It's time for Sol Ruca vs Charlotte Flair

The audience in the arena were still booing what they had just seen when the surfer ripcord of Sol Ruca's music started up and the lights dipped to blue and yellow as Ruca herself sprinted out onto stage, full of energy as she always was and wearing a huge smile as she came to a sudden stop, laughing as her momentum almost caused her to overbalance.

The crowd forgot their concern for Jade Cargill backstage as they switched to cheers, threw up their hands with Sol as she struck her hand to the air with thumb and pinky out. Ruca looked around at the crowd, soaking in their energy for a moment before continuing her fast paced approach to the ring.

Sol was dressed in her usual tiny and skin tight shorts with a black and white checker pattern that was low enough to show off the waistband of her pink thong underneath, perhaps in a homage to Lita who had so recently been showing off so much more. On top Sol had a similarly black and white checked tight top that also showed off her pink bra straps and was embellished with pink detailing.

As Sol bounced up onto the ring apron her toned arse gave a slight jiggle but for the most part her hard body was rock solid. As she flipped over the top rope and into the ring Sol rolled and landed in another crouched pose, once again flashing her shakka brah hands as she stuck out her tongue cheekily.

"Sol Ruca looks ready to go here tonight King, hot off her victory over Nikki Bella last week." Said Madden

"You said that right, she looks almost happy to be here. She hardly even seems to care that she may end up humiliated here!" Replied Jerry Lawler.

"She might King and she is up against Charlotte Flair who is going to be no easy opponent."

The King scoffed.

"Easy? This is going to be an insurmountable challenge. The only upside for Sol is that she is going to look as good in her underwear as she does in her ring gear. There's a reason Charlotte is called The Queen and there's a reason she's in the main event."

"There is King, Charlotte is The Queen because that's what she calls herself and she is in the main event because she demanded it." Replied Mark smugly.

In the ring Sol had started to stretch, warming up as her music faded and she waited for Charlotte. She didn't need to wait long as the opening chords of "Bow Down to the Queen" cut through the buzz of the crowd and turned it to a much more mixed reaction, showing off the polarising nature of Charlotte Flair who was both loved for her amazing wrestling skill and hated for her smug and condescending personality. The crowd noise only grew as The Queen herself strutted out onto stage, taking her time and moving slowly to relish the noise of the crowd. The complete polar opposite of Sol's rapid entrance.

Draped in a flowing purple robe with a high collar and large hanging sleeves that draped down almost to the floor, The Queen smirked at Sol as she slowly made her way down the ramp, arms wide as if waiting for a hug and being deliberate with her walk to make sure with every step one long, tanned leg could be seen through the opening in her robe. She paused at the bottom of the ramp making sure that every eye in the arena was on her as she dragged out her entrance, her face tilted upwards like she was trying to portray some holy figure. Once she was sure that she had everyone’s attention Flair reached towards the clasp on her robe and slowly undid it and let the flowing silk slide off of her body to reveal her wrestling attire. Composed of a very tight pair of shorts and a top that was more covering than some that had been seen in AHW but which also seemed designed to push up her enhanced tits to a ludicrous degree where every slow breath she took pushed them to the verge of popping out of their constraints. The whole ensemble was made of a dark purple yet iridescent material that shimmered seemed to shift in colour as Charlotte moved.

Satisfied with her showing off, Charlotte walked slowly towards the metal steps to the ring and continued her languid movements by slowly climbing the metal and finally ducking low into the ring. Sol Ruca by this point was bouncing impatiently from one foot to the other, looking to get the match started and it became clear very quickly that the stalling tactics of Flair were getting under her opponent’s skin. As soon as Charlotte was in the ring Sol made a move towards her but the referee quickly moved her back to her corner, telling Sol she had to wait and drawing a sly smirk from Charlotte. When Bow to the Queen finally faded from the speakers and both women were in their corners the referee did their final checks on both competitors and then called for the bell. The sound was shrill and cut through the low hum that the crowd noise had become and no sooner had it been rung Sol once again made to advance towards Charlotte.

Flair however did something unexpected, holding up a hand to stop Ruca before holding out the other to ask for a handshake. A surprising show of sportsmanship that did stop Sol in her tracks for a second as she looked at Flair in confusion.

“May the best woman win, right?” said Flair, looking at Sol and imploring her to shake her hand.

“Look at that Madden, that’s real class from The Queen right there” said King

Ruca looked unsure about the gesture, not sure whether to believe the seemingly good spirited move from the usually egotistical Flair but as the crowd cheered for her to shake her hand Sol relented and held out her hand in return.