The Alpha Bitches felt on top of the world lately. The rivalry with The Sorority stable had gone back and forth for a while, but they were clearly on top this week. The trio of heel wrestlers (Victoria, Colette, and the one simply called The Queen) were rich, popular, and powerful in many ways. Each of them held multiple graduate degrees, which they used to get their way and bring out the most in their cheating ways. Inventions, knowledge of anatomy, manipulations of the law, and plenty of money to invest in (and thereby partly control) the league, let the wrestlers have some especially sadistic fun with their more moral rivals.
In this case, Victoria sat back comfortably in office chair. She was well into her thirties, but kept a gorgeous frame through a very precise diet and workout regiment. She was tall and curvy without looking fat, her light hair kept short to keep her huge breasts well in view. She always wore low-cut outfits to show off the fact that she had the biggest tits in the entire league, which was in no small part due to her lactating breasts. She was browsing the internet at her PC, smiling wistfully as she saw the various pictures and comments about her latest match. The league was so wealthy and had a big enough audience that it held a sort of reality show tone: the wrestlers weren't just observed in the ring, with drones and hidden cameras installed all over the homes provided for the fighting ladies. That meant plenty shots from plenty of angles from her fight with Trish, the pretty blonde face being slammed, choked, crushed and stripped all around the ring despite being a dozen years younger than the cruel veteran. The most recent shots detailed Trish's punishment for losing the match: her head shaved bald in the middle of the ring and dragged off to be forced into the role of Victoria's personal maid. Despite being stuck in her awkwardly heels and skimpy outfit, the lacey headpiece covered the pathetic peach fuzz that topped her head.
"Your mail, mistress." Trish was a major upstart in the wrestling league, and while Victoria had been a heel for over ten years, the fit, young blonde had already won several championship belts in the short time she'd been wrestling. Also unlike Victoria, she worked hard to be a role model for the countless viewers and stood up for the little guy. She took part in multiple charities and worked with orphans, and something about her rubbed Victoria the wrong way.
Trish had crossed paths with Victoria in her earliest months of her career, but only in a match or two and seeing each other around the halls of the arena or the gym. Trish spoke out against heels like her often, prone to challenging bullies and interrupting cheaters. Things really kicked off during an interview with Trish, getting to know the rookie's background. She had been in the middle of a heartfelt admission of growing up in foster care when she was suddenly smashed in the side of the head out of the blue by Victoria. Trish was knocked entirely out of her chair as the heel furiously stomped on the downed blonde, who curled up and cried out in pain from the heartless and random assault. The interview crew backed off to avoid any further damage (and certainly not wanting to stop this kind of action!) as Victoria forced her up to her knees and tearing Trish's clothes with violent claws and pulls.
She'd rendered Trish topless when the blonde bravely fought back with a punch to Victoria's belly, but the older wrestler was only winded a moment before she kicked Trish square in the pussy. That took the fight out of her comeback and let Victoria snake an arm in between her thighs, lifting her up and throwing Trish back down through one of the flimsy tables that made up the set. Trish could only moan and hold her aching back as Victoria grabbed her hair, dragging the hurting blonde along like a heavy trash bag. She finally forced Trish back upright, the dizzy rookie barely realizing they were back by the food service table (the dessert section, in particular). Victoria slapped Trish's limp head back and forth a few times, the blonde barely having the strength to moan with pain before the powerful veteran grabbed her by the throat, tore down her shorts and panties, and chokeslammed her down on top of the table. Its sloppy contents sprayed all over Trish, smearing her with a splashback of whipped cream, chocolate, pie, and more. The repeated impact to her back left Trish sobbing in pain and utterly motionless, which for some reason made the sadistic assailant laugh in delight at the naked rookie's misery and shame.
Victoria gestured to one of the cameramen left over from the interview. "Make sure you get a good angle on this money shot," she purred as she grabbed one of the foam cups mostly-full of vanilla milkshake. Victoria forced Trish to sit up limply, her back against the wall as she shoved the milkshake between her tits before she punched them on either side. It got a short grunt of pain from Trish before the shake was crushed by her jugs, spraying the white mess into her face like Victoria's foretold "money shot."
Victoria roughly shoved a handful of cake into Trish's face and mouth, smearing it on her pretty face with a mad, sadistic grin before she grabbed her hair again, spiking the blonde's head into the table. She landed face-first on the table with a heavy thud, flopping once and then laying utterly still as she was rendered completely unconscious and nude. Victoria still spent most of a half hour grabbing more and more dishes of food, practically burying the hated babyface in the sloppy mess. Their feud was on, and it had started big and hard. It would only get worse as time went on.
The feud reached a relative peak quickly, as both of them were dying to get the other in the ring. With the latest champ retiring earlier that month, the two would be competing for the title of the overall championship of the league. Trish had been making a big impact in the league in such a short time, but in truth the management was just hoping to add some fuel to the fire of this match.
Their clash was one for the ages: Trish out to avenge her damaged pride and Victoria out to enjoy her new favorite victim. Despite the one-sided beating the week or two ago, Trish proved to be a worthy opponent. The two punched, kicked, bent, stomped and slammed each other all across and outside the ring. There were numerous close calls where Trish's fiery spirit or a dirty trick from Victoria were all that kept the match from ending that instant. A last-second kick out from Trish got Victoria arguing with the ref, which let the blonde put her in a surprise armbar. That looked like the end until Victoria angled her fingers to slash Trish across the eyes, turning the tables right back on the blinded blonde.
The fight finally concluded when a badly injured Trish scaled the turnbuckle and surprised the dazed heel with a flying stomp to the chest. Victoria's breasts not only flew out of her top, but the impact topped off all the abuse they had taken through the match. Her giant jugs were left leaking milk across her chest and the mats, coughing and breathless as Trish tossed herself over her. The weak babyface got the three-count all the same, the ref helping her back up and handing her the belt. Trish was crying in a mix of pride and exhaustion, thanking the fans a bit too long when Victoria got back up and grabbed her in a bearhug from behind. Trish still got chills from the threats that Victoria hissed in her ear, but the blonde surprised her with a reverse headbutt to the face that knocked her out cold.
With her assailant taken out once again, Trish took that time to signal her friend backstage. Charlotte still had her cute magical girl gimmick back then, and still something of a jobber in those days. She and Trish had hit it off backstage, so now she skipped out to the ring holding a bit creamy pie in each hand. She passed them off to Trish, but the blonde waved the small-chested girl in her frilly pink wrestling outfit (which clung to her impressive ass) into the ring with her. The two paid Victoria back by splattering their pies over the unconscious heel's breasts and rubbing them in, leaving her with double desserts stuck on her chest.
It certainly didn't make their relationship any smoother. Victoria didn't even wait for Trish to be in a match to ambush her, taking every chance she could to ambush and beat on the younger champ. Trish was even attacked outside her own house when Victoria smashed her head into her own car door and fucked her ass with a rake (at least she'd used the blunt end... the first time).
Charlotte was dragged into things as well, getting her own share of beatings. It only got worse when Victoria joined up with The Queen, a similarly huge-chested and monstrously tall redhead who relied on her devastating strength to overpower her opponents. The heels frequently interfered with each others' matches and prevented the good girls from saving each other from peril. Victoria was always there to slip The Queen a set of brass knuckles, while the powerful redhead would knock foes when they were on the ropes during Victoria's matches.
While the two women loved to double-team their victims, Queen took a strange obsession with Charlotte very early on. She loved to beat and harass her outside the ring, prompting Charlotte to stand up to her bully. The Queen was VERY clear about the importance of the match with her teammate, so Victoria had made sure to drug Trish in her changing room to make sure that Queen and Charlotte had their "privacy" in their match.
The Queen utterly destroyed Charlotte that night until she was never the same again. She crushed the poor jobber in bearhugs, stripped her naked as soon as she could, held her up in the air with one-handed chokes, and persistently refused to pin the weaker girl. She drew the match our for over an hour of one-sided hell that ended in the naked Charlotte being hung over the top rope, her pubic hair torn off by hand, and then forced to cum in front of everyone as The Queen slowly but loudly ate her out.
Trish still saw the good in Charlotte, but after that night, she was a darker person. She gave up the magical girl pretense, cut her hair short, and hit the gym and the bottle hard. Charlotte quickly became something of an antihero around the league, taking on the toughest heels she could just to show how tough she could really be. She at least didn’t forget her bond with Trish, so while the rookie worried about her sometimes, they remained good friends and frequent allies in the ring.
In between their feuds, brawls and matches, Queen and Victoria had properly formed their stable of heels when they found their third member. Colette was a half black, half puerto rican woman who dressed up as a sexy nurse, which people excused as just part of the stripperific tones that the league could take. They didn’t imagine it was a hint at her numerous doctorates in medicine that she used to optimize the pain she inflicted on her opponent's, both mental and physical.
Colette helped her teammates out behind the scenes at first, but made her debut on the night that Queen and Victoria had their shot at the tag team titles. They were up against the veteran champs, Casey and Candy Canuk the Canadian Crusaders. They were a pair of mature but buff women who had been in and out of the tag title for years. The beloved babyfaces fought bravely, but The Alpha Bitches made sure it wasn't a fair fight. Colette interrupted a potential pin on Victoria by yanking Candy off of her and injecting a syringe into her thigh that weakened and exhausted her for the rest of the match. Victoria made sure to demolish her in the ring to practically turn the fight into a two-on-one against Casey. The Alphas ended their fight by crotching both girls into the ringposts and then smashing their legs into the post until they Colette confirmed that they had broken the sobbing Canadians' bones before the booing crowd. They were there to send a message, so simply beating the champs wouldn't do when they could retire the old pros.
The champs finally tagging out, Victoria and Queen claimed their foul-earned belts while Colette gleefully raised their hands before slipping backstage again. "So long as you're not going anywhere," Victoria gloated over their crippled opponents. "I hope you don't mind taking part in a little experiment." The new champions stripped Candy and Casey naked while Colette had a team wheel out a huge glass tank. The crowd was shocked to find it containing a giant squid that was bigger than either of the girls.
"Ladies and gentlemen, The Alpha Bitches are here to bring you a REAL show!" The Queen boomed merrily.
"This is a giant squid. A relatively young one, mind you, that we cloned in one of our private laboratories," Victoria went on. "She's been behaving so well, we thought we'd give her a little treat."
Colette caught each girl as the Canucks were shoved out of the ring, strapping a miniature air mask onto them. "We're going to experiment to see if introducing other, fertile females to the squid's environment will induce premature puberty." The broken girls tried to struggle, but they were helpless with their broken leg against the trio of heartless bitches. Colette forced them up the ladder and hurled the losers into the tank, treating the audience to a viewing of their tentacle rape.
Their minds and bodies broken, the Canucks had no choice but to retire the next day.
It started a fresh reign of terror for Victoria as her stable was often present to raise hell in her name or back her up in what would otherwise be fair fights. Victoria had so many titles at that point that she once defended her title wearing nothing but the belts she held at the time. Of course, Charlotte and Trish stood up to them at every turn. Sometimes they won, sometimes not, but it did nothing to slow The Alpha Bitches' random attacks on them.
Things took another turn when the pair got their shot at dethroning Victoria and The Queen from the tag titles. They knew Colette would be there at ringside to help them cheat, but they were ambushed so often that they were used to watching their backs. The match was long with plenty of close calls and last minute tags, and the Bitches were surprised to find themselves dealing with a very capable referee.
Ela didn't fall for the heels' distractions, like when they would point accusingly or show off their tits to her. She was a pretty sort of girl, slim with short red hair. She had wrestling in her blood, with most of her family in one league or another. She had been a chubby child, but she worked hard to get where she was and shed those extra pounds to keep a lean and strong figure. She was all about fair play, and knew all the tricks in the book, which made it especially hard for the Alpha Bitches to get anything past her. Even though she was a capable wrestler her in own right after learning from some of the best (including her father), Ela deemed herself more useful as a referee.
As the title fight went on, Colette saw things starting to go poorly as Trish pounded Queen's guts in a corner hard enough for her tits to pop out of her costume. Queen was left breathless and dazed as Trish forced her up to the top rope for a big finisher, but Colette slipped Victoria a set of brass knuckles before she ran over to interfere herself. Ela saw her reaching for the ropes and quickly snapped at her. "Hands off, bitch, or I'm calling the match right now!"
Her sharp tone made Colette glare at her and back off, but she tried not to look at Victoria who had slipped into the ring and was charging for Trish' back. Ela surprised everyone as she spun around and grabbing Victoria by the wrist, cutting off her punch as the Alpha Bitch's boss stared in shock. It was enough for Trish to finish her flying suplex, and Ela shoved Victoria back into her corner and slapped out a three count. Trish and Charlotte were sure to hug the reputable ref as they were handed their new titles as the tag team champions. Victoria and Colette tried to storm the ring, but the three of them fended them off fairly easily to make them retreat with The Queen slung over their arms.
Ela was feeling pretty good about herself, at least until she went backstage that night. While the former champs were still in recovery, Colette was still fresh and absolutely furious about the "interference" of their referee. She smashed the back of Ela's head with a metal bat and tore into her, hitting her with everything she could get her hands on. Her bat, folding chairs, chains, the walls themselves, trash cans, even lamps and windows that shattered around the official's pretty face. Ela was brutally beaten and left a bruised and bloody mess on the floor, completely unconscious after the brutally efficient beating of the vicious doctor.
Ela was in such awful condition that they ran her to the nearest hospital rather than treating her on-site. She was left overnight in the hospital, but not even that ended the torment. Colette snuck into the hospital disguised as a nurse, breaking into Ela's room and locking them inside. She gave Ela a strong dose of sedatives so she couldn't call for help, grinning at her as she removed the injection. "Time for your spongebath, dear," Colette chimed, lifting out her big soapy bucket. Ela was subjected to the invasively sexual and painfully rough spongebath, which Colette was sure to catch on film as she pornographically cleaned/molested the powerless referee. All Ela could do was cry and, when Colette cleaned her JUST right, cum against her will. It broke a few records from how many views it got online.
The one part of it all that did not go to plan was Trish and Charlotte visiting her the next day. They gave their sympathies and a few gifts, but most importantly, they offered her a spot in their team. The three girls refused to remain victims and joined forces as what they would later announce themselves as The Sorority stable.
“Excuse me, bitch. My feet are tired.” Back in the present day, Trish snapped to attention at her heartless petname. She nodded and bent over on all fours in front of Victoria’s chair, her shamefully short skirt exposing most of her ass as she did. Victoria placed her heels on Trish's back, still sore from the match that had won the servitude of her pretty young rival. As Victoria rifled through the mail, she casually turned on her large television to play one of her favorites: a montage video of the most humiliating and painful things she'd done to Trish and her friends. Trish cringed as her position left her unable to fully ignore the images. As always, it opened with a loud sniffing noise, one of the "hidden" cameras recording the busty heel snorting a line of coke off of Trish's former boyfriend's erection. The heel looked up to cackle in mad delight at the camera, flecks of white still under her nose.
"Those were the days, eh, slut?" Victoria gloated, smiling down at her human furniture. "How many times did you take that dick of his before I stole it from you? And how many times did you STILL take it when you took him back like a fool?" Before Trish could answer, Vicky grinned at one of her letters. "Oh my! Look what we have here, my ugly little orphan!" She turned it around, showing simply "from the office of Detective Crow" as the return address. "I think the tests just came back!"
Trish shivered with dread about what it could mean. Victoria always had something ready for them. Win or lose, she and her evil friends were always obsessed with The Sorority. They were more or less on even footing in a head on fight, but the Alpha Bitches had experience, wealth, and cruelty on their side that led them to more overall victories. Of course, the fiends all had their favorite targets.
The Queen had taken a real turn as far as her pursuit of Charlotte. The two strongest wrestlers from their respective stables, it wasn't clear why Queen went to such lengths to pursue the punkish tomboy at first. Charlotte only came up to the chest of the titanic woman (in both height and bust), but her new violent streak and sheer ferocity let her keep pace with what was possibly the strongest woman in the entire league. Charlotte was technically still a face, but she wasn't afraid to get rougher than the rest of her teammates; using low blows, choking on the ropes, and accepting the hardcore challenges of the heels. Charlotte had won a falls count anywhere match with The Queen; after nearly a half hour of the girls throwing and dragging each other around the arena, a bloody and exhausted Charlotte bodyslammed the naked Queen through an entire rack of chairs, pinning her before emptying one lucky fan's beer over the witless Queen's face. The Queen was sure to pay her back for that in their next match, nearly breaking both of Charlotte's arms with a submission hold that left her suffocating in the giant's breasts. When she was out cold, The Queen made a show of stripping Charlotte down to nothing in front of the crowd, then slowly ripping out a fistful of the punk's pubic hair before stuffing it into her mouth. It became a tradition for her, and in every match she could, The Queen would rip out more pubes and force feed Charlotte with them, preferably while she was still conscious to scream in pain and choke on the hairs. Eventually it reached a point where Charlotte feared this punishment so much in her matches that she waxed herself completely hairless except for her head.
What people seemed to notice less was that The Queen never used ALL of the pubes on Charlotte. She always tucked some into her cleavage or kept it in her fist after the match. She would keep a cell phone handy by ringside for her matches, sneaking brief selfies before fights but always taking shots of a broken, crying or KOed Charlotte. One horrifying promo video finally revealed The Queen's secret to the world; what had seemed like a violent rivalry soon became revealed to be a stalker crush. The Queen kept several body pillows that she cuddled with (the kind that normally had anime characters printed on them), but they each had different photos of defeated Charlotte on them. One had Charlotte with a dumbstruck expression and a large bruise on her face from where The Queen had slammed her with a chair. Another had her a disgustingly sticky mess from where The Queen had ambushed and thrown Charlotte into a dumpster before cumming on her face. Worse still, The Queen showed off her "collection": a large plastic bag filled with bunches of Charlotte's stolen pubic hair. Queen happily sniffed the bag's contents, even licking and sucking one some of the hairs.
"I really do love you, Charlotte. I'm going to make you mine. And I'll make you love me, whether you like it... or not." Charlotte started receiving deliveries of sex toys and suspiciously personal gifts left in her dressing room and house from "Q," including a passionately filthy love poem written across the mirror in her bathroom (despite the door being locked).
Ela wasn't faring much better overall. She mostly had her hands full with Colette, whose knowledge of anatomy made her a nightmare in the ring. Ela's biggest edge was that she was fighting her on two fronts; the two clashed in the ring, of course, where too often Colette brought her down. Ela paid her back by ensuring that as a referee, she judged as many of Colette's matches as possible. While she could get away with it with other, less-experienced refs, Ela cost her fight after fight by pointing out her illegal holds, smuggled weapons, and outside assistance to get her disqualified. She even cost Colette a major upset of a match with Gunpowder Ryuko when Colette was too distracted arguing with the rival ref. The Japanese pro was able to blindside her with a clothesline and pin her a moment after. The stains on her win record made Colette furious, and in return, she attacked Ela in and outside of the ring.
There were plenty of the best doctors and medical technology on the league's grounds, keeping the wrestlers in top shape and recovering quickly between their matches. Ela visited regularly, and not just for concussions and injuries. She worked hard to keep herself in shape, and that included regular checkups. A nurse set her up for a visit to her gynecologist, propping up her legs and excusing herself to go check on the doctor. Colette had seduced, drugged and locked up the real doctor, and by the time she'd arrived Ela was already strapped in for her exam.
"I hope you didn't have a busy schedule." Colette grinned at the horrified Ela, snapping on a fresh rubber glove. "Oh wait! You had that title shot tomorrow, didn’t you? Too bad! We might be here for a while."
Colette showed her mastery of human anatomy as she tore Ela apart. When she wasn't applying cold, painful, or sharp implements to Ela's opened pussy, Colette was gouging, punching or squeezing any tender spot that would draw the most agony out of her victim. Colette left clamps to hold Zoe's pussy lips open, just to clamp onto her clitoris and pull as if it were a suspicious growth that needed removal. She punched above the spread legs, drilling her knuckles into Ela's side dark, ugly bruises were left right on her ovaries. Colette went on like this for hours, using Ela like some sadistic game to explore. She finished up by removing her gloves, shoving her hand inside her, and clawing around the inside of her pussy until she was crying and bleeding over the examination table. Just when the part-time ref was convinced she couldn't be hurt or humiliated any worse, she had to watch teary-eyed as Colette's bloody digits fingered her. She resisted all she could in her awful situation, but the psychotic nurse finally drew an orgasm out of her by sheer anatomy alone. Ela went through a screaming orgasm, and not in the good way as her mauled vaginal walls clenched and quaked. By the end of it, Ela was hurting in places she didn't even know she had.
Colete finally threw her wet and bloodied gloves at Ela's sobbing face. "Just what the doctor ordered. Enjoy your match, fatass." Ela's blood ran cold, wondering how the medical wrestler had learned about her body image and weight issues when she was younger. She still had to attend her title fight the next evening with an extra-wide swimsuit to cover all the bruises, and since it hurt just to walk, it was an especially pathetic showing as Annie Getchergun (the current champ and resident rough and tumble cowgirl) had no problem crushing the part-time ref in the ring.
Things were getting more and more out of hand. Brawls broke out backstage with little to no provocation on either side, especially if any sort of insult or trash talk went between them. The Alpha Bitches went after them at every turn, mostly going after their favorite targets but glad to switch it up on them. The Sorority wouldn't take the heels' bullying, challenging them at every turn, and even then they didn't seem to get enough of each other as ambushes and brawls kept happening.
The season would be full of highs and lows like that. The Alpha Bitches always had some means of punishment ready for them when they won, so the Sorority brought their own creativity to the matches in turn. For every win The Sorority claimed over the heels, they would be pay them back with a cruel attack or other sort of torment. In one case, Victoria was defending her hardcore title against Charlotte. The brawl went back and forth as Victoria used everything from field hockey sticks to beer bottles to vibrating anal beads on the punkish brawler. Victoria had tried to trap Charlotte in a pair of fuzzy handcuffs so she could dominate and enjoy herself her the rest of the match, but the rough babyface wasn't as injured as Victoria had predicted.
Charlotte shocked her by pulling away and using the cuffs to tie Victoria to the ropes. The stunned cougar was left unable to dodge and fighting at less than half capacity while Charlotte took full advantage to pummel her enemy into the corner. Colette had run in from backstage, sneaking behind Charlotte with some chloroform, but Trish raced down to the ring and speared the psychotic nurse to the mats. She swiped the rag and stuffed it into Colette's face to knock her out with a literal taste of her own medicine, allowing Charlotte to win the match and title by knocking out Victoria with a chokehold. The two faces left her naked in the ring, arms cuffed to either side of the corner with a dildo stuck hanging out of her mouth.
Victoria didn't even like being looked at funny, so she took the loss and interference (even if meant to stop her own interference) very poorly. Later that week, she and the rest of the Bitches hunted down each member of The Sorority alone and beat them into submission. The girls were dragged out into the middle of the Alpha Bitches' roomy dressing room, the dazed and powerless faces forced into a mocking makeover. The wealthy heels dressed them up in slutty outfits and sloppy makeup to make them look like cheap whores before being used as their personal fuck toys over the next two days.
The three heroes were relentlessly raped with strapons, fingers, tribbing and tongues, barely left time to eat before they were getting hatefucked again. The Alpha Bitches didn't seem to care about pleasing them so much as using and humiliating them, occasionally forcing their victims to wave to the hidden cameras to remind them that this was all being watched. No matter how much Charlotte cursed and struggled helplessly against her bindings, The Queen kept whispering soft, sweet dirty talk to her as if she were making love to her unwilling opponent. Colette pulled the strapon from the gasping, drooling Ela’s mouth, just to turn around and start to grind her impressively big and shapely ass into her face. The way the helpless ref moaned and cried against her cheeks were what inspired her foe to make it her own little tradition, using her ass on her as much as possible from then on to “make the little piggy cry.”
Once the Alphas were finally done cumming on them and forcing orgasms from their unwilling victims, they threw the weak and broken girls into their car and drove them home. The Sorority members were each dumped on their lawns covered in sweat and cum like used up whores. It took them most of an hour before they could drag themselves inside to rest and recover, but the next morning, the good girls put their own plan into motion.
The Alpha Bitches all held a different belt at the time, holding something of a monopoly over them. Colette had the hardcore title that she'd gotten by leaving Fara Fullmoon (the Lethal Larper) drugged and unconscious in the ring with her foam sword stuck up her ass. The Queen had the American championship after nearly breaking the muscular native American wrestler's Nira back in the ring. Victoria held the world title after her and Queen teamed up in a Queen of the Ring match, strategically knocking out the rest of their foes before singling out Trish (the only member of the Sorority to make it into the high ranking match) and humiliating her extensively before throwing her limp body from the ring. After that, it was a quick hug and kiss before The Queen casually stepped out of the ring, feigning surprise as Victoria claimed the belt.
The Sorority healed up from their kidnapping and made their public challenge to the Alpha's: a three on three match. No tags, no limits, but all three belts on the line in one match. All or nothing, whichever team had a woman standing in the end would take home the hardcore, world and American championship. Although surprised by the girls' courage, the Alpha Bitches showed their faces to trash talk the "league's most popular losers" and accept the triple title fight.
The fight was one for the ages as six of the toughest and most passionately opposing wrestlers went at it in the ring in one big brawl. The Alpha Bitches held the upper hand through the first half of the match, generally overpowering their opponents with dirty tricks and power moves. They even managed to drag all three good girls into the middle of the ring and dropped them into simultaneous backbreakers. The bad girls shared a triumphant laugh before going back to their own separate brawls; Colette applied a piercing vaginal claw to the inside of Ela's panties, Queen dragged Charlotte by the hair for some corner work, and Victoria braced a boot across Trish' throat to start choking her hated rookie rival.
What the bad girls hadn't counted on was the support the girls had. The crowd and even other wrestlers were backing the tough young ladies standing up to the bullies of the league, and that gave them the drive to press on through some punishing holds. What was more, the heels kept focusing on their favorite victims in their own private beatdowns. Victoria would have Trish set up for a killer submission, just for Ela to hit her with a knee to the head to throw her off. Of course, Colette came after Ela that much harder, but The Sorority's teamwork was constantly throwing off the Alpha Bitches from sealing the deal.
Late in the match, it was the acrobatic counter by Trish that really turned the tide. Victoria had beaten the young foe into the ropes and went for a haymaker meant to ruin her pretty face. Trish ducked at the perfect moment and flipped Victoria off the side of the ring, making the vet suffer one nasty fall on the hard mats outside. The crowd went wild as Trish ran to the rescue of her teammates, stunning Queen with an axehandle to the back. When the busty giantess turned for her, Charlotte hopped up and forced her into her finisher The Facebuster, a modified stunner that slammed her nose-first all six-plus feet down into the mats.
Trish let her teammate pound the busty bitch into the mats while she went to Ela's rescue. The part-time ref was slumped in a corner and being crushed by a stinkface from Colette's dark, naked ass (something she liked to call "Death By Chocolate). Her position let Colette see the rookie coming, sitting up and blocking her incoming forearm. The sadistic nurse bent Trish's arm around the nearest rope, pulling like she meant to break it around the sturdy cables and milking screams from the heroic beauty. It was enough of a distraction to let Ela get her wits back about her, paying Colette for all her low blows and invasive "surgeries" by punching her square in the pussy. That took enough of the fight out of the sadist for her and Trish to bring her to the mats and Ela lock her into a back-bending camel clutch; an old classic, but the kind of hold that was Ela's specialty.
By the time Victoria got back up, she could see how bad things were going. She tried to run backstage, whether to escape with her belt or to get a weapon, but Trish took off after her and tackled her to the ground on the runway. "This is for all you've done to me, you psycho bitch!" Trish announced as she took the world-famous bitch by the hair and bounced her face over and over against the floor. When she was powerless to stop her, Trish rolled her over and clapped her hands on either side of Victoria's famously huge breasts together. The giant jugs bounced into each other until a few more similar chops later, Victoria was once again lactating all over herself.
Even the sturdy cougar was rendered witless by all that punishment, and the good girls had secured their victory. They celebrated by dragging all three women into the ring and lining them up, tossing them into the opposite ropes before The Sorority joined hands and smashed them to the mats with a triple clothesline. The girls sat back and recovered while the Bitches reached the ten count, their moaning and rolling bodies counted as knocked out.
Charlotte gathered some rope from under the ring while the other girls collected their beaten foes. The rope was tied to suspend them from their breasts off the top ropes, leaving them screaming and dangling helplessly with their hands tied behind their backs to ensure they suffered the full gravity of the punishing bondage. The dreaded heels screamed as their chests were stretched out and burned by the binding ropes, their misery and defeat being cheered by the audience. The girls spanked the dangling bullies breasts and asses until Ela checked under the ring and found some of the toys that the Alpha Bitches had stashed under there. The face's did go as excessive as some of their weapons went, but they did bring out the whips and riding crops and paddle their enemies' asses red.
That night, while taking a bath that cleaned and stung her various injuries, Victoria swore that she would ruin Trish and her friends. She was quick to work out a plan of attack with her equally vengeful teammates, coordinating their plan to crush The Sorority's bodies and spirits.
Back in the now, Victoria went through her mail, going between her laptop on the table beside her and the traditional mail across her lap. The detective’s report was thorough, and she had a lot to sift through. Of course, Trish’s background was squeaky clean, but she wanted to know her deepest, darkest secrets.
Victoria made a point to shift her legs, crossing or sliding them around to drag her heels across Trish's bent-over back. "Pet, I think I'd like some yogurt," the bossy heel stated. It wasn't technically an order, but Trish was afraid and broken down enough to get the point and crawl off to the kitch. She returned on her knees, the cup and spoon ready for her mistress. Victoria grinned and opened her mouth expectantly, letting Trish spoonfeed her the first bite. She took the spoon for herself after that, leaving Trish to wait for her while she ate. A few scoops in, she dumped the next spoonful on the floor.
"Clumsy me. Clean that up, will you?" Victoria chimed. Trish's face soured with dread, but she bent down to start lapping it up like a faithful dog. Victoria grinned and lifted one of her feet, rubbing her toes against Trish's ass and then teasing them over her pussy.
After their group loss, the Alpha Bitches' assaults intensified in and out of the ring. Trish could hardly go a week without being attacked at least once by Victoria. She attacked her once in the stadium bathrooms, pulling her out of her stall and knocking her out cold against the mirror. It left Trish for whoever came next with her pants around her ankles and slumped face-first in the sink. Another time Trish made an appearance for a charity dinner, she was blindsided in the middle of her little speech when Victoria charged her from backstage, drop kicking her in the face while wearing pointed high heels. Trish never finished her speech as she flew off the stage from the powerful and painful blow, landing completely unconscious in front of the audience. Victoria picked up the glass Trish was meant to toast the audience with, pouring it all over her before she left laughing without a single word.
Ela could hardly do her job as a referee for all the pain Colette put her through. She spent as much time recovering from ambushes and matches as she did working, taking away most of her free time. She was working twice as hard to cover all of Colette's matches and keep her from cheating, but it felt like she was entering matches just for the sake of getting her hands on Ela more than her opponent. Ela had officiated a No DQ match between the nurse and Sammy Hix the Horny Hillbilly, only to realize the flaw when Colette spent more time hurting her ref than Sammy. Colette had snuck in a handful of sleeping pills to force down Hix's throat, so while she was out she had all the time she wanted to attack Ela instead.
The majority of the match seemed dedicated to finding ways to make Ela cry, and the sadistic nurse took her apart like it was a CIA interrogation session. Her precise beating quickly reduced the ref to a state where she couldn't fight back or flee by temporarily damaging her knee joints and pulling her muscles at agonizing angles. Colette jabbed acupuncture needles into her nipples and gouged a dulled fork around inside Ela's pussy. "Don't worry!" she laughed jovially as Ela sobbed in fear and pain. "I'm a doctor! I know what I'm doing."
After becoming satisfied that Ela was properly ruined, Colette delivered one more punishing attack. She grabbed the fair playing ref by her right breast and jammed her finger into the fleshy bit in the middle, twisting her nail there like a screwdriver. Ela wailed and shook with agony, Colette not only ignoring her but smiling wider when she heard her miserable cries. "Good, good. On a scale of 1 to 10, how would you rate your pain?" she laughed.
"F-fuck you!" Ela stammered.
"That's the spirit!" She went of driving into the pressure points over and over until she finished... and went on to the next tit. When she finally finished, Colette pinched and pulled on Ela's nipples. The upright face was horrified to realize that she had used her knowledge of her body and anatomy to stimulate her mammary glands, causing her to lactate in front of the crowd. She'd spend the night with her tits leaking uncontrollably, soaking her sheets while she cried herself to sleep.
"Looks like you had so much fat in you that it's leaking out!" Colette laughed at her for one more insult to go with her injury. Hix started to stir and moan, the nurse turning back and kicking her in the face. She pinned Hix firmly and pointed at Ela threateningly. "Now call the fight." Ela miserably crawled over, tits still leaking like an overused dairy cow as she made a begrudging 3-count.
As usual, it seemed that Charlotte had the strangest relationship with her assailant. The Queen challenged her to a match every single week, often through sexualized video invitations on the show or filthy photos of herself left in Charlotte's mail. The fallen face accepted all the matches she could, but she ultimately had to turn them down just to leave space in her schedule to face ANYONE besides her and maintain her position in the rankings. The Queen called them "our little dates," and didn't tolerate it when Charlotte ultimately declined. While Charlotte won her match that night against Lisa Fenix, she woke up in the middle of the night to find that Queen had broken into her home, tied her to her bed in her sleep, and forced orgasms from them both until the sun came up.
In the matches themselves, while Charlotte fought bravely against The Queen, the amazon stalker was relentless in her pursuits. As she started to wear down, the busty and powerful heel started to win more and more against Charlotte. The antihero of The Sorority was learning that The Queen was not only strong, but knew plenty of different moves. Her brawling style soon failed against her busty foe as Queen's third match, she won handily and caught Charlotte in an inescapable chokehold. She blacked out quickly, and even after the ref called the match, The Queen didn't want to let go of her beloved victim. She kept squeezing her throat until she started turning colors and twitching.
The Queen treated Charlotte with increasingly unsettling affection, in her own sadistic way, to the point where she dreaded even seeing the busty powerhouse. She would knock her out just to casually making out with the motionless Charlotte, forcing orgasms out of her and storing her cum in a bottle. The Queen concentrated Charlotte's pussy juice into her own brand of perfume she called "Beloved," and it sold disturbingly well.
Things reached a new level when Charlotte lost yet another match to the juggy juggernaut. She had smothered the former magical girl unconscious between her tits and the turnbuckle, leaving her nowhere to go but out cold. As the bell rang and the ref declared her victory, The Queen went to the bag she'd left at ringside and brought out a large square device and a plastic tube. Many forgot that despite her impressive strength, creepy obsession, and huge jugs, she was nearly as brilliant as Victoria and Colette. She tore Charlotte's top to pieces and squirted a thick gel over her chest, taking her time to lovingly smear it on every inch of her lover/victim's tits.
With that done, she zip-tied Charlotte's hands together and slapped her awake. Colette woke up sticky and confused as The Queen smiled down at her. "Wake up, sweety. I forgive you for forgetting."
"Forgetting...? The fuck do you mean, you ditzy psycho?" Charlotte demanded back, dizzy but still plenty angry.
"It's our six month anniversary!" The Queen chimed giddily. "So I got you a little present."
The huge heel pulled two long cables out of the machine she'd brought and flicked a few switches. It hummed to life as she tapped the two clamps together, several large bursts of sparks springing from the tips. Charlotte could only kick and watch in horror as The Queen snapped the metal clamps around her nipples, sending repeated electric shocks through her tits until the trapped badass heroine was reduced to tears, her chest throbbing so badly she thought she was having a heart attack.
The Queen stopped as suddenly as she'd finished, kissing her goodbye (Charlotte quickly starting to spit out the taste of her tongue as usual). The "present" wasn't clear until a little over a day later when Charlotte woke up with a stinging sensation in her chest. She was shocked to realize her tits had grown over twice their original size, her hard and very sensitive nipples tingling against her suddenly too small top. Whatever was in The Queen's gel had inflated her tits and made them very delicate; she could hardly put on a shirt without getting aroused (all of which she had to replace to fit her new bustline).
It didn't even end there. A few days later, Charlotte woke up from another night of strangely deep sleep. Checking her phone, she was confused to realize that she had apparently slept through the last week. She confirmed the date online, and that she other members of The Sorority reported the same issue of not remembering the last week. Charlotte went looking for clues around her bedroom before finding a DVD. A simple note was attached to it: "I think it's time we moved our relationship to the next level."
Charlotte didn't share with her teammates what was on it when she watched it, but they knew that the next day Charlotte willingly let herself be married to The Queen in stripperific parodies of a wedding dresses. She wouldn't tell the team about the filthy things the recording had shown of her, Ela and Trish enthusiastically servicing the Alpha Bitches with animal tail buttplugs, happily allowing the Bitches to eat food off of their naked bodies, and servicing strangers in bathrooms. It had all ultimately ended with The Queen facing the camera and explaining her applying mind control chips to The Sorority in their sleep, and if she didn't want the footage leaked all over the internet, Charlotte had to marry her.
The rest of The Sorority wasn't foolish enough to think there wasn't something suspicious about it all, so they challenged the Alphas once again. This time, Victoria agreed on a few conditions: it was a tag team match and the losers had to be the slaves of the winners for 24 hours. Trish added one last stipulation to the pot: if she succeeded in defending her title in the rematch, then she would annul Charlotte's marriage to The Queen. While Queen pouted over it for a while, they all finally agreed.
This time around, the rules actually benefitted The Alpha Bitches. Trish and Victoria started the match, their two teammates waiting in each corner. Trish landed some hard and quick hits on her rival early on before a leaping spin-kick to her temple brought the big cougar down to the mats. She quickly tagged out to Ela to keep their team fresh and their opponents guessing, returning to Victoria and grabbing her limp arms for a double suplex. It was then that Victoria quit playing possum and pulled her arms free, grabbing the girls in a double cunt claw. While they were screaming in pain, the busty heel shoved Trish away, leaving her holding her pussy in her corner while she dragged Ela back to her side of the ring.
It started a strategy that would run through the entirety of the match. Vicky shoved Ela into their corner so that The Queen could grab her by the arms, holding them behind her back. Victoria worked over her tits and belly with some punches before tagging in Colette, Victoria herself joining Queen in holding Ela down. The Sorority protested with the ref and tried to encourage Ela to escape, but they were technically outside of the ring as they let the sadistic nurse have her way with the powerlessly off-duty ref. Colette delivered hard fists to specifically target tender but non-lethal organs on Ela, leaving huge, sickly bruises around her kidneys, belly, and ovaries.
"Time for your next appointment, fatty," Colette mocked, pulling down Ela's shorts and backing up before sending a soccer kick straight into her pussy. Ela gagged and fell spread eagle in the corner, clutching her throbbing cunt while Colette wiped her foot off on the mats. She leaned over and cupped Ela's miserable face in her hand, squeezing her cheeks roughly. "Don't worry, flabby. I'm gonna put you right back where you belong; in a booty that doesn't get stuck in a door like your wide load used to!" The Bitches pulled back on her hair to hold Ela in place while Colette stinkfaced her victim in the corner. Ela struggled and choked, but Colette kept pulling back to make it last longer and let her teammates watch her suffering.
"Come on, blubber cunt! You know I can't finish unless you start crying!" True to her word, she shoved her ass back into Ela's face and put a hand down her bottoms, masturbating to the temp ref's suffering. As soon as she started to sob, Colette actually came right in the middle of her match and finally held her smother on to knock Ela out. The Sorority was down to 2 vs 3.
Charlette came out angrily, but Colette baited her into coming after her so she could subtly tag The Queen to come at her from behind while Colette pretended to play innocent. Charlotte was quick enough to turn and punch The Queen in the face before she could ambush her, but Colette raked her nails across her face from behind. It left her open for The Queen to clothesline her to the mats and come back for a huge splash that crushed her giant breasts on Charlotte's face.
"This is what you get for trying to run from me, sweetie," Queen chided mockingly, crushing Charlotte in a bearhug and dragging her into enemy territory. Once again, her teammates held her down while Queen stripped her wife and rival naked, giving hard and painful gropes at her assets along the way. When Colette continued to struggle, the giantess slammed her with some mind-numbing haymakers that nearly took her head off. The Queen gladly spent the next minute or so beating, clawing and sucking on Colette's breasts until she was ready to pass out from the pain. The Queen showed off her amazing strength by lifting the beaten Colette up like a baby and smothering her unconscious against her giant breast like a nursing child.
Thanks to their sinister strategy, Trish was left alone in a 3 on 1 handicap. Even then she fought bravely, trading a few blows with Victoria before taking a punch to the throat that stopped her in her tracks. Victoria dragged her past her beaten allies and choked her with a boot across the throat in their corner while her devilish friends laughed at her. "I don't know why you try, you pathetic little orphan!" Victoria snapped hatefully at her. "No matter what you do, you always lose." Trish pushed back at her boot, but started to cry in despair at the heartless woman's assault. Victoria had the match in the bag, but took her time stripping and tormenting Trish's mind and body. She made a particular point to prop her legs over the ropes and let her teammates crush her crotch into the steel pole, just to follow it up by smashing her knees against it as well.
With her body and spirit broken, Victoria sat on her face and let the 3-count end the match. The Alphas had handily won, and gathered up their prizes as they piled Colette and Ela in the ring, Queen producing some smelling salts to force them awake for their punishment.
The Alphas had not only expected their victory, they had planned for it. Colette wheeled a cart out from under the ring loaded with nasty toys for their celebration. She handed out strapons that each Alpha used to brutally fuck the crying, screaming heroines in the middle of the ring while they were cheered on by the crowd. Victoria pulled out a milking machine next, hooking the girls up to the tubes and the loud, powerful machine sucking half of their tits into its powerful suction before it forced the milk out of them.
Trish couldn’t imagine fighting Victoria after this level of pain and humiliation, even if she healed up in time for the fight. Even that wasn’t enough, as Victoria waved all three of the women to gather around Trish. “Now we have our little mastermind. The one who offered us such a golden opportunity. Let’s show her our gratitude, girls.” With that, the three heels made an example of Trish to anyone who would consider crossing their path by fucking the sobbing, moaning woman’s every hole at once in the middle of the ring.
The good girls were all too powerless to keep their enemies from forcing violent orgasms out of them, and that was just the start of their 24 hours of enslavement. They were dragged backstage for further spanking, fucking and humiliation before they were given their new uniforms. They resembled Hooters outfits, but with even skimpier shorts, lower cleavage, and "Alpha Bitches" printed perfectly across the front of their tits. It turned out that the Alphas had planned a special fundraiser for that night, setting up a sale on all of their merchandise. The three faces were forced to help sell Alpha Bitches shirts, vibrators, perfumes, underwear and more. They also passed out raffle tickets to anyone who made a purchase, something that Victoria was very clear about with them. The Sorority wasn't sure why until the announcement was made at the end of the sale: twenty of the Alphas' fans got to have their way with her newest pets.
Given their popularity relying on their big-titted bodies and wicked sexuality, their fanbase was naturally full of men. The winners were allowed to come back to The Queen's mansion and fuck the three helpless and broken girls silly. By the time that Victoria finally sent the fans home, the girls were caked in and choking on cum as it leaked from their every hole. They were left to sleep on the floor of their rivals, except for The Queen who happily cuddled with her cum-covered Charlotte.
The girls were finally allowed to clean up the next morning when they were given their newest duty to their mistresses: they would be cooking and serving the Alpha Bitches an early Thanksgiving dinner, all while entirely nude. Their relentless mistresses berated, insulted, spanked and humiliated them the entire way through the preparation as if trying to make Cinderella look like a spoiled brat. Victoria mocked Trish for never having a real family to celebrate the holidays with, especially since she had corrupted Trish's boyfriend in an earlier psychological attack on her. The Queen kept groping and fingering Charlotte while she was cooking, especially if she had to bend over for anything. "What a good slutty wife you are!" she'd praise before slapping her naked ass hard enough that she nearly dropped the bowl of mashed potatoes. Colette kept painfully prodding at Ela, especially her ribs and stomach. "Don't go eating all the ingredients, tubby. There'll be plenty for you to eat later! Sneak anything and I'll rip you in half like a wishbone," she laughed at the fit and slender ref.
When The Sorority finally served the meal, cutting up the food for their mistresses (Queen actually made Charlotte chew up and spit a mouthful of food into her mouth first). They went on with their feast before Victoria lifted up the table cloth. "Your dinners are down there," she ordered coldly, and the girls could see the three bowls of dog food with their names on the sides.
"If I find that either one of you ungrateful bitches leave a drop of it behind, I'm taking it out of all your asses," Victoria added sharply. The girls whimpered, having no doubt by now that after the violent rape sessions that she wouldn't hesitate to do it. They miserably choked down the raw, meaty mess while the Alpha Bitches had their turkey and wine over their heads. The heels kept mockingly rubbing their feet in their faces or kicking them under the table while talking about them, happily insulting their foes throughout their meal.
"I do hope the little orphan appreciates all this. I'm sure it's the best meal the little beggar's ever had."
"Well our marriage was getting a little rocky there, so I'm glad we had this dinner date. She really does need to learn that her place in this relationship is in the kitchen."
"Well I bet that piggy ref is having the time of her life. I took the one with the highest fat content. Did you see how she jiggles? She must eat nothing but butter and lard when I'm not watching her."
The good girls cried as they licked up the last of their punishing meal, looking sorrowfully at their teammates' sloppy faces. They heard an alarm bell go off somewhere overhead, making them all jump and brace themselves for more suffering. Instead, the heels let it ring for a while before Victoria kicked the nearest girl in the stomach. "Your time's up. Now get out."
The girls hurried to leave the lavish house, the evil women laughing in delight behind them. They knew that their captors had burned their clothes early on, so they were forced to run naked and smeared with dog food back to the safety of their own houses.
Trish knew that she had to win her next fight against Victoria. Her title was on the line, as was her pride and Charlotte's ability to escape her unsettling marriage. Even as the woman being named the bravest wrestler in the league by a fan poll, she could barely bring herself to stand up to the busty cougar. With how badly she hesitated and remembering her nightmare-inducing night under the woman's control, Trish didn't stand a chance. Victoria beat her shitless, punching her face and stomach relentlessly while Trish could barely get a hit in. The heel used her superior strength to lift Trish over her head and spike her tits down on her knees, just to lift her again and do it to her back and then her cunt. She hit Trish over and over with powerful and painful attacks until she was a sobbing mess in the middle of the ring, and even then proceeded to use Trish as if she were advertising her variety of skills and moves.
Ela and Charlotte tried to burst into the arena from backstage, but they were quickly intercepted by the rest of the Alphas. Colette smashed Ela in the cunt with a baseball bat while The Queen caught Charlotte's hair and bounced her skull off of the metal guard rail. Trish had a brief glimpse of their suffering before Victoria stripped her down and finished her with a cunt-crushing knee off the top ropes. The sobbing and powerless Trish was easily wrapped up into a 3-count, the brunette sobbing pathetically to know that Victoria wouldn't end it even after the match was over.
The Queen celebrated the security of her marriage by bending Charlotte's back over the guardrail, forcing her into a back-breaking kiss. Colette kicked Ela over into the crowd and started asking the audience to pass her improvised weapons to use on her favorite victim. They quickly provided her with a few fun options, resulting in Ela being choked with a fan’s belt before being bound to the guard rail. Colette softened her up with a few stomps before another faithful fan gave her one of the studded vibrators they had sold at their fundraiser, a fan that Ela regrettably recognized as one she had helped sell it to. Colette gladly switched it on and stuffed it into Ela’s mouth, enjoying the vibrating of her throat as she screamed and how the studs bounced painfully against her teeth.
Victoria claimed her latest title, just to smash its hard gold front into Trish's face. She wasn't sure how long she laid there, staring hazily at the spotlights, but it was enough time for Victoria to get fetch an electric razor from under the ring.
"Say goodbye to your pretty little champ!" Victoria shouted at the crowd as she held up Trish by her hair alone. She proceeded to shear the sobbing and begging Trish completely bald before choking her out cold in the middle of the ring. Trish woke up the next morning in her French maid outfit, with nothing but a bit of bit of peach fuzz on her scalp.
She was laid out in Victoria's guest bed, the monstrous heel sitting patiently nearby. "I could torture you," she replied plainly. "I could probably murder you, if I really wanted. It would be such a load off my mind to not have you around... just bribe the right judges or pay the right men to do it for me." Trish sat up and curled up in fear. "But... I don't have to. Not if you work for me. I'm not even saying join my stable. Keep on wrestling for all I care. But if you act as my slave... my maid, my pet... you're under my protection. I'll treat you like the shit you are, but you'll always see it coming and I’ll leave your friends alone. You'll know your place and I won't have to bother hunting you down each time I want to abuse you. It's that... or I ruin you again right now and I'll make every minute of your life that I can a living hell."
Trish sobbed softly and sniffled. "Why do you hate me so much?" she mewled. "What did I do?"
"You got in my way," Victoria sneered, though really she didn't know what it was that bothered her so much. "So is that a yes or a no?"
At last, Victoria got to what she was looking for in the investigator's report. She smacked the patiently waiting Trish's ass. "Go to the bedroom. I'm going to enjoy reading this, and then I want your tongue so far up my ass so you can TASTE me gloating."
Trish moaned, but added a "Yes, mistress," as she started off towards the bedroom. Victoria gulped down the last of her wine and read over what she'd really wanted: the records of Trish's birth parents. She read them over with a wicked grin on her face… and fainted on the spot.
Victoria herself had led a troubled life. She fell in love young, and had sex too early in her life. She was devastated when her boyfriend had left her when he found out she was pregnant, leaving her far too young and unprepared to raise it. She had gotten rid of the child at the nearest orphanage, and went through extensive therapy before leaving her old life behind to become a wrestler by the time she was 18. She had blocked out that entire part of her life, since it gave her nothing but grief and misery. She had forgotten crying alone so that she could grow strong and confident. She had never named the little girl she gave birth to that would grow up to become a spunky young wrestler whose foster family had named Patricia… “Trish” for short.
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