Becky isn't that Stupid

Becky had been wrestling for far too long to fall for such a cheap trick. The moment she felt Liv's hands reached her pants, Becky dropped her knees straight down on Liv. The blonde went limp as the **** of the double knees almost knocked her out.

The women's champ went to town on Liv, slamming her fist into Liv again and again until she didn't know where she was. Liv hadn't even managed to lower Becky's pants an inch.

Becky stood and straightened her coat. Liv hadn't laid a hand on her clothes and she was still relatively fresh. This time she wasted no time in dealing with Liv and slipped the leggings down her tanned thighs and finally down to her ankles, before popping off her Jordans in the process.

"Liv Morgan has been eliminated," said the announcer.

But Becky wasn't done with Liv, who pathetically tried to cover up and hide from the thousands of camera flashes going off around the arena. She tried to crawl to the ropes, only for Becky to stop the red-faced Liv by grabbing her by the back of her thong.

A collective intake of breath sucked the life out of the arena. Was Becky really going to take this further?

Becky raised her hand. "Who's the man?"

She smashed her palm into Liv's right ass cheek and then proceeded to ask the question again, to a loud cheer, before smacking her left cheek and kicking her out of the ring with the sole of her boot.

Liv Morgan fell out of the ring, almost landing on her head. She covered her ass as she fled back to the locker room, her grand plans in tatters.

Becky leaned against the ropes casually. Perhaps this night would be easier than she thought?