Sol turns it all around!

Trapped and exposed as she was Sol had no way to try to prevent Bayley from climbing the ropes behind her until she too was perched on the top rope, her chest pressed to Sol's back and forcing Ruca into the pole in the corner. Despite giving Sol a temporary shield from the leering crowd with her own vast booty Bayley was not looking to be magnanimous towards her opponent and as Ruca was pinned flush against the pole she leaned in close to the surfer girl and said loudly enough for the cameras to pick it up.

"Nice ass, shame your win streak has to come to an end with me spanking it."

The crowd cheered and Sol was left with nothing she could do but look up with terrified eyes and watch as Bayley's hand slid up the pole and into the air where she caught the paddle handle on a back swing and, with a little effort, pulled it free of the flimsy chain that had held it dangling from the top of the pole. The crowd exploded as Bayley held the paddle high in the air, a huge smirk on her face as Sol tried to wriggle and twist away from the Role Model but she was completely trapped behind Bayley's body.

This however left Bayley with a problem of her own as, from this position she had no easy way to bring the paddle to bear on Ruca's bare arse. She twisted her own body and tried to get a shot at her pinned opponent's backside as the referee strained and leaned in to see if contact was made but aside for a few small thwacks to Ruca's thighs Bayley couldn't get a clear shot.

"Nope, didn’t count" said the ref, waving their arms to show the match was still on.

Frustrated, Bayley grabbed Sol by the hair and pushed her head forward into the pole where it connected with a dull thunk before she hopped down from the corner, her thick backside bouncing inside her tights as the impact of her landing travelled up her thighs. Ruca was left still caught and exposed on the top rope, back on both feet now with both legs on the same side of the pole as she hung onto it for support. Bayley strolled around the ring, taking her time to play to the crowd and draw out her opponent's suffering, still holding the paddle aloft as she pointed with her free hand up at Ruca's arse, still on full display in that ridiculously small thong. The crowd were in full flow with their chanting and Bayley lowered the paddle to her mouth and gave the leather a long lick as she eyed up Sol's buttocks before holding it like a baseball bat and charging at the soon to be defeated surfer girl.

Or so she thought.

In a moment that played out almost in slow motion Sol saw a crack in the window of opportunity and launched herself backwards off the top rope. In a motion only Sol Ruca can do she flipped forward, her cargo pants being sent flying off of her leg as she did so and caught the charging Bayley around the neck as she came back down, planting her face first into the mat in a beautiful Sol Snatcher!

"Oh my god Mark, did you see that?!" Screamed King, jumping up from the desk in amazement, all thoughts of Liv Morgan's panties gone from his mind.

Bayley crashed to the mat, the purple paddle being sent spinning through the air before it hit the mat, bounced and then came to a rest on the canvas in the far corner from the pole. Though both women were on the mat they were in very different positions. Bayley was face down eyes wide in complete shock like she couldn't believe what had happened and unmoving while Sol was already pushing herself up from the canvas, leaning on one bare hip and looking across at the Role Model with a look of anger that really crossed the composure of the usually very composed superstar. Getting to her knees, Sol didn't even make and attempt to reach the paddle, instead she only crawled to Bayley's legs where she slowly and painfully got to her feet with one foot on either side of Bayley's as she bent forward, giving a great shot of between her cheeks to Cameraman Three. Sol then hooked her fingers into the top of Bayley's tights and The Hugger had just enough time to realise what was happening when the first pull on her waistband happened. Bayley's bottoms were skintight but stretchy enough so that as Ruca hauled on them they pulled all the way up to give them plenty of room to slide over Bayley's skin and right down to underneath her arse. Bayley's bikini bottom briefs were fully exposed to the whooping and hollering crowd who were going mental for the sight of the usually conservative Role Model being exposed.

Bayley's mouth dropped into a wide O, a silent scream of horror as her fat arse was laid bare for all to see, her tanned cheeks already devouring the thin yellow fabric of her panties as the rode up higher with every flail of her legs, the delicate floral pattern disappearing as she uselessly tried to kick Sol free of her. Rather than letting go however Sol just pulled hards and managed to slide the tights all the way down to Bayley's knees where they caught again for a brief moment. This respite was short but long enough for The Role Model to kick backwards and finally wrench her tights from Ruca's grip and allowing herself the freedom to try to crawl away, her knees sliding over the canvas as she clawed at it with her nails, her arse wobbling like jelly as she shuffled embarrassingly towards the ropes.

Sher had just made it when Ruca lunged forward again and caught her by the ankles. Bayley clutched to the bottom rope with all her strength crying out "No No No No" pleadingly as she tried to kick Sol away again but this time it was not happening and despite her best efforts Bayley was dragged back to the middle of the ring, her arms fully extended for a moment more. Ruca now was hellbent for leather however and was completely ignoring the full view of her own firm arse that as plastered across one of the arena screens as she bent double to keep a hold of Bayley whose own arse was plastered across one of the other screens, giving even the fans in the cheap seats a chance to enjoy the two backside in stereo.

Bayley finally let go of the bottom rope with a twang and was dragged screaming back across the canvas to the middle of the ring where she lay face down, arms still outstretched and still on her knees so that her arse was pointed to the sky for all to see and an open goal for the now viscous Ruca. Sol herself looked around with wild eyes until she saw the paddle laying just a few feet away. Unwilling to let go to her prize, Sol reached out a hand once again for the handle of the paddle only this time her fingers teased the leather for a second, pulling it inches closer until she could grab it fully. The crowd burst into cheers and more chants of "Ruca will you spank that ass!" and Sol wasted no time, holding the paddle high above her head for only a second before bringing it down hard across Bayley's exposed cheeks with a wicked crack that resounded around the arena like a gunshot.

"CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK!"

Sol Ruca brought the paddle down across Bayley's arse again and again, turning the tanned skin cherry red as the crowd exploded so loud the bell couldn't be heard to signal the end of the match. Bayley's screams could though as she kicked and flailed her legs, each paddling sending a jolt through her body as she clawed at the canvas, and every impact from the leather sent rolling waves through the fat jiggling backside of the Hugger. Eventually, after the seventh spank she managed to pull away and crawl back to the ropes where she was caught again as she tried to crawl under them. Half in and half out the ring she lay across the edge of the ring, hands toughing the protective outside mats but bare arse cheeks still inside as Ruca grabbed her ankle again and managed to bring the paddle down four more times before Bayley managed to fall out of the ring and out of the surfer's grasp.

Outside the ring Bayley scurried to her feet, hands grasping for her tights to try to pull therm back up but getting them caught on the underside of her arse. Trying to run up the ramp as she pulled she couldn't get the waistband back over her cheeks and so the whole arena and all the cameras watcher as her backside bounced with every awkward step as Bayley fled back up the ramp with tears streaming from her eyes and sobbing.

Back inside the ring Sol's anger subsided, the cheers of the crowd seeming to bring her back to reality as she looked down and saw again her own exposed lower half. A pink flush travelled down her face to the top of her tits as she jammed her hands between her legs and over her own backside, looking around with wide eyes for her own pants but stuck still in the ring like a deer in the headlights as the crowd chanted her name, still singing for her and ignoring her obvious mortification.

"Sol Ruca is the winner here Jerry but you wouldn't know it looking at her face. That's the way it goes sometimes here in AHW. These women put a lot of dignity on the line here and even winning sometimes can feel like a loss." said Madden.

"You got that right Mark" replied The King "It's funny that even being the winner Sol is leaving in just as little clothing as Bayley. But at least she is going to be able to sit down this week."

Sliding from the ring Sol finally managed to locate her pants from where they had gone flying during the Sol Snatcher and she scooped them up, wrapping them around herself to cover her buttocks as she also made her graceless retreat from the eyes of the crowd and the lenses of the cameras.

(100 chapters! Thank you to everyone who has read and enjoyed the very slow progress on my amateurist, low grade soft core porn. More to come!)