1. Beautiful Brutality Ch. 04


    Date: 8/8/2024, Categories: Celebrities & Fan Fiction, Author: bycodymb15 

    ... NXT Champion to her core. A simple answer and thus, Rhea had all of the confirmation she needed. Big Mami was gonna keep pounding her ass; the least she could do was tell Raquel what she wanted to hear.

"Mmmm-okay, okay. So...it was a few days after WrestleMania..."

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March 31st, 2020

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"Oh, just take it off already, bitch!" Charlotte Flair insisted, a smug smile adorning The Queen of Wrestling's face as she sat in the comfiest, coziest chair in her estate; her makeshift throne of sorts. Flair's long, toned, elegant frame was covered only by a fancy, black robe with gold insignia, notably, the exact same robe she'd worn to the ring just a few days earlier. A symbol of her class and excellence, only amplified by the gorgeous new championship belt now adorning her otherwise naked body.

"Bettah watch who ya fucken talkin' to, mate," Rhea snapped, a threat that would've managed to resonate with Charlotte a lot more if she hadn't just beaten The Nightmare for the NXT title on the Grandest Stage of Them All.

"I'm sorry, did I ask for backtalk? Or did I ask you to strip so I can gawk at your fat tits and ass in the very pretty and expensive lingerie I bought?" Charlotte questioned, crossing her long, muscular legs. "Hurry up, bitch. I've been waiting forever."

Rhea groaned, "Yeah, yeah. Ya lucky I'm even doin' this at all," tugging at the bottom of her t-shirt and beginning to pull it up.

"No, you're lucky I'm not making you do this in front of the ...
    ... entire locker room. Gah, young bottoms! What's Hunter teaching you bitches down there, these days, a course on how to piss off your superiors? There's just no respect!"

"Respect isn't given, it's earned. Ya got the bettah of me the othah night, congratulations. But it'll nevah happen again, mark my words," Rhea promised, her face disappearing as her shirt was pulled up over her head and off, revealing her gorgeous chest covered in the exact bra that Charlotte had been anticipating.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before," Charlotte dismissed. "Lemme guess: 'You're not a bottom', 'you'll get me back', oh, and my favorite, 'let's just get this over with.' Tell me, did I nail it, Rhea?"

"Whatevah," Rhea groaned, turning her attention towards her sweatpants; obviously, Charlotte had.

"Wait, wait," Charlotte interrupted, grinning. "Turn around first before you take those off. I wanna see that booty."

Rhea sighed maybe the biggest sigh of her life, at least at the time, as she insisted, "Just keep counten those chickens, Charlie," but ultimately did as instructed and turned around, taking each side of her waistband into her grasp.

"Oh I will," The Queen confidently assured. "I've got so many, Rhea. That is, if those 'chickens' you're speaking of are pathetic little bitches like you who'll bend over at the drop of a hat to worship The Queen of Wrestling."

"Who're ya calling a pathetic little bitch?" Rhea snapped, stopping the slow removal of her sweatpants dead in ...
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