PART 2
As Stephanie walked off the stage, the camera cut to the hallway, where, Aksana and Layla were checking the gear. “We haven’t always seen eye to eye,” Layla offered, “but one of us needs to take this title, and there are two Bella twins in that ring.” Aksana smiled, “I will work with you, ugly Layla.” Anger shot over Layla’s features, but, without giving her time to react to the slight, Aksana smiled, and started to walk down the hallway. “Together. Let’s go!”
The screens flashed and sultry saxophone music faded into ‘Insatiable.’
Brie Bella stretched and prepared to meet her opponents. Nikki’s eyes merely widened in concern and disbelief. “They can’t come out now! I have to change! Stop! Let me get into my ring gear.”
But Aksana and Layla were already charging down the ramp toward the ring. Nikki considered making a run outside of the ring, but she realized that the way Stephanie was rewriting the rules, it probably wouldn’t matter where her opponents took the belt. She slipped off her high heeled shoes so she’d have better balance, and braced herself.
Aksana arrived at the ring first, and Brie went right for her, protecting her sister, but that meant that Layla made her way to the champion unhindered.
Nikki tried to dodge out of the way as Layla lunged at her. With her high heels off, she was considerably more agile than she had been moments ago, and she broke into a congratulatory smile, proud of the foresight she had had to remove them. Layla’s initial lunge had missed, but she was far from finished with Nikki. She grabbed the ropes and turned herself around, hurling herself at the brunette again. Nikki managed to dodge her attack, applying a clothesline that knocked Layla to the ground.
Meanwhile, Brie was doing her best to subdue Aksana. Brie had put her on her knees and wrapped a leg around her shoulder to try to get her to submit. “There’s no ref, no count, no tap out…we’re going to fight until we get that belt,” the Lithuanian wrestler said through a thick accent. Brie simply tightened her hold.
Nikki, straddling Layla and holding down her arms, realized that Aksana was right. They wouldn’t be able to subdue every wrestler all night. They needed a way to finish this. “Brie!” she shouted, “How do we win this?” “You don’t!” Layla replied, struggling. “I wasn’t asking you,” replied Nikki, pulling Layla back up to her feet before knocking her down again. She grabbed her opponent as if to roll her up. “There’s no ref, and I’m not staying down!” Layla threatened. “I’m counting on it,” the champion hissed in response.
Much to Layla’s surprise, instead of pinning her, the champ used her legs to hold down her opponent’s arms while letting her legs free in the air. At the risk of a knee to the face, Nikki went through with her plan. Instead of pinning Layla, she pulled off her pink shorts, revealing an off-white cotton thong. “No!” was able Layla was able to get out in response before Nikki grabbed her backside with one hand and slapped it repeatedly with the other, until her swinging knees became too much to control Then she dropped her to the mat again and climbed to her feet.
The tiny thong offered Layla little protection as Nikki grabbed her by the wrists and planted a hard knee between her thighs. As Layla bent over, Dazed, Nikki grabbed her top and tore it from her in one sweeping motion. Layla’s considerable breasts bounced into sight. “You b*tch! You’re stripping me!” Layla spat. “Smart thinking. That’s why I’m the champ and you’re…oh, that’s right, you’re retired. So why not take those saggy old tits and get back where you belong?”
“My tits are not…I’ll get you for this!” Layla charged at the champion, enraged. “Okay,” said Nikki confidently, dodging her attack “remember, you asked for this!” With that, she reached behind her and caught the back of Layla’s tiny thong. Within moments she was behind the Diva, pulling the puny garment into a painful-looking wedgie, which she held for an uncomfortably long time. A swift kick to the rear tore what was left of the thong and revealed Layla’s trimmed patch of pubic hair. Just as Nikki hoped, this level of exposure set the diva to flight.
Any hope of winning the title literally stripped away, Layla ran up the ramp toward the locker rooms. Nikki turned her attention to her sister, who had managed to lose her advantage over Aksana.
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