Alexa Bliss vs NaomiStinkface Match
The battle of who has the best assets was underway. Both of the combatants claimed to possess the most bodacious derriere. After several heated twitter exchanges, Alexa Bliss and Naomi meet in the ring to decide, once and for all, who was the most bootylicious. The match, of course, would be a Stinkface Match. The rules were simple, the first person to shove their glorious backside into their opponent's face would win the match.
Alexa, despite all of her pre-match taunting, her illegal choking, hair pulling, and underhanded eye pokes, was in an absolutely world of pain. Naomi had weathered the Wicked Witches' fury and paid it back ten fold! Miss Bliss, the same woman that had arrogantly sneered at her opponent and called her "an over-rated, over-weight bimbo that stuffs her undies to make her ass look bigger," was crawling backwards in an effort to flee from her pursuing opponent. Naomi's footsteps were firm and calculated. She wasn't merely stalking her prey, she was herding the sniveling blonde right where she wanted her to go.
Alexa's head is in a dense fog from the beating she's taken and she's unable to think straight, otherwise she wouldn't have set herself up so perfectly. In an attempt to rest and regain her bearings, Bliss reaches up, grabs onto the middle rope and pulls herself up to her feet. She quickly finds out she's incapable of standing up straight and her legs can't hold up her body. Alexa leans against the turnbuckle padding, her arms draped over the ropes.
Naomi sizes up the wounded blonde and bolts forward. Bliss glances up through hazy, half-lidded eyes and sees Naomi barreling toward her at full speed. Naomi leaps up and twists around, slamming her ass into Bliss' abdomen and ramming her back into the blonde's breasts, crushing Alexa's small body between Naomi and the turnbuckle. Bliss' limbs are splayed out from the blow. At this point, the only thing holding her upright is Naomi's body pressing her against the corner; therefore, as Naomi slowly walks away from Alexa, the 5' wicked witch staggers and wobbles, as if in a drunken stupor.
The audience is on the edge of their seats as they watch Bliss awkwardly teeter. She takes a wobbly, haphazard step forward and rocks back and forth on the heel of her boot The crowd is silent, waiting in anticipation until, finally, Alexa's feet are incapable of balancing herself any longer. She leans back too far and she falls back, landing flat on her ass. Her self-proclaimed, "perfect ass" thuds loudly against the canvas, causing the audience to leap out of their seats. The distinct sound of Alexa's fat bottom striking the mat caused Naomi to turn around, her eyes locked onto Alexa's. The blonde's unfocused eyes don't even focus on Naomi, but instead stare off into the distance. She's too zonked out to realize the severity of her current situation; so, with a despairing groan, she just lazily leans her head back onto the bottom turnbuckle pad.
Naomi's lips curl into a smile when she turns around and sees Alexa sitting in the corner, her legs spread wide, her arms draping over the bottom ropes and her head lazily resting back, using the bottom turnbuckle pad as a makeshift pillow. Naomi prowls ahead; her steps, once again, are slow and deliberate. The dark-haired beauty spins on her heel and looks over her shoulder as she moonwalks back toward Alexa. Naomi keeps her eyes locked onto the hazy eyes of her rival. She waits for a hint of cognizance from Alexa and once she sees that spark of recognition, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her black, booty-cut shorts and slides the garment past her hips, letting the shorts fall to her ankles. She kicks the shorts away, much to the crowd's delight. Naomi's lower half is now scantily clad by a barely-there hot pink cotton thong.
Alexa's eyes gradually widen as she watches Naomi begin to back up, bringing her thong-clad ass closer and closer to her face. Alexa tries to fight through her hazy stupor by placing her hands up and desperately pushing against her rival's large cheeks. The realization seems to fully sink in because Little Miss Bliss begins screaming like a banshee, shaking her head and pleading for mercy as she pushes against her rival. With her palms pressed against Naomi's oncoming butt, her wide, expressive eyes staring at the deep crack running between Naomi's cheeks, Bliss begins to actually cry, sobbing out for mercy. In the end, Alexa's attempts to avoid Naomi's ass prove to be futile. The black beauty easily pushes breaks past Alexa's defenses and she lowers her ass upon Bliss' mortified, terror-stricken face.
Naomi's mouth stretches into a wide grin once she feels the tip of Bliss' nose slide up her cheeks, followed immediately by her screaming mouth. In one swift motion Naomi's bodacious backside completely engulfs the blonde's face. Alexa's muffled groans and screams of despair emit from Naomi's rotating backside as she gyrates against her. Bliss' pint-sized body squirms and writhes in humiliation. Naomi seizes the top ropes and furiously shakes her hips back and forth, forcing Bliss face side-to-side! Miss Bliss can only resort to pathetically stomping and kicking her feet, her hands slapping at thick, dark hips as Naomi pushes back, burying Alexa's diamond-studded nose and gaping mouth even further inside the dark, hot, sweaty crevice of her derriere. Alexa sobs and shrieks uncontrollably as her grimacing face buries deeper and deeper into her rival's booty. Her screaming and thrashing has taken away precious oxygen and soon her limbs begin to grow weak and her eyes become heavy. Very quickly, Alexa's kicking degrades to mere twitching and it's obvious the blonde is unconscious. Naomi won the moment her ass made contact with Bliss' face, but the fact she was able to knock the mouthy blonde out made the victory so much sweeter. Naomi peels her ass away from Alexa's face, as if she were removing a suction cup, and raises her arms in victory.
Naomi is already backstage once Alexa Bliss wakes back up. Naomi watches the backstage monitors, grinning ear to ear. The HD cameras capture every pure of the blonde's ruddy, sweaty face. The cameramen capture Bliss' reaction once she realizes the sweat on her face isn't her own, but is courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. They capture the moment she realizes the foul scent in her nostrils and the horrid taste in her mouth is also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass.
And they capture the moment she realizes she's naked from the waist down, also courtesy of Naomi, and her superior ass. Naomi smirks, slinging Alexa's discarded shorts and panties over her shoulder, watching with uninhibited glee as the distraught blonde scurries around the ring, looking for her shorts and undies. With one hand over her shaven mound and the other covering her ass, Bliss scurries out of the ring and hightails it up the ramp. Meanwhile Naomi goes online shopping to find a suitable frame for her trophies of war.
