Embarrassing Pin

Steph pretended to be dazed, giving Hana a chance to pin her and win the match. Losing didn't matter- after all, it was scripted. What mattered was, Steph put on a good display, wrestled well and they both had their moments. Maybe her new costume wasn't so bad, if she could still preform in it...

Then Hana did something strange. Rather than a standard pin, Steph felt Hana sit on her torso. Steph open her eyes as her opponent too each leg under her arms and yanked them up. This rolled Steph up and, more importantly, spread her legs wide, lifting her butt off the canvas.

"What are you doing?!" Steph squealed.

"My trademark pin." Hana whispered back plainly.

"But... I'm in a thong!" Hana squealed, feeling her bare buttcheeks wriggle as her tiny costume wedged up her crack and crotch, her legs spread lewdly. She heard the crowd go wild and blushed furiously.

"That's your problem!" Hana grinned.

Steph felt utterly foolish and exposed as the Ref began his slow, painful count.

"One... Two... Three!" He said, as Steph lost the match, and her dignity...