Not if Ruca can help it!

Managing to lock her fingers into Sol’s waistband while Ruca was still covering her face, Charlotte pulled hard on the skin tight material of Sol’s tiny shorts, managing to get them down past Ruca’s hips and ass in one quick tug. The crowd exploded as all of Sol’s tiny thong came into view, baby pink and very revealing as the front was rucked up into the surfer girl’s clit, giving a very clear outline of her camel toe in the front as Flair tried to pull the shorts even lower. With a scream of panic Sol did the first thong she could think of and spread her legs wide, revealing even more of the embarrassing front of her panties but stopping Flair from being able to pull her shorts down any further. Charlotte was laughing though, looking down at Sol’s panties with relish as her opponent fought desperately to keep her shorts up. “There’s no saving them now!” Charlotte taunted as Ruca tried to push herself backwards an away from Flair on her elbows.

Sol was nothing if not resourceful however and quickly proved Charlotte wrong as she suddenly snapped her legs together and twisted, managing to break The Queen’s grip on her shorts just long enough so that she could pull her legs back and deliver a double footed donkey kick straight into Charlotte’s tits. The silicone may have lessened the impact from Sol’s kick but it still had the desired effect and sent Flair Staggering backwards before she stumbled over her own feet and landed hard on her arse with a thud. Ruca quickly rolled onto her hands and knees and tried to crawls away, making towards the ring stairs and showing off her toned backside to the perfectly positioned Cameraman 3, the tanned flesh giving only the slightest bounce as she scooted across the floor. Charlotte was quick to recover however and jumped back to her feet and followed Ruca with a snarl, clearly angry at being made to look like a fool. As she approached though Sol spun around and lashed out with a modified enziguri, her right foot connecting hard with the side of Charlotte’s head. Flair let out a cry of pain and staggered forward past Sol who followed up with another double boot, this time to Charlotte’s pancake backside which sent The Queen flying forward and down where she crashed silicone first into the metal ring steps with a cloud crash.

“Ref! She’s using weapons, she can’t do that!” squealed The King from the commentary booth as Charlotte writhed in pain on the ground, her attempts to rub the pain from her chest just jiggling her own fake tits.

“And what is the referee going to do Jerry? Disqualify her?” Madden asked

“Maybe he should make Sol undress herself and lose the match” said Lawler hopefully.

Ruca did quite the opposite however as she stumbled to her feet and pulled her own shorts back up, concealing her thong again to a not insignificant amount of boos from audience members who had been enjoying the seeing her arse.

Looking to press her opportunity Ruca grabbed Charlotte by the hair and dragged her to her feet before rolling her into the ring and quickly following after her.