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Finally decided to stop lurking and post a story that I threw together recently. Been on a bit of a wrestling kick and this place has had some great stories of WWE divas. Hopefully this is up to the standards set by others well before me.

Trish Stratus is back in the wrestling news following her feud with Becky Lynch, so it felt like a good time to put together a completely implausible scenario where the jealousy of a current wrestler results in Trish's complete humiliation in the middle of the ring.

But that's only part of the story...

Enjoy. Or don't. That's up to you. All feedback welcome.

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By all accounts the women’s championship match at Fastlane was supposed to be a speed bump on the way to the Trish Stratus-Ronda Rousey showdown at Wrestlemania, a contest that was put in motion the moment Trish reappeared at the beginning of the year.

Despite being in her 40s, Trish more than held her own early on, winning matches at every opportunity and earning the No. 1 contender spot for Carmella’s title at Royal Rumble by defeating Nia Jax, Tamina and Bayley in a fatal four way match.

The now mother of two showed an impressive amount of agility and a newfound tenacity, despite sometimes wrestling against competitors 10 to 15 years younger than her.

Carmella, who’s title reign was never expected to last as it had, entered Fastlane feeling like she was playing second fiddle despite holding the title. In fact the WWE and Stephanie McMahon had even added Nikki Bella to the match as a special guest referee to help add more buzz to the expected Stratus coronation.

This didn’t sit particularly well with the girl from Long Island as Carmella felt like in effect the higher ups were saying she wasn’t enough to carry a match. Carmella planned to use Fastlane to show that not only did she have the ability to carry a match, but she could carry the whole company.

The evening, which started with a few build up matches leading to this event that was being used to kickoff the final hour of the PPV, featured a twist that only convinced Money Mella that the WWE wasn’t planning on anything but a Trish Stratus win, as the Hall of Fame diva got announced second despite the fact the Canadian was the challenged.

And if that wasn’t insulting enough the WWE brought back Lilian Garcia specifically for the moment, as the former long time ring announcer made her way out from the back to a thunderous ovation that only continued when Trish was finally introduced. Lilian and Trish, long time friends from the Ruthless Aggression era embraced.

Between Nikki Bella as referee, Lilian Garcia as ring announcer and Trish Stratus as the opponent, Carmella felt seriously under appreciated by the McMahon family.

That was about to change.

Standing in her corner donning her leopard print tube top and shorts Carmella scanned everything in front of her. There in one corner adjacent to her was Lillian Garcia, wearing a hip hugging, sparkling black and gold dress, and she boomed as she finished up announcements. On the other side was Nikki Bella, decked out in her black and white custom referee top that accentuated her large bust. She had on her black shorts and black and white sneakers to round out the look. Nikki was smiling big and clapping as Lilian ran through all of Trish’s accomplishments.

Finally right in front of Carmella was Trish Stratus, the woman in black with a black top, black shorts and a look directed at Carmella that said “they’re all here for me.”

The crowd began booing as Lilian moved from Trish to Carmella. The diva pretended not to notice, but she was surprised at how heavily the boos rained down on her.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, the bell rang and the match was underway. The two divas circled each other and then locked up, with Trish gaining an advantage and going to work with a series of take downs and other wrestling grapples designed to wear down Carmella.

The match eventually spilled ringside where Carmella turned the tide by whipping Trish into the ring steps and finally slowing the legend down.

There was no disqualification in the match as it was a title match, so Nikki Bella never counted, though she reminded the two competitors it couldn’t finish outside the ring.

With Trish slowed considerably following the collision with the ring steps, Carmella went to work hitting backbreaker after sidewalk slam on the legend.

As Trish began to mount a comeback she and the rest of the WWE was caught off guard by Carmella reversing into the perfect Mella Buster. The Staten Island diva hooked the leg and then things got fuzzy.
Pending on who you believe Nikki Bella counted slow and Carmella took exception to it, getting into the officials face and arguing before shoving the Bella twin back against the ropes and then exiting across the ring.

Now at ringside Carmella searched for something to do damage with and her eyes settled on Lilian Garcia. Walking up to the announcer, Carmella began screaming for her to get her old ass off that chair. Surprised by the vitriol, Lilian did as told, quickly getting up and moving out of Carmella’s path.

Carmella filed up the chair and hit the ring with it.

Nikki moved in to try to diffuse the situation, but Carmella shocked everyone when she delivered a chair shot right between the eyes of the Bella Twin, knocking her down and out.

All of the extra time allowed Trish to recover and when Carmella turned to her opponent she received a swift kick to the gut, dropping the chair. Trish followed with a snap suplex.

That’s when Trish made the critical mistake. Standing by Carmella’s head she turned and gave the point to the Wrestlemania sign, signify thing that she was ready to end things and where she was headed.

Carmella, who hadn’t lost her wind during the snap suplex, looked up and saw Trish playing to the crowd. Her rage had finally snapped. From her position laying down Carmella looked up and saw Trish’s back was to her entirely.

What happened next became the stuff of legends.

One moment Trish was smiling and playing to the crowd. The next her face’s expression was one of complete and utter surprise.

As Trish was turned Carmella reached up above her, got two hands on the sides of Trish’s shorts and tugged straight down.

The shorts managed to slide right down the glistening legs of Trish, stopping at her boots, leaving her rotund ass and her wide hips on display, covered only by a tiny g-string that was never supposed to be visible. The audience, already hot for the wrestling action, exploded as something entirely unexpected happened.

A shellshocked Trish was then spun around as Carmella hit a second Mella Buster, this time bouncing Trish’s shocked face onto the steel chair and knocking the Hall of Fame diva out entirely.

The arena began to chant “Mella” as Carmella got to her feet and walked over to Nikki Bella, who had pulled herself up and was leaning heavily against the ropes. The unsteady and clearly concussed Bella Twin offered no resistance as Carmella turned her around.

Then Carmella struck as quickly as she had before, kneeling down and yanking Nikki’s black shorts down, exposing the diva’s own tiny g-string and tanned ass cheeks. Pulling Nikki into position she dropped the diva with a third Mella Buster and the second on the chair.

Carmella bailed again out of the ring, looking under the apron as the two fallen divas laid out in the ring, face down and pants less.

The Staten Island diva found whatever she was looking for and then charged toward Lilian Garcia again.

“Give me a microphone,” she screamed and the announcer complied.

Now back in the ring she dragged Nikki Bella to the TV camera side and propped her against the ropes, using the top and middle rope to wrap along outstretched arms to keep her in a slumped but standing position.

Carmella then did the same for Trish directly across from the Bella twin. The two women looked hung out to dry, with their heads slumped off the shoulder while their lifeless bodies were displayed, covered by just a wrestling top and g-strings.

Pulling the microphone to her face Carmella cackled before saying “It’s so cute how you almost have the same undies!”

The “Mella” chants started again as the arena sensing they were witnessing things going way off script began to get loud.

Carmella drank in the adulation before continuing to talk.

“I am so fucking tired of hearing about Trish Stratus,” she boomed. “Legend? Sure. Great wrestler? No doubt. Part-time performer that’s periodic appearances make life worse for the regulars? Absolutely. She loves to talk about how she helped set all of us this up and while that might be true, what she loves even more is popping in for an unearned title run and then leaving the rest of us on the back burner.

“And you know what? I’m finally going to do something about it. I’m finally going to let Trish and all the other legends know that if they come back one more time that I’ll give them and the crowd a show they’ll never forget.

“Oh and I’m sure the network and the sensors are worried. They should be. And that’s not my problem. Though from what I understand, it’s not Stephanie McMahon’s problem either.”

At the sound of this the Jumbotron showed footage of Stephanie’s office where the general manager appeared to be talking on the phone.

“I’m aware of the situation and we’ll get it controlled. Don’t stop anything until I give the word. Thanks. Bye.”
Stephanie reached over and pressed to end the speaker call as the camera panned out to show the Billion Dollar Princess wasn’t alone.

“Nice work. Since you complied this won’t go as badly as I had hoped,” an unrevealed voice said.
A hand then reached out and slammed Steph’s head down on the desk. The force of the blow completely dazed Stephanie, kicking her backwards Then a bottle of water was dumped out over the general manager, spilling all over her head and down onto her white blouse, which quickly revealed a lacy floral bra underneath, straining against the damp fabric.

The foot kicked Stephanie’s office chair out from under her as the unknown assailant picked her up, pinning her against the desk, before starting to undue the general manager’s pants, expertly working them off.
For the third time in just 10 minutes another woman would be reduced to her underwear, as the camera panned out again, this time showing a more pale ass split by a floral print thong. The assailant moved into view, as an older woman guided Stephanie between her legs and then looked into the camera.
It was Francine of ECW days making a shocking appearance.

“Your father always thought I was too ugly for his wrestling promotion,” Francine said. “But he never doubted my ability to dish out or take punishment.”

With that Francine reached over and grabbed Stephanie’s thong, bunching it up as much as she could, before pulling back hard and giving the Billion Dollar Princess a wedgie on camera.

“Sweet dreams,” she said before tugging with both hands on the thong and delivering a pile driver.

At this point the live audience had completely exploded. Trish had been stripped to a g-string. Nikki Bella had been stripped to a g-string. Both were tied up in the ring. Stephanie McMahon had been stripped by Queen of Extreme Francine and delivered a pile driver, rendering her completely unable to manage the pandemonium.

As the camera switched back to the ring Carmella realized she wasn’t completely alone. At some point Lilian Garcia had snuck into the ring and grabbed the chair. The veteran diva was just able to dive out of the way as the ring announcer missed the chair swing, but unfortunately for Lilian the chair hit the empty top rope and bounced back in her direction, smacking her in the face. The blow caused Lilian to turn around right into a super kick from Carmella.

Picking up the microphone Carmella looked at Lilian in disgust.

“Pathetic. You’re going to pay for that, but first can I get my security team down here?”

At this Nia Jax and Tamina made their way down the walk to the ring, stopping in the front and turning toward the ramp.

“Wasn’t hard to find two others sick of Trish’s shit.”

The two grounded divas had yet to show signs of life after the vicious face plant into the chair earlier.

Carmella took the chair from the ground and sit it in the ring. She then picked up Lilian and dropped the ring announcer over her lap.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Lilian,” Carmella said. “And compared to these other bad girls you’re overdressed.”

The audience went bonkers as Carmella pulled out the box cutter she must have found under the ring and quickly sliced into the dress material.

Lilian’s form hugging dress was relieved of that pressure, quickly split down the seam created by Carmella’s box cutter, leaving Lilian reduced to an equally as tight and sparkly thong.

“A matching thong for our girl Lilian,” Carmella squealed with delight. “But no bra. Tsk tsk. You naughty girl.”

It was nearly impossible for Carmella to be heard by the live audience as the noise of a red hot crowd, lusty for the female form had reached fever pitch.

While still being bent over Carmella’s knee, Lilian began to slowly come to and couldn’t believe the headache she felt and the noise level.

It was at this point she realized not only was she constricted, but she was without her dress
Lilian tried to thrash her way out of Carmella’s clutch, but the diva wasn’t letting go of the ring announcer before delivering some justice.

Carmella dropped the microphone and began wailing away with her right hand, spanking Lilian’s ass. The crowd began to count off by 10s until at least 50 hard spanks had been delivered.

At that point Lilian was in tears and screaming but there was no one coming to her aid.

Carmella shoved the announcer off her knee and she landed with a thud in the ring, the sting of the canvass hitting her blistered ass.

Lilian popped up, but at this time she realized she had now completely exposed her topless state, putting her smallish breasts on display for the first time ever. Camera phones everywhere flashed throughout.
Too stunned to react all Lilian could do was crumple to the ground.

Carmella had picked up the microphone again.

“Tamina if you would be so kind I think our audience needs more interactivity tonight. Why don’t you carry our friend Lilian around the barricade and let the audience get a chance to spank her for trying to get involved in tonight’s proceedings.”

Carmella then picked up Lilian and tossed the diva to the outside where Tamina snagged the ring announcer before she could run away, quickly hoisting her over a shoulder and carrying her to fans, who were pushing to get a chance to slap the bethonged ass off the beloved ring announcer.

“Now before we get to Trish we’ve got one more person to deal with here,” Carmella said.

The audience exploded again, knowing that this meant Nikki Bella was next.

Carmella moved toward Nikki, who had started stirring. Without a word she cut the center of the Bella Twin’s top, then another incision above the shoulders.

In mere seconds Nikki Bella’s breasts went from snuggly covered to completely on display, as her tanned orbs fell out of the ruined top.

More phone flashes. Now a “Holy shit” chant interchanging with “Mella” was ringing through the arena.

Those closest to the ring could hear the occasional sound of a hand slapping skin, as audience members were letting Lilian have it.

Nikki had finally come to and was thrashing to try to get out of her predicament, but then she felt something that made her blood go cold.

Carmella had grabbed the front of Nikki’s tiny thong. The last piece of modesty the diva had been afforded in this nightmare.

Nikki screamed no as Carmella ripped it with force from the brunette’s body. The tanned Twin was now completely exposed, her tiny little landing strip of hair on display and her pussy lips visible as she kicked her legs in defiance.

“I’d be careful with those kicks, Nikki,” Carmella warned as Nikki’s face went white realizing the more her legs moved the more she exposed herself.

The twin must have been lost in thought as Carmella took the chair and smashed her in the face with it a second time.

With Nikki lifeless again, Carmella unhooked the divas arms and caught her as she fell forward. She carried Nikki over to the turnbuckle, positioning her against the center of it, before lifting each leg and slipping it on the inside of the ropes. Then she did the same with her arms.

The entire time Carmella blocked the camera’s view. She spun around with a smile after completing her work.

“I give you ‘b*tch on display’ as she side stepped, giving the camera a complete shot of the turnbuckle for the first time and likely causing any WWE network employee that hadn’t yet suffered a heart attack a new chance for cardiac arrest.

In this position everything about Nikki Bella was exposed from her large breasts to her now stretched completely open pussy. None the wiser, Nikki was fast asleep, head slumped against her left shoulder, no signs of struggle.

Carmella wasn’t taking time to admire her work as she had noticed Trish Stratus was awake and stirring. Taking the microphone Carmella walked over to the Hall of Fame legend.

“Don’t worry. It’ll be worse for you.”

Another thunderous ovation hit as Trish began to start begging.

Ignoring the words of her opponent, Carmella got the box cutter out and made quick work of the center of Trish’s top. She then did the sides, but then turned to the television side crowd with a big smile, holding up three fingers, then two, then one and she pulled the mangled top away, exposing Trish’s breasts for the first time ever.

There were no words to describe the crowd noise that erupted as Trish struggled to try to get free which only caused her large breasts to wobble.

Carmella had bailed out of the ring and was walking over to where Tamina was holding a completely defeated Lilian in place, while she felt swat after swat on her blistering backside.

After Carmella whispered something in Tamina’s ear the diva pulled Lilian away from the crowd - which had elicited boos - then cheers when the bigger diva propped the announcer up on the announce table just feet away from the commentators.

With no real notice Carmella again ripped a thong down a body as this time Lilian became the second person completely exposed that evening, her hairier pussy on display.

Tamina then yanked Lilian off the table and rolled her into the ring, following suit and propping the ring announcer face first against a turnbuckle diagonally opposite of Nikki Bella.

As Tamina was busy with Lillian, Carmella turned to the barricade near the announce table and reached her hand over, where it was taken by a woman wearing a silver dress that wrapped over one shoulder and left another bare. She expertly stepped off the barricade onto the table then down to the floor at ringside.

“Since Lilian will be unable to continue her duties this evening I wanted to make sure there was a ring announcer available that could handle the important task of announcing my championship retention,” Carmella said. “So please welcome back to the WWE for the first time in nearly a decade former NXT announcer and contestant Jamie Keyes!”

The blonde woman smiled and waved to the crowd.

“Carmella when you called and told me to be ready I had my doubts, but this is just a fantastic opportunity,” Jamie said. “You see I was told at the time that I was being let go because Lilian was threatened by me and I had heard that Vince thought I was too muscular.”

With that the former NXT ring announcer proceeded to flex and show off her impressive physique.

“Oh and to complete the circle one of my coaches, if you could even call her that, was Nikki Bella,” Jamie continued. “It’s a shame that we lost touch, because you know, she didn’t even call when I was let go.”

The two divas then climbed the stairs and entered the ring, getting a chance to admire Tamina’s work with Lilian while Trish continued to cry and scream.

The bigger diva then pushed Lilian’s shoulder under the first turnbuckle while sliding her legs underneath the lowest rope, effectively pinning her in an L position.

Tamina took Lilian’s sparkly thong out of Carmella’s hands, climbed out of the ring and then tied Lilian’s hands together around the ring post.

While Tamina took care of the hands, Carmella grabbed Lilian’s foot on each side and stretched her until her angle was ludicrous, with her ass in the air, legs akimbo, her entirely back of her box and her ass were now completely visible.

Jamie sauntered over to Lilian and proceeded to give the diva another round of 10 spanks as the crowd counted off.

Trish’s screams, which entirely drowned out by the crowd, grew as Carmella’s attention turned back to the diva on the ropes and not the two naked ones positioned in the corner.

“Now Trish I’m going to give you a choice here. You’re going to get naked. No doubt about that, but the question is would you rather have your face buried in Nikki’s inviting muff or Lilian’s asshole?”

Carmella stepped away as Trish continued frantically screaming.

“Speak up Trish. If you don’t give me an answer I’ll assume it’s both.”

At this the crowd blew up again with noise drowning out everything.

Carmella got back on the microphone and gave another smile.

“Never heard an answer. I guess it’s both.”

Trish’s makeup is everywhere, as the older diva is outwardly sobbing, as she knows what is next for her. She attempts to kick at Carmella, which results in Tamina coming over and holding her legs.

Carmella waves the camera man over and tells him to get close as she reaches down and cuts one side of the g-string with the box cutter. Then the other. The garment stays in the center position briefly before the weight topples down exposing that like Nikki, Trish has a little landing strip, as the days of being freshly shaven are behind her.

Tamina lets go of one foot to reach up and yanks away the remainder of the g-string putting the hall of famer fully on display.

Carmella is staring at Trish’s nipples, which have hardened to the fresh air upon her continued exposure.

“You know I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about this before,” Carmella said before dropping the microphone and using her hands to maul Trish’s large orbs. The State Island diva roamed her hands and fingers all over Trish’s exposed nipples, pulling, pinching, twisting, tweaking.

The effect on Trish was obvious, as the attention to her boobs caused her to stop yelling and instead begin meekly attempting to get loose again.

Carmella picked up the microphone and studied Trish’s flush face.

“Tamina…I think…I think she liked it.”

The crowd explodes again.

Trish is shaking her head but is also trying desperately to keep her legs pressed together.

“I think we’re going to need more evidence,” Carmella said.

Without warning Tamina, still at ringside, reached her hand between Trish’s legs, as her angle from the ringside allowed unprotected access.

Trish’s eyes bulged as Tamina’s hand, no longer visible on camera, had clearly found something. The Hall of Famer really began to squirm.

Carmella brought the microphone up to Trish’s mouth so the audience could better hear her protests, but also something else.

“…stop..ugh…please…oh…oh no…stop.”

The moans from Trish elicted another mass cheer from the crowd.

Tamina’s hand pulled back from where it was and the diva took each of Trish’s feat in one hand and pulled out, spreading the diva’s otherwise tightly closed legs.

Carmella waved the cameraman into a tight shot of Trish’s now glistening sex as chant’s of “holy shit” “HLA” and “Mella” alternated throughout the arena.

Carmella pulled Trish out from the ropes as the weak kneed, naked except for her boots diva tried to stand. There in the middle of the ring was Trish Stratus, in her mid 40s, completely on display, from her rock hard nipples, to a clearly wet and protruding pussy, left only in her boots. The diva who had worked hard to be taken serious as a competitor and not just a pretty face had been reduced to a complete piece of ass.

(To be continued)