Later that night

A few minutes later Paige was stood in her office smiling as she watched the TV on the back wall. A few seconds later there was a knock on the door and Paige called cheerily for whoever it was to come in. The door opened and Charlotte Flair walked in she had a towel wrapped around her though she was still wearing her dress and she was drying her hair with another towel.

“You wanted to see me?” she said as she closed the door behind her.

“Yes I did, first I want to say congratulations on your win, even if it wasn’t ever in any doubt. Honestly if I could have I would have put money on you winning” Paige said smiling at Charlotte who looked uncertainly at Paige.

“Um…Thanks Paige” she said at last.

“Look Charlotte, you and me have had a somewhat…chequered past. I’ve said some things you’ve said some things but I want to put all that behind us and get this women’s division back on track. Also, I feel we may need to put Becky back in her place somewhat she may have gotten a little big for her boots.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but smile at this.

“You’ve said some things? That may be an understatement. But for the first time in a while I may agree with you” she said.

“Go. Now seeing as you are the number one contender for that title I may have some ideas for matches that I want…”

Before Paige could finish the door to the office banged open and Becky Lynch barged in still soaking wet with her tight trousers still slightly below her waist, one hand clutched to them. She was clearly furious and entered with such fury that Charlotte had to jump back or else she would have been clattered with the door.

“What a surprise to find you two colluding in here together, not of course, it’s exactly what I expected. I guess you were the one who told this bitch to attack me after her match like that.”

Paige and Charlotte gave each other a look before Paige responded.

“Becky if I saw correctly you attacked Charlotte first. I’d say you got what you asked for.”

“Oh would you now!?” Demanded Becky.

“Yes I would, and as the general manager I have taken the initiative and asked to see my number one contender to help me decide what type of match she would like to compete in against you” Paige replied calmly.

“Yea Becky, so if you don’t mind, you’re dripping on the carpet.” Added Flair.

Becky seethed for a moment, trying to control her anger.

“You ain’t gonna decide anything about what match I am in because I am demanding my match right now so I can kick her arse!” shouted Becky.

“Becky cool down and go dry off, you are not having a match right now. Neither of you are fit for it and I think I would rather put it on paper view. May be worth a few buys.” Said Paige.

“Well if you ain't gonna give me my match I guess I’m just gonna have to start one.” Shouted Becky.

The Becky struck out, slapping Charlotte across the face and knocking her back. She tried to continue her attack but Paige stepped in, placing herself between the two in order to stop Becky from pounding Charlotte into the ground. Becky was **** to back off, still fuming but then Charlotte pounced grabbing at Becky’s hair. This time Paige stepped aside and let the Queen get her shots in, smiling slightly as Charlotte grabbed Becky and slammed her head off the desk. Becky was bounced a few more times off the desk before Charlotte let go. The lass kicked slumped over the desk, holding her forehead and trying, but failing to rise.

“Shall we go discuss that match then?” Charlotte asked with a smile.

“Sure, just one moment.” Paige replied.

Paige then leaned over Becky and hooked her hands into Becky’s trousers, pulling them down in two swift movements and revealing Becky’s black thong again between her tanned arse cheeks. Becky moved to cover her backside again but not before Paige could give her a swift slap across the cheeks to which Becky let out a small yelp.

“OK, now we can go” replied Paige and the two walked out together, leaving Becky sprawled across the desk, her hands clamped over her bare backside.