Cora's face burns a deep, hot crimson as she lies flat on her back, utterly shocked. The moment she realizes that the crowd's raucous cheers at the sight of her exposed pussy and bare bottom, panic takes over. She instinctively clasps her hands tightly between her legs, desperately attempting to cover herself and stave off further embarrassment. Paralyzed by the surreal nature of her predicament, she feels trapped in a nightmare—almost completely bare in the middle of a WWE ring.
Cora: “You asshole! What the hell is the matter with you!? This was supposed to be a Bra and Panties Match!”
AJ: “Okay! Okay! Fair enough. You have a point. Here, have your slutty little thong back.”
AJ, now fully recovered from Cora's earlier flurry of attacks, positions herself just a few feet away from the younger wrestler, holding Cora's underwear in her hand like a trophy. Overcome with embarrassment, Cora rises to her feet, cautiously moving one hand away from her crotch to grab her thong. But in a surprising twist, AJ suddenly crumples Cora’s underwear and forcefully stuffs it into her mouth!
The humiliation deepens for the hapless wrestler when AJ delivers a fierce clothesline, sending her crashing onto her back just before she can expel the garment from her mouth.
AJ: “What? I said she could have it back!”
Lee chuckles at her clever wordplay, glancing down at Cora who is sulking on her back. With a frantic pull, Cora pulls the soggy underwear from her mouth. She raises her legs, ready to wiggle back into them, but her seasoned opponent snatches them from her grasp and hurls them into the audience, ensuring that Cora won’t be hiding anything for the rest of the night!
Cora: “What’s the matter with you? You know what? Fuck this! I don’t need this shit. You’re a loser, AJ, and you’re just mad that I’m younger, hotter, and better than you ever were!”
Cora, her hands firmly clasped against her crotch once more, slides under the bottom rope and begins her ascent up the ramp, determined to reach the backstage area. The crowd erupts with hoots, hollers, and catcalls, but she brushes them off and rolls her eyes in disdain. She was making her exit before AJ could be announced as the victor. She was not going to give AJ the satisfaction of beating her.
AJ pauses, her mind considering the options. A flicker of compassion urges her to grant Cora a sliver of dignity and let her slip away with some semblance of pride. Yet, the stronger voice within insists that Cora must face the consequences—she needs to be brought down a peg and feel the sting of defeat. Ultimately, the harsher instinct prevails. Just as Cora believes she’s about to escape the match, AJ lunges forward, seizing a fistful of her hair!
Cora: “No! NO! STOP! LET ME LEAVE! You bitch!”
Cora's bravado has completely vanished, leaving her retreating to the far side of the ring. In a **** move, she rolls beneath the bottom rope to re-exit the ring. However, as she attempts to escape from the opposite side, AJ swiftly slides in, seizing her by the hair and forcefully driving her face into the top turnbuckle pad once she's lifted up.
AJ: “Now are we going to do this the easy way or are you going to make me do it the hard way?”
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