With Entrances Of Course!

“The following contest is an Evening Gown Pool Fatal Fourway Match! All four women will enter the pool dressed just in their evening gowns. Whenever a woman is stripped of it, they will be eliminated and must exit the pool. Whoever is the last eliminated woman must undergo a humiliation of the winner’s choice.” The ring announcer calls, the fans buzzing and popping for it.

“Whew, I’m so excited for this match, Madden,” King says, sounding giddy and like he may faint. “All four of these women make a great case to win, but I’ve gotta back the Queen. I think she’s gonna make one of them bow down and kiss her feet…even though I’ll be upset not to see more of her.”

“I dunno, King,” Madden chimes in, almost as eager sounding, “I’ve gotta think that Sasha’s gonna beat some respect into someone with that paddle she’s been waving around for weeks.” He finishes, the intros and entrance music then beginning.

It was Becky Lynch, strutting out in a tight emerald dress. She didn’t bother with heels, knowing she’d be kicking them off anyway to get in the pool, and clearly has a swagger about her.

“Hope everyone’s ready to see some more of my worthless fellow Horsewomen, because I’m gonna strip all of them! It’ll really come down to who I wanna humiliate most,” Becky confidently boasts, stepping into the pool then with the fans cheering her on.

She was always a crowd favorite anywhere, and this was no different.

Sasha makes her entrance next, the fans almost cheering as loud as they had for Becky as she struts out in a tight, skimpy, sparkly blue dress and heels. She begins dancing and swiveling her hips on stage, a paddle in hand before she brings it up and licks it sensually with a slight moan.

“I can’t wait to discipline someone with this. I wonder who it’ll be. I honestly hope I get to save Bayley for last, I wanna use this on her big booty,” Sasha says, moaning lowly again before she sets down the paddle, kicks off her heels, and steps into the pool with a big grin.

Charlotte was third to enter then, strutting out to a mixture of boos and woos, the Queen with the same smug expression as she always had on her face. She twirls around, a long, flowing gold dress on that looked almost like her robes with heels underneath to make her look taller.

“Hope you’re ready to kneel peasants, because one of you gets the pleasure of kissing my feet,” Charlotte winks at Becky and Sasha then as she extends one foot from under her dress and slowly takes off her shoe, making a show of exposing her bare foot and then doing the same with the other. “Now who will it be? The Man? Bayley and her fat ass? Or The Legit Boss? Hmm…I think I finally wanna make the Boss bow down to the Queen.”

Charlotte smirks as she enters the pool and gets right in Sasha’s face who just scoffs and shoves her back. “Never gonna happen!” Sasha barks, a ref needing to stop them from brawling before the match even began.

Finally it was Bayley’s entrance, the Role Model making her way out, barefoot and foregoing heels like Becky had, in a dress that barely went all the way down to cover her big butt. She was smirking arrogantly, the fans reacting in a decidedly mixed manner for the obnoxious brat.

“Hope you ladies brought lipstick, one of you gets the chance of a lifetime to kiss all over the best booty in wrestling,” Bayley laughs as she turns around and picks up her dress, exposing her thong as she basically moons her three competitors for a few seconds before pulling it back down, all three women looking disgusted by the idea of kissing that ass. “Honestly I hope it’s you Bex, after how long you’ve been on top, I’d love to make you kiss this big time booty.” Bayley spanks herself at her and Becky shudders.

“Come near me with that gross thing and you’ll be kissin’ mine ya bloody weirdo!” Becky shouts, glaring up at Bayley who just laughs and then suddenly jumps into the pool; causing water to splash right up into Becky’s face, making her shriek. The bell then rings and Bayley goes right after Becky while Charlotte and Sasha begin to fight.