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It had been a few weeks since being gang tickled by The Shield. John Cena had been added to the storyline between The Shield and Sheamus. Stephen and John were in our locker room talking while I was making my way back from catering. As I walked down the hallway, I felt someone sneak up behind me and lightly tickle my sides. I shrieked and dropped the water bottle in my hands. I turned around to see Jon bolting down the hallway, laughing his head off. I groaned and picked up the water bottle, heading towards the locker room. When I got there, I sat down next to Stephen and crossed my arms, pouting. Both he and John looked at me with curiosity. Then Stephen put his arm around my shoulders, giving me a hug.
"Ugh...they're at it again, Ste. I don't know why they find me to be such a fun target." I complained to Stephen, making him grin.
"Ah think it's because yer so damn 'sensitive' and they find it entertaining." he replied.
"See, this is why I don't tell people about my 'sensitivity'. As soon as they find out, they use it against me for their own personal pleasure." I huffed.
"And, uh, what kind of 'sensitivity' are you talking about, Cassie?" John asked, butting into our conversation.
"I'll tell you later, John. I promise."
TWO HOURS LATER
I was heading back to the locker room after hanging out with Natalie Neidhart (Natalya) and Celeste Bonin (Kaitlyn). Suddenly, Colby grabbed me and pulled me into an empty locker room where Joe and Jon were waiting. This time, Colby and Joe pinned me down while Jon tickled my poor defenseless feet. I could only lay there on the floor and laugh as every inch of my bare soles were tortured. It was apparent that they weren't planning on keeping their promise after all, which pissed me off. When they had had their fun, they let me go. I sat down on a crate in the hallway and put my shoes back on, shoving my socks into my pockets. I yelled in frustration as I entered the locker room. John was still talking to Stephen and they both cringed at my outburst. I threw my socks into my duffel bag and noticed that Stephen had his ring gear on as his match was in 10 minutes.
"Yeh alright, Cass? Yeh look a little miffed, lass." he asked with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I honestly wish that they would stop treating me like a 'Tickle Me Elmo', though. They swore they wouldn't tickle me anymore, but they lied!" I sighed.
"Ahh...so THAT'S what you were referring to!" John exclaimed.
"You are correct, sir. I'm insanely ticklish and ever since THEY found out, it's been hell for me!" I said, huffing.
"Yeh remember a few weeks ago, fella? Turns out that they had pinned her to the ground and tickle tortured her. They've been sneaking up behind her and ticklin' her sides every chance they get!" Stephen told John.
"No need to explain, man. I sympathize with your situation, Cassie. My brothers used to do that to me when we were younger." John replied.
"But I didn't have siblings growing up, except for Drew. He and Stu are like brothers to me. I've only been tickled like that once before by Drew, Stu and Ste. I only trust people who are like my siblings and I wouldn't consider The Shield to be my siblings." I groaned, collapsing onto the couch.
John looked at me before getting an idea.
"Hey, Stephen. Could I talk to you for a second?" he asked, winking.
Stephen stood up and walked over to John, who began whispering his plan in Stephen's ear. Stephen nodded in agreement, then they both looked at me. Before I could move, they pinned me to the ground. Stephen was tickling my upper body, occasionally blowing raspberries on my stomach.
"EEP! S-Stephen, c-cut it o-out!" I giggled, trying to throw him off of me.
John grabbed my shoes and yanked them off my feet. He began lightly tickling my feet, causing me to giggle harder. Just then, I felt something being dragged around my soles. He had grabbed my hairbrush and was torturing my defenseless tootsies. I had never been tickled with anything before and the sensation was maddening! I was kicking my legs around, trying to get him to stop. He simply grabbed an ankle with one hand and tickled my foot with the brush, sending me into hysterics. I was laughing so hard and tears were trailing down my face. Then he repeated the torture on the other foot.
"CEHEHEHEHEHEHEHENA! PLEAHAHAHAHASE STOHOHOHOHOP!" I screamed, pleading for him to end the torture.
Stephen stopped tickling me for a second to see what was making me go crazy.
"What are yeh doin' to her, fella?" he asked, amused.
John turned to him with a giant grin on his face.
"I'm using her hairbrush on her feet. And man is it making her go wild!" he laughed, returning to my feet.
"Ah might have to try that meself someday!" Stephen said quietly to himself.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the locker room door. Thankfully it was closed so people walking by couldn't see what was going on. John threw my brush on the couch and got off of my legs. Stephen walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side was one of the backstage managers.
"Stephen, your match is coming up. Start making your way to gorilla!" he told him.
Stephen looked at me and silently asked if I was going out there with him. I shook my head no. He left the locker room and closed the door, leaving me alone with John. The instant the door shut, I jumped up and locked it before turning back to John. Then I walked over to the couch and grabbed the brush.
"Time for a little payback, Johnny boy!" I teased, giving him an evil grin.
Before he had time to react, I tackled him to the ground, giggling as he landed on his stomach. I immediately sat on his back and began tickling his sides. I could tell that he was trying to hide his laughter, so I moved my fingers up to his ribs. He sputtered before letting out a deep belly laugh.
"O-okay, Cass. Y-you can s-stop anytime n-now!" he shouted in between his fits of laughter.
After a few minutes, I stopped to let John catch his breath. Then I turned around and faced his legs. He squirmed around as I dragged my nails up and down the backs of his knees.
"Are you having fun yet, John? I know I am!" I taunted, scooting myself down closer to his feet.
The only response I got was silent laughter, so I decided to go after his calves. I started drawing figure 8s on his calves, causing him to burst out in laughter once more.
"C-cass! N-no more, I'm b-begging you!" he pleaded.
"There's just one more spot that I wanna check out before I stop torturing you." I said, grabbing his shoes and pulling them off, along with his socks.
"Cassie, please don't tickle my feet. You have no idea how ticklish they are!" he begged.
"You're right, John. But I'm dying to find out!" I teased, running my fingers up and down his soles.
The reaction was immediate. He started howling with insane laughter as I explored every inch of his feet. He nearly lost it when I tickled the underside of his toes and his arches. I stopped for just a second to grab the brush.
"Oh, thank God that's overAHAHAHAHAHA!" he screamed out as the bristles made contact with his left foot. I dragged the brush across the undersides of his toes, making him scream even louder. Meanwhile, I tickled his right foot with my fingers, doubling the intensity. After a few minutes, I switched and began the torture again. By this time, John was starting to get hoarse from all the laughter.
"STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" he shouted hoarsely.
I dropped the brush and got off of John's back. I watched as he laid there, panting like a dog in 90 degree weather. I stood up and walked over to the door, unlocking it. I knew that Stephen's match would be over soon and that he would want to shower before we left. I turned around to see John lifting himself off the ground and onto the couch. I grabbed my water bottle and handed it to him.
"Thanks...Cassie. Holy crap! That has to be...the worst...tickle torture...I have ever...suffered...in my...entire life!" he panted, taking a couple swigs of the water.
I giggled, handing him his socks and shoes before retrieving my own shoes. He sat the water bottle down before putting his socks and shoes back on. I quickly slipped my shoes on before standing up and turning towards him.
"Hey, John! You can't tickle me!" I teased, mocking his trademark battle cry and gesture.
He mock glared at me before shaking his head and chuckling.
"What's so funny, fella?" Stephen asked, walking into the locker room.
I threw him a towel and he began wiping the sweat off of his body before pulling me into a gigantic hug.
"I'll tell you about it later, Ste. Catch you guys later!" John replied, standing up and leaving the room.
"What happened in here while Ah was fightin' Rollins, eh?" he asked me.
"Just schooling John in the art of 'ticklenomics', that's all." I giggled.