Freedom and retaliation.

As if spurred on by Paige’s taunting Becky grits her teeth, sinks her nails into the canvas and drags herself across the ring. Charlotte tries to hold her back but can do nothing against Becky’s resolve and is dragged hopelessly away from the centre of the ring until Becky can hook her hands onto the bottom rope. Despite there being no rope breaks in this sort of match Paige grabs for Becky’s hands, trying to wrestle her fingers off the ropes but Becky takes a swipe at her before pulling her whole upper body under the rope. Charlotte is **** to relinquish the Boston Crab at this point, allowing Becky to fall from the ring where she lands on the black mats and writes on the floor clutching her back. As the camera men crowd around her, getting what shots they can of her exposed bra and another zooms in on her backside as she struggles to her feet, noticing that the arse of her attire is starting to slowly wedgie up between her tanned buttocks.

Once she is back to her feet Becky leans against the ring apron and once again re-zips the front of her outfit to the disappointment of the crowd. This moment of peace doesn’t last long however as Charlotte reaches over the top rope with a smug smile and grabs Becky by the hair. Becky grabs for the Queen’s hand but Charlotte pulls hard, getting the Lass Kicker to scream in pain before being **** to clamber clumsily up onto the apron to ease the pain. Once up Charlotte grabs Becky’s face and mocks her before aiming a slap at her. As she goes to slap however Becky turns the tables, grabbing Charlotte by the hair and dropping off the apron, stungunning Charlotte off the top rope as she did so. Becky lands on her feet on the outside while Charlotte slams the mat hard with her back, her boots pointing towards Becky who eagerly grabs them and hauls Charlotte out the ring and onto the black mats on the outside.

With Charlotte on her back outside the ring Becky drops down onto her and starts to rain blows down onto her from every angle she can find, foregoing classic wrestling moves for the good old fashion brawling style that she had used to such good effect recently and for which Charlotte had no easy counter. Fortunately for the Queen she didn’t need a counter, Paige was still on standby and as Becky started to eye up the prone Charlotte’s top again, watching the huge bust of her opponent rise and fall with each hurried breath, she struck. Grabbing Becky by the hair and dragging her off of her friend before letting go and screaming her banshee scream in Becky’s face. A furious Becky screamed back at Paige, advancing on her and looking like she was about to smack the Anti-diva who backed off so quickly she almost fell backwards over the steel steps which made Becky smirk.

Not looking to take her eyes off the prize however Becky quickly turned back to Charlotte who was starting to recover on the floor. Knowing ehr chance may be limited Becky grabbed at Charlotte’s tits, going to the top and looking to finally get her **** started.