Years of hard work and dedication. Six-plus hour long sessions in the gym, sculpting her physique for success. All the wins, as well as her reign as NXT Women’s Champion didn’t mean jack shit for Rhea Ripley when WarGames 2020 finally came. Try as she might, but The Nightmare couldn’t bring her team consisting of herself, Io Shirai, Shotzi Blackheart, and Ember Moon to victory. Yet another humiliating loss.

This one was special, though. Unlike her previous losses, first to Charlotte Flair at WrestleMania and then to Io in a three-way at In Your House, the whole locker was aware of the dealings of this match. It was WarGames, and in keeping the tradition that they’d made last year alive, every woman’s ass was on the line, 4-on-4, winner’s take all.

Raquel González, her “boss” Dakota Kai, Toni Storm, and Candice LeRae: the baddies of NXT, who’d spent the last several weeks pining for this moment. The moment the huge structure surrounding the two rings began to rise, signaling the end of their war. Shortly after, the girls were escorted out of the ring. The winners went first, smiling wickedly as the losers were helped up.

The entire team was dejected, most of all though was Rhea Ripley. This was supposed to be her chance to turn the tides, to get back on top. Now, it was her biggest defeat. And sure, maybe the others were bigger individual losses, but this one stung way, way worse. For now, the whole roster was going to witness what she’d been denying all this time.

All four members of Raquel’s team had long since disappeared into the void together, leaving Rhea’s team to begrudgingly do the same, albeit separately. Io was first, which made a lot of sense considering her history with bottoming. Shotzi, not very high up on the totem pole either, followed suit. Ember was more hesitant than the others; her multiple successes in NXT had helped to convince her that she was more than just the chocolate anal fucktoy dommes like Rhea and Raquel had confirmed her to be. But, she too headed towards her demise, leaving just The Nightmare, wallowing in the ring, forced to cope with her world crumbling around her, all alone.

Eventually though, Rhea made her way to the back, a broken shell of the Goth Goddess that fans had come to know and love. The unshakeable confidence, the smug look, the strength that flowed through her hench body as the vocalist responsible for her entrance track screamed “THIS IS MY BRUTALITAAAYYY!!”, it was all gone. All that remained was sorrow, and the overwhelming dread that anyone of her stature would suffer through given the circumstances. Needless to say, the future looked a little bleak.

Rhea was, quite literally, walking to her doom. As she trudged through the back, passing familiar faces ranging from audio and video nerds to lower-tier jobber girls and visiting main roster superstars, she thought how they would view her after. After her mystique fades tonight.

Survive or thrive, it didn’t matter. Rhea was confident in her abilities with all of her chips down, with the deck stacked. She had all of the faith in the world in herself, but it meant very little to those around her. For now, they wouldn’t see her as unstoppable, un-toppable. They’d only see her as the piece of fuckmeat that Raquel and her team of rejects would use her as.

Much to her own chagrin, Rhea, with everything else already plaguing her consciousness, couldn’t stop the memories from her last bottoming experience from joining in on the crowded party inside of her twisted head. That terrible experience not so long ago that sad, didn’t feel so terrible in the moment. Actually, Raquel had made her feel pretty fucking amazing, which Rhea hated herself for. She was big and strong, the “Dommy Mommy” one might say; she’s not supposed to enjoy any part of bottoming out. But her former best friend made it a possibility.

Ripley couldn’t shake those horrendous thoughts, which followed her all the way to the women’s locker room. The rest of her team were nowhere to be seen; odds were, the whole room was waiting for her to arrive. Rhea wanted to run, she so desperately wished to go back in time and slap herself silly as a way to stop herself from taking such a stupid bet, an obvious trap. But, hindsight is 20/20 as they say, and nothing Rhea was capable of could pull her out of this situation.

If she was lucky, she’d get away with Raquel hogging her ass and forcing her teammates to enjoy Io, Ember, and Shotzi. Unfortunately, Rhea knew she’d have to be incredibly lucky for that to happen, and the odds were that she’d have no choice but to suffer through infinite torment from not just Raquel, but Candice, Toni and Dakota as well, all while the rest of the girls looked on in amusement.

Inevitability can only be delayed for so long; Rhea swallowed hard, before slowly turning the locker room door’s handle, the latch popping open, a blast of cold air seeping through the rapidly growing crack. Just as expected, once Rhea slipped through the door, all eyes were on her; this was supposed to be her “big moment”, after all.

Well, most eyes anyway, all but three pairs to be specific. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to the entrance except for her “precious” teammates, all of which were already knee-deep in getting their asses eaten out by Raquel’s team, and all of which were obviously loving the anal attention.

Actually, Io, and Shotzi wouldn’t even deny it. Despite pretending to be switches, their countless times stuck in their current position told the story of their actual standings within the business. The Joshi Judas, the current NXT Women’s Champion, was proudly spreading her fat, Japanese ass for The Captain of Team Kick, Dakota Kai. Shotzi, far less synonymous with winning than the former World of Stardom Champion Io Shirai, was currently enjoying Candice LeRae’s wet little tongue sliding in and out of her back passage, lubing up the walls for the inevitable hour-plus long annihilation that awaited it. And both were moaning like worthless bottoms all the while.

Ember Moon, while still obviously in love with the rimjob Toni Storm was giving her, at least had the decency to cover her mouth and suppress the moans. Otherwise, Rhea’s babyface team of “world-beaters” was looking awfully pathetic. And the worst part was, a completely free Raquel González meant that Rhea Ripley was fast-tracked to join them.

Strutting over to the woman who helped break her into the company, Raquel goaded,”Glad you could join us, Rhea. We got an early start, hope that’s okay? My girls just couldn’t wait to get going.”

Gritting her teeth, Rhea assured, “Fine by me, mate. Actually, ya might as well take all the time ya want. Take all night, I don’t mind.”

“Ah…no! But nice try. And, it’s not like we’re taking turns here, anyway. We won you guys as a team, and we’re going to use you as a team. As you can see, we’ve already started that process. We just needed you to complete the perfect scenario.”

“So what? On my knees, is that it? Get ready to root?” Rhea snarled, asking a question she was fairly certain she already had the answer for. But time would prove her to be sorely mistaken.

Shaking her head, Raquel informed, “We’ll get to that, don’t you worry your fat, pale ass. But, my girls and I, we found it a bit…disrespectful to throw you in with the other bottom-feeding trash. You, my fair Nightmare, are a prized piece and should be treated as such.”

“Piss off!” Rhea snapped, failing to intimidate her fellow henchwoman.

“No thanks,” Raquel firmly denied before continuing her monologue. “So, as I was saying, since you’re so special, not just because of your standing but our history too, we figured that we’ll do something a little different for you. A special person deserves special treatment, right?”

Rhea frowned. “You’re a real bitch, ya know that?” She asked, testing the patience of the woman who, very shortly, would be the first person to fuck her asshole twice.

“You flatter me, Rhea!” Raquel giggled. “But anyways, I figured it’s only fair to let my girls get some shine before I steal the show. You know, by fucking your-“

“We get it!” Rhea interrupted. “You’re gonna bugger my arse, whatever! Beatin’ around the bush isn’t helpin’ anyone.”

Raquel shrugged. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that? Dakota and everyone else have waited a long time to see the great Rhea Ripley turn into a cock-crazed fiend. Ain’t that right, Kota?”

The Ass-kicking Kiwi quickly pulled her face from Io’s juicy Japanese booty to answer, “Good as gold we have! Io and the others are born bottoms, but Rhea’s a prize!” Then, Cap’n Kota got back to work, returning her tongue to the warm, shallow insides of Shirai’s scrumptious bum.

Toni popped up from between Ember’s big chocolate cheeks next, adding in, “Ya, c’mon, Rhea, love. Play along a bit.”

Candice came in last, far more “American” than the two that spoke previously in the sense that she was far cockier than she had any right to be. “Yeah, leave it to Rhea Ripley, the big bad boss of NXT to try and rush her big moment. Even though it already happened like…how many times now? God, Io really did get to fuck your ass, didn’t she? Yuck!” The Poison Pixie, feigned a stink face before returning to Shotzi’s fat Filipina ass, lathering and massaging those insides for the cocks that planned on barreling through soon after.

Last to add in was Raquel, the harbinger of Rhea’s demise. “You’re the showcase, babe. Everybody’s gonna get to see the Rhea that I saw on that special night not so long ago. And I’ll say, it’s my honor to be the one responsible for bringing her out!” With that, Raquel snapped her fingers, forcing Toni Storm into action.

The Thunder From Down Under managed to pry her face from Ember’s moon long enough to vanish deep into one of the lockers, reappearing moments later with a few long, black ropes that immediately widened Rhea’s eyes. She knew where this was going and, unsurprisingly, wasn’t happy with it.

The ropes were tossed to Raquel, allowing Toni to get back to the task at hand, that being the big black booty she’d been awarded for her efforts inside NXT’s most dangerous structure. Raquel swung the ropes around, almost taunting The Nightmare with an incoming form of brutality that Rhea knew all too well. And with that, Rhea finally broke.

All throughout her journey to the locker room, she’d debated running away and taking the consequences that would come with that decision. Hell, they weren’t much worse than her reality anyway. The wondered of being tied up, though? Suffering through one of the most humiliating subjections in all of sub/domme play? That finally put her over the edge.

Rhea darted towards the door, making a b-line for the exit and disregarding her belongings entirely. But Raquel was too quick, and was able to catch up with Ripley enough to grab hold of her and muscle her to the ground. Rhea struggled and squirmed but it was no use. Though she was quite powerful, almost more so than everyone else in WWE, she was powerless compared to Big Mami Cool.

Sneaking in from behind Ember’s big round butt, Toni cheekily asked, “Where ya goin’, love? Somewhere to be? Hahaha!” Once she’d finished her taunts, Toni returned to her toy, allowing the hard kickin’ Kiwi the stage.

“Good one, Toni! Rhea’s a real sook, isn’t she? It’s just one cock…or…four cocks, mate! If ya find ya self lovin’ it, then so be it right?”

Candice, unlike her teammates, was too focused on Shotzi’s beautifully plump booty to opinion.

“Let me go, dammit!” Rhea squirmed as Raquel held her down, shaking her head in response.

Raquel placed another hand on Rhea’s chest, sadly more than enough to keep The Dommy Mommy in place, as she skillfully tied Rhea’s legs together with the first rope. Another was used to tie Rhea’s hands together and, once all of her limbs were constricted, Raquel used a third and wrapped it around The Nightmare’s broad torso. Even though her attempts were hopeless, Rhea still tried to squeeze her way out the vices. But they wouldn’t budge, despite her best efforts.

Now completely at the mercy of anyone in NXT’s locker room but, specifically Raquel González, Rhea could do nothing but struggle in a vain, hopeless manner as she waited for the “fun” to start. She didn’t wait long however; mere moments later, Raquel, in another impressive feat of strength, dead lifted Rhea’s body off of the floor like a sack of potatoes and tossing her over her shoulder. The audience of aspiring WrestleMania main eventers watched on in shock, aghast from La Chingona’s feat of strength.

Raquel carried Rhea over to the bench closest to the action, taking a seat and pulling the woman she used to call her friend into her lap, Rhea and her body now at the mercy of the Texas-born Superstar. Even worse was how she was pulled, Raquel grabbing the ropes instead of Rhea herself, said ropes digging deep into Rhea’s pale skin as a result. Ripley fought through the pain but, ultimately, couldn’t stomach the utter humiliation, the cheeks on her gorgeous face just as red as the marks left from the stinging hog-tying.

Rhea tried to bury her face, but Raquel quickly took hold of The Nightmare’s fetchin’ mug, turning it until Ripley was staring directly at her teammates. The team she’d assembled, hoping to cash-in on Io and Ember’s winning methods and Shotzi’s…well, Shotzi was kinda what was leftover from the draft pool. But all together, three out of four NXT Women’s champions, including the current champ, wasn’t so bad.

Now, all Rhea saw was a bunch of failures. The reasons behind why she had no choice but to suffer through Raquel González slowly running her free hand along her muscular, sweaty back, exposed as at all times by the BDSM-esque ring gear that Rhea tended to wear. Why she couldn’t reach up and slap the dumb cunt in the face for eventually lowering that hand and using it to take a firm, solid handful of Rhea’s plump butt, as she instructions, “I want you to watch them, Rhea. Watch your future unfold before your very eyes through the team that YOU assembled. Watch and remember the good times, because after I’m done with you, your idea of what good times are is gonna change a little bit.” It was maddening.

So maddening that Rhea blurted out, “Fuck you,” which garnered the first of what promised to be many smacks to her plump rump in response. And to her own detriment, the slap was enough to shut her up, at least for the time being, long enough for Raquel to respond annoyingly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Rhea. Big Mami’s gonna teach you all about fucking, just hold your horses, m’kay?”

Something that bothered Rhea was that despite her immediate silence, Raquel still smacked her butt again anyway, causing the typically fierce and ferocious former champion to yelp pathetically like a wounded dog, the entire audience breaking out into uncontrollable laughter as a result. Again, Rhea would’ve loved nothing more than to run the gauntlet with each and every one of those jealous posers. Break them in half for laughing at her! A right walloping for the whole lot of them!

At the mercy of Raquel and those pesky ropes though, Rhea couldn’t move even if her life depended on it. Which was why she was forced to sit there and stomach another spank to her jiggly butt as Big Mami Cool directed her field of vision back to her disappointing teammates. Rhea grunted through the pain; she was quite tough, but the force behind Raquel’s strikes was incredible.

Rhea found solace in the fact that, at least for now, Raquel had shown enough decency to leave The Nightmare clothed, suppressing both the sound of the impact as well as the strength, even if only minisculely. What was still disheartening, however, were the blatant sounds of unabashed pleasure her teammates, if they could even be called that anymore, were making.

Io, Shotzi, and now even Ember, were openly loving the attention their assholes were receiving from the trio of bad gals. Candice, Toni, and Dakota were more than eligible for ass eating, and one could argue that if they hadn’t won earlier, there’s a good chance they’d discover themselves in the same positions as the fat pieces of ass they were worshiping.

Cap’n Kota’s cute Kiwi keister was probably the most exclusive of the three, thanks in no small part to her bodyguard, Raquel González, and while rarely a day went by where Big Mami Cool didn’t wreck that bubbly booty, it wasn’t often that others got to join in on their fun, which usually occurred behind closed doors.

Candice was a prominent switch in the locker room, quick to lay down for any of the legit tops like Raquel, Rhea, or her “daughter” Indi Hartwell, and even the lower tier ones like Dakota from time to time, but frequently found herself topping anyone below her. All in all, her resume was relatively decent, and had been on the up and up since becoming The Poison Pixie and embracing her relationship with her shoot-husband on-screen. Most importantly though, it had helped keep her cute little butt free and clear of cocks, at least for the most part.

The same couldn’t be said for Toni Storm though. The simple fact that she was even topping anyone, let alone Ember Moon, a former main roster girl and NXT Women’s Champion was astounding, considering everybody has had a turn with her ridiculously fat ass. Toni had tried being a top and, in the very small pond of NXT UK, she was moderately successful. The well of success had dried up since coming to NXT Proper, however, with Toni learning the hard way just how butt-hungry the girls out west really are.

Everyone, from the tippy tops to worthless bottoms like Io Shirai have railed Toni’s gigantic butt and, seriously, who could blame them for their desires? I mean, look at that thing! Toni’s ass was made to be passed around and enjoyed; it was just natural for something so round and juicy. The same thing happened to Bayley in her time, eventually turning her into a well-used fuckhole.

In fact, Toni was so far down the pecking order, one would probably start to wonder why she was even picked for this team but, therein lies the difference between most bottoms and Toni Storm. For all of her faults outside of the ring, Toni was a genius inside of it. Much like the reigning champ and prominent locker room bottom Io Shirai, nobody could take anything away from Toni’s wrestling skills. When she bottomed, it was usually because she wanted to, not because she had to. And that was proven by her team’s winning methods. That, and her history with Rhea Ripley.

During their time in NXT UK together, Rhea and Toni were almost mutually exclusive. Ripley was the one who taught the Thunder From Down Under everything she knew about bottoming, with some of her greatest memories of having a big cock buried in her depths coming from those nights together, chief among those the night Toni beat Rhea for the NXT UK title. That night, they celebrated with a several-hours long session that Storm wasn’t able to recover from for weeks on end!

All in all, Kota, Toni, and Candice weren’t among the best in the bed that NXT had ever seen. They weren’t elite tops, but they didn’t have to be with the bottoms they were in charge of. Every lick drove them wild, and while Io and Shotzi were hopeless in their efforts to contain the pleasure from consuming them, Ember had done her best to fight it off. But now, even she couldn’t help herself!

The hands that once covered her mouth had traveled south, and were now responsible for pulling those gigantic ass cheeks aside, giving Toni easy access to her back door. Toni Storm, the woman who not so long ago, Ember had upstaged the very night she arrived in stateside NXT. The woman she’d stolen the spotlight from, now had her drooling and droopy, as moans poured out of Ember’s mouth just as frequently as Toni’s talented little tongue slipped inside and out of her ass, lathering all of Ember’s well-worked anal muscles with sloppy saliva, needlessly preparing for a night’s long, bonafide slobber-knocker.