After finishing the final lap of her hotel's pool, Trish Stratus climbed out of the water.
All eyes in the room (well, men's eyes) fell onto her georgous, lucious body. It was tightly encased in a sexy red two-piece swimsuit; french cut top and thong bikini bottoms. Knowing full well what affect it would have on the men in the room, she reached up and brushed back her long, blonde hair. Satisfied with her workout and the attention she was getting, she grabbed her towel and headed towards the women's dressing room.
Once safely inside, she stripped off her bikini - revealing her enormous breasts and neatly shaven pubic hair - and opened up her locker. The WWE Women's Title rolled off the pile of her clothing and crashed onto the floor. With a sigh, Trish stored her bikini safely away and picked up the belt. She stared into the gold plate, looking at her own reflection.
It was hard to believe the new rules that AJ Styles had enforced on the Women's Title. Or, rather, the old rules. In order to liven up the women's division, AJ had proclaimed that the Women's Title was now subject to the same rules as the Hardcore Title; that it was to be defended, 24/7. It was absolute madness, but Trish had to admit that it made things a little more exciting. She'd been Women's Champion for so long now, with no real competition from the others. Perhaps this would give her the thrill of competition that she so desperately craved...
She jumped with surprise as the lockeroom door flew open. Eve Torres ran into the room, her eyes wild with fury. Trish had barely time to register that there was a camera crew and she was naked before Eve was upon her. Within the close confines of the locker there was little room for signature moves. Instead each woman grappled and counter-grappled as they fought to wrestle the other woman to the floor. Trish lost herself in the competition; the camera crew faded from her thoughts as she tried desperately to catch Eve in an armlock. But her skin - her damned, wet skin - meant that Eve kept slipping loose. Thankfully it meant that the reverse was true; Eve tried a belly to back suplex, but her arms just couldn't find the traction she needed.
Without warning Eve slipped behind Trish and locked in a full nelson. With her arms held awkwardly above her head, her bare body completely exposed, Trish once more became aware of the cameras filming their every move. She had to escape somehow. Thinking quickly - perhaps too quickly - she lifted her feet off the ground, planted them firmly on her locker door and kicked off. Eve lost her balance and fell onto the hard tiled floor, Trish on top of her, but Trish's locker slammed shut and locked itself tight! Now her only source of clothing was up in her room!
Trish and Eve grapple on the ground, and in the end one of them lands the victory...
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