Carmella plays a game

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

Carmella grabs Nikki Cross and drags her off of the broken table and over to the couch where the naked and cowering Alexa Bliss is huddled in the couch corner hugging her knees to her chest in a **** attempt to keep herself covered. The three-time 24/7 Champion throws the barely conscious Tag Team Champion over the back of the couch on the opposite end from her partner. This leaves Nikki ‘kneeling’ backward on the couch and with her upper body hanging down behind it.

Cross still has no idea where she is and Carmella takes full advantage by yanking up the bottom of her tight black dress and pulling it up her back until it’s tangled around her head, shoulders, and arms and effectively restrains her. This means that Nikki’s thick pale thighs, her big white ass, and the simple black panties that are stretched across it are in plain view of the fans looking on through the box window and are perfectly centered in the corner camera’s shot. If you didn’t know any better maybe you’d think it was planned that way.

Carmella smirks at Alexa then grabs the waistband of Nikki’s black panties and slowly peels them down to reveal the fleshy round cheeks of Nikki’s big, pale ass. She quickly manages to yank them off Nikki’s knees which leaves Cross bottomless. She teasingly holds Nikki’s panties out to Alexa and dangles them from her fingers. But when Bliss reaches out to claim her barely conscious partner’s panties, Carmella yanks them away.

“Some friend you are,” Carmella scolds Alexa. “Your partner’s **** and you try to take her undies for yourself. And that's after you stole the 24/7 Championship from her too.”

“She’s only bottomless,” Bliss defends her self-centeredness. “I’m the one that’s naked! And it’s her fault you even got in here!”

“Well, if that’s your attitude then neither of you should get the panties,” Carmella resolves. She wads up Nikki’s black panties then turns and throws them into the window. The ball of black fabric hits the window and falls to the ground near Alexa’s discarded clothes. “Now, let’s wake up pizza face, shall we?

Carmella draws her hand back and delivers a hard smack to Nikki’s naked ass.

“YAAAH!” Nikki lets out a yelp of pain while her ass jiggles from the blow. The stiff spank is just the jolt she needs to finally regain her bearings. Of course, the first thing she notices is that she’s trapped in her own bunched up dress and begins thrashing wildly on the couch which causes her bare ass to shake and jiggle in a variety of interesting ways.

“Welcome back, Nikki,” Carmella greets the newly conscious Cross. “I hope you liked the pizza. I stuck around to play with you a little. Since you decided on the game last time, I think it’s only fair that I get to pick now. The first rule of my game is that you have to play bottomless. I figured you wouldn’t mind since you seemed to take great pleasure in stripping me naked while I was stuck wearing only a towel. Fair is fair, right?”

“What’s the game?” Nikki stops struggling and her muffled voice seeps through her bunched up and tangled dress.

“Wow, she is a trooper,” Carmella remarks and looks genuinely impressed. “My game is a simple test of how well your tag team partner knows you. Here’s how it works: I’ll ask Alexa a question about you… if she gets it right then that’s it — you win. I’ll take my newly reclaimed 24/7 Championship and leave. Then you two can get to work on putting this horribly humiliating experience behind you. But if Alexa’s wrong… then you get punished with a bare bottom spanking. And you’ll keep getting punished until she finally gets the answer right. Y’see, Nikki, that’s why the first rule of my game is that you have to be bottomless. Alexa will be the one in the hot seat but YOUR ASS is the one on the line. Oh, and rule two is obviously that you can’t give her the answer. Cuz that would be cheating and cheating gets you both an extra penalty. And the third and final rule is for Alexa, if you take too long to answer or refuse to answer then Nikki gets spanked anyway. No pressure though.”

“I’m not worried, Bliss,” Nikki calls out. “I’ve got faith! I KNOW that ye can save my arse! You can win!”

Carmella and Alexa share a look of surprise at Nikki’s trust in her partner. The clothed blonde shakes her head at the naked blonde. “And you were going to take her panties. Shame on you.”

Alexa glares at Carmella. “Just ask your stupid question so we can get this over with!”

“Fine then, game on,” Carmella announces. “We all know that Nikki loves to play. While I was stalking your social media accounts all week, I saw that on Saturday, Xavier Woods uploaded an episode of Superstar Savepoint where he and Nikki played Power Rangers together. And as you know from your time on UpUpDownDown, Miss Bliss, everyone chooses a special nickname at the start of the episode. So my question is this: what is Nikki’s full UpUpDownDown nickname?”

“That’s not fair! I haven’t seen the video yet!” Alexa complains.

“It’s been up for a week,” Carmella points out. “What possible reason could you have for not watching your tag team partner’s video?”

“I was trying to keep her off the internet…” Alexa answers. “I was… protecting her from fan backlash.” She still doesn’t want Nikki to know that she stole the 24/7 Championship while she was sleeping.

“Sounds like that backfired,” Carmella remarks. “This is about to get really painful for her.” She pulls her hand back and smacks Nikki on the ass.

“AAAH!” Nikki yelps from the strike. “Come on, Bliss! I told ye the name I picked!”

“You were talking my ear off about it all week,” Alexa recalls, “I must’ve tuned you out…”

“Rule three! No stalling!” Carmella calls out before she delivers another slap to Nikki’s ass.

“AYYEE!” Nikki whines. Her pale ass cheeks have already started to take on a pink tint.

“Wait, wait, stop!” Alexa exclaims, “I know this… She said something about alliteration…” Her face is scrunched up in concentration as she strains to remember a conversation that she was only half-listening to. “It was Naughty Nikki... something... Naughty Nikki Nnnick… Nickles... Nig-NO!”

“Time’s up!” Carmella interrupts and slaps Nikki’s ass again.

“ARRGG!” Nikki grunts in pain.

“NICKERS!” Alexa shouts. “NAUGHTY NIKKI NICKERS!”

“That’s right,” Carmella chirps… before she pulls her hand back and spanks Nikki again.

“AAAAHH!” Nikki wails. The pink tink on her ass is getting darker.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID I WAS RIGHT!” Alexa objects.

“That’s only the first part of her nickname,” Carmella says, “My question was: what is Nikki’s FULL UpUpDownDown nickname?”

“Why would you have a super long nickname?” Alexa berates her partner.

“I thought it’d be funny…” Nikki confesses.

“And are you laughing now!?” Bliss demands… right before Carmella delivers another smack.

“AAAAH!” Cross whines, “Nooo… it bloody hurts!”

“Better come up with something,” Carmella warns her, “Your partner’s counting on you.”

Alexa stops hugging her knees and uses her hands to massage her head as she strains to remember her partner’s long-winded nickname. “Something about a planet… Protector… Conqueror… DESTROYER! That’s it! Destroyers of Venus!”

Carmella’s response is to deliver another smack. “Wrong.”

“OOWWW!” Nikki cries out in pain. “URANUS! IT WAS URANUS! NOW SAVE MY ANUS!”

“Ah-ah!” Carmella scolds her. “Naughty, naughty, Nikki Nickers… you just broke rule two. Now you get two for cheating.” She raises her hand up over her head and brings it straight down two times in rapid succession. First on the right cheek then on the left.

“AAAUUGGHH!” At this point, Nikki is screaming. Her formerly pale ass is bright red from the spanking.

“STOP ALREADY!” Alexa yells. “It’s Naughty Nikki Nickers Destroyer of Uranus!”

Carmella nods. Then spanks Nikki again.

“OOOWWW! WHHYYYYY!?” Nikki shrieks.

“That’s still not all,” Carmella says.

“THERE’S MORE!?” Alexa explodes.

“You left off the bit at the end in parentheses,” Carmella informs her.

Alexa glares at Carmella but then a devious gleam appears in the Goddess’ scheming eyes. “Nikki, quick! Tell me the rest!”

“Nooo… I don’t wanna break rule two again…” Nikki whimpers.

“You’ll get at least another two as a penalty for cheating,” Bliss admits, “But that’s still a lot less than if I’m stuck guessing the whole stupid thing!”

“And other planets!” Nikki blurts out. “Destroyer of Uranus and other planets!”

“That’s another two for cheating,” Carmella says as she raises her arm brings it back down for another two-shot combo.

“AAAUUUUGGGHHHHHH!” Nikki screams. “BLIIIISS! SAVE MMYYY AARRRRSSEE!

“It’s Naughty Nikki Nickers Destroyer of Uranus (And Other Planets)!” Alexa hastily calls out.

“That’s right, you win!” Carmella announces. “It took you long enough.” She steps back and points at Nikki’s bright red, and near blistered, bum. “Now come over here and apologize to her partner and her sore ass.”

“Why should I apologize!?” Alexa objects. “You’re the one who spanked her!”

“And you could’ve saved her from it if you’d known her nickname,” Carmella replies. She looks over at the door, “Truth! What’s my gaming nickname when we played Wheel of Fortune with Drake Maverick before SummerSlam?”

“Snuka!” R-Truth promptly replies. He’s still back by the door with the referee and is letting Carmella handle her business. “But wait… didn’t we play that with Hornswoggle?”

“See?” Carmella says as she turns back to Bliss. “R-Truth remembers my gamer name. And that’s saying something since he can barely remember other wrestlers’ actual names. Now get over here and apologize for not knowing your partner.”

Alexa glares at Carmella but then she glances over at her partner’s red bottom and a twinge of sympathy crosses the Goddess’ face. She still takes care to keep herself covered as she slides across the couch toward Nikki. Bliss gives Carmella one last glare before she reaches out and lightly places her hand on Nikki’s bright red ass cheek. Nikki flinches and lets out a quiet whine even from the light contact in that very sensitive and sore area.

“Nikki… I’m sorry I couldn’t remember your stupidly long nickname,” the Goddess ‘apologizes’ with a touch of bitter annoyance but then her tone softens, “And I’m sorry you got spanked because of it.”

“Aw, it turns out the Goddess really can be humble when you put her in a compromising enough position,” Carmella remarks, “You know, since her nickname is so long and since Alexa’s so eager to share titles… maybe you could split it between you?”

“What do you mean?” Alexa asks.

“She can be Naughty Nikki NO-Knickers,” Carmella says as she motions to Nikki bare and spanked ass. “And you can be the Destroyer of HER-anus!”

Before Alexa can even try to protest, Carmella grabs her by the back of the head and shoves her face-first into Nikki’s ass.

Alexa’s muffled shrieks of protest fill the little room as Carmella rubs her face up and down on her partner’s bare ass. Meanwhile, Nikki wails in pain at the rough contact with her rear end.

“Rule two was that you would BOTH suffer a penalty for cheating!” Carmella calls out as she continues to **** one Women’s Tag Team Champion’s face into the ass of the other. “Nikki’s punishment was the two extra smacks! Yours is getting an up close look at the damage your selfish ignorance caused!”

Carmella finally lets go and the struggling Alexa pulls herself backward so hard that she falls right off the couch. The Goddess doesn’t even bother trying to get up and instead curls up into a ball on the floor and begins to cough and retch after having her pretty face shoved somewhere that she definitely didn’t want it. Carmella grabs Cross around the waist and lifts up so she’s no longer hanging off the back of the couch. Nikki’s head, arms, and shoulders are still tangled in her bunched up black dress. She flails blindly and when Carmella releases get this causes her to fall backward off the couch.

“YAAH!” a loud yelp rings out as Nikki crashes down on her naked and prone partner.

Carmella turns and picks up the 24/7 Championship that is still lying on the broken table that Nikki smashed through. She raises it over her head and faces the camera in the corner with the thoroughly humiliated Women’s Tag Team Champions lying in a mostly naked heap on the floor behind her.

“How’s that for laying the smackdown?” Carmella taunts. A loud cheer can be heard coming from the fans on the other side of the tempered glass window. She lowers the championship and cradles it to her chest with almost maternal tenderness. “Now I only have one bit of unfinished business left: SARAH LOGAN! I heard you were looking for me. I swear I’m not ducking you. As you can see, I had a delivery to make and a title to get back. But if you wanna fight me so bad then I’ll tell you what… two nights from now is Hell in a Cell. And since only three matches have been announced so far, there should be plenty of room for one more. If management agrees to suspend the 24/7 Rule for a little bit, I’ll meet you out in the ring and we can settle things face-to-face. But you and everyone else had better be warned… this 24/7 Championship is my baby... if you come at me and try to take her from me… you’d better do everything you can to keep me down because when I get back up again there’s nothing I won’t do, no length I won’t stoop to in order to get my baby back!”

Carmella walks away from the camera and leaves Bliss and Cross lying on the floor in front of the couch. She joined R-Truth by the door.

“Nice goin’, mama bear,” R-Truth praises her.

“Thanks, Truth,” Carmella replies as she gives the title she’s cradling a fond pat. “The show’s nearly over. Let’s get outta here.”

R-Truth pulls the door open and they’re both pleased to see that there isn’t an angry crowd of superstars waiting outside. Perhaps everyone was too shocked by how Carmella handled the Women’s Tag Team Champions and her fierce new dedication to ‘her baby’ to immediately pursue the 24/7 Championship. They both run out of the VIP Box and quickly disappear.

Referee Ryan Tran is left standing by the open door. I’ll… uh… give you two some privacy...” He slips out of the box and shuts the door behind him. The embarrassed and mostly naked Women’s Tag Team Champions are left alone. But the box certainly isn’t private as there is still a sea of fans outside that can see through the box’s window. Bliss and Cross are like goldfish in a bowl.

The cameras go back to Michael Cole and Corey Graves at the commentary table.

Cole speaks first, “I’ve just received word that Sarah Logan has already accepted Carmella’s challenge for a match at Sunday’s Hell in a Cell pay-per-view. Management has agreed to suspend the 24/7 Title Rule for the entirety of the match because Carmella’s 24/7 Championship WILL BE on the line!”

Corey shakes his head and it looks like he finally has something to say about Carmella. “I like this new aggressive side of Sarah Logan but I’m actually worried about her going into the match on Sunday. Carmella has become absolutely nuts about that 24/7 Championship. It’s all she talked about this week. And I pity anyone who tries to take it from her. I always knew that spending all this time running around with R-Truth would mess with her head. I pity anyone who’s foolish enough to try and take that title from her.”

The two-man commentary team hypes the other three matches that have been announced for Sunday’s show which consist of the Hell in a Cell match between Seth Rollins vs ‘the Fiend’ Bray Wyatt, the tag team grudge match pitting Roman Reigns and Daniel Bryan against Erick Rowan and Luke Harper, and the second Hell in a Cell Match which will see Becky Lynch defend her Raw Women’s Championship against Sasha Banks. They also speculate that Charlotte might have earned a title shot against Bayley after beating the Smackdown Women’s Champions in the night’s opening contest.

The only match left for the night is Kofi Kingston versus Brock Lesnar for the WWE Championship. Some fans miss the incredibly short squash match entirely because that’s when the naked Alexa Bliss crawls to the window to retrieve her clothes under the belief that the audience would be distracted by the title match. Also, her partner had asked her why she couldn’t remember Carmella pinning her so she crawled away to avoid answering.

But the Goddess’s mortified shriek at seeing a crowd of fans leering intently at her through the window proved that the fans are much more interested in catching a glimpse of a naked woman than they are in watching a Brock Lesnar match.