Sol isn't out yet

Bayley began the slow process of clambering up the corner turnbuckles towards the paddle, still clutching at her stomach and sucking for air but slowly she went from the bottom turnbuckle to the middle, reaching up towards the paddle with her fingers just brushing at the deep purple leather of the paddle handle but it continued to dangle out of reach. With a gasp of exasperation Bayley got ready to pull herself up to the top turnbuckle, taking a few seconds for some deep breaths while outside the ring Sol Ruca went unnoticed as she crawled across the arena mats and top the stairs where she started to slowly pull herself up the metal towards the same corner that Bayley was climbing.

"It looks like a race to the top here as Bayley in just inches from that paddle and Sol starts to... Oh King, you're back." Mark Madden started talking but his train of thought was broken by Jerry Lawler who came skulking back to the desk and sat down with a petulant look on his face.

"I'm guessing by the way you're looking at me that you didn't find what you wanted?" Madden asked.

"No I didn't" replied King "Both Liv Morgan and her panties were gone, and I really wanted those!"

Back in the ring Bayley had managed to make it up to the top turnbuckle, her outstretched hand closing around the paddle handle to the cheers of the crowd before suddenly Ruca pulled herself onto the ring apron and in position to throw a closed fist punch straight into Bayley's gut. The air was once again forced from the Role Model who doubled over, her hand indistinctively releasing the paddle as she reached down to try to protect herself., her shoulder resting on the pole itself for support as Sol threw another punch, then another. Each one was less effective as Bayley tried to protect herself but each blow still landed and after a few more Bayley was forced down onto the most dangerous rope, the middle one.

Seeing her opponent in a vulnerable position Sol made the ingenuitive decision to clamber up the ropes from the outside, using the pole to pull herself up until she was face to face with Bayley still inside the ring. Ruca threw another punch which connected flush with Bayley's head, forcing the Role Model to slump down lower on the ropes and allowing Sol to clamber around the pole until she was inside again, her back to the pole and a leg on either side of Bayley's shoulders and looking down at her opponent before placing a boot on her shoulder and pushing.

With a cry of effort Bayley kept her hands locked around the ropes on either side of her, trying as heard as she could to not let go as Sol tried to push her down from the corner. Sol was at a disadvantage however. She could lean into the pole and had her foot deep into Bayley's shoulder but she was lacking the leverage to really get the force she needed. She pushed down again but once again Bayley managed to keep her grip, though she was also far from a strong position, clinging to the ropes with a death grip. Exasperated, Sol started to stomp down onto Bayley, stamping on her shoulders, her arms, the back of her neck and head, anything to try to dislodge the role model with a sudden, desperate ferocity born from the earlier humiliation of having her arse exposed and the very real possibility that she could have her backside paddled in front of the eager audience.

once her violent onslaught had finished Sol planted her trainer once again in Bayley's shoulder and gave another huge push that once again dislodged the Role Model from the turnbuckle. Bayley fell backwards like King Kong plunging from the Empire Sate Building and crashed down onto her back on the canvas with a crunch and a groan of pain.