They Her To

Zaria bends down and hoists Rhea up to her knees, the normally dominant woman looking stunningly pathetic and weak, just clad in her black bra and thong while Sol stood tall over her. However, Rhea was still glaring angrily up at her, she detested this rookie brat.

“Do your worst, I’m never calling you that you little—“ Rhea starts to threaten before Sol slaps her across the face as hard as she can, making Rhea grunt while Sol giggles.

“Shut it, loser. Your new Mami is in charge now!” Sol exclaims, sounding so full of herself as she slaps Rhea again. “Now, do you wanna do things the easy way…or do you want us to humiliate you until you call me Mami?” Sol questions, a big smile on her face only for Rhea to spit up at her, still showing defiance. “Well, don’t say I didn’t warn ya!”

Rhea’s eyes widen as Sol then crouches down and grabs the straps of her bra, slowly teasing pulling them down. Rhea struggles and writhes, but Zaria’s grip was too strong to escape from in this position as Sol took her time trying to remove it. “C’mon loser, you know how to stop this and save what little modesty you have left!” Sol calls out, the fans reluctantly cheering at the idea of seeing Rhea’s bare tits.

“Okay, Okay, STOP!” Rhea screams, Sol pausing with one of the straps fully pulled down. “You win…you win…Mami.” Rhea basically spits the word out while Sol cackles, spreading her arms to pose.

“That’s right I do! Because I’m a winner who’s gonna win this whole tournament! And you’re a pathetic loser!” Sol declares, sounding so full of herself, the fans booing loudly. “And, y’know, I wanted to give a preview of what I would do next round, but since Rhea interrupted, I can always give another preview.” Sol seems to think for a couple seconds before breaking into a big grin.

“It’s time for you to kiss Mami’s ass, loser!” She shouts, cackling as she spins around and bends over slightly, pulling the back of her own singlet down to expose her own yellow thong and her fit, wobbly cheeks. “May as well get used to this since I’ll be making whatever main roster idiot I face next round do this too,” Sol says, winking at the camera and giggling.

“Now then…make her kiss it Zar!” She calls, Zaria happy to do this for her partner, forcing Rhea slowly forward as she squirms, looking horrified.

“No! NO! Stop it, I called you Mami, stop it!” Rhea cries, before her face gets shoved against one of Sol’s fit cheeks. It was clear the bratty, smug rookie was loving every second of this, and with Zaria by her side, she may be the favorite to win this whole tournament!

“Now then, let’s get out of here. I think all these idiots have seen enough of my perfect body,” Sol says, rolling her eyes as Zaria drops Rhea down to the mat. Then, jumping into her partner’s arms, the two leave, the fans booing them while Rhea clutches at her bra, never having felt more humiliated than right now.