On last week’s episode of RAW, AJ Lee was defeated for her Diva’s Championship in a bra and panties match. The shock match led to a minor increase in ratings, but huge numbers for the WWE’s YouTube channel. Vindicated in her decision, Stephanie McMahon champions a new era in the Diva’s division with Natalya as her champion.
This week’s episode of RAW kicks off with the ‘Welcome to the Queendom’ blaring through the titantron. Stephanie McMahon emerges from behind the curtain in a black business jacket and matching trousers. Her skin shines as the light bounces off every square inch of her perfectly crafted features.
She is all smiles as her plan to humiliate AJ Lee worked perfectly. Stepping under the bottom rope, Stephanie grabs a microphone from the ring hand as her music gently ebbs away. To her surprise, there are even some cheers in the crowd. So much for that unwavering support for AJ Lee.
“This week marks the first show where a new Diva’s champion begins her reign. Leading on from great champions like the Fabulous Moolah, Lita, and Trish Stratus, Natalya will begin a long and glorious title reign at the head of the division. She is the Authority’s champion and she will dominate,” said Stephanie.
The crowd collectively take in breath as they expect to see the new champion emerge from behind the curtain. Stephanie pauses to collect her thoughts.
“But now I’m going to turn to the issue of AJ Lee. I’ve got to give you some credit. The next day at WWE headquarters in Connecticut, I expected to see your resignation on my desk. But you’ve shown desire. You’ve shown heart. You want to continue fighting. But none of that matters.” Stephanie grinned. “Because last week’s match was one of the most highly rated matches of the last few years. And that’s why it won’t be a one-time only deal.”
The crowd predictably began to cheer for that announcement. Stephanie smiled again, but this time it was laced with the usual McMahon malice.
“Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t going to signal a change to the division. I have nothing against anyone else. This is just for you AJ. If you want to continue – and I know you can hear me – then every match you fight from now on will be a bra and panties match. I will tell you who your opponent is going to be. The matches will happen when I say. If you want to win the title, you will have to play my game.”
“But first of all, let me explain how this is going to work. You want another shot at the champion, you will have to win three straight matches. You lose a match you go back to the bottom and you start again. I don’t think you can take it, but I’d love to see you try. As my father would say, you’ve got no chance in hell.”
Stephanie dropped the microphone and her music played. She strutted out of the ring with a satisfied look on her face. Yes, AJ stood no chance. She wondered whether she would even consent to such a match.
An hour into the broadcast the match was announced. AJ Lee would face off against Rosa Mendes. The crowd were happy either way, but everyone knew why Rosa had no problem with this sort of match. Her lack of in-ring ability meant she had no chance of receiving a title shot. Maybe doing the Authority’s dirty work would get her what she wanted?
Rosa Mendes’s ‘Peligrosa’ played through the titanton. Rosa’s ring gear consisted of a tiny pair of steel grey spandex shorts that showed off every inch of her long latina legs. A matching steel grey cut-off top barely contained her breasts as she marched down to the ring, shaking her booty as she went.
Rosa strutted around the ring like she was the new Stacy Keibler. Within seconds, her music cut off and ‘Let’s Light It Up’ replaced it. The crowd erupted even before AJ came through the curtain. What state of mind would the former champion be in? Would she even be able to focus her mind on the task at hand?
AJ Lee emerged through the curtain with a wicked frown on her face. Dressed in her ring gear of a cut-off black Love Bites top and a pair of jean shorts with studded belt, she didn’t stop to acknowledge the fans. She halted at the ring apron as Rosa tried to taunt her from inside. Marching her long Chuck Taylors up the ring steps, it was like she was stomping with every step she took.
Still Rosa taunted her like she was nothing just because she lost one match, albeit a bra and panties match.
AJ wiped her feet on the ring apron, ducked under the bottom rope, and charged at Rosa before the bell could even ring. The ref called for the bell as Rosa and AJ rolled around in the middle of the ring, tearing at each other’s hair.
Over and over they went until AJ found herself on top. She punched a closed fist straight into Rosa’s pretty face. Rosa’s head snapped back off the canvas. AJ followed it up with another and another, even as the ref complained about her use of the closed fist. It didn’t really matter as everyone knew the bra and panties match was no disqualification anyway.
Rosa groaned as she was laid out. Her legs flopped around like two dead fish freshly caught. AJ wasted no time in displaying her wrestling moves by tearing the short pink top over Rosa’s breasts. Her reasonably-sized chest came into view covered by a sky blue bra.
Rosa came too and just managed to put up some token resistance before AJ ripped the top from her arms. AJ got off her opponent and threw the top outside the ring.
Rosa seemed to curse as she scooted away on her behind, with one arm covering her average breasts. AJ moved in again, but Rosa ducked her head under the bottom rope. Every time AJ came in, she tried to fend her off. In the end, the referee stepped in and dragged AJ away by wrapping an arm around her midsection.
AJ snapped an angry glare at the referee but didn’t say a word. This was no time for taunting. She wasn’t going to drag this spectacle out. It was only Rosa. Just a meaningless obstacle thrown into her path.
Rosa watched as AJ was backed up. She used her powerful legs to shoot to her feet and sent a thumb over the referee’s shoulder. It hit its mark and AJ turned away holding her face. Rosa moved the referee aside and instantly dropped to her knees. She seized the sides of AJ’s tiny jean shorts and pulled with all her might.
The shorts didn’t move an inch. The belt was too strong. How could she have been so stupid as to forget about the belt?
AJ’s hands rushed to her well-secured shorts and she pulled back on them anyway. Blinking her stricken eye, she swung her leg around and hit a shining wizard. Her boot collided with the side of Rosa’s head and she fell forward in a heap.
AJ pressed her hand to her face. The feeling of Rosa’s finger still made her eye water. In the seconds since the kick, Rosa had only managed to move an inch. AJ let forth a primal scream and plunged her hands into the back of the spandex. She got a good grip and tore them down her rear end.
Clad in a pair of matching sky blue panties, her ass stuck up in the air. Seeing most of Rosa’s ass cheeks on show reminded her of the humiliation she had gone through the week before.
Instead of removing the shorts and winning the match, AJ dropped to her knees and began to spank Rosa again and again. Her hand cracked off bare skin as both women screamed. One for fury of what had happened to her and one for the pain of the hand smacking her with no let up.
Rosa tried to jump away, but the shorts bundled at her knees locked her in this personal hell like a pair of police officer’s manacles. In the end, she disengaged from her own shorts and shot under the bottom rope to the ground. She clutched her stricken behind, thankful that the shade of her skin meant nobody could see any evidence of the blows.
The bell rang and AJ’s music played as the crowd cheered and jeered at Rosa as she slowly crawled half way up the ramp and fled to the back.
AJ wasted no time in picking up a microphone from a ring hand. Her music faded almost instantly. Nobody would dare irritate AJ this evening. Still holding Rosa’s shorts in her hand, her breath came ragged into the microphone. She hadn’t broken a sweat, but her coursing adrenaline made it almost impossible for her to compose herself.
“Is this what you want, Stephanie? You want this to happen to every woman on the roster. I’m warning you that this is what will happen, so I hope you’ve got lots of employee complaint forms set up. What I did to Rosa was just the start of it. Nobody in the division can beat me in a fair fight and you know it.” The crowd noise increased in agreement. “But if I have to play your little games to get my title back, fine. That’s one. Two more and then you Natalya are done. I just hope you lose the title in the meantime because your ass is mine.”
AJ dropped the microphone and expected her music to play. Instead, ‘Welcome to the Queendom’ made her retreat back towards the centre of the ring. What could Stephanie want this time?
“AJ, AJ, AJ, I am delighted that you want to give the Authority some healthy competition. But you beat Rosa. That was the easiest girl I could have put you up against and you beat her down. Good. But you will compete whenever I say in whatever way I say.”
Stephanie stopped and glanced at the curtain. The seconds passed by and no music played. Stephanie turned back to AJ with a grin.
“But not tonight. You’ve earned the rest of the night off. Just remember that as long as you can keep your clothes on in a sanctioned match you’re good. Lose and that’s it. You’re done. Have a good night.”
AJ clenched her fists and glared at Stephanie from the ramp. The segment faded away and the fans were left wondering just what games the Authority would come up with next week.
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