Becky saves Carmella

October 7th, 2019 - Bakersfield California - Monday Night Raw

Becky’s mouth sets into a firm line as she sits in the corner and takes in the sight of a bottomless Nikki Cross straddling and humping a pinned down and helpless Carmella’s face while her partner Alexa Bliss is planted on Carmella’s thighs and fondles her exposed boobs through her ripped open ring gear.

So this is why Lynch was finally able to get breathing room to recover and why the Women’s Tag Team Champions finally stopped attacking her. At this point, Bliss and Cross look so caught up in their perverted **** of Carmella that Becky suspects that she could slip out of the ring and walk to the back and they wouldn't even notice.

Carmella saved her from a bad situation. But it was a bad situation that Carmella caused. Bliss and Cross only escalated things once Carmella joined the match. Becky doubts that the Women’s Tag Team Champions would have used such perverted offense if Bayley had been bothered to stick around. They didn’t have a vendetta against Bayley so they definitely wouldn’t have used Becky to send a perverted message. No, Lynch doesn’t owe Carmella a damn thing.

But… Becky’s eyes lock on Bliss and Cross… perhaps she does owe a beating to the two bitches who shoved their asses in her face. If there’s one thing that 'the Man' Becky Lynch believes in: it’s dishing out receipts when someone wrongs her. Becky nods and decides that she’s going to get involved again in spite of Carmella. It’s time for the Man to come around.

"Aw, the hell with it..." Lynch grumbles as she pulls herself up in the corner and runs to the ropes behind her opponents. Sure enough, the Women’s Tag Team Champions are so caught up molesting Carmella that they don’t even notice Lynch. Becky launches herself off the ropes and jumps up into the air and smashes feet first into Alexa Bliss’s back for a running dropkick. Bliss is propelled forward and slams into her partner which knocks both women off Carmella.

“YAAAAAHH!” Alexa shrieks. After being thrown forward by an attack from behind, she landed on top of her partner in a position that put her face very close to Nikki’s bare ass. That’s a place she NEVER wants to be again. Bliss frantically twists to the side and rolls away. Carmella sees her chance to escape and rolls in the other direction. She reaches the ropes, keeps rolling out onto the apron, and then drops down to the floor.

Now that she’s no longer pinning down Carmella and sitting on her face, Nikki Cross is back to struggling with her pants so Alexa Bliss is the first of the Women’s Tag Team Champions to scramble back to her feet. Becky spins and immediately catches her with a spinning thrust kick that rocks Alexa and then nails her with a ferocious forearm that knocks her into her team’s empty corner. Becky backs up into the middle of the ring then does a long running jump and hits Bliss with a Flying Fire-arm. Lynch steps back as Alexa staggers out of the corner then the Man catches her and grabs her leg before popping her hips and throwing Bliss over her head and across the ring. BEXPLODER SUPLEX!

Alexa goes rolling across the mat to the far side of the ring. Becky runs after her and hits her with a big clothesline that knocks the Goddess over the top rope and out of the ring. But before Lynch can even turn around, she’s hit from behind by Nikki Cross who finally managed to fix her pants while Becky was attacking her partner. Nikki spins Becky around and pulls her down into a side headlock then grabs her leg and twists to the side for her signature fisherman’s neckbreaker. THE PURGE! Lynch is left flat on her back after Cross’s finisher. Nikki hooks her legs and goes for a pin. The referee finally recovers and the first thing he sees is the two women he remembers were the legal combatants of the match in a pinning predicament. He crawls over and makes the count.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THRE--” Becky manages to kick out at the very last possible second! The fans all cheer and start chanting following the closest of close calls. "Becky! Becky! Becky!" Lynch stares up at the rafters from flat on her back as the surge of adrenaline wears off and leaves her exhausted. She expelled way too much energy kicking out of Nikki’s finisher.

Cross is frantic and looks like she's having some kind of break down as she slaps the mat in frustration. She was sure she had it. If the referee hadn’t taken so long to start the count she might’ve been able to get the win. Nikki gets up and stomps on Becky then pulls her up into another side headlock and grabs one of her legs. It’s said that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing and expecting a different result. Well, Nikki Cross is already mad as a hatter so her idea is to keep hitting the Raw Women’s Champion with her finisher until she finally stays down.

Meanwhile, after just being hit with this move, Becky knows what Nikki is trying. After everything she’s endured over the course of this match, she doubts she can kick out if Cross manages to hit the Purge again. Becky acts out of desperation and swings her arm around behind Nikki and smacks the recently bottomless woman’s ass with all her strength. The fans are quick to let out a conditioned response to the loud slap, “WOOOOOO!”

Cross goes stiff as she clearly wasn’t expecting to be spanked by Becky Lynch. Her strength falters for a split second and that’s all Lynch needs to grab her wrist and spin out of the side headlock then pulls Cross toward her and hooks her leg for a pumphandle. Becky uses the last of her strength to hoist Nikki into the air and then smashes her down to the mat for her signature pumphandle sideslam, MAN-HANDLE SLAM! It’s out of pure instinct and convenient positioning that Becky’s able to drape her arm over Cross for a pin.

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“TH--” CROSS ROLLS HER SHOULDER UP!

Both women lay on the mat. Nikki is already starting to stir but Becky is completely spent. She’s tired and sore. Physically. Not mentally. Straight Fire is still burning. She’d normally love to keep fighting but there’s only so much her body can take. She went through Hell in a Cell last night and tonight she's in a glorified handicap match against the Women’s Tag Team Champions. As much as she wants to get some **** on Bliss and Cross for what they did to her… she doesn’t have the energy to fight them both.

“BECKY! COME ON!”

Becky blinks and sees Carmella standing out on the apron with her arm outstretched. Lynch honestly doesn’t know how long she’s been there but the 24/7 Champion appears to have pulled her torn outfit closed while she was out on the floor. Becky’s position down on the mat and the way Carmella is leaning toward her means that she can actually see in through the tear in the slim blonde’s singlet.

“Come on! Come on! Tag me!” Carmella calls out as she holds the tag rope with one hand and stretches her other one as far into the ring as possible.

Carmella is practically bouncing on the apron and is chomping at the bit. That causes her torn singlet to slip open and, from her vantage point down on the mat, Becky is able to see right in and is granted a full view of Carmella’s bouncing boobs and nipples, which are hard for some perverted reason. Becky shakes her head at how ridiculous she looks. Her ‘partner’ is either oblivious to the view she’s giving her or is completely shameless. Or both. Either way, she’s all Becky has.

Lynch drags herself across the mat toward her corner. She wants her **** on Cross and Bliss for what they did to her. But while the spirit is willing… the flesh is weak. Carmella very clearly wants **** too. Becky knows that she won’t be able to handle another double team from Cross and Bliss and if she can’t get back at them herself… then she can think of no better alternative **** than siccing the depraved and shameless scourge of the women’s division on them. The raunchy tactics they employed against her were clearly a reaction to how much they hated what Carmella did to them the last time she got her hands on them.

At this point, Becky figures they deserve whatever horrible things Carmella does to them. She locks eyes with her partner and gives a faint nod. “Give ‘em hell.”

Lynch lunges AND MAKES THE TAG!