Yes, She Can

Becky struggled and lashed out with her head. She threw a reverse headbutt and caught Nikki square in the jaw and nose. Another hit and Nikki fell backwards, her improvised submission weakening and her body falling backwards.

She broke free of Nikki and scrambled to her feet, enraged by what had just happened to her. How dare Nikki treat the champ that way? How dare she treat anyone that way? Becky slid out of the ring with a mask of fury. She launched the timekeeper out of the way and picked out a chair.

Unlike with Liv, she didn't showboat or try to taunt her groggy opponent. Nikki crawled across the ring on her hands and knees, periodically checking her nose to make sure Becky hadn't busted it open.

Becky raised the chair over her head and brought it down over Nikki's back. She screamed and Becky smashed it down again. Nikki writhed in pain.

She dropped the chair and ripped the tank top up Nikki's body, exposing her pale skin. Soon she had the tank top up to her neck, exposing her modest tits covered by her black bra. Nikki rolled over and over until Becky had the tank top off. She tossed it far across the ring.

Even against the pain, Nikki threw her arms across her breasts. Becky didn't let her even take in the embarrassment as she hit her with the chair three times more until Nikki could barely move.

Becky screamed an obscenity at her that the speaker didn't manage to pick up and slammed the chair in the middle of the ring. She felt her pulse racing through her body, driven by anger and adrenaline.

She took one of Nikki's arms and dragged her to her feet. The Scottish diva couldn't react as Becky suplexed her onto the chair. Nikki lay motionless on the chair, completely knocked out.