Tickled Pink

( This is my 1st story on this website and it is also my 1st post so go easy on me in reviews this is also a WWE story so if you don't like wrestling you don't have to read it)

Tickled Pink

Stephanie McMahon was a college-educated working woman making good money, and now she was a celebrity to boot thanks to the family business. Entertainment reporters were eager to talk to her about her role as the young super-bitch of the WWF, the sports entertainment entity owned and controlled by her parents. Being the womens' champion of the WWF, oddly enough, gave Stephanie an extra ego boost as she really bought into her character and her role as a champion. Still, something nagged at her... the widespread notion that she wasn't a credible female competitor. It couldn't have anything to do with an electrifying redhead flying from the top rope and flipping men twice her size flat on their back, could it? Stephanie had known for almost a week that she would have to step into the ring and defend her title against Lita, arguably the most popular and most talented female wrestling personality anywhere, in front of fifteen thousand fans and a live TV audience numbering in the millions. Stephanie was worried; not counting interfering in matches, she hadn't stepped into a ring for about two months. The last time she was in a ring, she was left lying flat on her back. In the last couple of weeks, she hasn't even come up to the ring apron, mostly working with flowers and the occasional lamp in the locker room and having to chase after Kurt Angle or HHH as they were ready to leave in a huff.
Just last week, she approached the creative department concerned about her image. She relished in the "super-bitch spoiled daughter of the chairman & CEO" character created for her when she debuted it almost a year ago, then reveled in taking the women's title six months ago... with a little help from her faction friends. Months had passed since then, and she was tiring of using her title as a prop. Now that she had the title, she wanted to do more to defend it and proved it belonged on her shoulder. She thought it might be time to transform her into a tougher, more independent female character and a legitimate womens' champion. But the words of the creative folks echoed in her head... "we think your character is fine the way it is. In fact, we'd like you to drop the women's title and separate from the women's division so you can do more with Angle and HHH."
In the midst of all their creating, writing and story developing, how could they dare to forget about the daughter of the two people who sign their checks? Their plan was for Stephanie to lose the women's title so she could "concentrate" on being tugged back and forth between her "husband" and her "good friend"? She asked if she could change their minds and convince them to alter her role... they said that Vince had approved this story and he really wanted his daughter to drop the title and stay out of the ring; the gimmick of Steph as the womens' champion had run its course, and they wanted to field a serious womens' division now that they had the abundance of talent to do it right.
About an hour or so before the live show started, Stephanie was told that she would go into the ring and put up little resistance for about five minutes in losing the womens' championship to Lita, and she wouldn't even gain a slight measure of revenge against the new champion in future events... Stephanie would just have to lie there, take the moonsault, lose the fall and writhe in pain while Lita hoisted the belt to the elation of the sellout crowd popping for her. From there, Lita would move on to battle the other female wrestlers, and Stephanie would do little to nothing in the ring from here on out.
Stephanie was upset a bit by this... first they told her she was a gimmick, then they turned her back into the big-ticket pawn/arm dressing that she had spent months playing prior to being put in the ring. She wondered if she had pissed the creative department off somehow, for them to press the story they had been sitting on for so long so soon after she talked to them about a change in her gimmick. But she figured that it all fit into place, with the pay-per-view coming in a week, and her conversation with them probably had no effect at all. All in all, it wasn't so bad, she told herself... being tossed about the ring in actual matches would subject her to a greater risk of injury than just getting knocked off the apron and being put in the occasional submission hold by the opponent of the wrestler she escorted to the ring. Even though she entered her title reign with no expectations, she had bought into it while she had it, relishing being a champion and settling into the role.
Before she could dress for the match, she had to come out to the ring to start the show and react to the all-telling announcement from the commissioner about the match... no interference... from anyone... or else Stephanie would be disqualified and the title would change hands. Steph had skirted the rules and slipped through loopholes in special stipulations that would have allowed the title to change hands if a certain person or group interfered in the past to keep the title. Now, it was painfully obvious that her title reign was over. She went back to her dressing room to prepare for the match, thinking about how much she hated change.

A stagehand tapped on the door. "Ms. McMahon, you're up." The time had come for the princess to lose her crown. As Stephanie walked toward the ring and the camera followed in front of her, the voices continued to rattle around in her head: "joke," "gimmick," "drop the women's title," "separate from the womens' division." She decided that if she was going to wrestle to lose in her last match, she would have a little fun in the process...

After lingering backstage for a couple of minutes, Stephanie made her way to the edge of the curtain just as the recap video of her attack on Lita last night played to set up the match. Lita just happened to be standing a few feet away; Stephanie leaned over, tapped her on the shoulder and wished her luck in the match. "Let's make it a match to remember," Stephanie told Lita, winking to her before being ushered toward the stage, getting no chance to see the look of confusion in Lita's eyes. "What did she mean by that?", Lita thought as Steph's open hit; the crowd booed heartily even before she made it into view.
"This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the World Wrestling Federation women's championship," Lillian Garcia announced to the boisterous sellout crowd in Lafayette. "Introducing first... the World Wrestling Federation women's champion... Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley!" The crowd continued booing, the anti-Stephanie signs were waving around for the cameras to pick up, and Stephanie maintained her typical wide-eyed, pursed-lip, upturned-nose sneering as she made her way down the ramp, up the steps, between the ropes and into the ring. Stephanie paraded around the ring for about ten seconds, posturing to the hostile crowd and maintaining her sneer... then Lita's open hit. The crowd erupted, again before the object of their adulation even came into view. Lillian would have a difficult go trying to make the introduction over the crowd noise, but she went on with it anyway. "And introducing her challenger... Lita!" After flashing the crowd her borrowed-from-the-Hardyz (and Jimmy Snuka) "superfly" pose and motioning to her waist where the womens' title would soon be, Lita came dashing down the ramp, hurdled the apron and slid into the ring... and was met by Stephanie's boot once she got there. Unfazed by the move, Lita reached up, grabbed Stephanie's ankles and threw her flat on her back. She jumped on top of her and started punching, revenge for being tossed about so ruthlessly on the show the night before. From there began the usual routine of a Stephanie/Lita confrontation: Lita tossed Steph about by the hair a few times, chased her as she slipped out of the ring, then suplexed her once the action returned to the ring. As Lita was about to climb the rope for the finishing moonsault, Steph slipped out of the ring in front of the announce table. Lita came around to pursue her, finding Steph on all fours in front of the table. Lita picked Stephanie up by the hair and dragged her to her feet. Lita wanted to repay Steph for something else she did last night: repeatedly slamming Lita into the announce table. Lita pulled Stephanie back to slam her, but Stephanie put her hands on the table. What was this? Stephanie... countering? Then Lita felt Stephanie grab her by the hair and slam her head into the announce table... again... and again... and again. Feeling confident that she had disoriented Lita enough to level the playing field, Steph rolled Lita back into the ring and pinned her... one... two... Lita kicked out, and Stephanie retreated to a corner. Stephanie had been learning a few moves (from actual instructors, not by HHH as part of a storyline to call her the wrong name so she could get angry and storm out), but she didn't know what to do as Lita stirred to her feet. Stephanie ran over and threw Lita against the ropes... but when she bounced off of them, Stephanie had no idea what to do. Before she could think of anything, Lita hit her with a clothesline, then dragged her up by the hair and suplexed her again. Lita then got up, signaled that it was all over, and headed for the ropes.
As Lita ascended to the top rope, Stephanie lay there, flat on her back, thinking about all she had been hearing about being a gimmick and a joke as a wrestler. Then, she thought about something as she came backstage from the opening segment. On her way to her dressing room, Stephanie passed by the women's locker room; the door was halfway open, and she noticed Lita dressing for the match. Stephanie lingered at the door long enough to watch Lita pull on her socks and giggle a bit as she slid them over her arches. There Stephanie was, about to take the moonsault and lose.
"It's play time now," Stephanie thought to herself.
Lita went for her moonsault, but she hit the canvas loud and hard... Stephanie had rolled out of the way. Lita was left squirming face-down on the canvas, clutching at her back and wondering why Stephanie had rolled out of the way when she was supposed to lie there and take it. Stephanie jumped on top of her, grabbed her legs, pulled them toward her and started untying her boots. Lita continued to lie on the mat, wondering just what in the hell Stephanie was doing; this wasn't in the script either. Stephanie struggled a bit with the laces, but she got them both undone in about twenty seconds and, with two fierce tugs, separated Lita from her boots. Stephanie jumped up with an incredulous smile on her face, clutching both boots, and threw them into the crowd. Meanwhile, Lita remained face-down, still wondering where Stephanie was going with all this; the announcers wondered the same thing along with the producers... they should be well into a break by now.
Stephanie jumped back on top of Lita, this time onto her thighs instead of her back, wrapped her legs in a scissor lock around Lita's calves... then pulled off her socks. Again, Stephanie jumped up with the same incredulous smile and threw Lita's socks into the crowd.
Lita remained face down on the canvas, still wondering what was going on but a little self-conscious... Lita never really liked showing off her feet. She always wore sneakers and boots because she believed that her feet were just plain ugly from the years she spent in judo... all that before moving into the ring. She never paid much attention to her feet... she never painted her toenails... she didn't really even bother clipping her toenails often. She tried in vain to hide her bare feet by flexing her ankles as far as they would go and bringing her feet underneath, but her ankles were both a little stiff and she couldn't do much to hide them. Before too long, Stephanie came back over, sat across the back of Lita's thighs, took a firm hold on her ankles with one forearm... and with her other hand, Stephanie danced her fingers across Lita's soles, running from heel to toe and back again searching for the right spot. It didn't take Stephanie's fingertips long to find a home on the curves of Lita's arches. Lita knew it... Steph had found the most sensitive spot on her entire body. Stephanie knew it too, and she instinctively began her assault, mercilessly tickling that one spot. Lita clenched her toes, her smooth dark pink soles wrinkled and she began laughing uncontrollably. She was about to pound her hand on the mat in her uncontrollable laughter when the realization burst through the full-body sensory assault of Steph's tickling... if she pounded the mat, that would amount to a tap-out and she wouldn't win the title. It would have been different if the referee was distracted or knocked out at some point... but he was only inches away, watching every second with a huge smile on his face. Forget winning the match, even by accident; Stephanie had a huge smile on her face and was loving every second of this as she dug her fingers harder and deeper onto Lita's arches. Stephanie only spent forty-five seconds working her arches over, but to Lita, it was an eternity. Tiring of the arches for the moment, Stephanie let her fingers do the walking, trying to find more spots before Lita put a stop to it. While they weren't as sensitive as her arches, Lita was still ticklish in several spots on her feet, and damned if Stephanie didn't find every one of them: the inside of her right ankle, the outside of her left ankle, just behind her little toes, the outside edges of her heels, the tops of her big toes; all of them tickled with the same ferocity. The camera zoomed in on Lita's face, which long ago flushed red. Tears were running down her cheeks, but in a stark contrast to that, she could not control her laughter. Trying to make some sense of what Stephanie was doing, the announcers played along with the submission hold angle.
"Look at Stephanie, tearing into Lita!"
"Look at Lita, JR, she's crying... waaah! Waaah! WWF wrestlers aren't supposed to cry!"
"Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley, doing a number on Lita... she has to tap out of this sooner or later... how much more of this can she take?"

Inexplicably, Stephanie eased her attack, dragging her fingertips up and down Lita's soles, then she stopped even that to catch her breath. Stephanie leaned forward for just a moment; Lita wasn't sure, but she thought she felt Stephanie's lips press into the curve of her left arch for just a second. Keeping her forearm wrapped around Lita's ankles, Stephanie leaned back for a moment to whisper something to Lita. "Want another round?"
Lita answered by grabbing Stephanie by the hair and threw her off. Stephanie did a half-roll in the air and bounced to the canvas face-down. The crashing sound of the supports under the ring echoed through the arena. Now, both women were lying face down in the center of the ring. The referee started to count.
One.
"Do it to me," Stephanie whispered.
"What?"
Two.
"Do it to me."
"Do what to you?"
Three.
"What I just did to you... tear my boots off and tickle me."
Four.
"What's going on here, Stephanie?"
"This is how you'll win the title."
Five.
"Knock me over, jump on my back, tear off my boots and start tickling me. There's a spot on the ball of my left foot, right below my big toe, that's very, very sensitive."
Six.
"Just go hard into that spot, I'll tap out and you'll be the champion."
Seven.
"I'm supposed to lose... I just want to have some fun doing it."
Eight.
"And if you don't want to go to that spot right away... that's okay too."

Before the ref could count nine, both women began to stand up. Stephanie was first to stand, but Lita crawled over on hands and knees, grabbed Stephanie around the waist and tackled her to the mat. As instructed, Lita went for Stephanie's boots; with two quick tugs, they easily slid off. Now, as Lita tossed her boots into the crowd, Stephanie's perfect bare feet were exposed. Steph didn't bother wearing socks, the light pink polish on her toenails was fresh and flawless, her soles were fresh, smooth, and flawless, their near-total lack of color exposed to the camera... like she prepared herself "in case" her boots were pulled off... at least that's what she told the pedicurist she visited in Lafayette that afternoon.
Lita wasn't exactly up to winning the title with a "joke" submission hold, so she jumped onto Stephanie's back, crossed her ankles and wove her arms around them to make it look like a modified leg lock. Lita reached around with her right hand, briefly danced her fingers along both soles until, as instructed, she put a hard tickling on the ball of Stephanie's left foot. Stephanie began to laugh so hard, she didn't bother tapping out... the referee, fed up with the producers yelling in his earpiece to wrap the match up, decided to call Stephanie out and call for the bell after about ten seconds. The bell rang, but Lita didn't stop the tickling. Lita went into the ball of Stephanie's foot with more and more pressure and intensity until, thirty seconds later, Stephanie tapped out rather anticlimactically. The ref pulled Lita off, handed her the belt and ordered her to the back.

[Ten minutes later...]
Lita was sitting in front of her locker, still catching her breath from Steph's tickling assault. The first thing that she did once she got back there, even before she put her newly won title belt away, was to dig into her bag for her sneakers and a fresh pair of socks. Lita was still putting her things away when a knock came at the door.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
The door swings open, and in walks Stephanie, still barefoot for whatever reason.
"What's up, Steph?"
"I just wanted to thank for a great match. That was the most fun I've had in a while. I'm kind of glad to be getting out of the ring... but that doesn't mean this is over. Give me a call when you're ready to give me a rematch."
And, with a wink, Stephanie left for her own dressing room. Again, Stephanie missed out on Lita's confused look. Lita had an idea of what she thought that Stephanie meant... but was she serious about it?