Chapter Two

Author: LexysCPD
Words: 1,078
Disclaimer: I don't own WWE. If I did, Paige would be Diva's champion.
Author's Note: I hope you guys like this. This story isn't very easy to write. It's causes me to become stuck at times. I'm sorry if it's not how you guys expect it. It won't be a long story either. The RATING HAS CHANGED TO RATED M. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. THIS CHAPTER IS RATED M. Not expicit, but there is sex, in the first scene. Enjoy.

In honor of Survivor Series. I was all for Team Paige, although I didn't like her team.

Updated: November 23, 2014

Paige looked up and smiled. She had just crashed into someone. She grabbed their hand and pulled them into an empty room. She pushed him against the door.

"You were late," she whispered, before placing her mouth in his neck. She bit down until she drew blood.

She could feel him grin. She pulled back and looked at him. "Let's do this."

Her friend nodded and moved back. He pulled down her shorts and panties.

Paige smiled at the guy. She pulled his pants down. Quickly she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waste. She moaned when she felt him push himself inside of her.

"Harder," she moaned, "harder Ambrose!"

Dean Ambrose smirked, as he went harder and faster. He loved hearing Paige moan in his ear. Dean started panting.

"Make it hurt Ambrose," Paige whispered, as she threw her head back, hitting it against the door.

Dean smirked, as she pushed harder. He dug his hands into her, letting his nails break skin. She always told him to hurt her. It was what he loved about their sex. It only consisted of sex and pain.

"Make me hurt," Paige moaned, as she could feel herself get closer to the edge. She felt Dean's teeth pierce skin on her neck. It didn't do anything. She moved her hand and placed her hand into his mouth. He bit down. When she saw the blood, she fell off the edge.

She smiled as she felt him slip out of her.

"God, you ruined sex for me," Dean moaned, as he looked for paper to wipe himself with. But he gave up after a while and just pulled his pants back.

Paige just smiled, as she fixed her clothing.

Once they were organized and presentable, Dean opened the door. Paige smirked, while Dean raised an eyebrow. Hunter and Stephanie were standing in front of them, their arms crossed over their chests.

"This the fifth time this week, Ms. Knight," Hunter said in disappointment.

Paige just gave him an innocent smile.

"And you," Stephanie said, looking at Dean, "this is fourteenth time this month. Ms. Knight seems to be corrupting you."

Paige grinned, as she looked at Dean, wanting him to say something.

"I can't stop. The sex is so good," Dean said, as she looked at Paige with a smile.

"This is your last warning. Next time we catch you, someone is going to be transferred to another hospital," Hunter threatened, as he glared at the two.

Paige looked at Dean, and with a grin, said, "That means we can't get caught."

Dean laughed, as he looked at the angry faces of the people in charge.

"Clean yourselves," Hunter told them, as he walked away with his wife.

"Does that mean we can shower together? Or can shower Ambrose and he can shower me," Paige asked, looked at the two. She could hear Dean laughing next to her.

Paige shook her head and walked away. She turned back and saw Ambrose looked in her. He saw her lick the dry blood on her lips. She winked at him.

Dean moaned. He covered his crotch area and rushed away. Paige walked away, laughing.

Knight's Killer

Paige had heard about the new guy, Randall Orton. She smiled, when thought about the new person to corrupt.

She had been in the WWE Hospital for five years. She was the youngest patient ever. Her parents paid a fortune to get her into the hospital.

She was taken under the wing of Lita and Trish. They were in their thirties, and had been there for a few years.

The two women taught her how to act. They stopped when she was seventeen. By then, there were rumors that Paige would sleep with anything with a pulse.

Paige grinned. The rumors weren't rumors. But she didn't have sex with just anything. Her parents sent her to the hospital because she would hurt herself. Her parents caught her trying to place her hand on fire. They knew that she had a disorder. She had CIPA, congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis, (CIPA). She couldn't feel pain, and the only thing she believed would let her feel something. The disorder kept her form keeping her body in a good temperature, so she had daily test, and either wore little or a lot.

She always wanted her partner, of the moment, would hurt her. She was hoping someone would hurt her enough, that she would feel something and leave the dreaded place.

She was walking when she bumped into someone. She didn't have any plans with anyone, so she glared at the man that she bumped into. "What the bloody hell?"

The guy turned over and smirked at her. Paige glared back. "Hello."

Paige didn't answer. She glared back. She couldn't believe the man. Paige tried to walk away, but the man grabbed her wrist.

"I don't get your name?"

"No," Paige answered, glaring at him.

"Paige Knight," he said, a grin on his face.

"Let go of me," Paige demanded. She pulled her wrist from him, but nothing happened. She glared at him.

"C'mon, you don't want to get to know me?"

Paige rolled her eyes.

"Well Paige, I'm Randy. Randy Orton," the stranger told her, as he smirked at her.

Paige smirked. She moved forward and pressed up against Randy's chest. Her face neared his. Randy smiled, as he leaned down to her.

Randy groaned, as he covered his crotch. Paige had kneed him. He fell to his knees.

"Don't ever touch me again," Paige snapped, as she turned and walked away.

Randy watched her, a smile on his face.

Make her pay for hurting us.

Randy nodded. "She will."

"Are you okay man?" Edge asked, as he walked up to the newcomer.

"Yeah," Randy whispered, as he stood up. "I'm okay."

But she won't.

Knight's Killer

"I saw you talking to the new guy," Emma commented, as she sat next to her friend.

Paige nodded.

"I also heard about you and Dean, and what the Authority threatened you two with."

"I'll just have to find a new partner."

"How about the new guy?"

Both of them looked at Randy and Edge.

"We'll just have to see if he can handle it," Paige told her blond friend, a smirk on her face. She made eye contact with Randy. Randy winked at her, but Paige just raised an eyebrow.

"He may be what I want," Paige whispered.