Sol's on fire now

The match had clearly started far too slowly for Sol who as soon as she was back in the ring sprinted from the side she entered across the canvas to bounce off the ropes on the other side. As Charlotte managed to get back to her knees Sol came sprinting back across the ring and hit a basement dropkick, once again giving a stiff double kick to Charlotte’s chest. Both women hit the mat but while Charlotte grabbed for her plastic chest Sol rolled backwards and back onto her feet, letting out a cry of victory before she ran to the most parallel set of ropes and leapt up onto the middle rope, using the spring to throw herself backwards in a moonsault that brought her crashing down chest across Charlotte’s chest. The impact drove the air from Flair in one huge gasp as Ruca rolled off of her. But clearly Ruca had come down hard on her knees which had already been twisted up by The Queen earlier and as she rolled away across the mat she was clearly favoring her knees as she took a moment to pause, pain stretched across her face and quickly trying to massage the feeling back into her legs.

Knowing she couldn’t delay for long however Sol stumbled back over to her opponent who was still laying on her back, stunned by the suddenly relentless attack and still trying to suck in air from where it had been kicked from her. Ruca straddled Charlotte’s waist and started pulling at the iridescent material that made up Charlotte’s top, ripping at it as she desperately tried to peel it away from The Queen’s body. Charlotte now let out a scream as she started to try to push Ruca off of herself weakly, only being saved by the fact that the material of her top had so much stretch to it. That could only last so long however as one of the shoulder straps of Charlotte’s top snapped with a loud ping which revealed a clean white bra strap beneath. Sol saw where her top was weak and snatched for the second strap but in doing so she ducked her head lower than she had before and in a second Charlotte had capitalised, throwing her head forward in a huge head butt that cracked her forehead into Sol’s nose.

Ruca fell backwards with a cry of pain as she clutched for her face, sliding across the mat away from Charlotte as Flair struggled back upright. Looking down at her broken strap Charlotte’s face twisted into an angry scowl as she saw there was no fixing it and as she twisted her hands into claws she stormed towards Ruca who was still trying to get to her own feet. Charlotte didn’t even hesitate, she didn’t go for a wrestling move, she didn’t look for a submission. Charlotte was blinded by anger and as she reached Sol she lashed out with a vicious kick straight up between Sol’s legs. Ruca let out a squeal of pain, her hands going straight between her legs as her face turned bring red and twisted in pain. As the crowd booed Sol sank to her knees, tears starting to leak from her eyes as Charlotte smirked to herself, as if she had pulled off some amazing tactical maneuver and paced around behind Sol like she was going to execute her. Sol had no way to defend herself as Charlotte flipped over Ruca, grabbing hold of her head and slamming her head down into the canvas.

The surfer girl lay face down on the canvas and hardly moving As Flair sat up and looked down on Ruca with disdain, clearly unbothered by the boos that were now raining down on her. A smirk crossed Charlotte’s face as she grabbed Ruca’s shirt and started to pull it up and off her fallen opponent’s body and, with no resistance at all from Sol, Charlotte managed to rip the top clean off. Sol was still unmoving, still face down but now with the pink bra strap on display across her tanned back just above a pale tan line. Charlotte pointed to this and laughed to herself as if it was the funniest thing she had ever seen before turning her attention to Sol’s shorts again.