Now here come Charlotte!

When Becky gets to the top rope she leans forward, bracing herself with the pole with one hand while reaching up with the other, fingertips brushing against the handle as she does so and sending he paddle swinging slightly. As she is reaching however Charlotte Flair slides back into the ring, jumping up and clubbing Lynch around the lower back. Becky lets out a yell, more of shock than of pain and falls forward slightly, grabbing the pole with both hands. With Lynch trapped up the top Charlotte takes her chance and grabs the back of Becky’s torn outfit, puling it down and trying to budge it over her backside. Becky yells out, realising the almost defenceless position she is in while Charlotte pulls on her outfit. Slowly the back of her outfit slides over her arse and reveals her own thong, deep purple to match her bra, as well as her thicc tanned arse cheeks. Realising she has to do something Becky kicks out with her leg, almost hitting Charlotte in the face, though she does give up her balance to do so and there is no elegant way to try and mount a defence while half naked on the top of the ring.

Charlotte backs off and laughs at Becky’s predicament, enjoying the sight as her rival squirms, trapped as she is. Moving forward to try and grab Becky again though she is once again fought off as Becky kicks out followed by Becky lashing out still more, **** to not let Charlotte close. Paige however was back up from her embarrassing position and dodged around the side of Becky, clubbing her in the back she Charlotte had done earlier, allowing Flair herself to move in and they both grabbed a leg. Paige looked sly at Charlotte who was panting hard, her tits rising and falling with every breath and feeling the effects of injury upon her damaged arm. They were still however on the right track and in unison they lifted up, raising Becky out of the corner despite her attempts to hold onto the pole and after walking to the middle of the ring they planted her down with authority in a massive double powerbomb!

Becky hit the mat and all the wind was knocked out of her. The impact made both her exposed arse and her breasts jiggle and she could just lie on the canvas and groan after the impact. Charrlotte as well collapsed to one knee, sucking wind as she tried to catch her breath while covering over her own bra with her good arm as if she could hide what people had already gotten an eyeful of. Paige on the other hand was ecstatic, grabbing at Charlotte and trying to push her almost onto Becky in her desperation to see the lass kicker humiliated.

“Quick now, get on her you tart, strip the cow! Finish her!”

Charlotte gives Paige a glare but does as she is told, crawling over to Becky and hooking her fingers into the remains of her outfit, lifting up her backside and looking to finally close the book on the match as she readies to pull off Becky’s attire and exposed her to the world.