Wait! Who is that?

Lita makes it to the top rope and perches on the turnbuckle pushing her hair out of her face and spending a second to adjust her bra again, making sure her tits were secure before she slowly stood up, ready to deliver her finishing moonsault. Just as she did however the crowd noise changed and Lita looked out towards the barrier where someone dressed in black leggings, boots and covered in a baggy black hoody leapt the barrier and rushed the ring, leaping up onto the ring apron next to Lita. Lita crouches down again on the turnbuckle, trying to maintain her balance as the invader grabbed the top rope and shook it, trying to dislodge her.

“What the hell is happening King? Who is that?!” shouted Madden as the invader made a grab at Lita.

“I don’t know Mark, they’re all covered up but I can only guess they must be a big Tiffany Stratton fan!”

Back in the ring Lita was swiping at the invader, doing all she could to try to fend off the attacker but as she did so the person in black lashed out and grabbed hold of Lita’s arm. Lita let out a cry as her injured shoulder was wrenched hard and her balance started to slip and a second later she fell. As Lita dropped off the top rope the invader pulled her towards the edge of the ring while dropping down off the apron herself. The result of this was that Lita dropped down onto the top rope, landing on her stomach with her upper body draped over the rope and hanging out of the ring with the mysterious stranger grabbing hold of both of her arms to trap her there while Lita’s legs were still inside the ring, flailing helplessly as she was hung out to dry and left helpless. As the invader dropped down off the top rope however several long blonde locks of hair dropped out of the hood of her hoody and hung down for everyone to see.

As Lita hung helpless, Tiffany Stratton had managed to sit up in the ring, looking about in confusion at what was happening. The invader outside saw Tiffy’s inaction and screamed at her.

“Stratton, get her pants!”

Tiffany may have still been suffering the effects of the DDT but she didn’t need to be told twice as she leapt up and grabbed at the waistband of Lita’s pants, slipping her fingers into the top and very quickly managing to undo the undo the button and the zip and started to slide Lita’s pants down her legs and over her fat arse. Knowing she was trapped Lita screamed, flailing her legs in a futile attempt to either keep her trousers up or to free herself but it was all pointless as she managed to do nothing to maintain her dignity. It only took a few seconds for the waistband to drop past her hips and then over her backside which jiggled wildly as Lita kicked her legs madly.

“Yes Tiffy, get her now!” yelled The King from commentary as the crowd both cheered and booed as Lita’s backside came into view.

The pair of panties that Lita had chosen to wear was one of her classic whale tail thongs, deep green to match the camouflage bra she was wearing the tiny amount of fabric stretched tight across what little of her arse it did cover before it disappeared between her her plump cheeks. Her wobbling flesh spilled over the thin strip of material causing it to disappear completely into the crease of her arse and and emphasizing every **** twitch and clench as she struggled.

“No! No!” Lita could be heard to cry out as she fought helplessly to free herself but she was completely trapped and helpless as her pants were pulled all the way down her calves until the ties at the bottom of her pants caught on the tops of her trainers.

Tiffy was now in the middle of the ring, pulling on Lita’s cargo pants which were stretched out all the way from Lita’s ankles while the ring invader keeps a firm hold of Lita’s wrists making it look like the two were stretching Lita out. The muscles in Tiffy arms were in full flex as she wrenched on the legs of Lita’s cargo pants now and it didn’t take very long before something gave and Lita’s trainers popped clean off her feet and both them and her trousers went flying with so much **** that Stratton fell and landed hard on her backside. Lita was left hanging over the top rope screaming as she kicked her now bare feet in the air her arse still bouncing as she floundered. When the ring invader let go of her wrists Lita toppled backwards into the ring, her hands flying up to try to cover herself, trying to pull the ragged remains of her shirt over her chest while her other hand went to her crotch, trying to stop anyone seeing where the slip of material which was all she had to cover her pussy. Tiffy however was not going to leave Lita to even that littler dignity. Despite the bell having run when Lita’s shoes had popped off Tiffany stormed over to her stripped opponent and grabbed the ragged remains of her shirt, ripping this off of her as well to leave Lita to write in the middle of the ring, screaming in horror and embarrassment in literally just her bra and panties.

The mysterious stranger now slid into the ring, looking down at Lita who was crumpled in the middle of the ring before unzipping the hoody she was wearing and pulling it off to reveal tanned skin and a massive set of tits crammed into a very tight white tank top all being worn by Mandy Rose! The Golden Goddess threw her hoody across the ring to Tiffany who caught it and quickly ties it around her waist, using to cover her own exposed arse to a cacophony of boos from the audience. Mandy flicked her blonde hair out of her face as she glared down at Lita who had stopped screaming to stare up at Rose in confusion.

“That’s Mandy Rose King! What the hell is she doing out here and attacking Lita?” shouted Madden over the boos of the crowd.

“Who cares Madden? I’m just drooling at the idea of these two women together! They must be the most gorgeous team to ever exist!” replied Lawler.

Lita had started to get up from the mat, clutching her arms across her tits and shaking her head in disbelief, her face bright pink with humiliation as she looked from Rose to Stratton to the crowd and then back to Rose. She had only just managed to get back to her feet when Mandy struck, launching herself forward and slamming her knee into Lita’s face with her own finisher, Kiss the Rose. Lita crumpled to the mat, spread eagled and completely exposed now on her back, her bra and thong completely uncovered in her mortifying position.

“Get her Tiffy!” Mandy shouted and Tiffy again didn’t need to be told twice as she sprinted to the corner and leapt up, first to the bottom rope, then the second then the top before flying backwards and crashing down on Lita’s defenseless form with a Prettiest Moonsault Ever!

All Lita could do was let out a groan of pain as she was squashed into the mat by Tiffy’s body coming down hard onto hers and as Stratton stood up Lita rolled onto her side and into the fetal position in a pathetic attempt to fend off any further attack. Fortunately for Lita it was over as Tiffany and Mandy clambered out of the ring together and walked backwards up the ramp, laughing to each other and giggling as they pointed back into the ring at the fallen Lita and raising each other’s hands in victory. Lita was left in the ring, a crumpled mess trying to cover her face in shame and not looking up the ramp where all three screens were being filled with a shot of her thick arse, thong completely gone into the crevice of her cheeks and all beautifully captured for the audience by Cameraman Three.