She Needs A Lot of Help

Sol takes a couple seconds to recover, pulling her singlet back up to fully cover her thong and put it around her abs, leaving her yellow bra exposed. Then, taking a deep breath, she charges forward and connects with a dropkick to the back of Rhea that sends her recoiling backwards off the ropes while holding her neck and throat.

“It’s over! She’s done!” Sol declares, bending down and grabbing Rhea by her shorts, starting to pull on them. And this time she gets some work done, exposing the top of Rhea’s red thong and half of her big ass. However, this seems to wake Rhea up as she starts kicking upwards, connecting a couple times with Sol’s face and abs that send her staggering away while coughing.

“Not happening you rookie trash,” Rhea growls, climbing to her feet and not even bothering to try and fix her shorts, the tightness of them working against Rhea this time. However, having her ass partially out doesn’t slow Rhea, as when Sol comes back in, she dodges a wild swing before lashing out with a headbutt that nearly drops Sol if Rhea doesn’t catch her.

“Say goodbye to your clothes,” Rhea laughs, tugging downwards and exposing Sol’s yellow thong again, this time entirely as her singlet goes around her legs, her fit, wobbly ass now almost entirely exposed.

“EEK! NO!” Sol cries, desperately reaching down to grab at her singlet, knowing she would lose a Tug-Of-War against Rhea Ripley aided by gravity however. “ZARIA!” She cries desperately, about to lose and be left in her underwear.

Zaria, getting over her fear of her countrywoman because Sol needed her, slides into the ring and charges at Rhea, landing a Spear that nearly takes her out of her boots and makes sure she lets go of Sol, the fans booing as Sol leans against the corner, clutching desperately at her singlet to keep it on her legs, pulling it back up as the fans boo louder when her thong gets covered again.

“No DQs!” Sol shouts with a giggle, wincing again as she does, before smirking back at Zaria. “Get her up! One more Sol Snatcher for good luck,” Sol calls, mocking Rhea now and shaking her ass again as she stands in the corner, awaiting her tag partner to drag Rhea back up for her finisher.