We find out on the RAW before the PPV!

The next night on RAW opens with the familiar scream of Paige’s entrance theme and, to her usual chorus of boos, the Raven Haired Wrestler storms out onto the stage. She was dressed in her red wrestling gear though has forgone her usual leather jacket that she would enter in and the WWE Woman’s title bounces on her hips and she almost runs down to the ring, laser focused and ignoring everyone around her, not stopping to pose before getting into the ring and when she does slid in she casts the Woman’s title to a corner before grabbing a microphone and taking to the centre of the ring to address what had happened last week.

“An Hour Candice!” Paige screams into the microphone.

“It took the backstage crew an hour to find something to use to cut my hands free from those damn handcuffs you left me in! All I could do was stand around the backstage area cuffed and looking like an idiot, being leered at in my underwear while they looked to find some way to free me.”

The crowd cheered at the idea of Paige looking like an idiot.

“I have been humiliated, I have been degraded and I have been mocked by you Candice! You have done everything you can to disrespect me but now it’s my turn. I don’t want any stupid matches; I don’t want any more ripping of clothes. I want you to come out here right now and claim your rematch so I can beat your arse and send you crying back to the playboy manor once and for all you slut!”

The crowd boo as Paige drops her microphone and starts to shake out, expecting Candice to emerge from the stage but to her very visible disappointment Candice’s image appears on the screen instead, visible from the waist up so that her large breasts can be seen in a small golden bikini top. Smiling widely the crowd cheer her semi appearance and then quieten to hear what she has to say.

“Oh Paige. Why are you so angry? You were the one who started all this. Insulting the divas of the past like you did. All of this humiliation you suffered is your own doing. I would have hoped you would have thought about that as you lay in the middle of the ring in your bra and panties last week, utterly crushed by me” Candice said mockingly, her smile growing bigger as Paige grew more agitated.

“Oh, how is your ass doing by the way? Does it still hurt?” Candice added derisively

Paige gritted her teeth at this and looked around for where her mic had gone as the crowd laughed but unconsciously moved a hand to her backside and when she bent to pick her microphone back up purple bruising could be seen across her arse from around the edges of her shorts.

“Candice you come out here and fight me right now you co…” Paige started to yell but her microphone suddenly cut off.

“No Paige, you don’t get to speak now. I challenged you to a match for that title and you so graciously accepted… with some minor provocation. Now I want my match at Night of Champions this Sunday and that is where we will fight. You also allowed me to pick the match type and if you don’t mind keeping your mouth closed I will now let you know what I have picked.”

The crowd cheered as Paige glared up at Candice, seething with anger but having no real choice but to hear her hated enemy talk. Candice took a moment to mockingly think, placing a delicate finger to her mouth as if pondering her choice and the crowd ate it up; roaring with their desire to hear what match type the two lovely ladies would wrestle in at the show. She dragged it out for so long that Paige grew fed up and screamed at the screen to get on with it so loudly that she didn’t need the mic to be heard.

“Oh all right Paige, if you want to hear it so badly. I have thought about matches I have wrestled in before and matches I have never tried before and the match that I am going to take your title from you in is a…”