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Giggles 04 - Natasha and Yelena

"I - No, Yelena, you're doing it wrong. Here, use your other arm - No, your OTHER other arm..! I.."

"I think it looks better than yours, if I'm being honest."

It was a busy few days for the Black Widows, but after all the fighting and running that they have had to endure, they forgot that it was possible to have fun every now and again. Sure, maybe they should be planning how to break Alexei out of prison, but one thing lead to another and Yelena insisted she could perform a better three point pose than Natasha herself.

"No, it doesn't. If you push up with that arm, you aren't going to have enough balance. It isn't about looking good when you land, it's about getting back up." Natasha tried to explain to the younger Widow.

"So you're telling me that you Avengers aren't constantly thinking about how you are going to look on the covers of magazines and television? Natasha, you can't fool me." Yelena retorted as she tried to keep optimal balance in her three-point pose just to defy her sister's advice and prove her wrong.

"Well, when you save the world multiple times, you don't have the energy to think about fashion all that much." Natasha tried to explain to her wobbling sister. "I can tell." Yelena spoke. "After all, I'm the one with the stylish AND practical vest." She smiled.

"It's tacky."

"Got more pockets that you." She shrugged, almost completely falling over and losing her balance at the notion. Luckily, Natasha was there to catch her sister, hands pressed against her sides to ensure she wouldn't fall on her face.

..Which caused the younger of the two to shoot up with a soft gasp.

Natasha blinked, thinking at first she just startled her sister. But no, that wasn't it.. All of a sudden, some memories began to wake up in her mind that she had forgotten about after all these years..

Memories of play fighting with Yelena in their childhood home of Ohio. While Natasha would usually win, having already been trained as a Black Widow, she would occasionally let Yelena win just to make her feel good.

But she would never, ever let Yelena win when it came to their favorite sport, which was tickle fighting..

"Yelena..?" Natasha asked, her sister turning around to face her, doing her best to keep her composure and play it cool after her reaction. "I.. Yeah? What is it?"

"Do you remember, when we were kids.. We would play a game.." Natasha smiled a little bit, Yelena's cheeks darkening and trying to avoid the topic which she knew her sister was trying to get at. "I was very young. I do not remember such.. Such trivial details!" She said, which caused Natasha to smile a little wider. "Are you sure? Because I remember your favorite game.." She took a step towards her sister..

But Yelena would not be caught off guard so easily..

Already reaching for Natasha's arm, Yelena tried to pull her sister in and drag her to the ground. Both Widows since arriving at their safe house had stripped of their jumpsuits, and were in more casual attire. Both in tank tops, socks and pajama bottoms, which had swayed in the air as Yelena tried to flip her sister onto her back, though Natasha would not be taken down so quickly and easily..

Wrapping her legs around Yelena's arm, she pulled her down with her and pinned that arm with her legs, leaving her sister with only one arm to defend herself with, though Natasha was swift and managed to pin the flailing arm above Yelena's head.. In their tussle, it caused Yelena's top to rise and expose her stomach.. And left Natasha with one free hand, wiggling her red nails above the belly of her younger sister..

"I..! You release me this instant..! I'll.. I'm not even ticklish anymore..! Those childish games don't matter..!" Yelena said, her belly sinking in as much as possible as if to defend itself from the ever approaching claw of doom.. "Uh-huh. Theeeeen this won't bother you?" Natasha smiled before her nails struck their target, the right side of Yelena's exposed tummy, causing a squeak to slip through her lips, trying to roll onto her side and keep composure before cracking..

But Natasha's hands were more dedicated than Yelena's lips.. Which began to slip into a wider and wider smile, before the unthinkable happened..

..She began to giggle..

"Cuhut.. Ihit ohohohout..!~" Yelena snorted, Natasha's nails skittering closer to the middle of her sister's belly in retaliation to her sign of resistance. "Say I win." Natasha said, wanting to retain her undefeated streak of tickle fights with her sister. "NOHO! I wihill ehEHENDUHUHURE FAHAHAR WOHohorse tohohorture behefore ahahadmiHIHITTING SUHUCH LIHIhihies!"

"That never stopped me before." Natasha teased, deciding how is the perfect opportunity to use one of her secret weapons. Leaning down, she puckered her lips and blew a massive raspberry right on Yelena's helpless belly button, and her expression said it all. Eyes closed in a howl of silent laughter, the wheezing Widow arched her back and kicked her legs before losing herself in a fit of fulfilling and adorable laughter. "NOHOHO! N-Nahahatahasha wahahAHAHAI -"

She was cut off by yet another raspberry, her lungs unable to make a sound to properly exemplify how the ticklish girl felt, but the way her stomach quivered, the way she shivered, the shaking of her legs, it told a story of a girl who has not been tickled in over twenty years and forgot how ticklish, yet in love with the sensation, she was.

For a moment she felt like a little girl back in Ohio. For a moment she looked up at her blue-haired older sister. For a moment she heard Don McLean on the radio. For a moment she even saw their mother, or as she was known to the girls as the mighty tickle momster, sneaking in to join in the pile of ticklish fun the girls were having, only to exhaust themselves and fall asleep in a cuddle puddle on the floor.

She had forgotten those wonderful memories, and it took Natasha to remind her of these things.

But she was an adult now.

And she could fight back.

Natasha had let her guard down just long enough for Yelena to shoot her legs up and wrap them around her sister's body and arms, rolling her onto her back and pinning her down. Natasha was so distracted with tickling the younger woman, she had forgotten how formidable of a fighter she had grown up to be.. "I.. Wait, Yelena..! Okay maybe we've horsed around enough..! We should get back to work an - "

"Nyet." Was all Yelena said, smiling and digging into her sister's hips, causing her to instantly enter a fit of squealing and wiggling, tugging at her arms trapped between her sister's legs, if not to fight back AT LEAST cover her face to hide her burning cheeks from the teasing smile that was looking right at her. "Come on. Fight back. The big bad Avenger can't handle a little tickling? You have beaten gods, robot armies, S.H.I.E.L.D., even. Why can't you take your younger sister tickling you?"

Yelena was loving this, and Natasha could tell, even as she struggled wildly to rescue her hips from the dreaded assault they had no option but to endure." YOHOU.. AHAH WEHEHE NEHEED TOHO FOHOCUS!" She tried to explain through her laughter, hands flapping to try and reach Yelena's hips. "We didn't need to focus when you were tickling me. Maybe you should learn to focus. What's our next move, huh?"

Natasha couldn't believe she was stuck in this situation. She couldn't believe it even more when Yelena began to squeeze right into her thighs. "AAGGHH! STAHAHAP! WAHAIT I..!" "You what? Give up?"

Natasha was willing to do a lot to get Yelena to stop, but under NO circumstances would she give up. Not to Yelena. Not to somebody she has never, ever lost a tickle fight to. Managing to barely squeeze a hand free, she went for the one spot she knew she could win..

Yelena was too distracted to notice at first, but when she felt Natasha wrap an arm around her ankles she almost panicked. Toes curled in their socks, Yelena had to act fast.. And dove for Natasha's ankles.. Both girls managing to lock each other's feet in headlocks, once more finding themselves on equal footing - no pun intended.

Natasha peeled off the socks before her, trying to act quickly, knowing that she had to get Yelena to surrender first before her own soles were attacked. Feeling the cool breeze brush against her toes was warning enough that Yelena had ripped those socks off and it was all or nothing now..

Natasha went right for the arches, scratching her nails in which elicited a shriek from Yelena's lips, which was almost as loud as the squeal that crawled out of Natasha's throat when Yelena skittered her nails into that bare heel, both girls rolling around on the ground, refusing to release each other, both girls wanting nothing more than to prove the superior fighter in the art of tickling. Both were so equally matched, but both had their own unique ways to fight back..

Natasha was so skilled, her nails sharper and more precise, as if every wrinkle was forced to be stimulated in the most ticklish ways possible. Yelena, however, was more frantic. Unpredictable. Darting back and forth between different spots on Natasha's feet, the older Widow unable to keep up with the frantic nature that she had to endure, even moreso when Yelena tried to press her own feet into Natasha's face to both hide her soles and to annoy the Avenger into surrender more quickly..

"YOHOU.. LEHET GOHOHO!"

"YOHOHOU FIHIRST! AAGGHH STAHAP!"

"YOHOU FIHIRST!"

"NOHO YOHOU FIHIRST!!"

One had to give, but neither one was willing to lose. Yelena couldn't lose, she had to prove herself to her sister. Natasha had to defend her streak. But only one was willing to go the extra mile to drive her sister crazy.

"N-NOHOHO! AAHHAHAH ST-STAHAP THAHAT! W-WAHAHAIT!!"

Once Yelena began to nibble into Natasha's toes, she had no idea how to react to this situation. She had been tortured, broken, and endured horrors beyond what she was capable of knowing how to cope with, yet still walked forward and tried to be the best person she could be.

But what she learned on this night was toe nibbling was something she had no idea how to handle.

"AAGGHHAHAHAH I GIHIVE I GIHIHIVE!! YOHOHOU WIHIHIN!~"

Yelena stopped, Natasha tapping out on the floor as the younger sister pulled her feet free.. Finally.. She had won.. Catching her breath and laying across the calves of her fallen foe.. Smiling and turning her head to look at her..

Both girls were tired, their hair stuck to their face.. But they smiled at each other.. "Who's.. Ahah.. Who's the winner now..?~" Yelena asked, panting as Natasha chuckled.. "Fine.. Yohou are the behetter tickle master.. I hehereby grant you the rank of Master Tickler.." Natasha said with a smile, for the first time in a while just feeling happy to be with somebody who she could consider family..

"Good.. Now say my vest is cool.." Yelena added, Natasha shaking her head before laying it back down on the floor.. "Yeah, no.." She said..

She was then laughing her head off when Yelena went back to nibbling and scratching those sensitive soles of the Avenger.. "OKAHAY OKAHAHAY IHIT'S COHOOL!!~"

It wouldn't be too long after this that they would fall asleep in each other's arms on the floor, very much like they did when they were little girls..

Well, I certainly can't turn down the opportunity with excitement like that!

BWF Tickler Headcanon: Edge

By special request, here is a tickler headcanon featuring Edge!

As a tickler:

-Loves tickling Beth. He tickles her whenever he gets the opportunity to do so.

-Playfully teases her and pokes her in front of the kids.

-Is also the "big, bad tickle monster" with the kids as well.

-His ultimate weapon (and Beth's ultimate weakness) is his beard.

-This is even more wonderfully dreadful when he nibbles her toes or raspberries her tummy.

-Not afraid to be a mean tickler and will tie Beth up before wrecking her from time to time.

-Can be a bit of an intimate tickler. When the mood is just right, he will become the "Rated R Tickler" with Beth.

-Starts tickle fights with Beth and the kids a lot. Often times, he loses once they all decide to gang up on him..

-Edge is mostly a tickler, but can be swayed to be the lee. This can usually be achieved with Beth tickling his neck, which is a tactic that she adores to abuse, and really? Edge tends to just let it happen.

Absolutely!

BWF Tickle Headcanon: Beth Phoenix

By special request, here is a headcanon featuring Beth Phoenix!

As a tickler:

-Beth loves tickling, and she is terrifyingly good at it. She has had nothing but time to practice, whether that be with Natalya and helping each other hone their craft, or over the years with Edge, who she eagerly tickles whenever possible.

-Will tie up a lee if she doesn't get along with them, but is a little nicer to her friends.

-Will still wreck her friends, mind you, and uses her strength to pin them down in inescapable tickle submission holds.

-Will accept the challenge of taking on two lers at once in tickle fights. Most of the time, she still manages to win.

-Her best tools are her own. Nails and teeth. She will use other tools, but she is a firm believer that the best way to torment a ticklish lee is to use what you already have.

-Under no circumstances should you allow her anywhere near your tummy. It won't ever be the same again.

-Won't stop until her victim is properly tuckered out.

-Loves to nibble up a defenseless set of ticklish toes.

-Will worship, but the lee has to pay for it with their laughter first.

-Often thinks about returning full time to get a turn wrecking all the new women.

As a ticklee:

-Claims she doesn't like being tickled. Her close friends know otherwise.

-Won't ever admit to being ticklish, but if you sneak up on her and squeeze her hips, she will jump through the roof.

-Only ever let her lee side out around Edge or Natalya, though she still very much prefers to dish out the punishment.

-Has to be tied down, or she WILL turn the tables on her ler. This is not a prediction, this is a spoiler.

-Her armpits are a death spot. They are the easiest and most effortless spot to tickle if you want to turn her into an absolute mess of a ticklish little lee.

-Will act like something doesn't tickle when in fact she is going crazy. Always ends up bursting into uncontrollable laughter.

-Toe nibbling is one of her biggest strengths as well as weaknesses. Goes crazy when Edge (and his beard) make the attempt.

-Admittedly turns into a cute little mess of a lee when her stomach and sides are gently teased and tickled.

-Feathers are surprisingly affective against her, especially around her neck and ears.

Dana Brooke vs. Reckoning

Reckoning couldn't believe the position she was in right noe. First, she had her mask knocked off, then she lost to Dana Brooke of all people and then she got yelled at by Mustafa Ali? Some in-ring Raw debut she had. Tied spread eagle on the bed in her ring-gear, sans her shoes and socks, Reckoning grumbled into the gag pressed into her lips.

Dana Brooke smiled at her prey, excited to have somebody to play with, especially since it is not very often she gets to be on the dominate end of the tickling. Sitting between the legs of her victim, Dana smiled from ear to ear as she looked Reckoning over. "Let this be a lesson for what happens when you underestimate me." She said with an excited smile and a nail sliding around in circles against Reckoning's exposed armpit.

Reckoning huffed into her gag and watched that devious nail slip around where it doesn't belong. Teeth biting down on the gag before letting out a sharp gasp at a second nail prodding her other underarm and she tugs hard on her arms, though her hands are too far away to even consider saving her armpits. Dana smiled widely and wickedly as her nails skittered down past Reckoning's ribs and across her sides before dipping down into het hip bones, forcing a shrill squeal and a fruitless lunge out of the girl. "HHNNGGMMPPHH!"

"Oh, did I find a sweet spot? If you want me to quit it, just say so!~" Dana chuckled as Reckoning twisted around in her binds, though nothing seemed to help. Throwing her head back as Dana's fingers squeezed and kneaded into those delicate hips, she was caught off guard when her inner thighs were given quick, intense squeezing. Her legs shook violently, her hair flung around and stuck to her face, her toes curled and yanked at the leather straps securing them to the footboard. Nothing she did made thr tickling any more bearable. Eventually Dana would stop, but not for long. Not when those feet needed an ample amount of attention.

Watching her tormentor crawl down to her bare foot, Reckoning curled her toes in defense before Dana pried them back with her fingers and brandished a pen. "Let's see, what should we draw..?~" Dana asked, Reckoning shaking her head in defiance before the pen began to draw circles into her heel. An adorable snort forced itself out of her gagged lips, causing Dana to smile and draw on Reckoning's toes. "How precious! Let's get you to do that again!~"

Dana didn't stop until Reckoning's toes were completely filled in with ink, adorable snorting could be heard throughout the entire ordeal. Her toes quivered and twitched in tingly fashion, Reckoning thinking she might have a break, though her eyes widened in horror when Dana grabbed a sponge. "We can't leave your cute toes covered in ink! We have to scrub them clean!"

Reckoning howled into the gag the entire night, the soapy sponge scrubbing every centimeter of her toes clean in a process that felt like it took hours. Panting into the gag, eyes watery and chest heaving, to her horror, felt that awful pen slip across the arch on her as-of-yet untouched foot. "We can't leave this little tootsie all by itself! Let's not stop until we have your whole foot covered in ink. Your toes were the warmup, let's get to the main event.~"

Asuka & Lana vs. Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler

This was an outrage. For the second week in a row Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler lost to Asuka and Lana. They weren't even a tag team before last week and they managed to best the WWE Women's Tag Team Champions for two weeks straight? And to make matters more humiliating, Lana PINNED Shayna?! Lana of all people pinned Shayna Baszler! The champs were not happy about this. Being put into the same spot for two weeks in a row was an injustice. But yet, here they are.. And Lana and Asuka intended to break them for a second week.. Though Lana wanted to get het nails on Shayna this time..

Shayna was gagged last time, but Lana felt the urge to strip her of more senses this time around. Blindfolding the fighter, Lana surveyed her prey with a smile across her lips. She had so much fun tickling Nia the week prior, but Shayna? Nia was an act of revenge. Shayna felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Ravishing One, and she was not going to waste it! "The mighty Shayna Baszler. One of the most feared women in WWE. One of the four horsewomen in MMA. A two time NXT Women's Champion, tag team champion and one of the most dominate performers in the history of the Elimination Chamber. And I. Pinned. You.~" Lanna teased with a poke to Shayna's belly at each word, making the woman growl into her gag..

Nia was left ungagged, but still blindfolded at the hands of the Raw Women's Champion. Asuka smiled a wicked smile as she looked Nia over, tapping a nail into the outstretched armpit of her lee. Nia's lips cracked into a smile as her hands gently pulled at her restraints, but those arms would stay firmly locked in place, even when Asuka slipped her fingers into Nia's other pit.

But Asuka wasn't one for teasing.

Hopping atop the subdued Nia Jax, Asuka straddled the midsection of her ticklish victim and dug into both armpits as feverishly as she could! Nia squealed and bounced around on the bed, but was utterly helpless against the dexterous fingers of the Empress of Tomorrow. "AH-AHAHAH! WAHAHAIT I - HOHOLD OHOHON! AHASUKA!" Nia pleaded, only for Asuka to chuckle to herself. Begging, how cute, but how pointless..

Lana was testing the waters with Baszler, her nails squeezing happily into the kneecaps of the writhing warrior strapped firmly to the bed. Shayna growled and huffed into the gag, stifling her giggles to the best of her ability to do so, but every attempt was thwarted by those cruel and unforgiving nails periodically slipping into the delicate undersides of Shayna's knees. The response was delicious, the bed shaking as Baszler tried to lunge forward to halt her assailant from tormenting those knees further, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Shayna could only accept the fact that Lana was breaking her with ease.. "Oh poor Shayna! Don't tell me these kneesy weesie's are tickly wickly?! I better tickle tickle tickle them until they just aren't tickly anymore!~"

Shayna screamed a combination of desperation, anger, and ticklishness. She hated that Lana was dominating her. She hated how she could not avoid those unforgiving nails. She hated how good Lana was at this the most, though, and it showed. She didn't know what to do to accept the fact that she was in this situation in the first place, let alone it being a reality that she was taking part in! "GGNNNMMPPHH! MMRRGGGHH! GGGGHHHHHMMPH!"

"Well, if you want me to get your feet you should have just said so.." Lana winked, knowing Shayna couldn't have seen it.. But she was too into being the terrible tickler she didn't care..

What are you supposed to do when you are tied down and a Japanese woman is currently scratching into and lickling your insanely ticklish stomach? Nia Jax asked herself constantly in her head, over and over and over again what to do, and she had no answers. She couldn't accept it, but what else was she to do? She didn't even know if Asuka could understand her begging with her limited English and wailing howls of laughter forcing her words to become contorted into ticklish desperation. "GAHAHAWD! EHEHEHENOUGH WIHITH THEHE TUHUMMY! EHENOUHH AHALREHEADY! AHAHASUKA!!"

"Nia Jax.. Too.. Ticklish..~" Asuka managed to speak before blowing a raspberry into Nia's belly button. Never had Asuka or Lana or Shayna heard such a shriek from Nia's lips. It wouldn't die down when Asuka swirled her tongue around inside Jax's navel either, her blindfold wet from so many tears of ticklish laughter..

Shayna screamed into the gag at Lana's devilish fingernails stroking up and down her taut, stocked, toe-tied and oiled soles. Shayna had never felt nails this sharp and cruel, her feet never subjected to such an agonizing torment that only Lana was capable of dishing out. She wanted freedom. She NEEDED Lana to stop! Dare she even think it.. She would beg if she was not gagged.. Was the gag a curse or a blessing..? It forced her to suffer her ticklish demise at a more extreme level.. But also kept her from becoming humiliated even further by begging as if her life depended on it.. But no matter what happened, she would struggle into exhaustion.. Fading once again into blissful unconsciousness.. And Nia Jax, well.. She was all alone now.. With two ticklers once again..

If Nia wasn't blindfolded or being distracted by Asuka tormenting her unfortunate stomach, she could have maybe anticipated Lana at her feet. She could have maybe paid more attention to the feeling of baby oil being rubbed into her arches. But she didn't, and now, with both Asuka at her belly and Lana at her feet, what was she to do but scream?

"OHOH PLEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEASE WAHAIT! WAHAHAIT WAHAHAIT M-MEHERCY MEHEHEHERCY PLEHEHEASE!!" Nia begged as if her life depended on it.. But it was no use.. She wasn't ready for Asuka..

"We stop.. Once you hand over microfilm..~"

-Not much is known about Reckoning.

-Given the ruthless nature of Retribution, it would probably be wise to avoid at all costs.

-Evidence suggests Reckoning is in fact incredibly ticklish.

Tickler:

-Rather inexperienced compared to most other women on the roster.

-Despite her lack of experience, she is still an incredibly formidable tickler.

-Has to keep her lees tied down, otherwise she tends to be overpowered rather easily.

-Gets very excited when she gets to tickle somebody for a change.

-Loves to tease her lees. She tends to be more ot a lighthearted ler instead of a degrading one.

-One of her favorite tickle tactics is to draw on her lee with a pen before scrubbing it off and starting over.

-Loves tummy tickling.

-Is quite formidable in a tickle fight.

Ticklee:

-Is very used to being the lee in most situations. This does not make her any less ticklish.

-Dana is ticklish all over and any tickle tactic is noticeably effective against her.

-Despite her skill in tickle fights, she still tends to lose them.

-Tries to hide the fact that she has fun being tickled but is open about it with the people she is close to.

-Asks her friends to tie her down. Struggles when she loses against somebody she doesn't like.

-Friend or foe, she will be in bliss if her feet are worshipped.

-Friend or foe, she will be a wiggling monster if her feet are scrubbed.

Bianca Belair vs. Natalya

"I thought you were the BEST of all time, Nattie? Isn't that what you said? You should have realized that is nothing compared to the E.. S.. T..~" Bianca had Nattie firmly tied down on the bed, laying on her stomach with her arms intricately tied with nylon rope behind her back. Bianca wanted Nattie's feet, and she would have them, as they were stocked and toe tied firmly for the EST of WWE. Rubbing baby oil into Nattie's soft soles made the former Women's Champion shudder in her binds. "You got l-lucky.. That's all.." Nattie said before gasping at a long, sharp nail dragging itself down the wrinkle arch spread out for display and torment.

Bianca smiled at Nattie's reaction. These feet were hers to play with, and she would take full advantage and pride that she took out a veteran by herself.. Well.. Bayley may have distracted Mattie a little bit.. But as far as Bianca was concerned, a win is a win.. It was as true as the laughter that Nattie was unable to hide, face buried in the mattress as Belairs sharp nails explored every inch and crevice of sole that she could get her hands on. "You shouldn't have gotten distracted. How long have you been here for? A decade? And you let Bayley distract you? Nattie, you deserve to be beaten for such a rookie mistake. You deserve to be punished..~"

Nattie would argue her point, but was caught off guard at the long strand of hair gliding across her toes. Bianca's hair was soft and tickled far more than she was expecting. She bit back a chuckle and clenched her fingers to prepare herself, but it was all pointless as Bianca began to saw her hair between the first two tied toes on her right foot, causing Nattie to lose it! "N-NYAHAHAH! YOHOU CUHUT THAHAT OHOHOUT! STAHAHAP!"

"If I stop, it's gonna become way worse." Bianca explained as her hair kept dragging itself against those twitching toes that ached to get away. "YEHES YEHES YEHES AHANYTHING JUHUST STAHAHAP WIHITH THEHE HAHAIR!~"

Bianca did stop with the hair. Nattie panted, thinking nothing would tickle as much as Bianca's hair. She screamed when the hairbrushes attacked. Both feet scrubbed for every nerve they were worth, Nattie throwing her head back and bucking like a worm on the bed, though her feet stayed firmly restrained. "OHOH MY GOHOD! OKOKOK YOHOU CAHAHAN UHUSE YOHOUR HAHAIR! PLEHEASE! I'M BEHEHEGGING YOHOU! NOHOT THEHE BRUHUSHES!~"

"You asked for this. You didn't want my hair tickling yout toes. Now deal with it." Bianca explained as the brushes scrubbed against the pudgy pads of Nattie's toes, making the poor Canadian shriek with ticklish horror. "I'LL DOHO AHANYTHING! JUHUST NOHOT THEHE TOHOES!"

Bianca paused, leaned down and blew onto Nattie's twitching toes. "No hair. No brushes. No toes. Nattie, I'm in charge. Not you." She spoke in a low voice, licking Nattie's big toe once with forced a ticklish cackle and shudder from the poor girl. "I will torture you however I want for however long I want. And you will accept it. After all, when it comes to wrecking ticklish tootsies.. I am.. Un.. De.. FEETed.." She exclaimed with further brushing and full on lickling of Nattie's quivering toes.

Tickler:

-Loves to tickle. One of her favorite activities in the world.

-Will lickle, nibble, worship, gobble up her lee with no shame.

-Will start tickle fights and refer to it as "Training in the Tickle Dungeon"

-Loves to use cats and kittens to help tickle her victims.

-One of the most experienced on the roster given the incredibly lengthy tenure she has had with the company.

-A tickle tactician for almost every spot.

-Loves to tease.

Ticklee:

-For her years of service, she still never got used to being tickle tortured. She is just that sensitive.

-For every tickle tactic she dishes out, she cannot handle in the slightest in return.

-Has managed to untie herself. It is recommended to usr firmer straps or tie her in more intricate manners.

-Can't handle being worshiped without screaming.

-Has no volume level. If she is tickled, she is loud.

-Tries not to beg. Always ends up begging.

-Says she hates it, but everyone knows she loves it.

Tickler:

-Is a very experienced tickler given how often she tends to win.

-Her favorite tickle tool? Her hair. Brushes are very high on the list as well.

-Takes great care of her nails.

-Not the most ruthless tickler, but tends to not go very easy on any of her lees.

-Easily manages to overpower any disobedient lee since she is one of the strongest women on the roster.

-Tends to mostly focus on the lee's feet, though will tickle elsewhere to keep her lee guessing.

Ticklee:

-Loves being worshipped but it tickles way too much for her own good.

-Takes immaculate care of her feet to make them inviting.

-Doesn't get tickled too often, so she tends to always forget how sensitive she is.

-Has to be tied down securely given how strong she is.

-While her feet are the most sensitive spot on her body, she is noticeably ticklish everywhere.

Candice LeRae vs. Ember Moon

"How sweet of you to let me beat you earlier. I've been looking forward to this, Ember.~" Candice cooed as she examined her handiwork. Ember frowned at LeRae, adorned in her black and red bra and panties, wrists and biceps secured directly above her head as her legs were mummified with saran wrap. Her waist was tied down, as were her ankles. Her toes were left free for now, scrunched and curled as Candice began to straddle the lap of her prey as she lay bound on the bed.

Ember took deep breaths. On one hand, she would accept this as a test of her will and resolve to handle being tickle tortured by somebody as cruel as Candice LeRae. On the other hand, she couldn't stand Candice and felt rather ashamed that she allowed herself to be beaten. She was a warrior of pride, however, and accepted her fate. "You wouldn't have beaten me if it weren't for your cronies. I should have known better, you wouldn't have fought a fair fight. But you won't get the better of me a second time tonight.."

Candice smirked at Ember's response before pressing her nails into the sides of her unfortunate lee. "We'll see about that, Emby.~" She winked, causing a blush to spread across Moon's cheeks before they began to contort from her lips cracking into a smile. Candice had sharp nails, painted a silvery blue as they began to rake around on Ember's sides and ribs. Ember quickly realized how little she could move, maybe an inch or two here or there, but not nearly enough to twist even the tiniest bit away from LeRae's nails. "A-Ahahah..! I shahall.. Ehendure..!" Ember challenged. Candice's smirk grew wider and more wicked. "I enjoy a challenge.~"

Her nails would slip into the bare and exposed underarms of her victim, which she knew was a severe weak spot on her target. Ember's eyes widened, her body tensed in preparation but there was nothing she could do. Not when those nails began to slowly spider and skitter into those outstretched hollows. "I - W-Wahahait a mihihinute..! CahaHAHANDICE..!" Ember squealed out as her head shoved itself into the mattress, fingers twitching as they tried to grab at their binds, lips forced to spread themselves wide against their will, all while Candice smiled devilishly at her unfortunate lee. "Does it tickle? Is poor Emby Wemby too tickly to handle such smooth, delicate armpits tickled with my mean old nails?~"

"I-I.. I..!" Ember didn't want to admit it.. She refused to acknowledge such ridiculous claims.. She refused to accept the nails sliding up and down her smooth armpits was cracking her resolve.. Or the fact that she would give anything in the world to have the privilege of lowering her arms.. Or the fact that if she had to take one single second more ot this maddening torment, she would scream.. "A-AhhhhHHAHAHAH OKOK YEHES YEHES IHIT IHIS TOHOO MUHUCH..!"

Ember expected Candice to resume the horrible armpit torture until she cried, but to her blissful surprise, it stopped. Her hair was already frazzled her breath heavy as she took in this merciful relief. "Oh, Emby.. That was not too much for you to handle.. You're going to endure much worse..~" She whispered into the ear of her victim, Ember tugging harder and feeling desperate. Candice hummed and sat up and reached for a bottle of baby oil.. This made Ember actually beg.." N-No.. What are you doing..?! P-Please..!"

The next sensation Ember felt was excruciating. Her armpits were already incredibly sensitive, and the combination of her helplessness, the baby oil and Candice's nails was absolutely maddening. She quickly fell into a fit of silent laughter before letting out a sharp scream at the sensation of an electric toothbrush buzzing inyo the hollow of her right pit, which distracted her from the flosser that would buzz into her left. "O-OH GOHOD PLEHEASE! PLEHEASE STAHAHAP! STAHAHAPPIT! I-I CAHAN'T DOHO THIHIS! CAHANANDICE PLEHEASE!"

Candice smiled having broken Ember Moon of all people. She felt accomplished and proud of herself. But she wasn't done yet. Now, the following ten minutes of uninterrupted armpit torture was not easy for Ember to handle, but Candice didn't care. This was about her accomplishments, not Ember's.. As Ember suffered and Candice finally stopped, the poor lee felt dizzy and lightheaded. She couldn't take anymore.. "Please.. Candice.. No more.. I can't handle it.. You beat me.. Please.. I.." Candice interrupted her pleading with an index finger shushing her victim. "Don't speak. You need that voice for what I'm about to force your feet to be subjected to.~"

Ember was too weak to struggle, but her toes stayed curled and her soles stayed scrunched up as Candice began to reposition herself towards the feet of her victim. One by one, she pried back those toes and tied them up, drawing the process out at an agonizing pace so Ember would have no choice but to imagine what would become of her sanity. Baby oil was applied and slipped into the crevices of her wrinkles and in between her toes, LeRae's soft palms massaging the substance into the plush soles of her prisoner. Ember had never been this terrified during a tickle session. She was strong, she had willpower, but this? Candice had become sadistic.. "Poor Emby.. So strong.. Yet so pathetically weak compared to me..~"

Ember wanted to stay silent, knowing that talking back would offer no reward aside from further torment.. But how much worse could it be..? Candice had broken het resolve.. Her sanity.. Her pride.. There was nothing Candice was capable of to break Ember more.. "You.. Rely on others to do your dirty work.. And cannot handle me.. Woman to woman.."

Candice paused. Silent for a moment. "You're right." She spoke. Ember was surprised yet again tonight.. "I did not beat you by myself. I relied on other people to do so." She sat up and walked near the door to the hotel room.. "I relied on these people..~" She opened the door and Ember's heart sank.. "No.. No no no! That's against the rules! You can't! Not that! Anything but that! Please!" Ember begged as if her life depended on it.. As Dakota Kai, Raquel Gonzales, Indi Hartwell and.. Heartbreakingly.. Toni Storm walked in..

Candice gripped Moon's cheeks as the door was closed and locked, tears in her eyes.. "I decide what the rules are." She spoke firmly, Ember was soon gagged and blindfolded and scared for her life at this point..

She never suffered as much as she had before they started.

Raquel and Idni each focussed on a different armpit, Dakota tickling with wild abandon in random places all over Ember's body, and Candice and Toni gave specific attention to her feet.. Ravaged by fingernails, brushes, flossers, pinwheels.. Ember suffered and cried.. Her entire body tormented for every giggle she was worth..

Tickler:

- Good balance between a playful tickler and an evil tickler.

- Ensures her lees are tied down nice and tight, but also comfortable. She will wreck you, but doesn't want any aches and pains as she does so.

- Takes breaks, unless her lees have been brats.

- Likes to have scented candles burn during sessions. Because of this, when her lees smell something similar outside of a session, their brain will go back to being tickled silly..~

- Doesn't worship that often, but she ADORES nibbling..~

- Doesn't dish out anything she wouldn't try to endure herself.. Unless her lee really deserves to be wrecked..

- Is only a mean and cruel tickle tormentor if her victim has been especially mean and cruel lately..

- Tends to be one of the favorite lers amongst the women's division. Firm but fair, and always safe. Would never harm anybody if they are helpless, even her worst enemies.. Besides.. They always learn their lesson..

Ticklee:

- One of the favorite lees of the women's division because of how ticklish she is.

- Will offer to be tortured if she is on good terms with her ler. Accepts the challenge and wants to test her mettle.

- Her armpits are the most ticklish spot on her body. Well, with the exception of the spaces between her toes..

- Will keep her feet scrunched the entire session unless otherwise restrained further.

- Very loud laugh, though doesn't beg that often. Usually only when her sweet spots are tickled.

- Can handle teasing quite well, but baby talk? Whole other story.

- One reason she came back down to NXT was to be featured in more matches more regularly. After all, more matches mean more tickle sessions..

- If she likes her ler, will offer to let them worship her feet. Isn't the biggest foot worship person, but doesn't mind it, and wants her ler to have fun if they get along.

Tickler:

- Has two modes: Sweet. Evil.

- As a nice tickler, tends to be more cuddly and teasy with her lees. Gentle bondage allowing her lees to squirm around, but never enough to escape is her specialty!

- Loves tickle games. Challenges her lees to hold in their giggles in exchange for being nice and easy with them.

- Gives her lees plenty of aftercare and pampering. Fixes their hair, massages their feet, provides water and other delicious beverages, all to ensure her lees feel rejuvenated.

- As an evil tickler.. No mercy. Tight, inescapable bondage without a single hope of survival from her vicious and precise tickle torments.

- Challenges het lees to not make a single sound or move an inch, or the bondage gets tighter or they get gagged..

- Will find excuses to keep tickling. She will give "pedicures" afterwards, "massage" their ribs or armpits, and ensure that their lee gets plenty of "rest"... After they pass out..

- Without exception.. Is always "evil Candice" when she gets Johnny..

Ticklee:

- Also has two lee moods. Playfully submissive or angry and loud.

- As a playful lee, tends to allow her lers to have fun with her for a little while before offering to be tied up. Tends to be extra giggly and purposely exposes her tickle spots. Even goes as far as to rest her feet in her lers lap.

- Ensures her feet are properly lotioned twice a day, more if she is expecting to be tickled.

- Gets warm and fuzzy when her feet are worshipped.

- A blushing, giggling mess when her tummy is traced, and an adorable lee when she must endure raspberries.

- As an angry lee, she has to be tied down tightly and security or she will kick and scream. A gag is highly recommended. She is loud.

- Will swear to get revenge afterwards.

- Forces her lers to deal with unnecessary layers before she is prepped to be tied down.

- Worshipping still results in her becoming warm and fuzzy, but she will deny it.

- Comes off as tough but honestly, once you get her lee spots she sounds silly and tries to convince you that it isn't getting to her. "D-Don't you dare tohouch.. My tuhummy..!*Snort* I mehean ihit..!"

- We all know she loves it.

SPOILERS AHEAD FROM RAW

Alexa Bliss vs. Nikki Cross

"Wakey.. Wakey.. Little Nikki..~"

Nikki groaned as her eyes began to flutter open.. She didn't know where she was exactly.. But her head was fuzzy.. And.. She couldn't move.. "Hhnmph..?" The gag in her mouth prevented her from speaking.. But upon looking up she saw none other than Little Miss Bliss Herself.. "Hiya, Nikki.. You nice and cozy wozy? I hope so.. You're gonna be here for quite some time..~"

Nikki Cross was security locked in a set of stocks, belts securing her body tightly to a big, cartoonish chair.. She could move hardly an inch.. And that included het toes.. "Mmgghph..?" Normally, Nikki loved being tickled.. But Alexa..? This wasn't what she wanted.. She wanted her friend back.. And she failed.. And now, she would suffer the consequences..

"Oh Nikki.. I've missed playtime so, so much.. So I wanted to make sure that there was nothing stopping us for playing as much as we want! You'll be here for.. Well.. I have no idea.. But don't worry.. Nobody will bother us here..~" Bliss explained before slipping over to slide a bean bag chair over to Nikki's bare and exposed feet.. "Let's not waste anymore time, hun.. Let's get this party started..~"

If it was any other scenario, Nikki would love this.. But she struggled to get away.. But unfortunately for her.. As soon as Alexa's nails made contact with the soft soles locked firmly in those stocks, it was all over.. The giggles started to flow, Nikki's fingers began to clench and shake for a way out, the stocks shook.. And Alexa just smiled wickedly..

"Poor wittle Nikki.. Too tickly for her own good! Whatever are we gonna do with ya?" She chuckled as her nails raked up and down, up and down those taut tootsies, and all Nikki could do was cackle louder and louder with each stroke.. Her toes tried to clench, but the ropes binding them up made it impossible for her to do so.. And Alexa knew this.. And began to poke at those poor toes..

"Uh-oh.. Don't tell me these toes are trying to run away from me..! Oh me oh my, this just won't do! You know what we do with naughty little toes here in in funhouse..? We punish them.." Her tone became darker.. More sadistic.. Before Alexa brandished the first tool of her arsenal.. A toothbrush that buzzed on and forced itself between the third and forth toes on Nikki's left foot, causing the girl to shriek and throw her head back.. "N-NMGGHH! NNGMM! GGNNMPH!" She wanted to beg, she wanted to get through to who was once her best friend.. But it was hopeless..

"Do you think these toes are going to fathom being so disobedient again?" Alexa asked sternly as the toothbrush buzzed into the stem of the pinkie toe on that same foot, her other set of toes subjected to gentle but sadistic scratching from those sharp, painted nails.. Nikki nodded, trying to convey to Alexa that she had learned her lesson and to spare her toes their horrible fate.. And like a switch, Alexa returned to her cheery self and smiled at her prey, halting the toe attack.. "Good! I knew you would understand!~"

Nikki took this opportunity to breathe, though it would not last last long before she resumed her cackling and twisting when Alexa began to nibble into the heel of her former bestie.. Nikki was always a sucker for lickles and nibbles, and while Alexa would rarely oblige, this new incarnation couldn't resist.. "Such sweet feet! They taste like candy..~" She hummed happily, using her nails to stroke the sides of the trapped feet, Nikki babbling into the gag and tearing up.. She couldn't handle this.. There was no way..

Until it stopped..

She thought Alexa was going to move on to the next horrible torture technique.. But.. She didn't.. Alexa sat there and looked at her hands.. What had she become..? Who was she..? This wasn't her this was.. Something else entirely.. Something evil.. She looked up at Nikki, tears in her eyes before she covered her mouth in horror.. "I-I.. I don't.. I can't.." She couldn't speak.. Nikki just starred into her eyes.. Was she back..? Did she break free..? Alexa rushed over and hugged her bound bestie, crying.. Nikki closed her eyes and rested her head upon Alexa's familiar shoulder.. "I'll get you out of here.. Things will go back to normal.. I promise.." She said before rushing over to grab thr keys to the stocks.. Nikki felt a sense of relief.. It was over.. But she had her friend back..

Until..

She stopped in her tracks, hand inches away from the key, before turning back towards Nikki.. That sadistic grin had returned once more.. "Gotcha..~" She cackled maniacally.. And grabbed the hairbrushes next to the keys.. Nikki was crying now.. Tugging as hard as she could.. "Oh sweetie.. I hate to see you cry.." Alexa pouted.. Before slipping a blindfold over Nikki's eyes.. "Much better..~"

Nikki felt as if she was in hell and being punished. And that was before the brushes made contact with her soles, and the screamed ensued.. Unable to see, she could only sit and suffer as Alexa scrubbed.. And scrubbed.. And scrubbed.. She scrubbed her arches.. Her toes.. Her heels.. Every centimeter of foot was subjected to bristly torment..

Up and down the brushes scraped, it felt like hours had passed with every journey the brushes made from heel to toe, every second shattering Nikki's resolve to survive this ordeal.. When the baby oil came into play, Nikki entered a second plane of ticklish agony.. Transcending above what was physically capable of her degree of ticklish suffering, and the person responsible for it was somebody who she loved and cared for so dearly..

After an eternity and a half of agony, Alexa stopped.. Though.. Nikki felt a mysterious substance spread across her soles.. "I have a tea party I'll be dreadfully late for if I keep playing.. But I'll be back later.. The itching gel will keep you entertained for the next several hours..~" She said before grabbing the drooping jaw of her victim.. "Don't be afraid to be driven to madness.. We're all mad here..~" She let go of her chin before an itch started to creep across her soles, the stocks starting to shake, and the last light of the room coming from outside the doorway Alexa Bliss was standing in.. "Let me in.."

Slam..

As the itch took over completely, Nikki tried her hardest to visit her happy place..

---"Oh my god, Nikki! How many times do I need to tell you to stop leaving your socks on top of my luggage! My suitcase isn't a hamper for your dirty clothes! Especially when I'm the responsible one carrying BOTH of our tag titles!" Alexa said firmly, an adorable frown on het face as a pajamad Nikki sat on the hotel bed and rolled her eyes. "Well, maybe I want ye ta do somethin about it, Lexi." She challenged playfully, Alexa raising an eyebrow, hands on her hips. "Are you suggesting that I, the most beloved woman in WWE, former Women's Champion, Money in the Bank winner, former host of WrestleMania and current Women's Tag Team Champion come over there and teach you some manners?"

Nikki smiled and sat criss-cross on the bed.. "Admit it.. Yer scared..~"

Alexa flew across the room and tackled her bestie, a tickle fight of legendary proportions lasting for two hours erupted, both girls losing track of who won and who lost.. It didn't matter.. What mattered was Nikki laying on her back panting and Alexa laying on top of Nikki's chest, exhausted with both sets of hair a mess.. Though Nikki hugged onto Alexa, which caught her off guard at the snuggles.. Before she smiled and hugged back.. "Promise me we'll be friends forever, kay? You crazy weirdo..~" Alexa asked as Nikki smiled and snuggled closer.. "I promise.. Ye short, stubborn little nut.."

SPOILERS AHEAD FROM RAW

Asuka & Lana vs. Nia Jax & Shayna Baszler

How could they let this happen? How on earth could Nia Jax and Shayna Baszler find themselves in this situation? They weren't even scheduled to wrestle tonight, and here they were, strapped down and about to be tickled. Shayna, tied down extra tight, arms spread wide on the bed, ankles stocked and mouth gagged as she glared daggers into the Empress of Tomorrow. Nia did not have that luxury, as she was blindfolded and in a similar state to her fellow partner, though Lana had all the intention of wanting to hear her beg. With the current Women's Tag Team Champions locked in the stocks on the hotel bed side by side, they had no choice but to accept their fate.. No matter how much they would despise it..

Asuka chuckled to herself as she examined her prey. Shayna Baszler, not everybody had the luxury of tormenting the tormentress herself. She was going to enjoy this greatly. Straddling her prey, who tugged as fiercely as possible against her binds, Asuka began to wiggle her nails above Baszler's bare belly.. Trying to not show weakness, she huffed at the threat.. That is, before those nails began to attack..

Quaking in her binds, her huffing quickly turned to chortles behind the gag, eyes shut tightly to compose herself.. But Asuka was far too skilled.. Her nails danced across the surface of that tummy, stroking every nerve to perfection, eliciting squeals of desperate attempts of freedom from her victim.. Baszler was ticklish, and Asuka knew it..

Lana had the widest smile on her face at Nia's helplessness. Oh, how she waited for this day.. Nia had been making Lana's life a living hell for the last two months, and how the tables had turned.. The sweet, glorious unbroken announce tables..~

"You have been quite the thorn in my side..~" Lana teaser as her nail jabbed at Nia's bare side, forcing a squeak from her lips.. "..But I think.. We can come to an understanding.. You put me through nine tables.. So.. I'm going to torture you until you break nine times..~" She spoke as Nia tugged a little at her binds.. "I swear.. Tables will be the least of your worries when I get my ha-hahahands on y-yohohou..!" She was unable to finish her sentence without laughing as Lana's nails found themselves squeezing into the pudgy and adorable belly of her victim.. "Oh misha.. Soviet interrogator already has hands on you..~"

Baszler was starring at the ceiling, huffing and puffing into her gag as she suffered the cruel fate of Asuka's nails poking and prodding every spare inch of het midsection. Shayna was not holding up well, and whenever Asuka hit that belly, it forced an agonizing lunge to try and stop the empress.. But the binds forced her to endure that sickening torment.. "You.. Not ready.. For Asuka..~" She teased before jabbing a curious nail into Syana's navel.. This forced the bed to move with how hard she tugged..

She hated how easy it was to break like this. Why was she cursed with such unbearable sensitivity? She never did anything wrong! Except for.. Well.. Beat people up.. And tickle them until the pass out.. But still..! Life was as unfair as that stupid nail swirling ground in her belly button! What she wouldn't give to have Asuka's neck locked around her arms right now.. But no, she had to lay here.. And accept her punishment like the ticklish girl she was..

"Tell me where you hide the microfilm and tickles stop." Lana was in full Russian mode right now.. Sitting on Nia's waist as her manicured nails dug and drilled into the exposed and unprotected armpits of her prisoner. Nia was absolutely losing it, too. She knew Lana could be a mean tickler, but this was unbearable! Be it the Russian roleplay or the sharp nails, she was a mess right now! "G-GOHOD STAHAHAP! THEHERE IHIHIS NOHO STUHUPID MIHICROFIHILM!"

"Then you leave me with no choice. If you refuse to reveal the location of microfilm, I must resort to drastic measures.." Lana was having the time of her life right now, but poor Nia.. As soon as she heard the buzz of an electric toothbrush, she tugged fiercely at her binds.. She knew what was coming.. "W-Wait just a second..! Lana.. I.. We've been friends, right? All those tables I put you through was.. We were just kidding around..!" She waited behind her blindfold.. The buzzing stopped.. She sighed in relief.. Before her cheeks were gently grabbed by the interrogator.. "Failure to provide results earns punishment.~" She spoke in that thick accent before slipping that toothbrush right into Nia's belly button and turning it on..

The reaction was as explosive as you would imagine..

Shayna wasn't sure if she could handle this much longer. She blinked back tears, yet Asuka would not care. Shayna couldn't even find pleasure when Asuka hoped off of her, because she knew the worst was coming. Her feet.. Toes curled tightly before that luxury was ripped away by Asuka securing each toe individually.. The hands of the Raw Women's Champion caressing baby oil into those terrified arches and toes.. Shayna blocked out the world around her.. Eyes closed.. Focussed on anything but what was about to happen..

She lasted half a second before bursting into a screaming fit when Asuka dragged a hairbrush across her arches.

Every curse word, every threat, every promise to annihilate Asuka was suppressed behind that gag, and Asuka didn't need to be fluent in English to know that Shayna was suffering, as it was beyond what words could describe. And that was before the second hairbrush..

Nia wished she was nicer to Lana. Nia wished she hadn't put her through nine announce table. Nia wished she had just kept her hands to herself on Raw, because she would not be in this situation if she had. But no, she had to "disclose location of previous Soviet microfilm or face consequences." and boy was she facing those consequences now.. "L-LAHAHANA! JUHUST STAHAHAP AHAHALREHEADY! YOHOU PROHOVED YOHOUR POHOINT!" She pleaded, which earned some squeezing to het soft hips as a response. "You have learned nothing. But you will.~" And after what felt like an eternity, shut off the toothbrush..

Nia panted and tried to regain her composure, but it all flew out the door when Lana started to tie back some toes.. "L-Lana! Lana please no..!" Nia didn't know where to start with her begging. Lana would not care either way, however, as she ensured the tootsies in front of her were firmly secured.. "You leave me with no choice.. Prepare to suffer..~"

Slowly did her nails caress Nia's soles, forcing a loud gasp to escape from her mouth. Fingers twitching, her feet were here one spot where soft, delicate tickle torture would annihilate her. Lana's nails were sharp and shapely, perfect for turning any pair of feet into a quivering mess of nerves, but for Nia, it was hell..

Shayna wanted to die. She wanted to die and never be tickled again. Tears streamed down her cheeks as her soles were subjected to the fierce scrubbing of Asuka's hairbrushes, as well as the occasional comb sawing between her toes. She wanted - no, she NEEDED out of this situation, but Asuka knows no such mercy.. Shayna, glaring death into the eyes of the warrior at her feet, began to feel light headed as if a merciful god allowed her to pass out.. Asuka had successfully broken Baszlerz, and was satisfied..

Although.. Wait a moment.. This all started when Asuka had a match with Lana.. And Asuka was attacked by Nia and Shayna ending the match.. Which means that Asuka had won by DQ.. Asuka wasn't finished tonight..~

"I WIHILL NEHEVER PUHUT YOHOU THROHOUGH AHANOTHER TAHAHBLE AGAHAHAIN! PLEHEHEASE! JUHUST STAHAHAP AHALREADY!" Nia didn't know what was worse; the sharp and devilish nails slowly raking up and down her arch or the flossers slowly buzzing between her toes in random patterns.. Tears stained the blindfold covering her eyes.. She was losing her mind and would never put Lana through another table again in her life if it meant mercy from the Ravishing Russian..

"I have all night to play with you, my little prisoner.. In fact, I think we will try-" She could not finish her sentence, however, as Asuka's nails found themselves pressed into her ribcage.. She had forgotten they had a match earlier.. But Asuka hadn't.. "AH-AHAHAH! N-NYEHET! NYEHEHEHET!~" Lana squeaked adorably, though Asuka had no intention of wrecking her tonight.. She owed Lana one from earlier, and besides.. They were friends now.. Lana would have it easy tonight, Nia would get it from both Asuka and Lana later, Shayna would dream her revenge.. And Asuka? She proved it once again tonight..