(A quick response before I post this. For you, Splotch, I'd do a lot, after all those awesome stories you gave us over the years. But that said, my characters are already made (that took some time, to try to get the look right) and I already have my plot course. Besides, everyone in this has been on the show recently.)

PART 5

Naomi was thrown off-balance by Brie’s charge, and fell to the mats. As Brie tried to capitalize on it, however, Naomi stunned her with a knee in the crotch, and started to pull her red pants off revealing a sporty white thong. “Girl, you need to stop wearing your husband’s underwear.” “But…they’re women’s performance sportswear! Designed for me by Nike!” Brie responded. A dismissive, “Mmmm-hmmm,” was Naomi’s reply.

A countdown appeared on the screen, similar to the “Bellatron” countdown Nikki had been using, but it counted down the minutes until the show was over and whoever was holding the title belt was the new Divas champion. Paige smiled. Once she took the title, she wouldn’t have to defend it long. But first, she’d have to beat Nikki.

She entered the ring hastily, pointed at Nikki for a second, and made her way directly to the champ, who was hastily standing up and seemed a bit unsteady. Paige approached confidently, so Nikki took the opportunity to grab her and knee her in the groin in an attempt to take control of the situation. The scene turned into so much Chaos, it was hard for the different camera angles to capture it. Naomi had torn Brie’s pants right off, a task no doubt made easier by the fact that they had horizontal rips all the way down the legs. Brie had kept the white thong Naomi had mocked, and was in the process of pulling off Naomi’s top.

With Paige suitably stunned, Nikki grabbed a hold on her top. Paige tried to hold Nikki’s hand back with one hand, while the other went for the top of the champ’s dress. Paige managed to place her knee between them and leverage them apart, but the result was disastrous for both of them. Nikki had torn off Paige’s top, and her own dress had a large tear that revealed all of her right breast and then some.

The divas recovered from this event each in her own way. Nikki stood confidently, arrogantly with her hands on her hip, as if she didn’t care that one of her large breasts was hanging out of her dress. Paige, however, in a complete change of character, recoiled and covered up, blushing notably. Nikki, tired and defeated by Naomi only moments ago, was now back in top form, energized, or so it seemed, by the chance to humiliate her lesser. She taunted in her sassiest voice, “What’s the matter, Paige? Think the people won’t want you as champion once they see what’s under that padded push-up bra you wear? Why don’t you show the WWE nation? Why’d you rip my top? Want to see what the tits of a champion look like?” Too flustered for a comeback, Paige muttered, “Tits of a fat cow, more like!” as she took a swing at Nikki, catching her off-guard in her self-satisfaction.

At this point, the fight between Naomi and Brie had progressed to the point where the former had the latter in a submission hold, her leg being stretched in a most uncomfortable manner. Brie, for her part, was slapping Naomi’s backside, which was right in front of her, to little effect. Finally, she leaned her head forward and gave it a bite. Naomi jumped to her feet, shrieking, “you’re crazy!” Brie got up and hit her with a punch that sent her to the mat, then turned to help her sister.

This was a little late for Nikki, as Paige had taken advantage of the stun her punch had effected, and was in the process of tearing off Nikki’s dress. When the frilly party gown was on a heap on the floor, Paige looked at the still-stunned Nikki, and was at a loss for words—except for, in her British accent, “Bunnies? Really?” Nikki hadn’t planned on anyone looking at her panties tonight, and it was time to do the laundry, so she was wearing a pair she had gotten as a gag gift from Foxy. Pink with small yellow polka dots, fluffy white bunnies, and, written across the back, “Fearless.”

Naomi recovered a little, but decided to roll off the apron and get out of here, as things had not gone her way. That left Paige in the ring with two very angry Bella twins. “Well, let’s see what kind of panties YOU’RE wearing, Little Miss ‘This is my House.’”

Cracking a huge smile, Paige started to say, “Well, good luck with th-” but was cut off as Brie grabbed her in a bearhug from behind. Paige struggled to peel Bries hands off of her, to no avail. Nikki proceeded to pull down the short black shorts, pulling the fishnet tights with them as she did. Gradually, a pair of purple panties emblazoned with a cartoon skull came into view. “Aaaaaaarrr!” yelled Paige, feeling impotent and exposed.

PART 6

Paige decided to try an old standby to get out of this one: she stomped on Brie’s foot. Brie loosened her grip a little, and Paige, turning, caught her with an elbow to the jaw. She tried to kick Nikki, forgetting her shorts were stuck around her knees. In doing so, she almost lost her balance, but the force ripped the shorts and gathered tights in half. She wouldn’t be wearing pants for the rest of this episode, she thought, but at least her legs were free.
She gave Nikki a forceful headbutt, then turned Brie around before she recovered from the elbow. “You’re concerned about my underwear? Really?” Paige taunted as she grabbed Nikki’s small thong and stretched it skyward. “You know what they say about people who live in glass houses, Brie?” She punctuated her question by slapping Brie’s backside with enough force to watch in redden immediately, but then delivered several others, screaming “This is MY house!!!!”

To Brie’s chagrin, Paige then pulled back on the thong so hard that it came off on her hand. She finished Brie with a kick to the rear that sent her sprawling to the mat, and turned her attention back to Nikki, who had recovered and might be ready for a fight.

“You little British brat… You don’t do that to a Bella and get away with it.” “Well,” Paige replied, “your sister couldn’t stop me, and neither can you. You won’t be ‘fearless’ by the time I’m done with you.” Hitting her with a swift knee in the crotch, she stunned Nikki again. This time, she grabbed her by her hair. “I think your little celebration was premature, my dear. But at least try the cake!” The crowd went wild.

Forcing her with one hand on her hair and the other at the back of her panties, she led Nikki to the table with the cake. Pushing her head down and leveraging a knee to help things along, she smashed’ Nikki’s face down into the cake. Dipping the hand that was on her head into the icing and putting a bit in her mouth, she said, “Tasty. I hear fat kids like you love it! Why not have some more?”

She pushed Nikki’s face into the cake another time, this time hard enough that she felt comfortable letting go of her hair for a moment and switching the hand on her underwear. She wedgied the pink bunny panties high, and delivered some resounding spanks with her right hand. Nikki picked up her face from the cake for a moment, moaned, then collapsed back into it.

“Oh, no, fatass…you don’t get out of it that way, you have to be conscious… What was it you like to call people, you and your sister? Losers? Well, yeah, today I’m proving that’s what you are. Not even your twin magic can save you from…hey, now,what’s this?” Paige had spotted where Nikki had quickly hidden the title belt when she knew she’d have to fight for it. It was flat, slid under the edge of the cake pan, but part of it was sticking out. Paige smiled, “It may not feel like it, porky bella, but today’s your lucky day.”

To louder cheers than before, Paige grabbed Nikki’s panties and pulled them down to her thighs, pushing her head back into the case to prevent whatever resistance might be coming. This was unnecessary; Nikki had used up her last ounce of fight by the time she landed in the cake. Paige picked up the belt and continued, “Years from now, if someone asks how it felt when I took the title from you, you’ll tell them it made ‘quite an impression.’ Now squeal for me!” Paige started smacking Nikki’s bare ass with the belt. If it was fair to say all the fight had gone out of the champion, she got a new burst of energy. After about five hard slaps with the belt, she decided to make a run for it.

“No you don’t” said Paige, clocking her with a fist. “You have to stay here, and at least watch me become champion.” Paige looked up at the clock, and saw just a few more minutes until she would be declared the winner. She slumped Nikki up in the corner, against the turnbuckle Naomi had put her against.

Paige held the belt up over her head, seemingly no longer concerned about her exposed breasts, and shouted, “THIS IS MY HOUSE!”

(Believe it or not, this story isn’t quite over yet, although it may be a long time before we see the rest, depending on my busy-ness level.)

Somehow I missed this!

I'll be the first to admit that I can't stand the Bellas. Don't care for the ring work, don't care for them on their staged reality show. I'd never trust a woman of Nikki Bella's skill level to properly pull off a dangerous move like a piledriver. And Nikki Bella being the 'longest reigning diva's champion in history' is a huge black mark on WWE for me. So I wasn't overly enthusiastic about a story where she was the star.

But I completely forgot about all that when I saw the images. There are a lot of wrestling stories on this site but it's a really special and very rare occurrence when we get one that has pictures to go along with it. So my dislike for Nikki Bella and her hippie sister aside, I loved that I was actually able to see all the action unfolding in the ring.

When you said former divas were going to be returning for their shot at Nikki, Layla and Aksana definitely weren't the first ones that came to mind. Probably not even the first ten that would come to mind. But once again, I didn't mind that when I actually saw them come out and face off against the Bellas.

Of course, I went from liking the story to LOVING the story upon the appearance of my Pale Princess Paige. And the fact that she fought off both of the Bellas and even ended up beating them was the icing on the cake (and Nikki's face apparently).

I'm excited that you said there was a more to come. But I understand that it may take a while for you to get to it. So know that I love how this turned out and think that it was a fantastic reading/viewing experience even without it being done yet.

Well done, Myds, well done.

Great work Myds! Your very talented, and, I always look forward to your updates! :D

Thanks! Hope you don't mind, I edited down the quote a bit to respond. I love the Bella twins. For me, it's their looks. Their personalities in the ring and the trash talk are the kind that set them up for a fall, whetehr they're being heel or face at the time, so I love the possibilities there, too.

Layla and Aksana were two recently active Divas that are hot to me. Did you see Layla back when she was in the Diva search? Smoking. I never noticed Aksana when she was blonde; there aren't a lot of blondes in my stories usually.

I'm getting asked to include other divas from the past, but making characters takes the lion's share of the time in doing this, and my guidelines were that I liked everyone I included, and they had to be kind of recent.
Other Divas I considered putting in (AKA, made their characters) but didn't:
1) Cameron, because she's so hot, but it didn't seem like she'd be up for possibly winning a title
2) Sasha Banks, as an ally of Naomi. I like her, but maybe not enough.
3) Becky Lynch, as an ally of Paige. The same goes for her. Maybe she'll grown on me in time.
4) Jojo, as an announcer. I really intended to have the commentary guys off-camera talking about what was going on; there were lots of funny things they could say, but when I tried writing their dialogue, it just felt a little too "icky" for some reason, so I let the Divas' words and actions (and sometimes thoughts) add narrative voice where it was needed.

Of the ones I used, I think Paige, Naomi, and Nikki turned out best. Aksana looks better in the last image, where I realized her eyes had been a little too large and cartoony up to that point. The two I really should have worked on a bit longer, face-wise, were Brie and Stephanie, but that's sort of moot now.

I really love Paige, too. She's more my kind of girl, but rather skinny for my taste. Nikki isn't fat, and Paige isn't flat-chested, I just wanted to get out some of the ways female rivals sometimes insult each other in reality, combined with the way the wrestlers trash talk. And of course, they did a total divas episode about Brie wanting Nikki to lose weight, when really, I wish more people had Nikki's build.

The bad news for Paige is that I really love Paige, and that makes her a central character to the story. She has that belt now, but what will she have to do to keep it? The Bella battle may be won, but is the WAR/RAW over?

Also, thanks to everyone who was thanked me for this. I apologize for my own tastes and appetites being the guide, but it sort of has to be that way when I have limited time and I'm doing it for free--I make what I'd like to see.

Dude this stuff is great, and I presume you are planning to continue, which is awesome. You cracked these out all dead fast which is of course appreciated, and I realize you will take more time as you continue, but may I be cheeky and ask :D, when might you expect more to come out?

Hehe...the next time I have a few days where I don't have to do much work-wise or friend-wise...

The artwork is amazing

((Thanks for the kind words. This next bit is only a teaser, but having it here means I've accomplished a lot of the hard work between me and the next full chapter, so we'll see when it comes. I also wanted to get this plot twist out there before anyone guessed out loud that it was coming.))

PART 7

Paige stood triumphantly to the cheers of the fans, but then suddenly the crowd quieted down…as she turned her head to see why, she heard the strains of “Let’s Light it Up,” coming over the speakers. “oh, no,” she said out loud, “it couldn’t be…fuck!” That last syllable was censored for the TV audience, as the camera panned away from Paige and to AJ Lee skipping down the ramp, with a microphone. She was wearing an ensemble with black jean cutoffs, a black half-shirt showing a ribcage and heart, and red accessories. Her hair was in a pair of low pigtails, and she was wearing a little more makeup than she typically did for a match. Her face seemed frozen in a huge grin, and she had an intense look in her eye that was frighteningly familiar to divas who had wrestled her.

“Paige, Paige, Paige. I’ve gotta give it to you. Somehow, you thought you were going to be the champion at the end of this. That’s so adorable that you’d think that much of yourself, that it’s all about you. But I know, and so does everyone else, that you’re no champion.”

“I took the title from YOU,” Paige defended, lowering her arms and holding the belt close to herself. A slight quiver in her voice and her body language showed that she was nervous now.

“I let you have it for a while…” AJ continued, skipping toward the ring casually, “You were my…placeholder while I took a short vacation. But you made a huge mess of it, letting this Bella cow break my record. Now I’m back for what’s rightfully mine.” AJ grinned at how flustered she’d made Paige, then added, “Nice panties, by the way.”

Paige looked down and held her hands and the belt in front of herself as her elation with winning the title had been stripped away and her realization that her clothes also had been stripped away suddenly returned to dominate her consciousness. She stiffened up her posture a little to deliver a response, for the sake of her honor, but failed to achieve anything resembling AJ’s bravado, because she was left tired and vulnerable from the effort it had taken to overcome both Bella twins. Still, she spoke out, in her best attempt at a confident tone: “Go back to wherever you’ve been the last year. This title’s mine and I’m keeping it.”

AJ skipped right up to the ring, putting down her hand mic now that the overhead microphone could pick up her voice. “Oh, poor, deluded, flat-chested Paige.” “Hey, I’m not--” AJ cut her off, “Deluded? Oh, you certainly are. And just like Nikki, lying over there with her face covered in cake and her big butt glowing from a good spanking like a bad kid on her birthday, it seems you might have started celebrating a little too early. This isn’t over.” AJ climbed into the ring, put one foot on the prone Brie’s backside, sending her rolling out of the ring with a slow but firm kick, and walked over to Nikki. Paige was circling, clinging to the title belt, trying to predict what AJ would do, but she was tired from fighting the Bellas, and in no hurry to initiate contact. AJ dipped a finger in the icing on Nikki’s face and tasted it. “Tastes like defeat,” she laughed, “something you ‘Total Divas’ are going to become even more intimately familiar with. Shall the new revolution start with you, Paige?”

Paige’s skin was nearly in goosebumps in anticipation of what was to come. AJ was a formidable opponent any day, but after taking down the Bellas, Paige wasn’t ready for any more action. She steeled herself, and put the belt on the ground by her feet. AJ looked at the title like an old friend, but everyone knew the rules Stephanie had set out for this evening—you’d have to beat the current title holder in some way in order to be champion, and right now, that would be Paige.

PART 8

Paige knew she couldn’t put this off any longer, so, tired as she was, she took the initiative and lunged at AJ, who rewarded her for her efforts with a clothesline. Paige started to get up quickly, but AJ got behind her and grabbed her hair, turning as she did so she had leverage over Page’s arm, and bent her backwards not unlike a violent version of a dip while dancing.

Paige was being tossed like a ragdoll. In spite of her efforts, AJ had complete control of the situation. Normally, Paige would have been tapping out from the pain of this hold, but there was no ref to acknowledge if she did, so AJ held her, and smiled. “Paige, if you do what I say, I’m going to let you leave this ring with your panties intact. You want that, don’t you? From what I hear, you’re weird about keeping them on all the time in the locker room. I bet the fans want to know why.” Paige moaned. “I’ll take that as consent. You’re going to do three things for me, then I’ll let you walk out of this ring with your dignity intact. Well, at least a small part of it.”

Paige seemed to nod as much as she could with AJ gripping the back of her hair. “OK, repeat after me. ‘I’m Paige, a huge loser, and not as good as AJ. AJ deserves this title and I do not. I promise not to challenge for it until she’s taken the championship record back.’ Now you say it.”

The camera zoomed in on Paige as she clearly didn’t want to play this game. But AJ leveraged both her arm and her hair a bit more, and Paige’s mouth started to move, almost involuntarily, and halting in great pain. “I’m Paige…a huge…loser. AJ deserves this, I don’t. I won’t challenge her until she beats the—record.”

“See, you are good for something,” AJ smiled, releasing the hold on Paige before grabbing her hair again. “Secondly, I want you to have a seat with your girlfriend Nikki over here.” She sat Paige down in the corner, in front of the barely conscious Nikki. “Good. Now pucker up.” AJ assumed the position of a stinkface. “I want to feel your lips kissing it. You need to know where you stand when a real champion comes around.”

Paige might or might not have kissed AJ’s backside. Any discussion of the matter would be purely academic, since AJ thrust it into her face roughly. Paige was trapped between Nikki and AJ like the meat in a sandwich she would never have ordered. But even after literally rubbing her face in it, or vice-versa, AJ wasn’t done. She grabbed Paige’s hair and pulled her up to her knees, turning her around so she was on all fours facing Nikki.

“Now that you’ve kissed a real champion, I want to see you kiss the fake one. On the lips.” AJ encouraged Paige to kiss Nikki by pulling her hair in that direction. Paige resented this as much as she assumed Nikki did, but she had a plan. She kissed Nikki passionately. Nikki’s eyes opened wide with surprise and disapproval at someone who was her enemy moments ago kissing her so…sexually. “Now, isn’t that cute? I seem to have unearthed some feelings in our dark little pixie of the night that no one knew she had for fatass glamour woman here.”

As Paige predicted, AJ let go of her hair and backed off a bit to let Paige have her way with Nikki. When she turned to the audience to point at what was going on, Paige whispered, “Come on, get up, let’s get her.” Paige jumped to her feet as quickly as possible, and AJ was ready, rushing her. But she didn’t count on a reinvigorated Nikki pushing her through when Paige dodged, so that she would up bent over the top rope, balancing on her toes. Nikki quickly leapt out of the ring to grab her arms, while Paige reached around and undid the belt that held her shorts up. Things had changed very abruptly for AJ, and she needed to find a way to break free and deal with this unusual team-up.

((Sorry to leave it on a cliff-hanger, er, rope-hanger. More to come sometime.))