She does the next week

The next weeks RAW was drawing to a swift conclusion after a less than exciting show when Paige’s music hit and the WWE Woman’s Champion herself strutted out onto the stage with the glorious looking belt tight around her waist. Paige was wearing a huge smug smile that infuriated the audience as she looked down to smirk at her prize before strutting down the ramp ignoring the boos that rained down upon her and making as much of a performance as possible out of climbing into the ring, removing the belt, kissing it and then motioning for a microphone. When she was furbished with one she stood in the ring, smiling waiting for the boos to subside. Paige was dressed in her tight black jeans on top of trainers and one of her own merchandise tees cut into a vest with a V-neck to show off her cleavage. When the boos continued to sound she gave up waiting and started taunting.

“Well Well Well, looks like I got my belt back” She said, almost having to shout over the jeers of the crowd.

“Just like I knew I would. You see I am a woman’s wrestler. I am the Anti-Diva and I slay pretentious Divas that have ideas above their station.” Paige paused there, letting the mocking words sink in.

“And last week I put down one of the biggest loser divas that this company has ever seen. Candice Michelle, Mrs Go Daddy herself. I sent her crawling back to her Daddy last week that’s for sure.” The crowd boos were getting so intense that the security guards were starting to look around in anticipation of problems. Paige however kept talking.

“And can you all believe that bitch thought that she would be getting a rematch? For MY title! I tell you know she is never going to so much as touch this title aga…”

But Paige was cut off by the sudden sounding of Candice Michelle’s music. The crowd boos turned into an explosion of cheers as Paige looked around nervously clinging ever so slightly tighter to her title. Candice’s music was joined by Candice herself who walked out onto the stage minus her usual glamorous robe clad in tight a black version of her usual shorts and corset wrestling gear and sans her usual smile. She had a microphone in one hand and an ominous looking velvet black bag in the other. When she raised the microphone the crowd quietened to hear what she had to say.

“You know Paige, last week you got the better of me. I gave you a bit of a kicking but in the end you walked away with your belt back, all you had to do was attack me from behind to do it.”

“You know I could have taken this belt from you at any…” started Paige but Candice cut her off.

“You had to attack me from behind and sneak off with your belt. But I know one thing Paige, I still want my rematch.”

“Never! You can’t have…” shouted Paige but she was cut off again.

“I want it and you know what? I’m going to take it... right now” Candice said as she started walking down the ramp.

Paige took a few steps back, looking panicked.

“Candice, no, I’m not dressed to fight! Anyway you have to earn a title match…” Paige tried to say

“Oh you’re not dressed to fight but I am and I brought some friends to convince you to give me my match.” Candice said, now at the bottom of the ramp.

Paige backed away, dropping the woman’s title to the mat and looking panicked as Candice dropped her mic and slid into the ring. Paige tried to rush Candice but the proud diva lept up and caught the anti-diva with a thesz press slamming her to the mat and pounding her head down onto it repeatedly. Paige tried roll over to be on top of the pile but Candice kept on rolling and ended up on top again to continue slamming Paige’s head up and down. Paige tried to roll away again but again ended up the envy of all mankind as she was underneath Candice.

Paige did however manage to slid away and kick out with her flailing legs, kicking Candice off her so she could roll onto her knees and desperately try to flee on all fours but Candice grabbed her scrabbling legs and pulled her back into the centre of the ring before sitting on her lower back and rubbing her face off the mat, leaving a make-up stain where her face had been. Paige’s face was a mask of terror as she tried to slip away from her furious enemy but Candice’s grip on her hair only loosened so that she could grab the back of Paige’s tank top.

Paige was so **** to slip away that she didn’t realise what was happening until Candice had ripped open the back of her shirt and by then it was far too late as Paige slipped out of her shirt, pushed herself to her feet and staggered to the ropes looking down, nearly in tears at her exposed Victoria Secret bra that exposed so much of her cleavage. The crowd cheered as Paige let out a scream, hand hands clamped to her chest as she looked around for an escape, realising that Candice was between herself and the ramp. **** to get away from the leering crowd Paige threw caution to the wind and rushed at Candice to try and make it passed her, hand hands still clamped to her bra in an attempt to cover up but Candice caught her with a drop toe hold and Paige crashed down onto her tits on the mat, right next to the bag that Candice had brought with her.

Fast as a cat Candice dropped down onto Paige again, pinning down the squealing Anti-Diva and reached over to her bag of tricks. The crowd were in hot anticipation as Candice opened it with a smile on her face and brought out a pair of pink fluffy handcuffs. From her face down position on the mat Paige had no idea what was happening until she felt Candice pulling her arm behind her back and the fluffy cuff being clamped around her wrist.

Suddenly Paige knew she was in trouble and started struggling like there was no tomorrow, wriggling and fighting as best she could to slide out from between Candice’s legs, turning herself into a bucking bronco as the fans cheered her desperation as we as how her struggling made Candice’s breasts bounce in her corset. At the end of the day it was no use however as Candice pulled Paige’s arm back and trapped it with her knee long enough to wrestle the anti-diva’s other pale wrist into the remaining cuff. Standing up Candice looked down on her work as the hog tied Paige struggled beneath her feet.

“Candice! Candice you slag let me out!” Paige shouted as she wriggled, looking around terrified. Afraid of what might come next.

“You just need to give me a rematch Paige” Candice said sweetly.

“No Way!” Paige cried out, more sure then maybe she should have been given her situation.

“OK then” Candice said simply before bending and picking her black bag up again and pulling out a black leather riding crop. The crowd exploded in cheers when they saw this and Paige looked up from her position to see the image on the titantron of herself, half stripped and hog tied with Candice standing above her, looking down at her arse with a malicious smile.

“Candice, NO!” Paige shrieked but Candice dropped to one knee and pulled Paige by her hair until she was **** across the diva’s knee like a naughty child. All of Paige’s kicking and shrieking could do nothing to save her as Candice lifted the crop in the air, holding it perilously over Paige’s denim clad backside. But then Candice stopped and lowered the crop. Paige saw this on the screen and sighed a massive sigh of relief, going limp on Candice’s knee like she had been saved from **** itself. The crowd booed as Candice slipped Paige off her knee and got to her feet.

But then they erupted again as Candice grabbed the back of Paige’s denim jeans and pulled them down in one swift motion to Paige’s knees, revealing black bikini cut underwear to match her bra. Paige screamed and thrashed in her cuffed position but was helpless to save herself as Candice exposed her backside to the world once again, laughing as she did so and at Paige’s humiliation. The Anti-Diva kicked her legs fruitlessly as Candice pulled her jeans down to her ankles, getting stuck at her trainers for a moment before one good pull took the jeans and the shoes off, leaving Paige to kick her bare feet off the canvas.

Paige knew that people around the world were seeing her mortification as she lay face down in just her bra and panties, humiliated and left trapped by some common Diva, the very thing she had always claimed to be better than. All she could do was watch on the screen as Candice scooped her up onto her lap again and lifted the riding crop high again, before once again asking the question.

“Can I have my rematch Paige?” she asked sweetly.

Paige hung there on her lap, tears filling her eyes watching her pathetic pale body on the titantron before weakly answering.

“Never”

Candice shrugged as the crowd cheered knowing what was coming and Candice took a second to soak in their cheers before, to everyone’s surprise, lowered her weapon again. Paige knew better this time than to expect a moment of peace and was not disappointed as she felt Candice grabbing the back of her panties and wedging them up tightly between her arse cheeks, giving everyone the full thong they had wanted to see on Paige as the Anti-Diva squealed like a pig, tears now falling from her eyes before Candice finally brought the riding crop down on her fully exposed arse cheeks.

Paige let out a screech of humiliation and pain as Candice brought the crop down one, two three times, each slap making Paige’s arse wobble as she thrashed her legs and cried out. Four, Five and six times were just as painful as Paige kicked her black nail polished toes off the canvas in a pointless display, **** to escape.

"Please! Stop!" Paige begged and pleaded as the barrage of spanks continued. But Candice continued, laughing at how pathetic and helpless Paige was.

Crying openly when seven and eight came crashing across her arse, Paige knew there was no way out of this situation and there was only one way she would be able to cover her shame.

“Ok! Candice OK, you get your rematch! I give in!” Paige cried out.

The crowd cheered as Candice held up her weapon in victory and Paige went limp in her lap again. But then Candice brought the crop down again across Paige’s backside to another squeal.

“And I get to choose the stipulation?” Candice asked.

“Yes, Yes just leave me alone!” Paige moaned through deep sobs.

“Good” Candice replied.

Deciding to punish Paige a little bit More Candice slapped her arse five more times before dropping her to the mat. The Anti-Diva lay useless on the mat crying with her backside raised embarrassingly as Candice stood over her, smiling broadly and holding the Woman’s title she had picked up in one hand and the crop in the other and a foot on Paige’s rapidly pinkening rear end. When everyone had taken their share of pictures to commemorate the moment Candice lay the woman’s title on the mat facing Paige before placing the end of the crop under Paige’s chin and lifting her submissive head up to look at her.

“I’ll be back for that at Night of Champions. And I’ll let you know what match we will fight for it in, next week.”

And with that Candice rolled from the ring sauntering away with a spring in her step and a sway on her hips, pausing in the middle of the ramp to playfully spank herself with the riding crop before throwing it into the crowd, leaving Paige stripped, Spanked and submissive in a humiliated pile in the middle of the ring, still handcuffed and dreading next week.

(Just going to throw it out there, if anyone has a suggestion of a match put it in the comments. I have an idea of what i am going to do but im open to having multiple endings depending on what people may wanna read)