It all goes wrong for her

Whether she was looking for her finisher, the Obl-Liv-ion, would never be known. She leapt towards Mia Yim, legs first, only for Yim to half dodge, half collapse getting out of the way as Liv sailed through the air, her legs passing between the top and middle rope and then either side of the metal corner as her chest smashed into the top turnbuckle. The wind was clearly knocked from her as she grabbed the corner and let out a gasp. Her eyes bulged in her face and her backside rested on the middle turnbuckle, her cheeks still eating her thong.

"Oh No, Liv! Get out of there" shouted Madden, finding his ability to stand again to see the action.

But his advice was not heard as Mia Yim found yet another opportunity, grabbing Morgan by the hair and placing her foot at the back of Liv's head. There was not even a slight pause and Mia had fallen backwards, her own impact onto the mat jarring her foot into the back of Liv's skull. Morgan hung from the middle turnbuckle, her arms flopping down and her eyes closed as her mouth hung open. Seizing on her golden opportunity Mia grabbed Liv's shirt and, in her desperation to pull it off of Morgan, ripped it open, giving the crown an early sneak peek at Liv's small tits in her black bra before Michin tore the shirt completley from Liv's body. The bell was rung and Mia Yim stumbled backwards and crashed onto her arse on the mat, Laughing and almost crying in happiness at her victory as the crowd cheered.

"What an upset! I don't think anyone expected that Madden" Jerry Lawler said looking over at his broadcast partner who had once again slumped in his chair.

"Oh Liv, but... Oh Liv?" Madden commented, pausing for a few seconds before continuing. "King I'm so confused. Should I be happy or sad?"

"Well I couldn't be happier Madden, I'm sure you'll make up your mind once you've watched the replay later, but please do it in private" King replied.

Back in the ring Liv still hadn't stirred. She hung upside down from the middle rope, her legs keeping her in her undignified position. A small stream of drool had started to seep from the corner of her mouth, running up her face towards her hairline and although her eyes were open they were glazed and unfocussed. Her body was on complete display with nothing to cover her the crowd could get an eyeful of her upside down tits, gravity trying to pull them from her bra and only their small size saving her from them popping out. Her flat stomach heaved with every heavy breath and her thong which was still wedgied into her arse had also ridden up into her clit, giving her an unflattering camel toe between her legs.

Michin had managed to get to her feet and was having her hand raised by the referee, a huge stupid smile on her face that said she still didn't believe she had won while her free hand was covering her own exposed bra, despite having been on display for most the match. As soon as the referee dropped her hand Yim rolled from the ring, staggering back up the ramp, still smiling and taking a moment from the outside to admire her handiwork. Liv was slowly starting to come to and realised her precarious position. With a small moan she started to struggle, kicking her legs fruitlessly, her hands on the mat as she tried to free herself and cameraman three hurried around to her side of the ring, leaning under the bottom rope to make sure the audience at home got the best view of her helpless humiliation.

Only once the referee got involved did he manage to free Liv's legs and she flopped down onto her front on the mat with one last bounce of her arse. Looking up the ramp her eyes were still unfocused but she realised what had happened and with a hand she wiped the saliva from her bright red face, her furious glare undercut by her quivering jaw as she tried to keep the embarrassed tears in.