U.S. (Title) History

Ever since Nick Aldis announced the creation of the women's United States championship, the Smackdown women's division agreed on a very special secret rule attached to the championship. With every title win and/or title change, the winner not only gets the prestige and respect of being a champion, but they also get one night to dominate the person they beat for the championship in any way they want. Even women in the brand and in the division agreed to this rule. Refusing to submit after you've lost the championship would lead to being isolated and running out of the company. Because of the high stakes and chance to dominate and humiliate a rival, the U.S. title became one of the most sought-after titles in the company. And with every title change the legacy of the women's U.S. title grows, and so do the stories of domination and humiliation.

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Chelsea Green is feeling on top of the world. Not only had she managed to get some **** on that wannabe hoodrat Michin for humiliating her in that dumpster match during their feud, but she also won her first singles title on the main roster. That moment was amazing. The crowd loved her, and her smile seemed to sparkle even more in the reflection of the championship. Correction in the reflection of her championship. And now she waited in her hotel room for the arrival of her prize. Next to Chelsea, her best friend Piper was preparing a video camera to document Chelsea claiming her prize. Meanwhile, Chelsea sat back in her chair and admired her reflection in the championship.

Meanwhile in the hotel elevator, Michin was in a much more sour mood. She thought for sure she had Chelsea beaten and defeated. But leave it to that ditzy idiot Chelsea to manage to turn the table at the last moment. And now, thanks to the special rule, Michin has to submit to Chelsea in whatever way she is demanded to all night. Michin would like nothing more than to refuse, but doing so would mean throwing away her reputation and career in the WWE. So with a lot of resentment, Michin knocked on the door.

She was greeted by Piper, who opened the door with a smirk. “About time you showed up. Chelsea was starting to think you chickened out. Too bad. We were going to have fun destroying your career. But I guess watching you finally submit to your superior will be great too,” the larger woman said with wicked glee as she held the door open for her.

“Kiss my ass, Piper. Just because Chelsea got one lucky win doesn't make her better than me. And just because I have to submit to her tonight doesn't mean she's my superior.” Michin said as she stomped into the room.

A voice further in the room interrupts Michin's rant. “Actually, loser, that's exactly what that means. And if anyone here will be kissing ass tonight, it'll be you. Now be a good little loser and take a seat here.” Chelsea pointed to the floor in front of her.

Michin hesitated for just a moment before she was pushed forward by Piper. She shot the woman a **** glare but continued forward until she was kneeling in front of Chelsea.

Chelsea took a minute to admire the pouting women. She was dressed in a pair of old jeans and a plain black tee shirt. It's obvious she's showered and dressed since their match a few hours ago. Chelsea, meanwhile, was still wearing her wrestling attire, including her wrestling boots.

“Very good, Michin. I like you so much better like this. You look like a puppy at her master's feet.” Chelsea unzipped her boots and took off her shoes and socks before sticking them in your face. “Now be a good puppy and rub my feet. They're sore from kicking your worthless ass all night,” she said with a cackle.

Michin grimaced as she wrapped her hands around Chelsea's foot. “Damn, Chelsea, couldn’t you wash your feet before making me do this?” Michin complained.

“And take away the fun of watching you miserably massaging my foot like the pathetic loser you are. Yeah, no. This is obviously the better option.” Chelsea said as she motioned Piper to start filming the interaction.

“Dirty bitch,” Michin said in a moment of anger.

Chelsea was growing tired of Michin's rebellious attitude when she's supposed to be submitting to her. So she decided it was time to show Michin how low on the totem pole she really is. “You're right, Michin, I really should wash my feet. Luckily I have just the thing to make my feet sparkle.” Chelsea grabbed Michin's face and smiled a cruel smile. “Stick your tongue out. Since you're complaining so much about my feet, you should be happy to be the one who cleans them.” The horrified look on Michin's face filled Chelsea with joy.

Before Michin could apologize for complaining or even just try to talk her out of the idea, Chelsea pressed her foot against her face. Out of the corner of Michin's eye she could see Piper filming the interaction. Michin couldn't decide what was worse, the humiliation she was about to go through or the fact it was going to be filmed and shown to the entire Smackdown women's division. But she couldn't keep her mind on those thoughts and could feel Chelsea's foot impatiently tapping against her face. With a defeated sigh, Michin began running her tongue all over the bottom of Chelsea's foot. As much as she hates to admit it, this isn't the first time in Michin's career she has had to worship another woman's foot. Back in the indies, she would spend hours worshipping the feet of various companies' top stars. The top female stars of the companies loved to haze and humiliate up-and-comers, and it didn't take long for them to realize what a natural foot-worshipping slut she was. It took her a long time to go from the locker room footrest to a legitimate competitor. But even after all that, she's back to where she started. Licking the feet of some bitch who's looking down at her.

While Michin was hating her blast from the past, Chelsea was just having a blast. Giving Piper and the camera a triumphant smile. "Don't forget the toes, Mitchie. I want to feel that tongue on every inch. A champion deserves to be spoiled.” Chelsea said as she cackled with delight.

Michin bit back any insult she wanted to launch at the Canadian and instead focused on the task in front of her. She let her tongue wrap around Chelsea's pinkie toe. Making sure that every inch felt her tongue. Next she moved to licking and cleaning between the toes. From her past of being various locker room's foot cleaner, Doms hated it when their subs neglected between the toes. She also mentally kicked herself for referring to Chelsea Green of all people as a Dom. Even in her own head. She kept repeating her pattern with her trademark intense focus. She was so focused she didn't even bother to look up when she felt Chelsea moving and adjusting above her. Finally Michin reached Chelsea's big toe. With more practice than Michin cares to admit, she immediately wrapped her mouth around Chelsea's toe. Sucking on it as she lets her tongue swirl around it. As much as Michin hated the humiliation she was suffering, she couldn't help but feel pride as she heard Chelsea moan in enjoyment. She went to begin worshipping her next foot but was stopped by Piper grabbing her hair and pulling her back.

“Geez, Chels, guess those rumors we heard were true. This “tough” bitch is really just a slut for feet.” Piper said without loosening her grip on Michin's hair.

Piper's grip on Michin's hair **** Michin to focus on Chelsea, specifically making her focus on what's strapped around her waist. Around Chelsea's waist was a 7-inch rainbow-colored strap-on.

“Well, let's see if Mitchie is as good at sucking cock as she is at sucking toys.” Chelsea says as she playfully smacks the plastic cock against Michin's face, much to Piper's delight.

Piper pushed Michin's face closer to Chelsea's cock until her lips were pressed against it. Michin hesitated for a moment, sending Chelsea a cold glare. Though even Michin knows that any fire her glare had must have been diminished by the fact she was just moments away from hungrily shoving the mean girl's cock down her throat.

Michin doesn't bother putting on a show for her audience, instead opting to immediately start bobbing up and down on Chelsea's cock.

“Haha. Piper, make sure you get a good shot of Mitchie worshipping my cock. I want the whole locker room to see how far beneath me this trash is.” Chelsea ordered with glee.

Piper gave Chelsea a thumbs up as she repositioned herself for a better shot. Meanwhile, Michin continued serving her rival's cock. Her drool dripped down the colorful cock as she gagged herself repeatedly. As much as she hated it, she could feel her pussy moisten with lust and humiliation.

For a while the only sounds in the hotel room were the sounds of Michin sucking/**** on Chelsea's cock mixed with her tormentors’ giggles. But that changed when the sound of a phone ringing suddenly rang out. Chelsea pulled out her phone and bit her lip as she stared at the caller ID, clearly debating whether or not to answer.

After a few moments, Chelsea answered. With only her side of the conversation being heard in the room. “Hey babe. Aww, that's so sweet of you to call and congratulate me. You're the cutest, Matt.” Chelsea said affectionately to her husband on the phone.

As Chelsea continued her personal call, Michin stopped sucking her strap-on. Eventually she began pulling her mouth off the rainbow dick. Just as she was almost off the cock completely, she felt Chelsea's hand grab the back of her head to keep her from pulling away. Michin looked up to the newly crowned champion in shock. Chelsea met her surprise with a wink and **** Michin back down the cock.

Unlike last time, Michin didn't get to control the pace of the blowjob. This time Chelsea used her grip on Michin's head to **** her to deep-throat every inch of the toy. All while continuing her casual conversation with her husband. But eventually Michin's erotic sounds were loud and constant enough for Matt to notice.

“Huh. What do you mean? “Oh, what's that noise?” Chelsea looked down at Michin and giggled. “Okay, honey, you caught me. I decided to celebrate my historic championship victory with some alone time in my hotel with some really sexy porn. Oh yeah, it's a hot one. Some ghetto-looking Korean slut **** on sucking cock. Mmm. Yeah, babe, of course I'm touching. But I have to let you go. I'm just about to get to the good part of the video. The part where the pathetic slut takes it in her ass.” Chelsea purred in delight as she ended the call with her husband.

As she hung up, Michin let her words sink in.

Chelsea pulled out of her mouth and pushed Michin away with her foot. “Get on your knees, trashy. Since you love tweaking your ass in the ring so much, I'm sure taking every inch of my cock should be no problem.” She said as she stroked her cock.

Michin fell onto all fours, with her ass facing Chelsea. Slowly she peeled her shorts and panties off her firm bubble butt. “I know I have to submit to anything you want, but can you at least not be a total bitch and give me some lube?” Michin said defiantly.

Chelsea grinned at the camera, “Of course. I'm not a total jerk.” Chelsea reached down and spread Michin's cheeks and spit directly onto Michin's asshole. “There. More than you deserve. You're welcome.” She said as she lined the cock with Michin's hole.

“Wait, Don—” Michin's pleas were cut off by Chelsea thrusting into the tight hole.

Chelsea didn't even bother to give Michin a chance to get used to the sensation of being stretched out. Instead of immediately thrusting in a steady rhythm. Even though Michin was taking about a quarter of the length of the dildo, she moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“That's it. Take my cock like the trashy slut you are.” Taunted Chelsea. “Piper, make sure you film her face. I want the perfect shot for what comes next.

Before Michin could wrap her head around what that could mean, Chelsea pushed the entire length of her cock into her ass. Michin's moan of pain/pleasure only increased as it stretched her out. Her eyes crossed and her tongue fell out of her mouth, a sight that Piper happily filmed.

“Chels, you were totally right. She's a total anal slut.” Piper said,

“I knew it. Why else would she always be dressing like a slut and shaking her ass for all those disgusting fans?” Chelsea responded, and she started thrusting again.

Michin wanted to tell them they were wrong. She wanted to throw back a biting comment to the two catty women who were humiliating her. But the only thing coming out of her mouth are **** and pathetic moans.

“Do you get it now? It doesn't matter if you beat me a few times. It doesn't matter that you embarrassed me by throwing me in that disgusting dumpster. Because I'm the champion. I'm the first U.S. women's champion. And you are what I always said you were. A total fucking loser. So say it. Tell me what you are.” Chelsea demanded as she slammed harder into Michin with each thrust.

“Fuck. I'm… I'm a loser. A slutty loser whose only use is as an anal slut for winners like you.” Michin cried out pathetically. Any fight left in the woman was overwhelmed by the pleasure shooting through her body. She didn't care that she was being dominated by someone she saw as below her. It didn't matter that she was being filmed. It didn't matter that the whole locker room would probably see her disgraceful moans and cries. All that mattered was she was being fucked and she was going to cum.

With one last lust-filled cry, Michin came. Chelsea pulls out of Michin with a satisfying pop. Enjoying the view of Michin's gaping asshole.

“Ready to take your victory picture, Chelsea? Then we can send it to all the girls in the company so they know how dominant of a champion you are.” Piper asked while holding up the camera.

“Hmm, not yet. It's missing something, but I know exactly what it is.” Chelsea says with a smile as she uncaps her lipstick.

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The next day a group chat called “Champion's Prize” was created, and every active female superstar on the WWE roster was added to it. There were only two posts in the chat after it was created.

First was a picture of Chelsea sitting on the crumpled body of Michin. Michin was positioned so that her ass was raised and pointed towards the camera. Chelsea was shooting the camera a dazzling smile while she spread Michin's cheeks open, revealing her gaping asshole. On Michin's thighs the words “Cock Dumpster” were written in red lipstick.

Underneath was just one simple line.

“Long may she reign.”