It's not over yet

Ignoring the out pouring of boos now raining down on her, Charlotte wraps her fingers into Sol’s waistband and makes motions that she was going to rip these off of her as well. Sliding the shorts a few inches down Charlotte then lets go and looks around at the crowd with a smug sneer on her face, she knows she is in full control and this match is in the bag. Just to rub it in further, Flair taunts the crowd, making a motion to turn Sol over before she does just that, grabbing Ruca’s shoulders and forcibly flipping her back onto her back. As she did the audience got a full, un-obscured view of Ruca’s modest tits, her small pink bra keeping them safely covered but regardless of that Sol still let out a cry of shame and grabbed to try to cover herself up. Flair was not going to let her get away with that however and grabbed her wrists and pulled them away, leaving Ruca completely unable to cover her shame as cameras in the crowd flashed and the audience got an eyeful of the surfer girl’s underwear.

Laughing to herself, Charlotte dropped Sol’s wrists and bends down looking to grab a fistful of the front of Sol’s shorts now but as she did so Ruca saw a **** opportunity. Using her incredible core strength she flicked her legs up and managed to connect a kick to the side of Charlotte’s head. Flair snapped back with a cry of pain and staggered away before rushing at Sol again, her sneer replaced with a grimace of anger. Ruca was ready again though and she flipper her body up again and this time managed to get her legs wrapped around Charlotte’s head, balancing in an awkward handstand for a second before pulling Charlotte off balance and sending her staggering forward into the ropes where she landed on her knees as if set up for a 619! And Sol delivered as she kipped up to her feet and sprinted at the ropes, grabbing the top and middle ropes to spin herself into that very 619, her knees connecting with Charlotte’s face and sending her staggering back into the middle of the ring. Momentum was building and the adrenalin was fueling Sol as she ran back across the ring and jumped up onto the second rope. Charlotte was still stunned, staggering in the middle of the ring and could do nothing to defend herself as Sol did a flip off of the middle rope and snatched Flair’s head as she came back down, spiking her into the mat with a Sol Snatcher!

The crowd were on their feet as Charlotte rolled onto her back, her hands grabbing her head as Sol scrambled across the mat grabbed the front of Flair’s top, her fingers gripping the low cut front as she started to pull away at the material. Flair had no time to react as her fashion betrayed her, the thin straps on her top snapping which left her with no support and before Charlotte could even react Ruca had managed to pull the entire top up and off of Charlotte’s body. The crowd’s cheers just grew louder as Sol, still on the mat, scooted away across the canvas looking in almost disbelief at the top in her hands, a huge smile on her face as she realised she was neck and neck with Flair, a top for a top, an exposed bra for an exposed bra. While Ruca didn’t have much to cover however and a bra that kept her nice and secure, Charlotte however was flat on her back, screaming in fury and humiliation as she clutched the lacy white push up bra she was wearing. Her breasts, already massive from surgeries looked even larger as she lay there, failing to cover herself and looking like she was on the verge of a temper tantrum, the queen suddenly realising that maybe she was only on the lever of everyone else.

Sol reached the corner and used the ropes to pull herself back to her feet, still smiling as she threw Flair’s top to the crowd. The crowd were still cheering and it looked like Sol was really starting to feel it. Charlotte however had also gotten back up, her hands still clutching her bra cups as if there was any covering them up. Her face was bright red and twisted in anger as she glared at Ruca, almost spitting with fury. Without warning Charlotte screamed and charged across the ring, her hands dropping and leaving her bra entirely exposed though there was little bounce in her concrete tits as she lowered her head like a rhino on the attack. As she closed Flair launched herself like a missile, looking for a massive spear, letting her anger blind her and looking to end the match in one decisive move. And as she got close Sol leapt into the air, legs split wide as she leapfrogged the freight train that was Charlotte Flair. Flair didn’t realise her mistake until she had flown underneath Ruca’s legs and through the top and middle turnbuckles to crash shoulder first into the metal pole of the corner with a loud crunch that drew winces from the crowd.

Charlotte hung suspended in the corner, legs weakly kicking at the air as she slumped, her tits hanging beneath her and hanging on either side of the connection between the corner and the middle turnbuckle. Ruca saw her chance and grabbed the back of Charlotte’s shorts, tight across her pancake arse and with little to no give in the material. As soon as she started to pull then slid down over Charlotte’s hips, reaching her thighs as the matching lacy panties of Charlotte’s underwear came into view. Cheers of WOO rang out from the crowd but not for the usual reason they would during a Flair match as the shimmering purple material of Charlotte’s shorts reached her knees. As Charlotte’s shorts slid down her legs the queen screamed as the full extent of how compromising her position was became clear to but at this point there was nothing she could do. Charlotte kicked her legs and grabbed onto the ring post for dear life but it was too late and with just one more tug Sol managed to tear the shorts from Flair’s tanned legs and left the queen stripped to just her bra and panties.