Off with Charlotte's top!

Becky looked around at the crowd, listening to their cheers and letting them fill her with confidence before looking down at her own tattered outfit and, with a look of grin determination, grabbed the ragged remains of the one shoulder and ripping it free, leaving her with nothing left on the top of her attire. Then Straight Fire placed one leg on either side of Charlotte’s chest and leaned down, taking her time as if daring the Queen to come to her senses and try to stop her but Charlotte was still hardly aware of her surroundings and did nothing to stop Becky from plunging her hands into the cups of Charlotte’s top, getting a solid handful of the fabric and ripping violently on it, making a large split down the front of the Queen’s top. Pulling hard at the material caused it to give more but the seamstresses had been hard at work on these attires and Becky ended up shaking Charlotte back into consciousness as she rag dolled the blond around in an attempt to completely rip the material off of her. Charlotte cried out in embarrassment as she realised her bra was suddenly on show but she could do nothing to save herself, having to look on at Paige as Becky unmounted her and dragged her back across the ring as she pulled away at her top.

Finally with one final top the last of Charlotte’s top broke and the queen rolled out of it, flopping onto the mat, again onto her tits where she flattened herself, looking around as if expecting to find somewhere to hide before she rushed to the corner of the ring with the pole in it and looking up from her knees at the big screen which showed the footage of herself, hunched into a ball and trying to keep her bra from view with a mortified look on her face. She had managed to go so far without being exposed only to let it slip away. Becky had launched the remains of Charlotte’s top into the crowd for a few lucky fans to get a piece off and now stood in the middle of the ring with her won bra completely exposed and daring Charlotte to do the same. Slowly Charlotte stood up, revealing a lacy silver bra that was not only barely big enough to contain her ridiculous tits but was also clearly pushing them up to make them seem even bigger.

Becky chuckles at the sight of Charlotte who is clearly shook at her sudden exposure, knowing that suddenly she may be in Charlotte’s head.

“Silver Charlotte? Funny, I expected something a little more entitled.” Becky mocked in her sweet Irish accent.

This caused Charlotte to turn red as she own words came back to bite her and ignoring her exposed predicament she charged at Becky. As she crossed the ring Charlotte’s tits bounced wildly but that was nothing compared to how close they came to spilling out altogether when Becky sidestepped the Queen’s charge and tripped her. Charlotte crashed to the mat in the middle of the ring and grabbed for her boobs which she had crashed down upon, her own weight maybe being the only thing keeping them in and she managed to save her dignity.

This did however leave her completely defenceless and Becky pounced, pulling Charlotte’s injured arm away from her and rapidly slapping on the Dis-Arm-Her!. Unlike when Becky was trapped in the Figure Eight however Charlotte fought for only a few seconds before tapping out on the mat in pain to the furious cries of Paige who had called for her to resist. Becky held Charlotte in the move for a few moment while the Queen screamed before letting her go and standing tall over her opponent who rolled onto her back, trying to both clutch her injured arm and keep her breasts in check as she lay there.