Becky is Furious

Becky Lynch stormed down the ramp and too the ring with her face a set scowl to a cheer from the crowd that dwarfed anything that Charlotte or Paige had received. She was dressed as well in dark jeans with trainers and a black tank top while her blue and white Smackdown woman’s championship sparkled around her waist. She had come out with a microphone in hand and as she entered the ring both Paige and Charlotte backed away from her, not wanting to be in too close proximity but as soon as she was in the ring Becky got right up in both of their faces.

“This is absolutely ridiculous, how can you two come out here and talk about bringing up the Smackdown women’s division while booking me, the champ into a match like that?” Becky demanded to more cheers from the crowd.

“Woah, slow down Becky, can’t we just enjoy this reunion of our old team? Don’t you remember PCB?” Paige said with a smile on her face, backing off again

“I remember teaming with a pair of women I respected. Even after you stabbed us in the back Paige and then after you did the same Charlotte Flair...” Becky continued, pointing a finger at each of them in turn.

“Oh come on now Becky...” Charlotte tried to interject but she was cut off again by Becky

“And now you are trying to do the same to everything I am trying to build in this division! Well I’ll tell you something, I will beat you in any match you bring to me Paige, this little team of yours isn’t going to break me.”

It was clear from her words that Becky was all sorts of fired up and the more of that fire she spat the more the crowd were behind her.

“Break you Becky? I am going to humiliate you and leave you lying just like I did last week.” Charlotte replied with her cocky smirk intact. “And you know what? The crowd loved seeing you in such a precarious position last week I think I may just let them have a sneak peek at the pay per view right now!”

As she said the last sentence Charlotte dropped her mic and the paddle and struck Becky hard across the face. The crowd booed as Becky staggered, also dropping her mic as Charlotte struck a second and third time, pushing Becky back but as she went for an elbow strike Becky blocked her and started to fire back with punches of her own which elicited cheers from the crowd. Becky’s punches were much faster than Charlotte's had been and the self titled Queen was **** right the way across the ring until she was backed right into the corner.

The crowd was elated as Becky bounced off the bottom rope to deliver a kick to Charlotte which struck her right in the boobs and winded Charlotte who was suddenly in a lot of trouble. Becky bounced off the rope and delivered as second kick to the other boob and Charlotte had to grab for her low cut top, worried that the impact may have shaken her fake tits out of her bra. Becky looked around to the crowd as if considering asking if she should go for another but decided on her own that she should. She bounced off the rope again and...

Crack! Paige had grabbed the paddle from the floor and as Becky was bouncing, smashed her across the back with it. Becky fell to her knees on the mat, grunting in pain as Paige looked on with a smile on her face now. But then Charlotte had recovered and grabbed Becky Lynch in a front face lock. Becky tried to escape but bent forward with her head and neck in Charlotte’s arm she was complexly trapped. Charlotte Flair had a vindictive smile on her face and as she Walked Becky backwards, punching her way out of the corner and into the middle of the ring she used her free hand to point down to Becky’s arse. The crowd were mixed to what they were seeing but they largely booed as Paige stood behind Becky with the paddle raised ready to strike, but then she lowered it again, looking around with a smile.

The crowd knew what was about to happen and even the most stalwart of Becky supporters couldn’t boo as Paige grabbed the back of Becky’s jeans and pulled them down to her knees, exposing Becky’s thick arse with a pair of pale blue panties covering her cheeks. Becky struggled harder to escape, grunting as she pulled against Charlotte but she was going nowhere fast and she let out a shriek of pain as the first of the paddle shots clattered her backside, making her arse and legs jiggle.

Five more shots came after this before Charlotte finally dropped Becky to the mat and stood over her, one foot on Becky’s arse, with her hands raised. Paige joined Charlotte, linking hands as Paige raised the paddle as well above their heads to thunderous boos. As they turned as left the ring Becky slunk to her knees, her hands grabbing for her jeans to recover her now pink backside and her blue panties. Her face was a mask of fury as she watched Paige and Charlotte walking backwards up the ramp with huge smiles on their faces, clearly full of confidence in their victory at the next pay per view just a few nights away.