Paige Tries to Stop Her

Realising that if she took no action she would be in for an even greater humiliation Paige slipped into the ring and, while still trying to cover her arse, hurried across the ring and grabbed Candice’s leg. Candice made a small squeal in surprise, expecting Paige to be too embarrassed to even try to stop her and in her shock made no effort to save herself as Paige pulled her down. Candice hit the mat on her back, her tits bouncing on impact and she lay there stunned as Paige quickly took up her position, climbing to the top rope and trying to reach the paddle.

Paige’s hand brushed the wood, making it swing on the chain in hung from, tantalisingly close as Paige flailed for it. The Raven haired beauty let out a shout of frustration as the paddle swung once again from her grasp, standing on her toes to try and reach it getting ever so close until suddenly Candice was back on her feet. Grabbing Paige by the back of the thong Candice gave her a huge slap across the arse which rippled from the impact and Paige screamed, both hands going to her backside to try and cover it. Candice then slipped up between Paige’s legs and turned so her face was in the Anti-Diva’s crotch, an enviable position, as she carried Paige from away from the turnbuckle in a powerbomb position.

Paige screamed as she tried to fight Candice but could do nothing as she was dropped down in the centre of the ring with a huge slam. Paige rolled on the mat in pain, the wind knocked from her as Candice stood over her looking very proud of herself before running to the corner with the pole and rapidly clambering up to the top. Just as Paige had down, Candice found herself atop the turnbuckle clawing for the paddle which hung above and Candice was even shorter than Paige

Candice however was willing to take risks to win the title and as the paddle swung back towards her she jumped on the corner padding, managing to just seize the handle and pull it down. The crowd were ecstatic that the paddle had been retrieved and Candice sat in the corner, stroking the paddle and looking down with a huge smile at Paige who was just recovering from her powerbomb. As she pushed herself to a sitting position Paige saw Candice sat there and any pain dropped from her face, replace with mortification as she realised how much jeopardy she was in.

“Oh it’s time Paige!” Candice said, dropping to the match and advancing on Paige.

Like lighting Paige bolted from the ring, sliding under the bottom rope with both hands covering her backside, landing on her hands and knees and crawling around the ring like an animal as Candice followed brandishing the paddle. Paige was like a whippet as she bolted over the stairs but Candice reached out, hand fingernails just catching Paige’s tights and holding her for long enough to swing the paddle. The fishnet tights tore just in time for Paige who slipped away, leaving the paddle to bang loudly into the steps showing just how had Candice hand been swinging for Paige’s arse. Paige tried then to slide into the ring again but Candice was still right on top of her, seizing Paige’s top as she tried to enter the ring and half pulling the anti-diva back out the ring.

There was a belief struggle that ended as Paige finally slipped her top and slid back into the ring. Getting to her feet however Paige looked down at herself, now in nothing but her bra, thong and very ripped fishnets with a perfect circled torn out around her backside, perfect size for a paddle strike. Paige screamed and tried desperately to cover herself, wrapping her hands around her bra while looking around in disbelief as if it weren’t happening. The crowd were laughing at her as she stood humiliated in the middle of the ring, the joke never getting old despite how many times the crowd had seen it and when Candice entered the ring Paige dropped to her knees and started to beg Candice for mercy.

Candice laughed and looked around at the crowd, asking for a decision as to whether to spare Paige’s arse and the crowd started a loud NO chant. Paige looked horrified as Candice raised the paddle and gestured for Paige to turn around. For a moment Paige looked like she was about to give in and do so but then kicked out, hitting Candice in the gut and driving the wind from her. The paddle clattered o the mat and bounced towards the corner where Paige desperately chased it but Candice wasn’t stopped for long, giving chase and managed to push Paige away from the paddle and into the turnbuckle itself.

Paige slumped, her arms supporting her weight on the top rope, keeping herself stood in the corner as Candice backed away, then charged in, delivering a splash. Paige groaned in pain as she tried to move from the corner but Candice held her back and, with a wicked smile on her face, mounted the bottom rope and **** her bare tits into Paige’s face. Paige let out a muffled yell at being **** into her enemy’s boobs but could only flail as Candice rubbed her breasts back and forth, giving Paige a face-full as she was smothered. The envious crowd cheered as Candice **** herself into Paige and booed as she finally let Paige breath again, letting the Anti-Diva slump into a sitting position in the corner, her make-up smeared and her face glistening now from Candice’s oily tits.