Her title

September 30th, 2019 - Phoenix Arizona - Monday Night Raw

“I can’t just give you my title!” Carmella objects. “I’ve already been through too much tonight over it.”

“You won’t be givin’ Nikki anythin’,” Nikki is quick to assure her. “I’ll be takin’ it.”

Nikki takes a step towards her.

“Wait, no! Stop! Stop!” Carmella protests. “I can’t fight you like this!” Nikki stops in her tracks and stares at Carmella when she realizes that the blonde champion might actually be considering the other option. “How do I know you’ll live up to your word? I could give you my towel and you’d just attack me when I’m naked. I’d be even worse off than I am now!”

“Nikki’s not gonna break the rules of ‘er own game!” Nikki insists. She lets out a mad laugh and holds up her hand for a three-fingered salute. “Scout’s honor!”

“You’re not a scout,” Carmella immediately shuts her down.

“Scot’s honor,” the Psychotic Scot quickly amends.

“I can’t believe I’m even considering doing this…” Carmella grumbles as she fiddles with the knot securing her towel.

Nikki covers her mouth with her hands. Her eyes alight with amusement. “Oooh! You’re a naughty one!”

“Shut up! Don’t rub it in!” Carmella exclaims. “I just need to hold onto my title long enough to put some clothes on and then I can get the hell out of here and put this whole nightmare behind me.”

The cameraman moves around Carmella so that he’s now filming her from a frontal angle which the 24/7 Champion looks none too pleased about as she adjusts how she’s holding her title belt in front of her.

“Okay, okay, here goes nothing,” Carmella says mostly to herself as she takes a deep calming breath and then reaches under the title she’s clutching to her chest and undoes the knot in her towel. The untied towel drops downward and Carmella quickly grabs it with one hand and tosses it to Nikki.

Nikki catches the towel in midair and quickly swings it around her neck so that it’s hanging there before she lets out another mad laugh and wildly applauds Carmella’s bold decision.

Meanwhile, Carmella stands there nervously without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body and with her precious championship as her only form of cover. One green leather strap is going over her bare shoulder and thanks to her slim frame the gold plate on the title is wide enough to hide the majority of her small breasts as well as both her nipples. There’s still a great deal of tanned side-boob peeking out from around the golden plate as Carmella hugs it to her small, slim chest. And, of course, the belt’s other green strap is hanging down and is just long enough to conceal the juncture between her long legs.

The cameraman who it turns out is a bit of a pervert - or at the very least is being directed by a much bigger one who just so happens to have the initials VKM - circles around so he can film Carmella from behind again. Carmella’s efforts for concealment are focused on her front so aside from her shoulders which are covered by her long blonde hair and the hanging green strap of her title- her back half is completely bare. And while her tan line free back and legs are a treat to see, the real prize is one again Carmella’s perky round fabulASS. Unlike back in the shower area of the locker room, this time Carmella’s fabulous booty is right side up for the audience’s viewing pleasure.

“Get another good look?” Carmella growls at the pervy cameraman as he comes back around. “Thanks to Sarah, everyone already saw my ass earlier. But at least I’ve still got my title which is just the right size to hide my good stuff.”

“You’re a crafty one!” Nikki praises her. “And it looks like you won our game!” Nikki picks up her Women’s Tag Team Title and hangs it around her neck along with her towel. “And now I’ll leave you t’ your hidin’ without layin’ a hand on ya. Scot’s honor. Nikki’s a woman of 'er word.”

But suddenly a new voice pipes up. Everyone freezes and turns to stare at the door as the other half of the Women’s Tag Team Champions, Alexa Bliss, walks into the room while staring at her phone.

“Hey Nikki, are you still here?” Alexa asks without looking up. She has showered and changed back into her street clothes following her loss to Sasha Banks and is now wearing a short black leather jacket and has her Tag Team Title on her shoulder. “Come on, the show’s nearly over. It’s almost time to…” Alexa trails off when she finally looks up and sees the situation that she just walked in on. “...go…”

If there’s one thing Alexa Bliss is great at… it’s capitalizing on a golden opportunity. That’s how she became a five-time women’s champion. But the most important part of that was always being able to recognize a golden opportunity when there was one in front of her.

Alexa takes a second to process the scene. Her tag team partner and the 24/7 Champion are standing in the middle of an out of the way room. The 24/7 Champion is stark naked with only her title as cover. And there’s a referee conveniently present.

Nikki slips her hands behind her back while Carmella whirls around to face Alexa. She lowers one of her hands to ensure that the lower strap of her green leather belt keeps covering that very private area between her legs. But Carmella’s split second hesitation in attempting to keep herself covered leaves her wide open as Bliss charges across the room and smashes Carmella in the face with her Tag Team TItle.

Carmella crashes to the floor. Alexa hastily drops down next to her and yanks the championship off of the taller blonde as she hooks her leg and pins her.

Mike Chioda comes over and makes the count. “ONE… TWO… THREE!”

Alexa picks up her Tag Title and the 24/7 Championship and jumps back up to her feet. The Goddess doesn’t care in the slightest that she just stole Carmella’s only cover.

ALEXA BLISS IS THE NEW 24/7 CHAMPION!!

“Looks like this night turned around for us, huh Nikki?” the newly crowned double-champion boasts as she puts one of her titles over each of her shoulders.

Carmella is left lying out cold on the floor. The camera zooms in on her chest. Her arms are spread wide exposing her small A-Cup tits and her dark pink nipples are standing erect due to her running around the air-conditioned Arizona arena in only a towel. The camera pans down her body, down her toned, flat tummy and takes a moment to admire her abs. Carmella’s legs are still splayed out from when Alexa pinned her. Unlike Sarah Logan, Carmella’s pussy is shaved bare so there’s nothing hiding her pouty pussy lips from view. The only hair on her now not-so-privates is a thin strip of her natural brown hair.

“...” Nikki is bent down staring at Carmella with her hands still behind her back.

“Oh yeah, why’s she naked anyway?” Alexa finally deems to inquire about the former 24/7 Champion’s state of dress.

“Carmella played a game with Nikki,” Cross answers, “She gave me her towel so I wouldn’t attack her.” Nikki finally pulls her hands out from behind her back and waves them over Carmella. “I told you that Nikki wouldn’t lay a hand on ya. And I haven’t. Nikki’s still a woman of her word.”

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Alexa resolves. “If we move quickly we can get out of the arena before anyone learns about the title switch.” Alexa pauses and looks thoughtfully at her partner. “Actually… here… you hold it.” Alexa takes the 24/7 Championship off her shoulder and held it out to her partner. “You helped get her in that position so we can share it. And it’s a brilliant bit of strategy because if someone sees you holding the title… they won’t think to pin me.”

Nikki takes Carmella’s white towel off her neck and wrings it her hands while she shakes her head. “No,” she refuses. “I told ‘er that I wouldn’t take ‘er title if she gave me ‘er towel. Nikki’s not gonna break ‘er own rules.” Crazy as she is, Nikki Cross appears to have a bizarre code of honor.

“Fine, your loss,” the much less moral Bliss replies, “But remember that I offered to share the gold with you the next time someone lies and says that I’m just using you. Come on, let’s go.”

Bliss walks out with both titles on her shoulders. Cross hesitates for a moment then follows her. Referee Mike Chioda goes to follow as well but then his own morals kick in and he turns to the **** and naked Carmella.

“SOMEONE HELP! MEDIC!” Chioda calls out as he begins to remove his referee shirt. “It’s over. Shut that camera off.”

The camera takes one last shot of Carmella lying ****, defeated, and completely naked on the floor. She’d fought like hell to regain her 24/7 Championship after Logan jumped her in the locker room. But in the end, the Women’s Tag Team Champions had taken everything from her. She lost her title, her towel, and what was left of her dignity.