Special delivery

October 4th, 2019 - Los Angeles California - Friday Night Smackdown

The first edition of Smackdown on FOX continued with Roman Reigns beating Erick Rowan in a Lumberjack Match. Reigns got the win with a spear following extra interference from Luke Harper and Daniel Bryan who were Rowan and Reigns’ respective partners for their big tag team grudge match at Hell in a Cell.

While the lumberjacks are still being cleared out, the camera go up to the VIP Box where the Women’s Tag Team Champions are still watching the show.

Alexa Bliss is still seated on the couch with all the poise that a self-proclaimed Goddess can muster. But that doesn’t extend to her expression which is one of **** annoyance.

The most likely source of Alexa’s annoyance is her tag team partner who is pacing back and forth behind the couch looking every bit like a caged animal.

“Bliss, I’m starvin’!” Nikki Cross complains. “There’s nothin’ t’ eat in this bloody cage of yours! We’ve been locked in for over an hour!”

“Well, I’m sorry,” Alexa bites out a highly sarcastic apology. “When I reserved the box I thought it was more important to ensure that it was private and secure. Stocking it with a full concession stand wasn’t very high up on my list of concerns.”

Suddenly there’s a knock on the door and a man’s voice calls out, “PAPA JOHN’S!”

Nikki’s eyes go wide in delight. “Bliss! You really are a Goddess! You ordered a pizza for Nikki!”

“No, no, I didn’t,” Bliss says as a look of wary concern spreads across her face. “Do NOT open that door!” She raises her voice and shouts to the pizza delivery man. “We didn’t order pizza! And we’re not paying for it!”

“It’s already paid for!” the pizza man calls through the door. “I was told to bring it here.”

Nikki’s eyes somehow go even wider. “Bliss! It’s FREE pizza!”

Cross rushes for the door but Bliss spins around on the couch. “NIKKI! DON’T OPEN THE DOOR!” Nikki stops with her hand inches from the door and lets out a dog-like high pitched whine. “It’s obviously a trap! Who would send us a free pizza?”

“Maybe it’s a gift from the new network execs?” Nikki suggests. “OH! Maybe it’s from Shaq! I remember seein’ ‘im in a Papa John’s commercial on the telly!”

Alexa is stunned by her partner’s leap in logic. “Wait why would SHAQ send US a free pizza?”

“Cuz you’re the Goddess and it's our first night on a new network!” Nikki replies. “It’s okay, Bliss, I told ye I’m starvin’! I don’t mind the carbs and trans fats at this point!”

Bliss is again stunned by her crazy partner’s logic and doesn’t speak up in time to stop her from pulling the door open.

“NIKKI! NOOOO!” Alexa screams as the door swings open to reveal R-Truth wearing a red collared Papa John’s shirt and a matching red baseball cap.

Any sane and rational person would be able to recognize the familiar man. But Nikki is neither of those things. Plus, she’s starving so her focus is entirely on the pizza box that the ‘delivery man’ is holding.

Nikki eagerly grabs the cardboard pizza box. “Come t’ Nikki!”

“NIKKI! YOU IDIOT! THAT’S R-TRUTH!” Alexa shouts to her partner as she scrambles to her feet.

“No, I’m not,” R-Truth says as he points to the nametag on his Papa John’s uniform, “My name is ‘Reggie’. It says so on my nametag.”

“Thanks, Reggie!” Nikki calls back. She opens the box and grins at the large cheese pizza inside.

“It’s not from me,” ‘Reggie’ tells her. “It’s from her.”

“Huh... who?” Nikki asks as she looks up from the open pizza box.

Suddenly Carmella comes charging in passed R-Truth. She’s dressed in street clothes which consist of sneakers, black pants, a hooded Money sweatshirt, and one of her signature Mella caps. She slaps the bottom of the pizza box that Nikki is still holding open in front of her which causes the pizza to fly up and pie Cross in the face.

“YAAHH!” Nikki howls out in pain and alarm as she receives a face full of hot cheese and tomato sauce. The box and the pizza drop to the floor while Nikki staggers backward and tries to wipe the pizza out of her eyes.

Carmella lashes out and superkicks the blinded woman right in the face. Cross reels backward and goes careening over the couch and shatters the glass table in front of it as she smashes through it.

Rather than look concerned after seeing Cross take a tumble through a table, Bliss instead opts to berate her fallen partner. “There. You got your precious pizza! Are you happy now!? This is why I specifically and repeatedly told you not to open the door!”

“Damn, that’s cold,” R-Truth remarks. “But the pizza was pipin’ hot!”

“Get in here!” Carmella shouts through the still open door. Referee Ryan Tran comes running into the box and R-Truth the Papa John’s delivery man closes the door to lock them all inside.

As soon as the door closes, Carmella glares a hole through Bliss. “You’ve got something of mine. And I want it back.”

NOW Alexa Bliss looks concerned and worried as she finds herself trapped in her private VIP Box with an **** partner, a clearly vengeful Carmella, her partner-in-crime R-Truth barring the only way out, and a referee who looks ready and willing to count the fall that will take the 24/7 Championship away from her.

Alexa’s first attempt to escape this sticky situation is to immediately throw her partner under the bus. “Wait! I’m not the champion! She is! I let her pin me the other night! Nikki’s the champion now!”

“Bitch please!” Carmella waves off Alexa’s lie with an appropriate wave of her hand. “I’ve been stalking your social media all week so I’d know where and when to find you. If you actually did that then you would’ve posted the video online.”

Alexa’s second attempt to escape the sticky situation is to fake like she’s going to run at Carmella but instead tries to step over the prone body of her partner and abandon her there as she attempts to flee the room.

But Carmella is having none of it. She races forward and does a huge diving leap over the couch and Cross and tackles Bliss to the ground. The room is filled with screaming as the two blondes start scrapping. Carmella is fueled by **** and comes out on top after landing a stiff slap that causes Alexa’s head to snap to one side.

Carmella gets back up and drags Bliss to her feet by her hair then twists and chucks the smaller blonde into the window. Unlike the table that Nikkki just smashed through, the front window of the VIP Box is made of tempered glass so a loud THUNK reverberates through the little room as Alexa collides with the hard glass and practically bounces off before crumbling back down to the ground.

Alexa looks like she’s been knocked loopy as she rolls over onto her elbows and knees and cradles her aching head.

Carmella quickly capitalizes on Alexa’s grogginess and grabs hold of the thin shoulder straps of her gray dress and roughly rips them off her shoulders and then yanks the dress down to her waist which reveals that Alexa wasn’t wearing a bra under the deep cut, cleavage-bearing dress.

“AAAIIIIYYYEEE!” Alexa shrieks in shock as she suddenly finds herself stripped topless. She hugs her arms over her chest and tries desperately to keep herself covered as Carmella drags her over to the window and slams her face and chest first against it.

The unfortunate angle of the camera, which is still mounted in the corner of the box, means that only Alexa’s bare side and back are visible on the far left side of the shot as Carmella pulls Alexa’s arms down to her waist while she presses the topless blonde into the box’s big tempered glass window.

However, the fans out in the arena who have a view of the box are going absolutely ballistic as they’re treated to a clear view of Alexa’s size 34B breasts and her pretty light brown nipples as they’re squashed against the glass. Her boobs actually look a size bigger on her small frame and that’s emphasized further when they’re smushed against the glass.

“NOOOOO!” Alexa wails as she’s overwhelmed by her exposure and the humiliating situation. She doesn’t even notice Carmella grabbing onto her dress again until she yanks it down passed her waist. The dress drops down and pools around Alexa’s ankles which leaves her in only a black thong. But even that limited coverage doesn’t last long before Carmella hooks get fingers in the waistband and peels Alexa’s underwear down to her knees. “AAAAAAAAAHHH!”

“Here she is, WWE Universe!” Carmella calls out. “The Goddess in all her glory!”

For Alexa, the situation has gotten ten times worse. EVERYTHING is now on display from her flattened tits, to her navel piercing, to her smoothly shaven pussy. Her eyes and mouth are open in horror as she stares out at the sea of near rabid fans who are ogling her naked body.

The camera in the corner of the box, of course, doesn’t have the view that the live crowd outside the box does. The viewers watching Smackdown from home on FOX instead have to settle for a side view of the naked Goddess.

But the television audience’s view suddenly gets much better as Carmella grabs Bliss around the waist and pulls her away from the window as she rolls her up for a pin. The corner camera now has an unobstructed view of Alexa’s upside down ass. The Goddess’ ass is truly divine. It’s round, tanned, toned, and still perfectly formed from back in her early days as a fitness model.

Alexa is beyond caring at this point. She’s naked and her only ally is lying barely conscious on the broken table she smashed through not two feet away from her. The Goddess doesn’t even bother trying to kick out of Carmella’s pin as the referee she brought along runs over and makes the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE!”

Carmella rolls off of Alexa but keeps her folded over so she can whisk Alexa’s thong the rest of the way down her legs before she pulls it, Alexa’s dress, and even her black heels off her feet. Alexa’s bare legs drop down and she lets out a high-pitched squeak as she rolls onto her side and curls up into a ball on the floor. Carmella has now stripped the Goddess completely naked and, thankfully, her God-like ass is still pointed towards the camera.

“Not so funny when YOU’RE the one that’s naked, now is it!?” Carmella taunts as she stands triumphantly over the former double champion.

CARMELLA IS THE NEW 24/7 CHAMPION!!

“Okay, okay, you win!” Bliss whines from the ground. “Now take your stupid title and go!”

“Oh, honey, I’m not even close to done with you yet,” Carmella replies, “On Monday, your partner played a game with me. I couldn’t in good conscience leave without returning the favor. So you, me, and Nikki are all gonna play a game together. You can either go sit on the couch willingly and try to keep yourself covered OR I can drag you over there and give the WWE Universe another glimpse of a naked Goddess.”

“That stupid 24/7 Championship is more trouble than its worth,” Alexa complains as she pushes herself up and does her best to keep herself covered as she crawls over to the couch. She climbs onto it and folds her legs up and hugs them to her chest in an attempt to hide her naked body from the fans looking through the window and the camera filming from the corner.

“Yeah, the 'anywhere at anytime' title can be a real pain in the ass up defend,” Carmella agrees, “I learned that firsthand on Monday. But that night I also discovered that I’ll do anything for that anywhere at anytime title… and that includes using you two to send a message to anyone who wants to try and take it from me.”