Charlotte is in control, Becky is in trouble

Once back inside the ring Charlotte wastes no time, grabbing Becky’s legs she takes a quick step over, looking to prepare the figure four leg lock. Becky realises what is happening and desperately starts to flail about, thrashing her arms and making her bust bounce as she leans left and right, looking to grab the ropes and escape but it is all futile, Charlotte knows the move too well and quickly drops to the mat, cinching in the submission manoeuvre and making Becky cry out in pain as she frantically claws at the canvas. No amount of screaming was going to make Charlotte release the hold though as she leans back on the mat smiling to herself while Paige cheers her on on the outside and Becky writhes, trying to escape, rolling back and forth on the mat so that Charlotte, who wasn’t quite focused, was almost flipped an the hold reversed but the Queen, realising the situation, pushes herself up off the mat, turning the manoeuvre into her own signature figure eight. Becky cries out again, looking for the ropes but they were too far away and finally, when the pain became too much, Becky pounded the mat desperately as if to tap out.

In this match however there were no tap outs, the only way Becky was escaping this hold was when Charlotte chose to release it, though Paige still jumped for joy when Becky tapped out, laughing at her foe’s pain and taunting her, crawling half into the ring to get right in the Lass Kickers tortured face, mocking her while a tear of pain rolled down Becky’s cheek.

Then Charlotte dropped the figure eight back into a figure four, using her now free arms to reach forward and grab the ruined remains of the top half of Becky’s top, looking to use her position of advantage to cause even more damage to Becky’s rapidly disintegrating attire. With her fingers latched into the tattered outfit the Queen leans back again, pulling down the outfit even further, causing the one shoulder that was still hooked up to stretch out even more so, exposing more of Becky’s flat midrift as the crowd started to get excited again at the opportunity to see more of Becky Lynch then they had ever before and even the hardcore fans of straight fire were secretly hoping for Charlotte to end the match right there.

It was only the skills of the seamstress and the way they had secured that shoulder of Becky’s attire that maybe saved Becky from defeat then and there as the last few strands refused to break. In frustration Charlotte leaned forward again, looking to grab at that shoulder and straying far too close to the ever opportunistic Lass Kicker. As Charlotte approached Lynch took her chance, grabbing Charlotte’s hair and pulling the blond closer as she screamed in protest and Paige on the outside complained loudly to the referee to do something. But as much as Charlotte wasn’t going to release the figure four Becky had a **** grip on Charlotte’s hair with one hand while she started to hammer punches home with her free hand. Charlotte, with no way to defend herself, was finally **** to let go of her submission so that she herself could escape, untangling her legs from Becky’s and letting the red head roll from the ring where she landed on her hands and knees on the mats once again, wincing in pain.

Back inside the ring Charlotte is back to her feet and recovering with an angry glare on her face as Paige berates Becky on the outside, crouching by the Lass Kicker and shouting **** in her face. That is until Becky, look up into Paige’s eyes, fire burning away and clear hatred raging. Paige suddenly realise how close she is and tried to back away, stumbling as she stied to stand up and falling backwards onto her thicc arse. Scooting away and looking desperately for Charlotte Paige rounds the corner of the ring while Becky follows her glaring, though seemingly unknown to her Charlotte has dropped from the ring and is standing above Becky from behind, a malicious grin on her face again as she looks down at her opponent.