Becky has the luck of the Irish!

The end looks like it might be closing in for Becky as she lies on the mat with her near naked backside sticking into the air, pain arching her back as Charlotte looks to finally strip her down to just her bra and panties but even as the end seems to be closing on Becky the straight fire burns away inside her. Using all but the very last of her energy Becky struggles from side to side, keeping Charlotte off balance as she tried to get a hold on Becky but she can’t manage a firm grip while the lass kicker is still struggling. Then Becky finds just a small ounce of lucks as one of her waggling legs kicks out and hits Charlotte in the injured shoulder. The Queen grunts in pain from the impact and almost loses her grip with that arm all together. Becky notices this and jumps on the fact, kicking out hard with that leg and striking Charlotte in the arm. Charlotte cries out and drops Becky’s arse with that arm, quick as a cat Becky twists and the **** managed to throw Charlotte backwards and off of the Lass Kicker who scrabbles away from Charlotte who has collapsed into the corner.

Becky finds herself now crumpled in the corned with the paddle hanging above her, clanging as it bounces off the metal pole and facing down with the Queen across the ring. Their eyes meet and for a moment they just sit and glare at each other, anger filling them both until Flair cannot just sit there any longer and she explodes out of the corner, charging at Becky with a spear on the mind. In potentially the final second the Irish born superstar dives out of Charlotte’s way and the Queen overshoots, unable to stop herself and flies between the turnbuckle pads and collides with the ring post behind them, injured shoulder first. The sound of the collision is a resounding clang of steel on flesh and Charlotte lets out an agonised scream after the impact. Becky is not going to let opportunity slip away from her and she quickly grabs Charlotte, dragging her backwards out of the corner before throwing her forward again, once more into the ring post and off her injured shoulder with another clang and cry of pain.

Charlotte is now hanging limply off the corner, her backside pointed into the ring while her top half is semi out, her tits huge hanging over the connector that attaches the turnbuckles to the ring post. Becky is exhausted, looking down at her opponent, not knowing if she has it in her left to escape her predicament. But then Becky has and idea about how to make sure Charlotte doesn’t escape. Becky moves to leave, looking down at the black bag that Paige had brought her paddle down to the ring in. As she throws her leg over the middle rope and goes to step out though Paige herself seizes Becky’s arm and tried top hold her back in the ring. As exhausted as she was Becky didn’t have the patience for this and after an evil glare, strikes Paige hard across the face. The raven haired beauty falls to her arse back inside the ring and back away as Becky leaves the ring.

On the outside Becky scoops up the bag and with little effort pulls the long black draw string that had sealed it out of the top of the bag before heading over to where Charlotte was just coming around. The queen was far too beat up to make any real effort to stop Becky and could only really protest as Straight Fire grabbed her wrists and tied them together around the ring post, trapping her with nowhere to go. Charlotte starts to struggle as Becky rolls back into the ring but it is useless now, she is trapped and there is no getting out on her own. With a victorious smile Becky raises a hand and gives a huge slap across Charlotte’s pathetically flailing arse cheeks, getting another squeal out of the queen before Becky puts her foot on Charlotte and literally uses her as a stepping stone to pull herself up to the top rope.

The crowd erupt as Becky pulls the paddle down from the corner and holds it aloft in the air before jumping down from the top rope. She is so tired that her legs buckle a little underneath her and she staggers slightly when she lands but she is beaming from eat to ear. Paige is slumped on the mat, angrily glaring at Becky and throwing out idle threats which the Lass Kicker of course ignores. All she needs to do to win the match and retain her title is pull down Charlotte’s shorts, strip the Queen and she will win.

She casually loops her free hand into Charlotte’s waistband as the Queen herself starts to quietly cry, knowing that there is nothing she can do to save her dignity. And she is right. Becky pulls upwards, wrenching the shorts up into Charlotte’s crotch before pulling them away from Charlotte, literally ripping them off in two quick motions. The queens arse is exposed in all it’s glory, wobbling around the small silver thong as Charlotte hangs in the corner. Her legs kick feebly but the crowd have an unobstructed view of the royal backside as Paige furiously beats her fists off the mat. Becky holds both the paddle and the Queen’s shorts aloft with only the formality, and fun, of spanking the queen left.