Something gets pulled down, but it ain't the paddle!

Turning around awkwardly on the turnbuckle so that her back was to the ring Sol was just fingertips away from the paddle, the deep purple handle swinging tantalisingly out of reach. Every time Sol made to grab for it it seemed to swing the other way, the pendulum like motion caused by the previous scuffle in the corner. Exhausted from the fight Sol dropped her arm and took the time to catch her breath, her body aching but she wasn't willing to give up. Down below her Bayley had roused already. The plunge from the middle rope having downed her but she was not finished yet and was being fuelled by the same realisation that Sol had had previously, that if she didn't stop her opponent now she would be one step away from a humiliating spanking for every watching fan in the arena and worldwide on TV.

Rolling onto her hands and knees Bayley preserved her energy by crawling across the mat towards Sol While the blonde surfer girl was reaching up towards the paddle once more. Ruca's stretched as much as she could her hand in the perfect position as the paddle slowly swung back towards her waiting palm just as Bayley's outstretched fingers reached for Sol. The leather handle swung into Ruca's hand and for a split second a gigantic smile stretched across her face... until Bayley's hand grabbed the arse of Sol's baggy cargo pants.

The smile on Sol's face vanished and all thoughts of pulling the paddle down evaporated as she realised what was about to happen. Well the thought of pulling down remained as that is exactly what happened as Bayley pulled down hard on Sol's trousers which, just as before betrayed her as the baggy waistband slid with ease over her hips and the material slid down her tanned skin with ease, leaving Sol trapped on the top turnbuckle, pants around her ankles and her chiselled arse once again on full display.

Ruca screamed, looking left and right in horror, flushing a deep beetroot red and looked down as if she needed to confirm what had happened. her long legs glistened, the sweat of exertion catching the arena lights to make it look like she was sparkling as her taught muscles clenched, making them even more defined for the high definition cameras. Once again that tiny pink thong she wore covered nothing, the straps, high enough on her hips that they had been visible even before she had had her pants pulled down again, were little more than spaghetti strands and the flimsy strip of fabric that made up the back may as well have not been there.

Worse still Sol had no way of covering herself. Stuck on the top rope she was gripping at the pole to keep herself up, unable to bend over to make a grab for her cargo pants for the risk of losing her balance. Sol let out a series of panicked squeaks as she looked around at the leering audience as if they were going to offer her help but all they were interested in was getting the best shots they could of Ruca's second exposure on their phones, her humiliated position repeated across thousands of recording phone screens. in desperation Sol tried to grab for her trousers, the paddle completely forgotten but she almost slipped, tipping forward towards the outside of the ring until she clutched tightly at the pole the paddle hung from and pulled one leg from her trousers just in time to wrap it around the pole as well for support.

The audience howled with laughter as Sol clutched the pole for safety, looking ridiculous as she hung onto it with both arms and a leg, leaving her balanced stupidly like a flamingo that was rapidly losing it's feathers. Down on the mat Bayley had managed to get back to her and the way she was looking up at Ruca as if admiring her handiwork if not for the grim expression she wore and when she moved she instead put her boots on the ropes and started top climb towards the paddle again, reaching around her cowering opponent as she made her way to the top, spurred on but the crowd who had renewed their chants of "Hey Bayley Oohh Aahh, I wanna know will you spank that ass!"