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"Wrestling Divas Story and 3d-Art Illustrations"
Love you, too
In honor of SplatindaVat's excellent wrestling post and with a wish for pies of food fights to appear on the Thanksgiving episodes of wrestling shows, I thought I'd post a story I did some years back, and the 3d-CGI illustrations I made to go with it.
This is a story about what could have happened when Nikki Bella had her championship celebration cake. We all know what actually happened; a little ended up on Brie and on Foxy. But this is a bit of a WAM/Wrestling story. Everyone at the time wanted me to pick their favorite divas, but Used use the Bellas, Paige, and AJ, Naomi, Aksana, Layla, and Stephanie because that's who I wanted.
Illustrations are here: https://www.deviantart.com/myds6/gallery/56265342/Wrestling
(The following is a work of satirical fanfiction. The satiric intention is obvious in all the slapstick humor and the subtle critique of character gimmicks. The characters, events, etc. belong to the WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.)
PART 1
Cheers and boos were heard in equal measure as the Bellas entrance music played. On the screen, the "Bellatron" countdown appeared, and exploded into graphics of fireworks. Clad in an asymmetrical, knee-length cocktail dress, the triumphant champion made her way to the ring, where a celebration was prepared in her honor. On the table was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, a large cake congratulating her on her championship record, and her title belt.
Nikki hid her confused look, and put on the face of a dauntless champion as she climbed into the ring. She was confused, though. The arena was packed, her celebration was in the main ring, but where was everyone? Hiding her concern, she picked up a champagne flute and held it up as a toast. Smirking with all her apparent confidence, she spoke into the microphone that was hovering over the ring.
"Well, here I AM. The longest-reigning divas champion. I'm here because of fearlessness, determination, and Bella superiority. This is a toast to all of them who said I couldn't make it. Those who dared proclaim I wasn't worthy of the title of Diva. The revolution began with me, and it ends here, with my championship. Sorry to those that weren't woman enough to keep the titlePaige, Naomi, poor Charlotte. I'm really sorry that she couldn't be here tonight after that unfortunate accident last week. But Charlotte, I hope you're watching from the hospital. Here I am. Still the champion."
Suddenly, there was a change in the music, and everyone looked to the entrance area. Nikki's swagger was suddenly unable to contain her nervousness as the screen image changed to a photo of a boardroom. Nikki squinted her eyes as she knew what that meant.
Stephanie strode forward onto the stage, microphone in hand, clad in a two-tone purple dress that clung tightly to her figure. "Well, congratulations, champion," she boomed loudly over the booing. "You've made it to the very top. It's lonely up here, isn't it? That's because on your way there you had to climb over every other diva in the locker room. You stepped on toes, you made alliances, you broke them, you've made no shortage of enemies."
Nikki simply stared back, biting her lip, concerned for what was coming next.
"Now that you have your little celebration, did you wonder why no one is here to support you?"
Nikki had an answer for that and felt the need to respond confidently, "Well, Foxy's in LA for a fashion shoot." Stephanie smirked in response. "That's one of your teammates, but what about everyone else? What about your own sister?" Nikki had no response and the camera zoomed in on her nervous gulp.
"They know something you don't, and I think it's time we brought you up to speed. Sure, Charlotte couldn't make it for your match tonight, due to that unfortunate 'slip' in the locker room the other day, but that doesn't mean your title is safe. Tonight, it's up for grabs."
Nikki stared at Stephanie, trying to keep her composure, but her quavering voice gave away her concern, "Who is the challenger?"
Stephanie laughed again, a long laugh that seemed to Nikki to drag on forever. "Oh, that's just it. There is no challenger." "What?" "Any Diva who beats you in some way tonight, who is holding the belt when the show is over, is our new champion."
Anger flashed in Nikki's eyes as she objected. "That's now how the rules work, our contracts, the integrity of the" Stephanie chuckled again. "Rules? Contracts? Read the fine print. We do what's best for business. I'm the boss here. Now, you've had that title too long, it's time it was in play again. Oh, and, given the stakes and unusual circumstances, some of your old friends have come out of retirement to take a shot at you. Keep an eye out, and if I were you I'd suit up as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, here's your sister. I hope she still has your back."
Again the Bella colors and music dominated the screen, as Brie appeared on the stage behind Stephanie. Taking a minute to strike a pose or two, she confidently made her way to the ring. Nikki picked up the title belt from the table, and offered her sister a glass of champagne.
"Hi, Brie, I was worried about you when you didn't show up earlier," Nikki said, in her sweetest voice. "I'm sure you were, sis, but I'm here now." Nikki looked at her nervously. "Are we in this together? Team Bella?" Brie made her wait a moment, then pointed to the belt and said, "that belt is going home with a Bella tonight, no need to worry about that." The answer didn't seem to satisfy Nikki, but she couldn't afford to turn down a potential ally in the onslaught to come, especially her own sister.
PART 2
As Stephanie walked off the stage, the camera cut to the hallway, where, Aksana and Layla were checking the gear. "We haven't always seen eye to eye," Layla offered, "but one of us needs to take this title, and there are two Bella twins in that ring." Aksana smiled, "I will work with you, ugly Layla." Anger shot over Layla's features, but, without giving her time to react to the slight, Aksana smiled, and started to walk down the hallway. "Together. Let's go!"
The screens flashed and sultry saxophone music faded into 'Insatiable.'
Brie Bella stretched and prepared to meet her opponents. Nikki's eyes merely widened in concern and disbelief. "They can't come out now! I have to change! Stop! Let me get into my ring gear."
But Aksana and Layla were already charging down the ramp toward the ring. Nikki considered making a run outside of the ring, but she realized that the way Stephanie was rewriting the rules, it probably wouldn't matter where her opponents took the belt. She slipped off her high heeled shoes so she'd have better balance, and braced herself.
Aksana arrived at the ring first, and Brie went right for her, protecting her sister, but that meant that Layla made her way to the champion unhindered.
Nikki tried to dodge out of the way as Layla lunged at her. With her high heels off, she was considerably more agile than she had been moments ago, and she broke into a congratulatory smile, proud of the foresight she had had to remove them. Layla's initial lunge had missed, but she was far from finished with Nikki. She grabbed the ropes and turned herself around, hurling herself at the brunette again. Nikki managed to dodge her attack, applying a clothesline that knocked Layla to the ground.
Meanwhile, Brie was doing her best to subdue Aksana. Brie had put her on her knees and wrapped a leg around her shoulder to try to get her to submit. "There's no ref, no count, no tap outwe're going to fight until we get that belt," the Lithuanian wrestler said through a thick accent. Brie simply tightened her hold.
Nikki, straddling Layla and holding down her arms, realized that Aksana was right. They wouldn't be able to subdue every wrestler all night. They needed a way to finish this. "Brie!" she shouted, "How do we win this?" "You don't!" Layla replied, struggling. "I wasn't asking you," replied Nikki, pulling Layla back up to her feet before knocking her down again. She grabbed her opponent as if to roll her up. "There's no ref, and I'm not staying down!" Layla threatened. "I'm counting on it," the champion hissed in response.
Much to Layla's surprise, instead of pinning her, the champ used her legs to hold down her opponent's arms while letting her legs free in the air. At the risk of a knee to the face, Nikki went through with her plan. Instead of pinning Layla, she pulled off her pink shorts, revealing an off-white cotton thong. "No!" was able Layla was able to get out in response before Nikki grabbed her backside with one hand and slapped it repeatedly with the other, until her swinging knees became too much to control Then she dropped her to the mat again and climbed to her feet.
The tiny thong offered Layla little protection as Nikki grabbed her by the wrists and planted a hard knee between her thighs. As Layla bent over, Dazed, Nikki grabbed her top and tore it from her in one sweeping motion. Layla's considerable breasts bounced into sight. "You b*tch! You're stripping me!" Layla spat. "Smart thinking. That's why I'm the champ and you'reoh, that's right, you're retired. So why not take those saggy old tits and get back where you belong?"
"My tits are notI'll get you for this!" Layla charged at the champion, enraged. "Okay," said Nikki confidently, dodging her attack "remember, you asked for this!" With that, she reached behind her and caught the back of Layla's tiny thong. Within moments she was behind the Diva, pulling the puny garment into a painful-looking wedgie, which she held for an uncomfortably long time. A swift kick to the rear tore what was left of the thong and revealed Layla's trimmed patch of pubic hair. Just as Nikki hoped, this level of exposure set the diva to flight.
Any hope of winning the title literally stripped away, Layla ran up the ramp toward the locker rooms. Nikki turned her attention to her sister, who had managed to lose her advantage over Aksana.
PART 3
Aksana was standing over Brie, with her right boot pressing on the Bella's neck. Brie was trying with both hands to push the leg away from her, but she was failing. Aksana had turned her back on Nikki and Layla and probably assumed the champion was still grappling with her companion. This allowed Nikki the chance to approach Aksana unnoticed. Grabbing a handful of the wrestler's pants, she started to pull them down.
Aksana's jaw dropped as she felt the breeze on her backside, and her hands immediately grabbed the waist of her pants in a futile attempt to keep them up. Since her pants were quite sturdy and covered her completely, she had never considered that she'd need to choose her panties carefully with her ring gear. As her pink cotton panties, embroidered with roses, came into view, a cheer came up from the crowd. Seeing an opportunity, Nikki stopped trying to push Aksana's leg away, and instead grabbed as high up as she could on her pants and pulled down.
The Bella's actions had the desired effect. Aksana put her foot on the ground to steady herself, and Brie was free to strip her panties off, while Nikki grabbed the full-cut panties and pulled them up sharply, causing Aksana to let out a high-pitched moan.
Brie got to her feet, slapped Aksana's face, and grabbed the lace of the corset-like top Aksana was wearing. In very little time, she had pulled the lace out, and removed the top. Aksana, still suffering from the wedgie Nikki was giving her, was too dazed from the smack to stop her. Brie took her opponent's wrists and pulled her toward the ropes. Aksana broke free for a moment, and using her hands to cover herself, tried to run out of the ring, ignoring that her escape tore her panties, still being held by Nikki, clean off.
Content to have beaten another foe, Nikki merely pointed and laughed as she made her retreat. But Brie wasn't ready to forgive the boot on her throat yet. "Where do you think you're going?" she said ominously, blocking her path. In no time, she had balanced Aksana bent over the top rope and was spanking her backside with smacks that resounded throughout the arena. "Spank spank spank spank spank," the crowd chanted, while the "Smack! Smack! Smack!" of Brie's hand against the bulging buttocks in front of it seemed to punctuate their cries. Aksana's tears caused her eyeliner to drip down her cheeks, and she whined aloud. "Why do I _always_ get spanked!?!" "I think it's in your contract," Brie joked, continuing her assault.
Nikki spun around as the screens flashed and the song "Amazing" came on. Brie was still punishing Aksana as Nikki steeled herself for a tougher competitor: Naomi.
PART 4
Luckily for Nikki, Naomi came out alone. Her sister was too distracted to help her. She'd have to face this amazingly athletic opponent by herself, it seemed. Naomi climbed on to the apron and bounded over the ropes in a single leap and announced, "Hey champ! I'm here to dethrone you." Nikki bit her lip, concerned, as she tried to maneuver herself to take Naomi down. If she just undressed her like Layla, maybe she'd leave the ring.
Naomi and Nikki circled one another, looking for an opening. Each understood the danger in underestimating her opponent. Now that she thought about it, Nikki was amazed she'd managed to keep her party dress on. It had a small tear here and there, but no one had removed it from her body. She'd have to move with caution if she intended to keep that up. Suddenly, Naomi closed the distance and executed a dropkick that brought her to the ropes.
While there could be an advantage to touching the ropes in a formal match with a ref, in this free-for-all-there'd be no telling what Naomi would use them for. Nikki was winded from a boot in the solar plexus, but she knew she had to recover and take control of this fight. When Naomi approached, she planted a kick in her gut, then climbed to her feet and prepared for a piledriver. But this one was going to be different. As she lifted the most athletic diva on the roster, Nikki put her fingers out, keeping them together for strength, aiming to catch the waistband of her opponent's shorts.
This was the first time she had tried the maneuver, but it was a stunning success. Naomi crashed to the ground, and Nikki was left holding her shorts. She was as surprised as the audience members to find out that Naomi had gone commando under her ring gear, but then she thought that those shorts did fit very tight.
For her part, it took a moment to register, but then Naomi shrieked, climbing to her feet. She paused to shake her finger at a nervous champion. "You didn't just do that! Now I'm gonna have to kick your ass!" This wasn't the reaction Nikki expected or hoped for. The anger over her embarrassment seemed to make Naomi even more determined. Nikki tried to lunge at her, but Naomi wasn't there. She had thrown herself against the ropes on the other side of the ring.
Nikki's off-balance momentum played right into Naomi's plans, as she was caught with a Naomi's signature technique, the 'rear view,' albeit a very rare, bare-assed version. "You wanted my shorts off?" Naomi taunted, "You wanted to see my ass so badly? I'll show you." She positioned a dazed Nikki in the corner, and after a little twerk for the audience, she backed into a stinkface. A stinkface that lasted for about 45 seconds, but seemed a lifetime to the divas champion.
At this point, Brie realized her sister was in trouble. She tossed Aksana out of the ring, and came at Naomi. For her part, Aksana wanted to be out of the ring the minute her clothes came off, but Brie had pushed the issue. Still, her desire for clothes and an ice pack for her swollen, red, bottom outweighed her desire for revenge. This was lucky for Brie, because the stinkface maneuver made it impossible to sneak up on Naomi, who moved forward to challenge her.
Nikki was still dazed, sitting in the corner when Brie and Naomi clashed. A new sound roused her to regain her feet. A scream, followed by driving metal music. Nikki turned her eyes, worriedly, toward the ramp to confirm her worst fears. As she expected, Paige was strolling down the ramp removing and dropping a leather jacket, after taking a casual swat at the passing Aksana's red behind. Nikki was dazed, out of breath, and in no shape to challenge the former champion. "I have to go on. This is what being a champion is all about--meeting all comers," she thought, as she struggled to climb to her feet again. Her inner monologue was interrupted by a loud scream. "Raaaaaar! This is my house!"
PART 5
Naomi was thrown off-balance by Brie's charge, and fell to the mats. As Brie tried to capitalize on it, however, Naomi stunned her with a knee in the crotch, and started to pull her red pants off revealing a sporty white thong. "Girl, you need to stop wearing your husband's underwear." "Butthey're women's performance sportswear! Designed for me by Nike!" Brie responded. A dismissive, "Mmmm-hmmm," was Naomi's reply.
A countdown appeared on the screen, similar to the "Bellatron" countdown Nikki had been using, but it counted down the minutes until the show was over and whoever was holding the title belt was the new Divas champion. Paige smiled. Once she took the title, she wouldn't have to defend it long. But first, she'd have to beat Nikki.
She entered the ring hastily, pointed at Nikki for a second, and made her way directly to the champ, who was hastily standing up and seemed a bit unsteady. Paige approached confidently, so Nikki took the opportunity to grab her and knee her in the groin in an attempt to take control of the situation. The scene turned into so much Chaos, it was hard for the different camera angles to capture it. Naomi had torn Brie's pants right off, a task no doubt made easier by the fact that they had horizontal rips all the way down the legs. Brie had kept the white thong Naomi had mocked, and was in the process of pulling off Naomi's top.
With Paige suitably stunned, Nikki grabbed a hold on her top. Paige tried to hold Nikki's hand back with one hand, while the other went for the top of the champ's dress. Paige managed to place her knee between them and leverage them apart, but the result was disastrous for both of them. Nikki had torn off Paige's top, and her own dress had a large tear that revealed all of her right breast and then some.
The divas recovered from this event each in her own way. Nikki stood confidently, arrogantly with her hands on her hip, as if she didn't care that one of her large breasts was hanging out of her dress. Paige, however, in a complete change of character, recoiled and covered up, blushing notably. Nikki, tired and defeated by Naomi only moments ago, was now back in top form, energized, or so it seemed, by the chance to humiliate her lesser. She taunted in her sassiest voice, "What's the matter, Paige? Think the people won't want you as champion once they see what's under that padded push-up bra you wear? Why don't you show the WWE nation? Why'd you rip my top? Want to see what the tits of a champion look like?" Too flustered for a comeback, Paige muttered, "Tits of a fat cow, more like!" as she took a swing at Nikki, catching her off-guard in her self-satisfaction.
At this point, the fight between Naomi and Brie had progressed to the point where the former had the latter in a submission hold, her leg being stretched in a most uncomfortable manner. Brie, for her part, was slapping Naomi's backside, which was right in front of her, to little effect. Finally, she leaned her head forward and gave it a bite. Naomi jumped to her feet, shrieking, "you're crazy!" Brie got up and hit her with a punch that sent her to the mat, then turned to help her sister.
This was a little late for Nikki, as Paige had taken advantage of the stun her punch had effected, and was in the process of tearing off Nikki's dress. When the frilly party gown was on a heap on the floor, Paige looked at the still-stunned Nikki, and was at a loss for words--except for, in her British accent, "Bunnies? Really?" Nikki hadn't planned on anyone looking at her panties tonight, and it was time to do the laundry, so she was wearing a pair she had gotten as a gag gift from Foxy. Pink with small yellow polka dots, fluffy white bunnies, and, written across the back, "Fearless."
Naomi recovered a little, but decided to roll off the apron and get out of here, as things had not gone her way. That left Paige in the ring with two very angry Bella twins. "Well, let's see what kind of panties YOU'RE wearing, Little Miss 'This is my House.'"
Cracking a huge smile, Paige started to say, "Well, good luck with th-" but was cut off as Brie grabbed her in a bearhug from behind. Paige struggled to peel Bries hands off of her, to no avail. Nikki proceeded to pull down the short black shorts, pulling the fishnet tights with them as she did. Gradually, a pair of purple panties emblazoned with a cartoon skull came into view. "Aaaaaaarrr!" yelled Paige, feeling impotent and exposed.
PART 6
Paige decided to try an old standby to get out of this one: she stomped on Brie's foot. Brie loosened her grip a little, and Paige, turning, caught her with an elbow to the jaw. She tried to kick Nikki, forgetting her shorts were stuck around her knees. In doing so, she almost lost her balance, but the force ripped the shorts and gathered tights in half. She wouldn't be wearing pants for the rest of this episode, she thought, but at least her legs were free.
She gave Nikki a forceful headbutt, then turned Brie around before she recovered from the elbow. "You're concerned about my underwear? Really?" Paige taunted as she grabbed Nikki's small thong and stretched it skyward. "You know what they say about people who live in glass houses, Brie?" She punctuated her question by slapping Brie's backside with enough force to watch in redden immediately, but then delivered several others, screaming "This is MY house!!!!"
To Brie's chagrin, Paige then pulled back on the thong so hard that it came off on her hand. She finished Brie with a kick to the rear that sent her sprawling to the mat, and turned her attention back to Nikki, who had recovered and might be ready for a fight.
"You little British brat You don't do that to a Bella and get away with it." "Well," Paige replied, "your sister couldn't stop me, and neither can you. You won't be 'fearless' by the time I'm done with you." Hitting her with a swift knee in the crotch, she stunned Nikki again. This time, she grabbed her by her hair. "I think your little celebration was premature, my dear. But at least try the cake!" The crowd went wild.
Forcing her with one hand on her hair and the other at the back of her panties, she led Nikki to the table with the cake. Pushing her head down and leveraging a knee to help things along, she smashed' Nikki's face down into the cake. Dipping the hand that was on her head into the icing and putting a bit in her mouth, she said, "Tasty. I hear fat kids like you love it! Why not have some more?"
She pushed Nikki's face into the cake another time, this time hard enough that she felt comfortable letting go of her hair for a moment and switching the hand on her underwear. She wedgied the pink bunny panties high, and delivered some resounding spanks with her right hand. Nikki picked up her face from the cake for a moment, moaned, then collapsed back into it.
"Oh, no, fatassyou don't get out of it that way, you have to be conscious What was it you like to call people, you and your sister? Losers? Well, yeah, today I'm proving that's what you are. Not even your twin magic can save you fromhey, now,what's this?" Paige had spotted where Nikki had quickly hidden the title belt when she knew she'd have to fight for it. It was flat, slid under the edge of the cake pan, but part of it was sticking out. Paige smiled, "It may not feel like it, porky bella, but today's your lucky day."
To louder cheers than before, Paige grabbed Nikki's panties and pulled them down to her thighs, pushing her head back into the case to prevent whatever resistance might be coming. This was unnecessary; Nikki had used up her last ounce of fight by the time she landed in the cake. Paige picked up the belt and continued, "Years from now, if someone asks how it felt when I took the title from you, you'll tell them it made 'quite an impression.' Now squeal for me!" Paige started smacking Nikki's bare ass with the belt. If it was fair to say all the fight had gone out of the champion, she got a new burst of energy. After about five hard slaps with the belt, she decided to make a run for it.
"No you don't" said Paige, clocking her with a fist. "You have to stay here, and at least watch me become champion." Paige looked up at the clock, and saw just a few more minutes until she would be declared the winner. She slumped Nikki up in the corner, against the turnbuckle Naomi had put her against.
Paige held the belt up over her head, seemingly no longer concerned about her exposed breasts, and shouted, "THIS IS MY HOUSE!"
PART 7
Paige stood triumphantly to the cheers of the fans, but then suddenly the crowd quieted downas she turned her head to see why, she heard the strains of "Let's Light it Up," coming over the speakers. "oh, no," she said out loud, "it couldn't befuck!" That last syllable was censored for the TV audience, as the camera panned away from Paige and to AJ Lee skipping down the ramp, with a microphone. She was wearing an ensemble with black jean cutoffs, a black half-shirt showing a ribcage and heart, and red accessories. Her hair was in a pair of low pigtails, and she was wearing a little more makeup than she typically did for a match. Her face seemed frozen in a huge grin, and she had an intense look in her eye that was frighteningly familiar to divas who had wrestled her.
"Paige, Paige, Paige. I've gotta give it to you. Somehow, you thought you were going to be the champion at the end of this. That's so adorable that you'd think that much of yourself, that it's all about you. But I know, and so does everyone else, that you're no champion."
"I took the title from YOU," Paige defended, lowering her arms and holding the belt close to herself. A slight quiver in her voice and her body language showed that she was nervous now.
"I let you have it for a while" AJ continued, skipping toward the ring casually, "You were myplaceholder while I took a short vacation. But you made a huge mess of it, letting this Bella cow break my record. Now I'm back for what's rightfully mine." AJ grinned at how flustered she'd made Paige, then added, "Nice panties, by the way."
Paige looked down and held her hands and the belt in front of herself as her elation with winning the title had been stripped away and her realization that her clothes also had been stripped away suddenly returned to dominate her consciousness. She stiffened up her posture a little to deliver a response, for the sake of her honor, but failed to achieve anything resembling AJ's bravado, because she was left tired and vulnerable from the effort it had taken to overcome both Bella twins. Still, she spoke out, in her best attempt at a confident tone: "Go back to wherever you've been the last year. This title's mine and I'm keeping it."
AJ skipped right up to the ring, putting down her hand mic now that the overhead microphone could pick up her voice. "Oh, poor, deluded, flat-chested Paige." "Hey, I'm not--" AJ cut her off, "Deluded? Oh, you certainly are. And just like Nikki, lying over there with her face covered in cake and her big butt glowing from a good spanking like a bad kid on her birthday, it seems you might have started celebrating a little too early. This isn't over." AJ climbed into the ring, put one foot on the prone Brie's backside, sending her rolling out of the ring with a slow but firm kick, and walked over to Nikki. Paige was circling, clinging to the title belt, trying to predict what AJ would do, but she was tired from fighting the Bellas, and in no hurry to initiate contact. AJ dipped a finger in the icing on Nikki's face and tasted it. "Tastes like defeat," she laughed, "something you 'Total Divas' are going to become even more intimately familiar with. Shall the new revolution start with you, Paige?"
Paige's skin was nearly in goosebumps in anticipation of what was to come. AJ was a formidable opponent any day, but after taking down the Bellas, Paige wasn't ready for any more action. She steeled herself, and put the belt on the ground by her feet. AJ looked at the title like an old friend, but everyone knew the rules Stephanie had set out for this evening--you'd have to beat the current title holder in some way in order to be champion, and right now, that would be Paige.
PART 8
Paige knew she couldn't put this off any longer, so, tired as she was, she took the initiative and lunged at AJ, who rewarded her for her efforts with a clothesline. Paige started to get up quickly, but AJ got behind her and grabbed her hair, turning as she did so she had leverage over Page's arm, and bent her backwards not unlike a violent version of a dip while dancing.
Paige was being tossed like a ragdoll. In spite of her efforts, AJ had complete control of the situation. Normally, Paige would have been tapping out from the pain of this hold, but there was no ref to acknowledge if she did, so AJ held her, and smiled. "Paige, if you do what I say, I'm going to let you leave this ring with your panties intact. You want that, don't you? From what I hear, you're weird about keeping them on all the time in the locker room. I bet the fans want to know why." Paige moaned. "I'll take that as consent. You're going to do three things for me, then I'll let you walk out of this ring with your dignity intact. Well, at least a small part of it."
Paige seemed to nod as much as she could with AJ gripping the back of her hair. "OK, repeat after me. 'I'm Paige, a huge loser, and not as good as AJ. AJ deserves this title and I do not. I promise not to challenge for it until she's taken the championship record back.' Now you say it."
The camera zoomed in on Paige as she clearly didn't want to play this game. But AJ leveraged both her arm and her hair a bit more, and Paige's mouth started to move, almost involuntarily, and halting in great pain. "I'm Paigea hugeloser. AJ deserves this, I don't. I won't challenge her until she beats the--record."
"See, you are good for something," AJ smiled, releasing the hold on Paige before grabbing her hair again. "Secondly, I want you to have a seat with your girlfriend Nikki over here." She sat Paige down in the corner, in front of the barely conscious Nikki. "Good. Now pucker up." AJ assumed the position of a stinkface. "I want to feel your lips kissing it. You need to know where you stand when a real champion comes around."
Paige might or might not have kissed AJ's backside. Any discussion of the matter would be purely academic, since AJ thrust it into her face roughly. Paige was trapped between Nikki and AJ like the meat in a sandwich she would never have ordered. But even after literally rubbing her face in it, or vice-versa, AJ wasn't done. She grabbed Paige's hair and pulled her up to her knees, turning her around so she was on all fours facing Nikki.
"Now that you've kissed a real champion, I want to see you kiss the fake one. On the lips." AJ encouraged Paige to kiss Nikki by pulling her hair in that direction. Paige resented this as much as she assumed Nikki did, but she had a plan. She kissed Nikki passionately. Nikki's eyes opened wide with surprise and disapproval at someone who was her enemy moments ago kissing her sosexually. "Now, isn't that cute? I seem to have unearthed some feelings in our dark little pixie of the night that no one knew she had for fatass glamour woman here."
As Paige predicted, AJ let go of her hair and backed off a bit to let Paige have her way with Nikki. When she turned to the audience to point at what was going on, Paige whispered, "Come on, get up, let's get her." Paige jumped to her feet as quickly as possible, and AJ was ready, rushing her. But she didn't count on a reinvigorated Nikki pushing her through when Paige dodged, so that she would up bent over the top rope, balancing on her toes. Nikki quickly leapt out of the ring to grab her arms, while Paige reached around and undid the belt that held her shorts up. Things had changed very abruptly for AJ, and she needed to find a way to break free and deal with this unusual team-up.
PART 9
"Well," said Paige, smarmily, "Let's see what you have onwaitwaitwhat? Why do youhow do you even wear such frilly panties under these tight little shorts?" Paige took a fistful of the yellow, lace-frilled panties at the back and pulled up sharply, wedging the silly garment into AJ's nether regions with gusto. AJ simply gasped and looked on with outrage. But Paige was far from finished with her revenge. She held the wedgied panties in one hand and delivered a series of smacks to AJ's backside until it was nearly glowing red. AJ whined and sobbed, but Nikki was content to hold her hands over the ropes as Paige punished her. Helping humiliate such a bitter rival was fun, and perhaps another opportunity to sn*tch the title would present itself once AJ was out of the way.
AJ, for her part, could barely think of anything but the screaming pain from her backside. She had, up until this point, been keeping her shorts up around her knees by stretching her legs out. She realized, though, that these would prevent a liability if she ever got a chance to make her move, so she let them drop, and kicked them away. Why did she wear such silly panties tonight, she wondered. She had never intended to get stripped, that was the short answer, she told herself. But here she was, with a swollen, red behind and a pair of yellow frilly panties wedgied up her butt. Unacceptable.
Unable to break Nikki's grip, she bent her hands until she got hold of the bottom rope. As Nikki moved into to tear her hands away from it, AJ headbutted her and she dropped to the floor. Using the leverage she had holding the rope for balance, she picked up both feet and planted a double kick, one foot hitting Paige's thigh and another in her crotch. Paige doubled over in pain as she fell back a few steps, tearing the yellow panties right off of AJ. AJ didn't know whether to be embarrassed to have lost her panties or pleased since they were so embarrassing, but she had no time to think of that now; she ignored that her carefully groomed strip of hair and lower lips were on display to thousands. In moments, she was on her feet, and in control of the situation again. Her gait took on a semblance of her accustomed skip as she made her way to the raven-haired diva, still bent over in pain and shock from the force of her kick. She nearly cracked a smile.
Grabbing Paige by the back of the hair, she dragged her over to the Nikki's cake. "Remember when I said Nikki's icing tastes like defeat? Open wide. Don't like it? You'll get used to it", AJ taunted while shoving Paige's face into the victory cake. Paige flailed her arms about to no avail as AJ repeatedly plopped her face back into the cake and let her come up for air. "This is fun, I should have done it soonerbutsince you were so interested in getting my panties off me, I think it's time for a little turnabout." Paige tried to shriek, but it was muffled as her face went into the cake one more time. By the time she managed to come up for a breath, AJ was dangling her panties from an outstretched finger. She looked down and grinned, "Oh, my Paigedon't worryI know the number of a good landscaper, he'll fix you right up."
At that point, Paige tried to take a swing, but AJ still had a hand in her hair and showed her who was boss. Again, the sickly-sweet icing filled her mouth and smothered her nose. "You gave me quite the spanking beforeperhaps I should return the favor." Letting the pink skull panties drop to the ground, AJ proceeded to redden Paige's backside. When the British diva could take no more, she collapsed in a heap under the table with the cake. "I was finished with you anyway," AJ said, picking up the belt and holding it to her face as if to kiss it. "Yes, baby, mommy's back," she said to it quietly, then, turning to the crowd, she addressed them. "I'm sorry I've been away so longbut in that time, you seem to have forgotten what a real champion looks like. I'm here to remind you. I'll be taking my title now. There are only a few minutes left in the event."
PART 10
AJ turned to leave the ring, when the tron lit up and "Welcome to the Queendom" started playing. "Crap," she said out loud, worrying for a moment about any children who might have been watching until she remembered the entire content of this event, "What could she want?"
Sure enough, Stephanie took the stage, microphone in hand. "AJ..AJ? Just stay right there, don't go anywhere." AJ eyed Stephanie suspiciously as she walked down the ramp toward the ring. "Nice job you did there. Paige, lying under the table, face covered in icing, butt spanked so red you might even say it glows, utterly humiliated, her most intimate secrets revealed to the world. And now you have the title."
AJ took a few steps back instinctively as Stephanie climbed into the ring. She became even more concerned when she noticed that Stephanie had removed her earrings and shoes since her last appearance. "But you're not the one who gets to say when this show is over," the heiress continued, "It's MY call when this show is over. And we need to talk." AJ looked around to make certain Stephanie wasn't going to have her attacked from behind. That was a mistake. Stephanie lunged for her.
Luckily for AJ, she managed to dodge, dropping the belt to the floor, but coming up behind Stephanie, she managed to take hold of her dress. For a moment the crowd saw a flash of a simple, white cotton pair of panties and a matching bra. But AJ worked fast and soon had her opponent in a submission hold. The crowd went wile seeing a rebel like AJ dominate such an authority figure, but soon AJ's grin and their cheers faded. Few divas in the locker room could break a hold by AJ, and fewer could escape her on force alone, but that is exactly what Stephanie did, pushing back with her leg until AJ could no longer keep her grip on her arms.
Stephanie climbed to her feet. "You shouldn't have done that," she said. "Yeah?" AJ responded cockily, "Why not?" "Because you forgot something important. I'm your boss." "See how much that helps when I pin you until the end of the show, then take my title." "Oh, I'm not going to fire you if you ebat me, AJyou forget that as your boss, I know all of your deepest secrets."
With that, she lunged for AJ. Again, the more agile AJ got her body out of her opponent's path with ease, but, to her chagrin, Stephanie was holding her shirt.
AJ crossed her arms over her bra while Stephanie waved the shirt high in the air. "Anybody want to know a secret?" The audience response was mixed. Clearly everyone was curious, but AJ also had many sympathizers. "As you likely know, some of our divas have beensurgically enhanced. But not AJ here. Nope, she didn't want to go under the knifethat's why." Throwing her shirt on the ground, Stephanie grabbed AJ and pulled one of her hands away from her breasts. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a white foam rubber pad, and threw it to the ground. Then she took out the other one, and held it aloft for the cameras to focus on.
There might have been many AJ sympathizers in the crowd, but the laughter was still unbearable. She turned as if to leave the ring. "You're going nowhere," Stephanie ordered, grabbing the band of her bra and snapping it open. Her small breasts with tiny, cherry-like nipples were now on display for the live and TV audiences. Thinking about this, AJ was suddenly filled with such rage that it overcame her embarrassment. AJ took a wild swing at Stephanie; had she been in control of her emotions, she would have known that there was little chance such an attack could land on such an experienced wrestler. But, more to the point, she would have known how much advantage she gave her by extending her arm in the missed punch.
Stephanie grabbed the arm, twisted it behind AJ's back, and led her over to the table. "I think it's time you taste the defeat you showed Paige." With that, Stephanie leveraged her into the cake. "Do you like the taste? You've been defeated." Stephanie spanked her around a dozen times with her bare hand, then picked up the title belt and delivered two more. Holding up the title, she declared, "This event is now over and whoever is holding the title is now its owner. Oh, look, I happen to have it. I guess that makes me champion."
Slinging the belt over her shoulder, she applied a kick to the glowing backside of the prone Paige, "My house, my rules. Get it, limey?" She also landed a kick on AJ's sore backside before leaving the ring. AJ couldn't believe what transpired, but Paige, and Nikki had both felt the same way earlier in the evening. It seemed Stephanie had won the title, for now. But there were many divas who were hoping for revenge.
This is a story about what could have happened when Nikki Bella had her championship celebration cake. We all know what actually happened; a little ended up on Brie and on Foxy. But this is a bit of a WAM/Wrestling story. Everyone at the time wanted me to pick their favorite divas, but Used use the Bellas, Paige, and AJ, Naomi, Aksana, Layla, and Stephanie because that's who I wanted.
Illustrations are here: https://www.deviantart.com/myds6/gallery/56265342/Wrestling
(The following is a work of satirical fanfiction. The satiric intention is obvious in all the slapstick humor and the subtle critique of character gimmicks. The characters, events, etc. belong to the WWE. No copyright infringement is intended.)
PART 1
Cheers and boos were heard in equal measure as the Bellas entrance music played. On the screen, the "Bellatron" countdown appeared, and exploded into graphics of fireworks. Clad in an asymmetrical, knee-length cocktail dress, the triumphant champion made her way to the ring, where a celebration was prepared in her honor. On the table was an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne, a large cake congratulating her on her championship record, and her title belt.
Nikki hid her confused look, and put on the face of a dauntless champion as she climbed into the ring. She was confused, though. The arena was packed, her celebration was in the main ring, but where was everyone? Hiding her concern, she picked up a champagne flute and held it up as a toast. Smirking with all her apparent confidence, she spoke into the microphone that was hovering over the ring.
"Well, here I AM. The longest-reigning divas champion. I'm here because of fearlessness, determination, and Bella superiority. This is a toast to all of them who said I couldn't make it. Those who dared proclaim I wasn't worthy of the title of Diva. The revolution began with me, and it ends here, with my championship. Sorry to those that weren't woman enough to keep the titlePaige, Naomi, poor Charlotte. I'm really sorry that she couldn't be here tonight after that unfortunate accident last week. But Charlotte, I hope you're watching from the hospital. Here I am. Still the champion."
Suddenly, there was a change in the music, and everyone looked to the entrance area. Nikki's swagger was suddenly unable to contain her nervousness as the screen image changed to a photo of a boardroom. Nikki squinted her eyes as she knew what that meant.
Stephanie strode forward onto the stage, microphone in hand, clad in a two-tone purple dress that clung tightly to her figure. "Well, congratulations, champion," she boomed loudly over the booing. "You've made it to the very top. It's lonely up here, isn't it? That's because on your way there you had to climb over every other diva in the locker room. You stepped on toes, you made alliances, you broke them, you've made no shortage of enemies."
Nikki simply stared back, biting her lip, concerned for what was coming next.
"Now that you have your little celebration, did you wonder why no one is here to support you?"
Nikki had an answer for that and felt the need to respond confidently, "Well, Foxy's in LA for a fashion shoot." Stephanie smirked in response. "That's one of your teammates, but what about everyone else? What about your own sister?" Nikki had no response and the camera zoomed in on her nervous gulp.
"They know something you don't, and I think it's time we brought you up to speed. Sure, Charlotte couldn't make it for your match tonight, due to that unfortunate 'slip' in the locker room the other day, but that doesn't mean your title is safe. Tonight, it's up for grabs."
Nikki stared at Stephanie, trying to keep her composure, but her quavering voice gave away her concern, "Who is the challenger?"
Stephanie laughed again, a long laugh that seemed to Nikki to drag on forever. "Oh, that's just it. There is no challenger." "What?" "Any Diva who beats you in some way tonight, who is holding the belt when the show is over, is our new champion."
Anger flashed in Nikki's eyes as she objected. "That's now how the rules work, our contracts, the integrity of the" Stephanie chuckled again. "Rules? Contracts? Read the fine print. We do what's best for business. I'm the boss here. Now, you've had that title too long, it's time it was in play again. Oh, and, given the stakes and unusual circumstances, some of your old friends have come out of retirement to take a shot at you. Keep an eye out, and if I were you I'd suit up as soon as possible. Oh, by the way, here's your sister. I hope she still has your back."
Again the Bella colors and music dominated the screen, as Brie appeared on the stage behind Stephanie. Taking a minute to strike a pose or two, she confidently made her way to the ring. Nikki picked up the title belt from the table, and offered her sister a glass of champagne.
"Hi, Brie, I was worried about you when you didn't show up earlier," Nikki said, in her sweetest voice. "I'm sure you were, sis, but I'm here now." Nikki looked at her nervously. "Are we in this together? Team Bella?" Brie made her wait a moment, then pointed to the belt and said, "that belt is going home with a Bella tonight, no need to worry about that." The answer didn't seem to satisfy Nikki, but she couldn't afford to turn down a potential ally in the onslaught to come, especially her own sister.
PART 2
As Stephanie walked off the stage, the camera cut to the hallway, where, Aksana and Layla were checking the gear. "We haven't always seen eye to eye," Layla offered, "but one of us needs to take this title, and there are two Bella twins in that ring." Aksana smiled, "I will work with you, ugly Layla." Anger shot over Layla's features, but, without giving her time to react to the slight, Aksana smiled, and started to walk down the hallway. "Together. Let's go!"
The screens flashed and sultry saxophone music faded into 'Insatiable.'
Brie Bella stretched and prepared to meet her opponents. Nikki's eyes merely widened in concern and disbelief. "They can't come out now! I have to change! Stop! Let me get into my ring gear."
But Aksana and Layla were already charging down the ramp toward the ring. Nikki considered making a run outside of the ring, but she realized that the way Stephanie was rewriting the rules, it probably wouldn't matter where her opponents took the belt. She slipped off her high heeled shoes so she'd have better balance, and braced herself.
Aksana arrived at the ring first, and Brie went right for her, protecting her sister, but that meant that Layla made her way to the champion unhindered.
Nikki tried to dodge out of the way as Layla lunged at her. With her high heels off, she was considerably more agile than she had been moments ago, and she broke into a congratulatory smile, proud of the foresight she had had to remove them. Layla's initial lunge had missed, but she was far from finished with Nikki. She grabbed the ropes and turned herself around, hurling herself at the brunette again. Nikki managed to dodge her attack, applying a clothesline that knocked Layla to the ground.
Meanwhile, Brie was doing her best to subdue Aksana. Brie had put her on her knees and wrapped a leg around her shoulder to try to get her to submit. "There's no ref, no count, no tap outwe're going to fight until we get that belt," the Lithuanian wrestler said through a thick accent. Brie simply tightened her hold.
Nikki, straddling Layla and holding down her arms, realized that Aksana was right. They wouldn't be able to subdue every wrestler all night. They needed a way to finish this. "Brie!" she shouted, "How do we win this?" "You don't!" Layla replied, struggling. "I wasn't asking you," replied Nikki, pulling Layla back up to her feet before knocking her down again. She grabbed her opponent as if to roll her up. "There's no ref, and I'm not staying down!" Layla threatened. "I'm counting on it," the champion hissed in response.
Much to Layla's surprise, instead of pinning her, the champ used her legs to hold down her opponent's arms while letting her legs free in the air. At the risk of a knee to the face, Nikki went through with her plan. Instead of pinning Layla, she pulled off her pink shorts, revealing an off-white cotton thong. "No!" was able Layla was able to get out in response before Nikki grabbed her backside with one hand and slapped it repeatedly with the other, until her swinging knees became too much to control Then she dropped her to the mat again and climbed to her feet.
The tiny thong offered Layla little protection as Nikki grabbed her by the wrists and planted a hard knee between her thighs. As Layla bent over, Dazed, Nikki grabbed her top and tore it from her in one sweeping motion. Layla's considerable breasts bounced into sight. "You b*tch! You're stripping me!" Layla spat. "Smart thinking. That's why I'm the champ and you'reoh, that's right, you're retired. So why not take those saggy old tits and get back where you belong?"
"My tits are notI'll get you for this!" Layla charged at the champion, enraged. "Okay," said Nikki confidently, dodging her attack "remember, you asked for this!" With that, she reached behind her and caught the back of Layla's tiny thong. Within moments she was behind the Diva, pulling the puny garment into a painful-looking wedgie, which she held for an uncomfortably long time. A swift kick to the rear tore what was left of the thong and revealed Layla's trimmed patch of pubic hair. Just as Nikki hoped, this level of exposure set the diva to flight.
Any hope of winning the title literally stripped away, Layla ran up the ramp toward the locker rooms. Nikki turned her attention to her sister, who had managed to lose her advantage over Aksana.
PART 3
Aksana was standing over Brie, with her right boot pressing on the Bella's neck. Brie was trying with both hands to push the leg away from her, but she was failing. Aksana had turned her back on Nikki and Layla and probably assumed the champion was still grappling with her companion. This allowed Nikki the chance to approach Aksana unnoticed. Grabbing a handful of the wrestler's pants, she started to pull them down.
Aksana's jaw dropped as she felt the breeze on her backside, and her hands immediately grabbed the waist of her pants in a futile attempt to keep them up. Since her pants were quite sturdy and covered her completely, she had never considered that she'd need to choose her panties carefully with her ring gear. As her pink cotton panties, embroidered with roses, came into view, a cheer came up from the crowd. Seeing an opportunity, Nikki stopped trying to push Aksana's leg away, and instead grabbed as high up as she could on her pants and pulled down.
The Bella's actions had the desired effect. Aksana put her foot on the ground to steady herself, and Brie was free to strip her panties off, while Nikki grabbed the full-cut panties and pulled them up sharply, causing Aksana to let out a high-pitched moan.
Brie got to her feet, slapped Aksana's face, and grabbed the lace of the corset-like top Aksana was wearing. In very little time, she had pulled the lace out, and removed the top. Aksana, still suffering from the wedgie Nikki was giving her, was too dazed from the smack to stop her. Brie took her opponent's wrists and pulled her toward the ropes. Aksana broke free for a moment, and using her hands to cover herself, tried to run out of the ring, ignoring that her escape tore her panties, still being held by Nikki, clean off.
Content to have beaten another foe, Nikki merely pointed and laughed as she made her retreat. But Brie wasn't ready to forgive the boot on her throat yet. "Where do you think you're going?" she said ominously, blocking her path. In no time, she had balanced Aksana bent over the top rope and was spanking her backside with smacks that resounded throughout the arena. "Spank spank spank spank spank," the crowd chanted, while the "Smack! Smack! Smack!" of Brie's hand against the bulging buttocks in front of it seemed to punctuate their cries. Aksana's tears caused her eyeliner to drip down her cheeks, and she whined aloud. "Why do I _always_ get spanked!?!" "I think it's in your contract," Brie joked, continuing her assault.
Nikki spun around as the screens flashed and the song "Amazing" came on. Brie was still punishing Aksana as Nikki steeled herself for a tougher competitor: Naomi.
PART 4
Luckily for Nikki, Naomi came out alone. Her sister was too distracted to help her. She'd have to face this amazingly athletic opponent by herself, it seemed. Naomi climbed on to the apron and bounded over the ropes in a single leap and announced, "Hey champ! I'm here to dethrone you." Nikki bit her lip, concerned, as she tried to maneuver herself to take Naomi down. If she just undressed her like Layla, maybe she'd leave the ring.
Naomi and Nikki circled one another, looking for an opening. Each understood the danger in underestimating her opponent. Now that she thought about it, Nikki was amazed she'd managed to keep her party dress on. It had a small tear here and there, but no one had removed it from her body. She'd have to move with caution if she intended to keep that up. Suddenly, Naomi closed the distance and executed a dropkick that brought her to the ropes.
While there could be an advantage to touching the ropes in a formal match with a ref, in this free-for-all-there'd be no telling what Naomi would use them for. Nikki was winded from a boot in the solar plexus, but she knew she had to recover and take control of this fight. When Naomi approached, she planted a kick in her gut, then climbed to her feet and prepared for a piledriver. But this one was going to be different. As she lifted the most athletic diva on the roster, Nikki put her fingers out, keeping them together for strength, aiming to catch the waistband of her opponent's shorts.
This was the first time she had tried the maneuver, but it was a stunning success. Naomi crashed to the ground, and Nikki was left holding her shorts. She was as surprised as the audience members to find out that Naomi had gone commando under her ring gear, but then she thought that those shorts did fit very tight.
For her part, it took a moment to register, but then Naomi shrieked, climbing to her feet. She paused to shake her finger at a nervous champion. "You didn't just do that! Now I'm gonna have to kick your ass!" This wasn't the reaction Nikki expected or hoped for. The anger over her embarrassment seemed to make Naomi even more determined. Nikki tried to lunge at her, but Naomi wasn't there. She had thrown herself against the ropes on the other side of the ring.
Nikki's off-balance momentum played right into Naomi's plans, as she was caught with a Naomi's signature technique, the 'rear view,' albeit a very rare, bare-assed version. "You wanted my shorts off?" Naomi taunted, "You wanted to see my ass so badly? I'll show you." She positioned a dazed Nikki in the corner, and after a little twerk for the audience, she backed into a stinkface. A stinkface that lasted for about 45 seconds, but seemed a lifetime to the divas champion.
At this point, Brie realized her sister was in trouble. She tossed Aksana out of the ring, and came at Naomi. For her part, Aksana wanted to be out of the ring the minute her clothes came off, but Brie had pushed the issue. Still, her desire for clothes and an ice pack for her swollen, red, bottom outweighed her desire for revenge. This was lucky for Brie, because the stinkface maneuver made it impossible to sneak up on Naomi, who moved forward to challenge her.
Nikki was still dazed, sitting in the corner when Brie and Naomi clashed. A new sound roused her to regain her feet. A scream, followed by driving metal music. Nikki turned her eyes, worriedly, toward the ramp to confirm her worst fears. As she expected, Paige was strolling down the ramp removing and dropping a leather jacket, after taking a casual swat at the passing Aksana's red behind. Nikki was dazed, out of breath, and in no shape to challenge the former champion. "I have to go on. This is what being a champion is all about--meeting all comers," she thought, as she struggled to climb to her feet again. Her inner monologue was interrupted by a loud scream. "Raaaaaar! This is my house!"
PART 5
Naomi was thrown off-balance by Brie's charge, and fell to the mats. As Brie tried to capitalize on it, however, Naomi stunned her with a knee in the crotch, and started to pull her red pants off revealing a sporty white thong. "Girl, you need to stop wearing your husband's underwear." "Butthey're women's performance sportswear! Designed for me by Nike!" Brie responded. A dismissive, "Mmmm-hmmm," was Naomi's reply.
A countdown appeared on the screen, similar to the "Bellatron" countdown Nikki had been using, but it counted down the minutes until the show was over and whoever was holding the title belt was the new Divas champion. Paige smiled. Once she took the title, she wouldn't have to defend it long. But first, she'd have to beat Nikki.
She entered the ring hastily, pointed at Nikki for a second, and made her way directly to the champ, who was hastily standing up and seemed a bit unsteady. Paige approached confidently, so Nikki took the opportunity to grab her and knee her in the groin in an attempt to take control of the situation. The scene turned into so much Chaos, it was hard for the different camera angles to capture it. Naomi had torn Brie's pants right off, a task no doubt made easier by the fact that they had horizontal rips all the way down the legs. Brie had kept the white thong Naomi had mocked, and was in the process of pulling off Naomi's top.
With Paige suitably stunned, Nikki grabbed a hold on her top. Paige tried to hold Nikki's hand back with one hand, while the other went for the top of the champ's dress. Paige managed to place her knee between them and leverage them apart, but the result was disastrous for both of them. Nikki had torn off Paige's top, and her own dress had a large tear that revealed all of her right breast and then some.
The divas recovered from this event each in her own way. Nikki stood confidently, arrogantly with her hands on her hip, as if she didn't care that one of her large breasts was hanging out of her dress. Paige, however, in a complete change of character, recoiled and covered up, blushing notably. Nikki, tired and defeated by Naomi only moments ago, was now back in top form, energized, or so it seemed, by the chance to humiliate her lesser. She taunted in her sassiest voice, "What's the matter, Paige? Think the people won't want you as champion once they see what's under that padded push-up bra you wear? Why don't you show the WWE nation? Why'd you rip my top? Want to see what the tits of a champion look like?" Too flustered for a comeback, Paige muttered, "Tits of a fat cow, more like!" as she took a swing at Nikki, catching her off-guard in her self-satisfaction.
At this point, the fight between Naomi and Brie had progressed to the point where the former had the latter in a submission hold, her leg being stretched in a most uncomfortable manner. Brie, for her part, was slapping Naomi's backside, which was right in front of her, to little effect. Finally, she leaned her head forward and gave it a bite. Naomi jumped to her feet, shrieking, "you're crazy!" Brie got up and hit her with a punch that sent her to the mat, then turned to help her sister.
This was a little late for Nikki, as Paige had taken advantage of the stun her punch had effected, and was in the process of tearing off Nikki's dress. When the frilly party gown was on a heap on the floor, Paige looked at the still-stunned Nikki, and was at a loss for words--except for, in her British accent, "Bunnies? Really?" Nikki hadn't planned on anyone looking at her panties tonight, and it was time to do the laundry, so she was wearing a pair she had gotten as a gag gift from Foxy. Pink with small yellow polka dots, fluffy white bunnies, and, written across the back, "Fearless."
Naomi recovered a little, but decided to roll off the apron and get out of here, as things had not gone her way. That left Paige in the ring with two very angry Bella twins. "Well, let's see what kind of panties YOU'RE wearing, Little Miss 'This is my House.'"
Cracking a huge smile, Paige started to say, "Well, good luck with th-" but was cut off as Brie grabbed her in a bearhug from behind. Paige struggled to peel Bries hands off of her, to no avail. Nikki proceeded to pull down the short black shorts, pulling the fishnet tights with them as she did. Gradually, a pair of purple panties emblazoned with a cartoon skull came into view. "Aaaaaaarrr!" yelled Paige, feeling impotent and exposed.
PART 6
Paige decided to try an old standby to get out of this one: she stomped on Brie's foot. Brie loosened her grip a little, and Paige, turning, caught her with an elbow to the jaw. She tried to kick Nikki, forgetting her shorts were stuck around her knees. In doing so, she almost lost her balance, but the force ripped the shorts and gathered tights in half. She wouldn't be wearing pants for the rest of this episode, she thought, but at least her legs were free.
She gave Nikki a forceful headbutt, then turned Brie around before she recovered from the elbow. "You're concerned about my underwear? Really?" Paige taunted as she grabbed Nikki's small thong and stretched it skyward. "You know what they say about people who live in glass houses, Brie?" She punctuated her question by slapping Brie's backside with enough force to watch in redden immediately, but then delivered several others, screaming "This is MY house!!!!"
To Brie's chagrin, Paige then pulled back on the thong so hard that it came off on her hand. She finished Brie with a kick to the rear that sent her sprawling to the mat, and turned her attention back to Nikki, who had recovered and might be ready for a fight.
"You little British brat You don't do that to a Bella and get away with it." "Well," Paige replied, "your sister couldn't stop me, and neither can you. You won't be 'fearless' by the time I'm done with you." Hitting her with a swift knee in the crotch, she stunned Nikki again. This time, she grabbed her by her hair. "I think your little celebration was premature, my dear. But at least try the cake!" The crowd went wild.
Forcing her with one hand on her hair and the other at the back of her panties, she led Nikki to the table with the cake. Pushing her head down and leveraging a knee to help things along, she smashed' Nikki's face down into the cake. Dipping the hand that was on her head into the icing and putting a bit in her mouth, she said, "Tasty. I hear fat kids like you love it! Why not have some more?"
She pushed Nikki's face into the cake another time, this time hard enough that she felt comfortable letting go of her hair for a moment and switching the hand on her underwear. She wedgied the pink bunny panties high, and delivered some resounding spanks with her right hand. Nikki picked up her face from the cake for a moment, moaned, then collapsed back into it.
"Oh, no, fatassyou don't get out of it that way, you have to be conscious What was it you like to call people, you and your sister? Losers? Well, yeah, today I'm proving that's what you are. Not even your twin magic can save you fromhey, now,what's this?" Paige had spotted where Nikki had quickly hidden the title belt when she knew she'd have to fight for it. It was flat, slid under the edge of the cake pan, but part of it was sticking out. Paige smiled, "It may not feel like it, porky bella, but today's your lucky day."
To louder cheers than before, Paige grabbed Nikki's panties and pulled them down to her thighs, pushing her head back into the case to prevent whatever resistance might be coming. This was unnecessary; Nikki had used up her last ounce of fight by the time she landed in the cake. Paige picked up the belt and continued, "Years from now, if someone asks how it felt when I took the title from you, you'll tell them it made 'quite an impression.' Now squeal for me!" Paige started smacking Nikki's bare ass with the belt. If it was fair to say all the fight had gone out of the champion, she got a new burst of energy. After about five hard slaps with the belt, she decided to make a run for it.
"No you don't" said Paige, clocking her with a fist. "You have to stay here, and at least watch me become champion." Paige looked up at the clock, and saw just a few more minutes until she would be declared the winner. She slumped Nikki up in the corner, against the turnbuckle Naomi had put her against.
Paige held the belt up over her head, seemingly no longer concerned about her exposed breasts, and shouted, "THIS IS MY HOUSE!"
PART 7
Paige stood triumphantly to the cheers of the fans, but then suddenly the crowd quieted downas she turned her head to see why, she heard the strains of "Let's Light it Up," coming over the speakers. "oh, no," she said out loud, "it couldn't befuck!" That last syllable was censored for the TV audience, as the camera panned away from Paige and to AJ Lee skipping down the ramp, with a microphone. She was wearing an ensemble with black jean cutoffs, a black half-shirt showing a ribcage and heart, and red accessories. Her hair was in a pair of low pigtails, and she was wearing a little more makeup than she typically did for a match. Her face seemed frozen in a huge grin, and she had an intense look in her eye that was frighteningly familiar to divas who had wrestled her.
"Paige, Paige, Paige. I've gotta give it to you. Somehow, you thought you were going to be the champion at the end of this. That's so adorable that you'd think that much of yourself, that it's all about you. But I know, and so does everyone else, that you're no champion."
"I took the title from YOU," Paige defended, lowering her arms and holding the belt close to herself. A slight quiver in her voice and her body language showed that she was nervous now.
"I let you have it for a while" AJ continued, skipping toward the ring casually, "You were myplaceholder while I took a short vacation. But you made a huge mess of it, letting this Bella cow break my record. Now I'm back for what's rightfully mine." AJ grinned at how flustered she'd made Paige, then added, "Nice panties, by the way."
Paige looked down and held her hands and the belt in front of herself as her elation with winning the title had been stripped away and her realization that her clothes also had been stripped away suddenly returned to dominate her consciousness. She stiffened up her posture a little to deliver a response, for the sake of her honor, but failed to achieve anything resembling AJ's bravado, because she was left tired and vulnerable from the effort it had taken to overcome both Bella twins. Still, she spoke out, in her best attempt at a confident tone: "Go back to wherever you've been the last year. This title's mine and I'm keeping it."
AJ skipped right up to the ring, putting down her hand mic now that the overhead microphone could pick up her voice. "Oh, poor, deluded, flat-chested Paige." "Hey, I'm not--" AJ cut her off, "Deluded? Oh, you certainly are. And just like Nikki, lying over there with her face covered in cake and her big butt glowing from a good spanking like a bad kid on her birthday, it seems you might have started celebrating a little too early. This isn't over." AJ climbed into the ring, put one foot on the prone Brie's backside, sending her rolling out of the ring with a slow but firm kick, and walked over to Nikki. Paige was circling, clinging to the title belt, trying to predict what AJ would do, but she was tired from fighting the Bellas, and in no hurry to initiate contact. AJ dipped a finger in the icing on Nikki's face and tasted it. "Tastes like defeat," she laughed, "something you 'Total Divas' are going to become even more intimately familiar with. Shall the new revolution start with you, Paige?"
Paige's skin was nearly in goosebumps in anticipation of what was to come. AJ was a formidable opponent any day, but after taking down the Bellas, Paige wasn't ready for any more action. She steeled herself, and put the belt on the ground by her feet. AJ looked at the title like an old friend, but everyone knew the rules Stephanie had set out for this evening--you'd have to beat the current title holder in some way in order to be champion, and right now, that would be Paige.
PART 8
Paige knew she couldn't put this off any longer, so, tired as she was, she took the initiative and lunged at AJ, who rewarded her for her efforts with a clothesline. Paige started to get up quickly, but AJ got behind her and grabbed her hair, turning as she did so she had leverage over Page's arm, and bent her backwards not unlike a violent version of a dip while dancing.
Paige was being tossed like a ragdoll. In spite of her efforts, AJ had complete control of the situation. Normally, Paige would have been tapping out from the pain of this hold, but there was no ref to acknowledge if she did, so AJ held her, and smiled. "Paige, if you do what I say, I'm going to let you leave this ring with your panties intact. You want that, don't you? From what I hear, you're weird about keeping them on all the time in the locker room. I bet the fans want to know why." Paige moaned. "I'll take that as consent. You're going to do three things for me, then I'll let you walk out of this ring with your dignity intact. Well, at least a small part of it."
Paige seemed to nod as much as she could with AJ gripping the back of her hair. "OK, repeat after me. 'I'm Paige, a huge loser, and not as good as AJ. AJ deserves this title and I do not. I promise not to challenge for it until she's taken the championship record back.' Now you say it."
The camera zoomed in on Paige as she clearly didn't want to play this game. But AJ leveraged both her arm and her hair a bit more, and Paige's mouth started to move, almost involuntarily, and halting in great pain. "I'm Paigea hugeloser. AJ deserves this, I don't. I won't challenge her until she beats the--record."
"See, you are good for something," AJ smiled, releasing the hold on Paige before grabbing her hair again. "Secondly, I want you to have a seat with your girlfriend Nikki over here." She sat Paige down in the corner, in front of the barely conscious Nikki. "Good. Now pucker up." AJ assumed the position of a stinkface. "I want to feel your lips kissing it. You need to know where you stand when a real champion comes around."
Paige might or might not have kissed AJ's backside. Any discussion of the matter would be purely academic, since AJ thrust it into her face roughly. Paige was trapped between Nikki and AJ like the meat in a sandwich she would never have ordered. But even after literally rubbing her face in it, or vice-versa, AJ wasn't done. She grabbed Paige's hair and pulled her up to her knees, turning her around so she was on all fours facing Nikki.
"Now that you've kissed a real champion, I want to see you kiss the fake one. On the lips." AJ encouraged Paige to kiss Nikki by pulling her hair in that direction. Paige resented this as much as she assumed Nikki did, but she had a plan. She kissed Nikki passionately. Nikki's eyes opened wide with surprise and disapproval at someone who was her enemy moments ago kissing her sosexually. "Now, isn't that cute? I seem to have unearthed some feelings in our dark little pixie of the night that no one knew she had for fatass glamour woman here."
As Paige predicted, AJ let go of her hair and backed off a bit to let Paige have her way with Nikki. When she turned to the audience to point at what was going on, Paige whispered, "Come on, get up, let's get her." Paige jumped to her feet as quickly as possible, and AJ was ready, rushing her. But she didn't count on a reinvigorated Nikki pushing her through when Paige dodged, so that she would up bent over the top rope, balancing on her toes. Nikki quickly leapt out of the ring to grab her arms, while Paige reached around and undid the belt that held her shorts up. Things had changed very abruptly for AJ, and she needed to find a way to break free and deal with this unusual team-up.
PART 9
"Well," said Paige, smarmily, "Let's see what you have onwaitwaitwhat? Why do youhow do you even wear such frilly panties under these tight little shorts?" Paige took a fistful of the yellow, lace-frilled panties at the back and pulled up sharply, wedging the silly garment into AJ's nether regions with gusto. AJ simply gasped and looked on with outrage. But Paige was far from finished with her revenge. She held the wedgied panties in one hand and delivered a series of smacks to AJ's backside until it was nearly glowing red. AJ whined and sobbed, but Nikki was content to hold her hands over the ropes as Paige punished her. Helping humiliate such a bitter rival was fun, and perhaps another opportunity to sn*tch the title would present itself once AJ was out of the way.
AJ, for her part, could barely think of anything but the screaming pain from her backside. She had, up until this point, been keeping her shorts up around her knees by stretching her legs out. She realized, though, that these would prevent a liability if she ever got a chance to make her move, so she let them drop, and kicked them away. Why did she wear such silly panties tonight, she wondered. She had never intended to get stripped, that was the short answer, she told herself. But here she was, with a swollen, red behind and a pair of yellow frilly panties wedgied up her butt. Unacceptable.
Unable to break Nikki's grip, she bent her hands until she got hold of the bottom rope. As Nikki moved into to tear her hands away from it, AJ headbutted her and she dropped to the floor. Using the leverage she had holding the rope for balance, she picked up both feet and planted a double kick, one foot hitting Paige's thigh and another in her crotch. Paige doubled over in pain as she fell back a few steps, tearing the yellow panties right off of AJ. AJ didn't know whether to be embarrassed to have lost her panties or pleased since they were so embarrassing, but she had no time to think of that now; she ignored that her carefully groomed strip of hair and lower lips were on display to thousands. In moments, she was on her feet, and in control of the situation again. Her gait took on a semblance of her accustomed skip as she made her way to the raven-haired diva, still bent over in pain and shock from the force of her kick. She nearly cracked a smile.
Grabbing Paige by the back of the hair, she dragged her over to the Nikki's cake. "Remember when I said Nikki's icing tastes like defeat? Open wide. Don't like it? You'll get used to it", AJ taunted while shoving Paige's face into the victory cake. Paige flailed her arms about to no avail as AJ repeatedly plopped her face back into the cake and let her come up for air. "This is fun, I should have done it soonerbutsince you were so interested in getting my panties off me, I think it's time for a little turnabout." Paige tried to shriek, but it was muffled as her face went into the cake one more time. By the time she managed to come up for a breath, AJ was dangling her panties from an outstretched finger. She looked down and grinned, "Oh, my Paigedon't worryI know the number of a good landscaper, he'll fix you right up."
At that point, Paige tried to take a swing, but AJ still had a hand in her hair and showed her who was boss. Again, the sickly-sweet icing filled her mouth and smothered her nose. "You gave me quite the spanking beforeperhaps I should return the favor." Letting the pink skull panties drop to the ground, AJ proceeded to redden Paige's backside. When the British diva could take no more, she collapsed in a heap under the table with the cake. "I was finished with you anyway," AJ said, picking up the belt and holding it to her face as if to kiss it. "Yes, baby, mommy's back," she said to it quietly, then, turning to the crowd, she addressed them. "I'm sorry I've been away so longbut in that time, you seem to have forgotten what a real champion looks like. I'm here to remind you. I'll be taking my title now. There are only a few minutes left in the event."
PART 10
AJ turned to leave the ring, when the tron lit up and "Welcome to the Queendom" started playing. "Crap," she said out loud, worrying for a moment about any children who might have been watching until she remembered the entire content of this event, "What could she want?"
Sure enough, Stephanie took the stage, microphone in hand. "AJ..AJ? Just stay right there, don't go anywhere." AJ eyed Stephanie suspiciously as she walked down the ramp toward the ring. "Nice job you did there. Paige, lying under the table, face covered in icing, butt spanked so red you might even say it glows, utterly humiliated, her most intimate secrets revealed to the world. And now you have the title."
AJ took a few steps back instinctively as Stephanie climbed into the ring. She became even more concerned when she noticed that Stephanie had removed her earrings and shoes since her last appearance. "But you're not the one who gets to say when this show is over," the heiress continued, "It's MY call when this show is over. And we need to talk." AJ looked around to make certain Stephanie wasn't going to have her attacked from behind. That was a mistake. Stephanie lunged for her.
Luckily for AJ, she managed to dodge, dropping the belt to the floor, but coming up behind Stephanie, she managed to take hold of her dress. For a moment the crowd saw a flash of a simple, white cotton pair of panties and a matching bra. But AJ worked fast and soon had her opponent in a submission hold. The crowd went wile seeing a rebel like AJ dominate such an authority figure, but soon AJ's grin and their cheers faded. Few divas in the locker room could break a hold by AJ, and fewer could escape her on force alone, but that is exactly what Stephanie did, pushing back with her leg until AJ could no longer keep her grip on her arms.
Stephanie climbed to her feet. "You shouldn't have done that," she said. "Yeah?" AJ responded cockily, "Why not?" "Because you forgot something important. I'm your boss." "See how much that helps when I pin you until the end of the show, then take my title." "Oh, I'm not going to fire you if you ebat me, AJyou forget that as your boss, I know all of your deepest secrets."
With that, she lunged for AJ. Again, the more agile AJ got her body out of her opponent's path with ease, but, to her chagrin, Stephanie was holding her shirt.
AJ crossed her arms over her bra while Stephanie waved the shirt high in the air. "Anybody want to know a secret?" The audience response was mixed. Clearly everyone was curious, but AJ also had many sympathizers. "As you likely know, some of our divas have beensurgically enhanced. But not AJ here. Nope, she didn't want to go under the knifethat's why." Throwing her shirt on the ground, Stephanie grabbed AJ and pulled one of her hands away from her breasts. Reaching into her bra, she pulled out a white foam rubber pad, and threw it to the ground. Then she took out the other one, and held it aloft for the cameras to focus on.
There might have been many AJ sympathizers in the crowd, but the laughter was still unbearable. She turned as if to leave the ring. "You're going nowhere," Stephanie ordered, grabbing the band of her bra and snapping it open. Her small breasts with tiny, cherry-like nipples were now on display for the live and TV audiences. Thinking about this, AJ was suddenly filled with such rage that it overcame her embarrassment. AJ took a wild swing at Stephanie; had she been in control of her emotions, she would have known that there was little chance such an attack could land on such an experienced wrestler. But, more to the point, she would have known how much advantage she gave her by extending her arm in the missed punch.
Stephanie grabbed the arm, twisted it behind AJ's back, and led her over to the table. "I think it's time you taste the defeat you showed Paige." With that, Stephanie leveraged her into the cake. "Do you like the taste? You've been defeated." Stephanie spanked her around a dozen times with her bare hand, then picked up the title belt and delivered two more. Holding up the title, she declared, "This event is now over and whoever is holding the title is now its owner. Oh, look, I happen to have it. I guess that makes me champion."
Slinging the belt over her shoulder, she applied a kick to the glowing backside of the prone Paige, "My house, my rules. Get it, limey?" She also landed a kick on AJ's sore backside before leaving the ring. AJ couldn't believe what transpired, but Paige, and Nikki had both felt the same way earlier in the evening. It seemed Stephanie had won the title, for now. But there were many divas who were hoping for revenge.
Yeah, I watched that, but also the other match. I was also struck by the idea that Mickie James could give Ronda any kind of run for her money. She's good, but she's been around a long time. I miss when they do all the same drama and silliness that the male matches often still have. Hoping for something good for Thanksgiving.
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