wwe Diva Changer

Chapter 2- Alexa Bliss

It had only been a few days since my ‘appointment’ as the new Head of the Divas Division in the WWE. Sure there had been objections, hashtags put out by the psycho fans obsessed with ‘real’ wrestling and articles of despair from journalists. Like I cared. I had Stephanie McMahon, the daughter of the owner of WWE and herself holding a position of power in the company under my control. Mind control. Thanks to a strange smartphone and its app called ‘Diva Changer’ that allowed me to alter the minds of anyone I targeted. Men and women, but especially women. Any worry about my appointment I soon ‘altered’ by changing thoughts and opinions to accept me. Soon enough, my appointment was just placed as another McMahon family favour for a rich family. Thanks to a false story I had leaked out to the dirt sheets.

So with my position of power secure, I just had to use it now. Sure, I could just spend day after day nailing Stephanie McMahon and her MILF body again and again, but why just stop at having one slice of cake to eat? I wanted it all. And that meant all the women in the WWE. I was still making up my plans for the so-called Superstars as I went, but I was sure things would work out in the long run. The WWE had money to burn anyway so what was making a few mistakes here and there in the long run?

My first day on the job, officially at least, arrived as I came to Monday Night Raw. Just as I’d instructed, Stephanie had arranged a pre-event meeting in the Women’s Locker room with all the female talent and me. The moment I walked into the room it was obvious there was disgust, anger, and disappointment at me for reducing all their ‘hard work’ to making them just be called Divas again. It also might have something to do with the fact that I just rolled in wearing baggy jeans and a creased T-shirt with a loose jacket on top too. Hardly professional. Like I cared.

Now ladies, I know there’s been some concern and outcry about our new Head of the Divas Division here…” Stephanie said to the assembled women with a smile. “But the Boss here wanted to speak to you all and reassure you all. So! I’ll just let him take it away!” She said, motioning to me as she stepped aside.
I stepped forward, and glanced at them all before I spoke. “Before I begin? I want to just say one thing..

Of course, I didn’t actually say anything. I raised up the smartphone in my hand and hit the target button. Watching with a smile as every single woman in the room – wrestler, interviewer and ring announcer – suddenly stood bolt upright. Expressionless. Barely blinking and staring blankly ahead not even directly at me. I already knew that the App could affect several people at once, but even I was impressed at its power to control all these stunning women at the same time. Whoever designed this thing was a genius! Just as well a pervert like me got his hands on it to make sure it was properly used!

It was a gorgeous harem of talent I saw in front of me. Alexa Bliss, Alicia Fox, Bayley, Dana Brooke, Ember Moon, Liv Morgan, Mickie James, Natalya, Ruby Riott, Sarah Logan and Sasha Banks. Not forgetting the on-screen talents of Charly Caruso, Renee Young and JoJo. A far lesser extent to Nia Jax in my opinion but I figured I’d keep her around so no one could fully claim I was going ‘full Diva’ at least in the public’s eyes. Even Stephanie was once again affected by the App even though I’d already programmed her. All of them are standing statues like. Their minds put on pause by the App but bodies are still active. Breathing softly as they started ahead.

At that moment I could have easily just reprogrammed every single of these women to be obedient slaves. Made them leave their partners or divorce their husbands. Quit wrestling completely and become my whores. I could have them doing sex tapes and end their careers, and most like the WWE as a whole, by this time tomorrow. But where would the fun be in that. I already had my cake. Why not take my time and eat it. Savour the moment. Slowly change these women one by one so that piece by piece, this idiotic Women’s Evolution would be destroyed before they truly knew it, and it would be far too late for any of them to do a damn thing about it. Indeed, it would be foolish in the long run to just rush in and make a snap change. Things had to be done gradually over time. Plus, I still had Smackdown to visit as well as NXT in the future. So for now, a standard level of obedience would do more than fine. Making sure that none of them would quit the company now that they were back being Divas. Still… The thought of being able to do whatever I wanted to, whenever I decided to, to all these equally fuckable women? It already had me rock hard in my pants