Not if Paige can help it.

Becky started to pull once again at Charlotte’s top but Paige’s distraction had paid dividends, taking Becky out the action for long enough for the Queen to regain her senses and as Becky grabbed for her top Charlotte grabbed her hands and struggled with the red headed diva. For a moment it looked like Becky was drawing closer to Charlotte’s top but then Charlotte managed to push Becky tot he side and Straight Fire clocked her head off the ring apron. It was not a hard shot but it was enough for Becky to retreat and give Charlotte some more breathing room. Becky backed away holding her head and with a clear glare of frustration as she watched Charlotte struggling back to her feet. It was obvious that the Lass Kicker was starting to get frustrated with her lack progress in the match, Charlotte on the other hand had exposed her bra twice and it was starting to look like Becky may be in for a worse night than she had planned.

Plans could always be changed however and Becky changed hers up with her next quick ****. Just as Charlotte was seeming ready to fight again Becky rushed forward and grabbed her by the hair, pushing her back into the ring apron where Charlotte crashed into it spine first, then Becky ran the queen along the apron until she collided, injured shoulder first, with the steel ring post. There was a loud clonk and Charlotte fell to the mats again, yelling in pain and grabbing at her shoulder. On the other side of the ring Paige was starting to look very worried while Becky was smirking now as she stood over her fallen ex-friend who had humiliated her so much in the past. Now she was looking to be in control and Becky was savouring her ****.

Not convinced that it would be enough to stop the Queen from fighting back yet however Becky grabbed Charlotte by the hair and pulled her back to her feet. There her held her by the head and with a serious look now said “Remember pulling my jeans down, remember humiliating me? Remember that now, you brought this on yourself.” Charlotte didn’t reply, she simply winced and clutched her shoulder and Becky scowled before looking around at the announcers desk. Which was back on the side where they had just been. Becky takes aim, followed by a few quick steps and looks to throw Charlotte head first over the desk.

At the last moment however Charlotte reverses Becky, holding onto her arm before reaching down, grabbing Becky by the arse and using the positioning to propel the Lass Kicker over the table instead. Becky rolls over the desk cover and lands ungraciously on the commentators laps. Flailing to try and free herself from the overly friendly grasps of Michael Cole Becky is red faced and embarrassed as she flails, pushing the commentators away before looking around at them in anger. Clambering onto the announce desk Becky is on all fours atop the table and too furious at what had just happened to notice her precarious position with her backside to the crowd…or where Charlotte is. Just as she is about to dismount the table Charlotte runs in and hits Becky with a huge boot which sends her crashing off the table and too the mats. Charlotte holds her shoulder, wincing in pain as Paige cheers her on.

Shaking out her shoulder a bit Charlotte descends on Becky grabbing hold of the zip on the Lass Kickers singlet and looking to once again pull it down, this time more permanently.