’t about to give Rhea the satisfaction.
As she lay there, Dominik pounced on her, pinning her arms to the floor. Roxanne screamed in protest, but before she could do anything, Rhea was upon her.
“STOP STOP STOP!!” cried Roxanne. She felt Rhea’s sharp fingernails slide in between the holes of her tights and ripped them off. She looked down at her lower body in terror as she saw the fishnets being shredded from her hips and legs.
Rhea pulled off what remained of the tights and threw them aside. A cameraman hovered nearby, zooming in on the lower half of Roxanne’s body, now clad only in her black thong and black leather boots.
“No!” begged Roxanne. “Why are you doing this?”
Dominik pinned her wrists and hands to the floor with his knees. He slid his grimy fingers underneath the fabric of her spandex top.
She screamed as she felt the fabric being pulled up and over past her head. The fans cheered wildly as Roxanne’s fleshy tits were freed from their confines and exposed for all the world to see.
Roxanne shook her head in protest, her eyes wide with fear and embarrassment.
“Oh, God, no! No! Stop!” she implored.
Rhea and Dominik stood up and admired their handiwork. Dominik playfully twirled her top around on his index finger. They laughed and heckled as poor Roxanne rolled around on the floor, helplessly trying to cover up. They had made a fool of her. Roxanne, so young and full of life, now lay there, degraded and humiliated.
The fallen prodigy struggled to hide her almost naked body with her arms, hugging her torso in order to shield her tits from the leering fans and cameras. She had tried so hard not to cry, but tears now streamed freely down her cheeks. She sobbed and whimpered pathetically.
Slowly, she made her way to her hands and knees, still trying to cover her exposed chest. She looked around for a way out but Rhea and Dominik both stood there, blocking the entrance ramp.
They pointed at her and cackled, two bullies taking pleasure in the torment they had inflicted.
Roxanne rose to her feet unsteadily. She stood there, wobbling on shaky legs.
“Please,” she mewled. “Just let me go...”
“You’re not going anywhere,” replied Rhea. “This match isn’t over until I say it is! Get her, Dom!”
Dominik grabbed a fistful or Roxanne’s hair and pulled her to her feet. Roxanne let out a pitiful yelp. He hooked her arms behind her back, presenting her to Rhea.
Rhea approached and cupped Roxanne’s chin with one hand and caressed her cheek with the other.
“Look at you,” she admonished. “They call you the prodigy? You’re weak! You’re nothing!”
She leaned in, pressing her face close to Roxanne’s.
“Now it’s time to finish you off!”
Roxanne felt a surge of adrenaline. She reared one leg back and delivered a swift kick to Dominik’s groin.
Dominik released his hold and stumbled back, bent over, clutching his crotch in pain.
Roxanne followed up with a fierce elbow strike to Rhea’s chin. Rhea, caught off guard, was sent reeling.
The prodigy turned her attention back to Dominik, still doubled over. She delivered a barrage of fists to his exposed back. She let out a savage scream as she let out her frustration. Dom fell down to his knees.
Roxanne spun around and ran back toward Rhea, jumping and using her momentum to execute a front dropkick to the stunned Eradicator.
Rhea fell backwards onto the floor in front of the announce table.
The crowd cheered on Roxanne. She was exhausted but she still had some fight left in her. She felt a boost of confidence. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Rhea’s jet black hair, pulling her up to her knees and then to her feet.
Rhea was groggy from Roxanne’s sudden offense. She stumbled clumsily.
Roxanne spun around in an attempt to deliver a kick to Rhea’s face.
But at the last second, Rhea caught Roxanne’s leg.
Roxanne’s eyes widened in fright. She shook her head, panicking. She was trapped.
Rhea flashed a sadistic grin. She reared her arm back and delivered a series of brutal uppercuts straight into Roxanne’s cxnt.
Roxanne felt a pain she had never known in her young life. She cupped her hands around her injured feminine center. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
She fell backward onto the announce table. Rhea followed up with a devastating knee thrust straight into Roxanne’s midsection.
Roxanne doubled over in agony. The pain was indescribable. She fell down to her knees.
Rhea grabbed hold of the prodigy’s hair. She stepped up onto the surface of the announce table, dragging Roxanne’s almost naked body behind her.
Booker T and Vic Joseph scrambled to get away. Roxanne kicked the monitors off of the desk. The crowd went wild with anticipation.
Rhea yanked Roxanne up onto the table. Roxanne’s body was limp and lifeless, like a worn out doll, broken and stripped of her clothes.
Roxanne was on her knees, her head sagging down to her bare chest. Rhea yanked her by the hair, forcing her to stare up at her.
Roxanne’s eyes welled up with tears. Rhea sneered.
“Are you ready for the Riptide, little Roxy?”
Roxanne shook her head.
“No,” she whimpered. “Please...”
Rhea pulled Roxanne up to her feet. Then, in one quick motion, gripped her hand through her legs and quickly hooked Roxanne’s other arm. Using her brute strength, she lifted Roxanne’s small body up into the air, then SLAMMED her back first through the announce desk.
The weight of both women’s bodies caused the table to collapse, splintering into dozens of pieces. Roxanne landed hard onto the floor. She lay there, her limbs sprawled out in various directions, breathing heavy, barely clinging to consciousness. She looked like the victim of a brutal car wreck.
The crowd let out a deafening roar of approval. They chanted Rhea’s name enthusiastically.
The Eradicator rose to her feet. She looked down at the carnage she had caused and smiled, basking in the adoration of her fans. Poor little Roxanne. She had so much potential. But when it came time to prove herself, she just didn’t have what it takes.
By now, Dominik had recovered from the low blow and wormed his way over to his Mami.
“Let’s get her back in the ring,” he said. “I’m not done with her.”
Rhea nodded approvingly. She reached down and grabbed hold of Roxanne’s hair and pulled her lifeless body to her feet.
Roxanne wobbled about on legs like jello. She had no more fight left to give. All she could do was to succumb to whatever machinations they had in store for her.
Rhea grabbed the back of Roxanne’s panties. Roxanne felt the fabric of her thong hike up between her fleshy butt cheeks as Rhea lifted and pushed her underneath the bottom ring rope. Roxanne rolled helplessly onto her back. Rhea climbed back into the ring and grabbed hold of her opponent’s arms, sliding her body toward the center of the ring.
Dominik, meanwhile, had slithered his way to the top rope. The crowd jeered and booed him, but he didn’t care. He stood straight up and surveyed his target, lying completely helpless, spread-eagled, exactly where he wanted her. He though of all the things he would like to do to her.
Dom’s upper lip curled up in a sneer of contempt. He leapt up off of the top rope and in mid-air, pumped his arms between his legs, then landed with his full weight onto Roxanne’s vulnerable body with a perfectly executed frog splash.
Although Dom was thin and scrawny, the momentum of the move made Roxanne feel like a sack of bricks had been dropped on her. Every inch of her body ached. Never had she imagined that her body would be subjected to so much pain and torture as she was experiencing at this moment.
Dom lifted himself up off of the mat and signaled to Mami. It was time to end this.
Roxanne lay in the center of the ring, her fleshy tits completely exposed. Rhea leaned over her and said, “Are you ready for the Prism Lock, Roxy?”
The words seemed to come from far away. Roxanne only moaned. She had nothing left to give.
Rhea reached down and hooked Roxanne’s legs, shaping them into a figure four-like position, then lifted the young girl’s body, so that she came down face first and onto her chest. Already the pain was excruciating, but as Rhea began applying pressure, Roxanne let out a blood curdling scream.
Never had she felt anything like this. Her calves exploded with pain. She tapped furiously on the mat, tears running down her cheeks.
The referee signaled for the timekeeper to ring the bell. The match was over.
But still Rhea was not finished. She refused to relinquish the hold, applying even greater pressure.
Roxanne screamed, “No! Please! Make her stop! I can’t take it!”
The ref threw his arms up in frustration. Normally he would threaten to reverse the decision and award the match to Roxanne, but since this had been a no disqualification contest, there was nothing he could do. He tried to intervene but Rhea simply ignored him.
“Oh, God!” Roxanne continued screaming. “No more!”
Rhea responded to her pleas by kneeling down and placing her knee onto the back of Roxanne’s head. The prodigy felt as if her young, supple body were being torn apart. She was not meant to bend this way. Her screams grew even louder as she continued tapping on the mat.
The crowd roared their approval. They loved what they were witnessing and let Rhea know it.
Rhea smiled and laughed sadistically. Finally, she relinquished the hold. Roxanne lay there, face down, barely clinging to consciousness, completely broken and humiliated.
The crowd cheered.
“The winner of this match,” boomed the ring announcer, “RHEA...RRRRRRIPLEY!!”
The referee raised Rhea’s arm in victory. Dom was by her side. They were proud of themselves.
She whispered in his ear, “Do you have the tape?”
Dom smiled. From his pants pocket, he produced a small roll of gray electrical tape and handed it to his Mami.
She held the tape above her head, still smiling.
The referee checked on Roxanne. She was breathing heavy, still face down.
Rhea brushed the ref aside and tore a long piece of tape off, then bent over and wrapped it several times around Roxanne’s wrists.
Dom assisted by grabbing Roxanne’s ankles and pulling them up so that her heels rested on her butt cheeks. Rhea produced another long piece of tape and bound her ankles together, then a third piece of tape, tying her ankles to her wrists.
Roxanne started to come to. She was confused, and scared.
“What,” she whimpered. “What are you doing?”
Rhea wrapped several more feet of tape around Roxanne’s ankles and wrists, securing her limbs in place so that she was effectively hog tied, her head and back in an upward arch.
The referee tried to intervene but he was completely useless.
Roxanne shook her head vehemently. She wriggled and squirmed about on the mat, but she had nowhere to go.
“No,” she begged. “Make them stop! Don’t let them do this to me!”
Rhea grabbed a fistful of Roxanne’s hair and yanked her head up, pointing her face toward the lens of a cameraman.
“Get a good look,” sneered Rhea. “I want all the world to see what a real prodigy looks like!”
She laughed sadistically and let Roxanne’s head fall back down so that her cheek rested on the mat.
“Get her on her back,” ordered Rhea to Dom.
Dom did as he was told. He leaned over Roxanne’s exhausted body and flipped her over, first onto her side, then onto her back.
Roxanne lay there, her knees splayed out diagonally, her calves folded underneath her thighs. She had never felt so helpless and weak in her young life.
Rhea got down on all fours and studied her victim. She was in complete control and could do whatever she wanted. She crawled on top her fallen prey and looked directly into Roxanne’s eyes.
“How does it feel, Roxy?” she asked. “How does it feel to be dominated by the most powerful woman in the WWE?”
Roxanne fought back tears.
“Please,” she mewled. “What do you want with me? You’ve already beaten me! What more do you want?”
“What do I want?” said Rhea. “I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life!”
Rhea inhaled deeply, breathing in Roxanne’s scent. Her sweat, her pheromones, her fear. It was delicious.
“Oh, God,” begged Roxanne. “Please, whatever you’re thinking, please don’t hurt me anymore. I can’t take it!”
“Don’t worry, little Roxy,” replied Rhea. “By the end of the night, you’ll know why little Dom Dom calls me Mami!”
With that, Rhea dragged her long tongue across the Prodigy’s face, licking her, tasting her, drinking in her essence.
Roxanne wept openly. She could hold back no longer. She listened as the fans cheered on Rhea. They loved every moment of it. She felt so humiliated.
Rhea looked directly into Roxanne’s eyes and held her gaze.
“Now,” said Rhea, “for the main course.”
“No,” implored Roxanne. “What are you--”
Rhea leaned back onto her knees and moved her hands to Roxanne’s waist. She caressed the fabric of her black panties, moving her fingers gently over the soft, synthetic material.
The touch of Rhea’s fingers made Roxanne tingle with a combination of fear and excitement. She felt as the larger woman slid her finger underneath the waistline of her thong, the tip gliding back and forth across her smooth, sweaty flesh.
Roxanne inhaled sharply. She felt an electricity surge through her helpless young body. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t...”
But there was nothing she could do to stop what was coming.
Rhea pulled down on the fabric, inching it down from her hips. Roxanne felt the thong, moist with sweat, as it slid down from in between her butt cheeks, exposing her soft, carefully maintained patch of dark pubic hair.
A cameraman hovered over the two of them. He zoomed in, capturing every inch of Roxanne’s exposed skin. The crowd continued cheering.
Dominik, meanwhile, crouched in the corner of the ring, watching eagerly, smiling. He liked to watch.
Roxanne felt her thong panties slide down over her thighs. She felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare that she could not wake from. Not only had she been thoroughly defeated, but now she lay there, completely stripped of all her clothes, save for her black leather boots.
Rhea looked down at the Roxanne’s exposed flesh, grinning like some deranged Cheshire cat. She had the so-called Prodigy right where she wanted her.
She ran the side of her hand down Roxanne’s torso, starting between her exposed tits, sliding it down past her navel and down to her now exposed cxnt.
Rhea pressed her face into Roxanne’s pussy and inhaled the sweet scent. She began licking the surrounding region.
Roxanne could feel her heart racing. Her inhalations and exhalations came in short bursts. Her body still ached with indescribable pain from the beating she had suffered only moments before, but the feeling of Rhea’s tongue on her cxnt gave her pleasure in a way that she had never felt with any man.
“What is happening?” she wondered. “Why does this feel so good?”
Her back arched upward. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened in an O-shape.
Rhea ran her long, snake-like tongue across Roxanne’s clit, flicking it back and forth.
Roxanne wanted to scream. The feeling was so sensual, so pleasurable, but she was reluctant to give in to this desire.
As Rhea continued pleasuring the fallen prodigy, her hands reached underneath Roxanne’s backside. Gently, she slid her long fingers in between her butt cheeks.
Roxanne’s hips lifted upward. Her breathing quickened. Her moans intensified.
“Oh, God,” she protested. “Please, make her stop...I can’t...I can’t take any more... Please, don’t let her do this...”
But the truth was, she didn’t want it to stop.
Because Roxanne’s eyes were shut tight, she did not realize that Dom had crept into position beside her. He held a live microphone in his hand and placed it near her mouth.
“Yes,” she sighed. “Yes! Yes!”
She heard her words echo back to her as the crowd continued cheering and laughing. She opened her eyes and realized what was happening. She saw Dom kneeling beside her, a shit-eating grin spread across his face, the microphone near her mouth. She looked up pleadingly and saw the cameraman zooming in on her, surveying every inch of her body.
But still she could not hold back. Rhea continued furiously licking Roxanne’s cxnt and gliding her fingers in between her butt cheeks.
“Oh, God!” Roxanne cried. “Yes! Yes! YES!!”
The crowd chanted along, their fingers pointing upward: “YES!! YES!! YES!!”
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop! Keep going!”
Her cries of pleasure filled the arena as she felt an orgasm of seismic proportions coming on.
When it happened, she thought she would explode.
“Oh, God! Oh, God, yes! YES! Oh, God, yes! YES! YES! YES!”
The crowd roared.
Roxanne felt as if a dam had broken somewhere inside of her. Currents of electricity surged throughout her broken body. The pain, the humiliation, the ecstasy, all converged at that single moment into a wave of infinite satisfaction.
The rapture slowly faded as she struggled to catch her breath.
Rhea had gotten to her feet and stared down at the fallen prodigy. Dominik handed her the championship belt. She raised it above her head in triumph as she basked in the adulation of the fans. She lifted her boot and placed it on Roxanne’s bare chest.
Roxanne lay there, hovering on the verge of consciousness. The cameraman panned across her almost naked body, conducting a sort of autopsy on her. She had been beaten, stripped, and then humiliated in a manner which she could have never anticipated.
Her final thought, before passing out, was that she could not wait for the rematch.
