And Trish is furious!

"I can't believe it King, Jade did it, she stripped Trish!" screamed Mark Madded from the announce desk but Jerry Lawler's only response was a gurgle as drool dripped from his mouth. Jade had rolled away from Trish and to her feet, standing victoriously with her hands in the air and her chest rising and falling as she gasped for air, trying to recover from the ordeal she had gone through. A vicious match she had managed to survive while once again not losing a single item of clothing. Still resplendent in her shimmering blue attire Jade looked amazing as her dark skin now glistened as well with droplets of sweat but despite her victory there was not an eye watching her celebrate.

Trish Stratus had rolled away from Jade and taken up a position in the corner of the ring. Sat on her knees with her arms wrapped around herself for cover Trish was helplessly exposed. Her thick backside, tanned and beautiful was inches from the lens of the closest cameraman. Her lacy pink thong was clearly more for show than for practicality and even the little material there was was sheer and see through with the only completely covered part of her being between her legs. Her bra was similarly impractical, pushing up her breasts even more obviously that ever with lace doing little to hold her ample assets in. underneath her mess of blonde hair Trish's face was beetroot red from anger and humiliation. She couldn't believe she had been out played and made to look like a fool, trapped by her own move that she had used to beat losers like Stacy Keibler multiple times.

"No, No No!" Trish screamed, gritting her teeth between each syllable.

But no amount of shouting could change that Trish had been stripped and now was exposed for all the audience who were loving every second of it. Seeing her torn trousers on the mat where Jade had dropped them Trish scurried across the canvas on her hands and knees in desperation, her breasts wobbling beneath her and her backside wobbling like jelly, throwing even more dignity out the window. But as she stretched out her hand to try to grab her trousers Jade's boot came down on her hand, pinning it to the mat and eliciting a scream from Trish who looked up like a scared child into the angry face of Jade. Jade who had a visible red scratch mark down her cheek and a Jade who was not about to Let Trish do anything to protect her dignity.

"Get out of my ring bitch." Cargil could be heard to say.

Knowing when to fight and when to run, Trish pulled her hand out from under Jade's boot and crawled for the ringside. Seeing a golden chance presenting itself, Jade took a step forwards and kicked Trish hard up the backside. The Canadian squealed and threw herself under the middle rope and out of the ring, landing on her feet and staggering as her assets bounced again. Snarling in anger again Trish looked like she could spit with anger but she knew the fight was over. Turning to the ramp Trish ran for the backstage, failing to maintain any dignity with one hand desperately clutching onto her tits while using the other to try to conceal her bare arse.

Back in the ring Jade was still celebrating.

"Well that's one half of the finals King, Jade Cargil is going to the finals, but to face who? Mia Yim or Rhea Ripley?"

"Well... I think a lot of people would want to see the clash of power houses that would be Rhea vs Jade but you know, Trish has inspired me and I think the smaller girl can pull out a win." replied Lawler as he wiped drool off his chin.

"Well she's pulled off a surprise before King and god knows Rhea's cocky enough hat she could make a mistake."

"And Michin would capitalize. But that's for later in the week. Right now Madden I have to go to the back and watch that technical masterclass again, maybe in slow motion."

And with that ladies and gentlemen, Thank you for watching and good night." finished Madden giving a small wave to the cameras before looking under Kings side of the desk with concern.