A Brawl In The Pool

Bayley had a clear edge over Becky due to her splash before the bell, quickly backing Becky up to the edge of the pool and splashing water up into her face, trying not to give her a chance to collect herself.

“Aww, c’mon Bex, gonna throw the match and go out early because you’re scared of puckering up? How freaking pathetic!” Bayley screams, grabbing her by the red hair and then dunking her underneath the water, Becky flailing around wildly. “Nuh uh, you wanna be a coward to try and avoid my ass, you aren’t gonna get to do shit! You’re gonna be **** to look like the beta of this whole little group!” Bayley shouts, keeping her under for a few more seconds before letting Becky up to breathe, the Irish Woman coughing and spluttering.

“Why…you…” Becky coughs, struggling only for Bayley to grab her by the hair and **** her to bend over.

“Nah, that’s enough outta you, Bex!” Bayley shouts, going for her dress now and pulling up from the bottom, the fans going wild as Becky’s cheeky orange panties are exposed, a lot of her pale arse suddenly on display as she struggles.

“Wow, Becky could be gone in seconds here!” Madden calls, quite surprised by this turn of events. However, Becky wasn’t going down that easily, swinging a couple fists into Bayley’s gut that double her over and make her release her grip on Becky’s dress, letting the Man fix it.

“You wanna show your fat, blubbery arse off and get it kissed, let me help!” Becky taunts, now going for Bayley’s dress and trying to undo the shoulder straps, the Role Model’s flailing making that unlikely however. “Ugh, stop moving ya pathetic lil—GAH!” Bayley, in a panic, reaches up and rakes at Becky’s eyes, making her stagger back and rub at them while Bayley attempts to fix her dress. However, one of the shoulder straps had been slightly torn by Becky’s attempt to strip her.

While this was going on however, the Boss and Queen were squaring off. Unlike with Becky and Bayley, neither Sasha nor Charlotte had an immediate advantage. However, the blonde creates one, using her height and size to start dominating Sasha, shoving her against the edge of the pool and smirking.

“This feel familiar to you, huh Sasha?” Charlotte calls, before firing a few knife edge chops into her chest, making her scream. “I’m honestly surprised you could find a dress that would be supported by those itty bitty titties, Sasha!” Charlotte calls, punctuating it with one more chop that makes her squeal.

“You’ve really tried to make yourself seem like some dominant, seductive badass who’s gonna paddle one of us, but truth be told, you’re just jealous of all of us that we’re all hotter than you!” Charlotte taunts, grinning smugly. “All these fans probably cheer for you because they’d rather see us stripped than you!” Charlotte slaps Sasha in the face then, really feeling herself.

However, the disrespect fires the Boss up. She splashes a big handful of water into Charlotte’s face, making her squeal as Sasha then starts clawing at her dress, trying to literally rip it off of her.

“Y’know, after all of that I may wanna save you for last and for my paddle, except you don’t even have an ass to spank, Queenie!” Sasha yells, her clawing creating some small tears in the fabric of Charlotte’s expensive dress. “It’d really just be a letdown!”

“Get off of me! This costs more than you’ve ever made in your life!” Charlotte screams, managing to shove Sasha away after a few more seconds. The Boss rushes back in though, only to get grabbed and then **** face down, Charlotte suddenly forcing Sasha to motorboat her and making the Boss squeal and flail.

“Oh yeah, how’s that feel, huh Banks? Finally experiencing some nice, big tits for the first time in your life? Get a good look!” Charlotte shouts, jiggling her enhanced breasts in Sasha’s face. For ten seconds she does this, until she finally shoves Sasha back and leaves her to struggle to stay above water.

“Stay there, I’m saving you for last so you can kiss my feet.” Charlotte blows a kiss in her direction before she turns and locks eyes with Bayley, who was still struggling with her torn shoulder strap and looked terrified.

“Wait…wait wait wait!” Bayley cries, turning and trying to flee from the pool and Charlotte, who was licking her lips as she advanced on the Role Model.