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.))
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