Liv’s Ambush Finally Pays Dividends

Rhea hooks Liv’s arm around her head, and then grabs her other arm and pulls it through her legs, setting the seemingly limp blonde up in Pumphandle Position.

Rhea: “It’s over! You’re mine, slut!”

With that, Rhea attempts to lift Liv up for her signature move, only to suddenly cry out in sheer agony and just drop her, dropping down to one knee and holding her shoulder, it had given out in her attempt to land the Riptide.

Rhea: “Fuck! Ow…goddamit!”

Rhea was whimpering as she held her shoulder close to her. Liv was still motionless, but Rhea couldn’t capitalize while the seconds ticked away. Was Liv about to win the title just because Rhea couldn’t put her away?

Finally, after an uncomfortable thirty seconds in which the crowd genuinely began to worry that Liv was gonna become champion like that and never shut up about it, Rhea let out another primal scream, slapping her shoulder a few times, having a second wind as she shakes her head. She wasn’t losing her championship, not tonight, not to Liv. One minute and thirty seconds remaining, she’d probably only need ten.

Rhea: “NOW…now it’s over.”

With new resolve, Rhea sets up Liv and hooks her in position again. However, as she lifts her up, Liv shifts their positions, putting her legs under Rhea’s arms and rolling forward onto the mat, into a roll up to try and literally steal it.

Rhea: “WHAT—“

Rhea sits up to try and kick out, only to get another face full of Liv’s fat ass, stunning and horrifying her. The blonde was literally sitting on Rhea’s face for the roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Rhea manages to push Liv off, but to her, and the crowd’s, horror, it was a split second too late. The bell had rung.

Ring Announcer: “HERE IS YOUR WINNER, AND THE NEWWWWWWW SMACKDOWN WOMEN’S CHAMPION: LIV MORGAN!”

Everyone was so stunned, not even Liv’s music hits yet. Instead, it was an almost eerie silence, until it was broken by the sound of the new champion cackling obnoxiously.

Liv: “AHAHAHAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY GODDDDDDDD! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU! Under Five Minutes! Under four actually! But I Told You! I Win! NEW CHAMPION! HA! HA! HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

Her music finally hits, while Rhea just sits there, looking absolutely stunned and horrified. She had just lost. In under five minutes. To Liv Morgan. This was unbearable, this may be worse than the stripping and stinkface! Meanwhile, the crowd had begun booing the now obnoxious blonde as the ref handed her the title, Liv clutching it tightly.

Liv: “And you know what this means now, don’tcha Rhe-Rhe?”

Rhea: “Yeah yeah, you’re the champ, you name the stipulation at Mania, whatever.”

Rhea was grumbling and barely paying attention. She knew she’d just win it back, but she was still stunned she hadn’t just failed to put away Liv in her time limit, but she’d actually lost too.

Liv: “Oh no no no, that’s not all Rhea. Remember what you said if I actually won, which I DID!”

Rhea: “What are you talking abou—No. No! NO!”

Rhea it turned out did suddenly remember her confident words and agreement. And she was horrified.

Liv: “Yes! Yes! You have to get in a corner and take a stinkface from me…AGAIN!”

Liv began cackling again, while Rhea looked paler and paler. Nobody had ever seen the Nightmare look so scared before.

Liv: “And before you try and say you won’t…it was in the contract, babe. If you don’t, you’re gonna be FIRED! So get in that corner, and get ready for your champion’s fat ass!”