She goes for more.

Clutching Alexa’s top in her hands, Bayley laughed and paraded around the ringside, lifting the top above her head.

She takes a second to post the top through the cage, making sure it’s just out of reach for the smaller woman’s arms to reach. There’s no way Alexa is getting that top back.

She makes her way over slowly to where Alexa disappeared under the ring and pulls up the ring apron, only to be met with the sharp snap of a kendo stick hitting her legs courtesy of Alexa.