Paige to the rescue!

Feeling the end of the match was coming Becky wasted little time in pouncing on Charlotte and grabbing at her shorts. Charlotte squealed and tried to crawl away on just three wheels, still clutching her injured arm to her and looking desperately to the side of the ring while all the cameras caught a beautiful shot of down the front of her tremendous cleavage which wobbled back and forth as she crawled. Charlotte had almost made it to the side of the ring when Becky caught her and latched onto the top of her shorts, looking to pull them down while Charlotte was still **** to escape. It didn’t take much effort to get the queen’s shorts shifting and the crowd saw the top of her silver whale tail as a panic stricken Charlotte just looked forward toward Paige on the outside while repeating, “No No No No” to herself like a prayer.

Her prayers were answered however as Becky leaned in to get a better grip on her shorts and her head got too close to the ropes. Paige jumped up on the apron and delivered a huge slap to Becky’s face, forcing straight fire to recoil in pain and giving Charlotte the time to crawl on her belly and boobs from the ring and pull up her shorts. Paige stood over her, shouting for her, almost pleading.

“Get up you plastic ponce! I’m doing all the work out here!” Paige yelled, but she had made a mistake of her own now.

Back inside the ring Becky was stood with an angry glare on her face and one hand pressed to where she had just been slapped, glaring down at Paige who had her back to the ring. The crowd noticed the look and started cheering, anticipating what might be coming next. Storming to the ringside Becky reached through the ropes and grabbed Paige by the hair. The Anti-Diva yelled out in pain as she was pulled backwards by the lass kicker and she was **** to crawl into the ring or risk losing a massive chunk of it. Once inside the ring Paige sat on her knees, looking up, horrified at Becky who stood above her with a menacing smile on her face. All it took was for Becky to raise her fist for Paige to instantly start pleading for Becky not to do anything for her to forgive.

“Please Becky, Think of team PCB, look at us, don’t let us all fall apart.” Paige begged

Becky however clearly couldn’t have cared less about the past and dragged Paige into the middle of the ring, pushing her down onto all fours and raising her hand above Paige’s arse. Paige looked around horrified, waiting for the inevitable to start. But it didn’t. Looking up scared and confused Paige saw Becky looking up at the paddle that was hanging above the ring, clearly developing a new idea. Paige was not a fan of this idea and she started begging for Becky to stop, not that that had done her much good so far and Becky placed a boot down on Paige’s hand, pinning her to the canvas.

“You stay, like a good little bitch till I come back” said Becky in her deep Irish accent.

And Paige did stay like an obedient dog while Becky walked with intent over to the turnbuckle before quickly clambering to the top and reaching for the hard wooden paddle.