Charlotte Flair stood over a group of female wrestlers confidently with her hands on her hips while she looked down on them. One tried to run, and she stomped her massive boot down in front of her. “Nowhere to run. I demand a match.” The women looked up at her with fear. “Which one of you wants a title shot at the Queen? I will grow you so its more fair.” She declared. One woman stopped forward with her arm raised. It was…
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