The Match is Underway!

Candice advanced on the downed Paige who slid backwards across the mat again and under the bottom rope, exiting the ring. Candice slid out after her and Paige backed away a few steps before turning and running around the ring. Candice gave chase doing nothing to stop her breasts bouncing wildly as she chased Paige who was awkwardly trying to hold her own breasts still with one arm and who did a full lap of the ring with Candice in pursuit before sliding back into the ring and making another rush for the pole.

Paige managed to get up to the second rope this time and scrabbled wildly for the paddle but this was as fruitless as the last attempt as Candice slid into the ring and chased Paige, grabbing her by the back of her shorts and by her tights, ripping a hole in the latter as she pulled her back down the pole. As she did so Paige’s shorts slipped and half of Paige’s arse was exposed, including a dark red thong which nestled between her pale arse cheeks and Paige let out another scream as she dropped to her knees in the middle of the ring, scrambling across to the corner with the top of her backside exposed and receiving a quick kick up the rear from Candice as she did so, slumping in the corner and pulling her shorts back up as the crowd laughed at her.

Anger took over Paige then and she jumped to her feet at rushed at Candice with an aggressive clothesline that her rival saw coming and ducked nimbly under. Paige stopped her momentum before she hit the corner but Candice was on her knees behind her and with a quick yank pulled Paige’s shorts down again, this time all the way down to her knees and exposing the entire red thong that had been teased before. Paige screamed and grabbed wildly for her shorts in a scene all too familiar scene and Candice stood up and gave her a slap across the backside that made Paige scream again as she waddled embarrassingly away to an explosion of laughter from the crowd.

“I was so right about you being easier than Torrie!” Candice yelled between fits of laughter as Paige struggled to get her shorts up again, the waistband not easily sliding over her thick backside which bulged out against her fishnets.

The Anti-Diva herself looked to be on the verge of furious tears a she struggled with her shorts, finally getting them back up over her backside. Her tactic had backfired and Candice had embarrassed her repeatedly and the match had only just started. It was clear it was getting to her as well as the crowd rained down laughter at her and the only way to the pole was through Candice who was right in the middle of the ring. Cautiously Paige left her corner and approached Candice with an arm raised for a test of strength. Candice looked about at the crowd as if pondering whether to accept but eventually raised her hand to meet Paige’s.

As soon as she did so Paige darted the other way. Candice went to try to intercept her but received a knee to the gut for her trouble. The wind was knocked from her and she staggered backwards. Paige had outsmarted her and as she recoiled Paige kept up the attack with some vicious forearms, driving Candice to the ropes before Paige shot her across the ring. Candice’s backside jiggled and her tits bounced in her revealing attire as she ran, hit the ropes and bounced back into a big powerslam from Paige that drove the air from her. Again Paige didn’t let up, mounting Candice and pounding down blows at her face that her opponent only just managed to block.

Paige was clearly incensed at her repeated failures in the past but had a different outcome in mind for this encounter as she let up her beat down and got to her feet, a wicked idea brewing in her mind as she loomed over Candice who’s turn it now was to try to crawl away as she rolled onto her front.