It's time for Liv Morgan vs Mina Shirakawa

A few minutes pass as the referee and stage hands manage to rouse Lyra and she sits up and realises what happened. Crying out in shame Lyra tries to roll from the ring but she is so worn out from the match she needs to be helped from the ring by a pair of crew members with massive smiles on their faces as they help Valkyria up the ramp, still trying to cover her exposed body, her Irish eyes not smiling anymore. Halfway up the ramp the bubbly and upbeat tones of Mina Shirakawa’s music starts to blare from the arena speakers and before long the woman herself strutted out onto the ramp. Mina was clearly in no rush, taking her time to pose on the ramp and smile broadly to all the fans who had come alive for her. As she stood proud on the ramp Mina leaned forward and shook her tits, jiggling them back and forth, exciting the fans as they bounced in her navy blue bra style top which lifted and framed her full chest, her cleavage covered in glitter and the top covered in sequins, causing her entire chest to sparkle in the stage lighting like a fireworks display.

Her shoulders and midriff were left pare and her smooth skin was already glistening with the aforementioned glitter and a thin layer of sweat. Below her bare stomach, the matching high-cut bottoms hugged every curve and red and silver sequin panels drew the eye while delicate blue straps wrapped her hips. Her legs looked endless in the tall, glossy blue boots that rose high up her thighs and the whole outfit was so skin tight it looked like it was painted on. Mina only stopped her jiggling as the stage hands helped Valkyria up the ramp and past Shirakawa who looked over at the defeated woman with a mix of pity and thinly veiled amusement before she started her march down the ramp and to the ring. When she reached it she hopped up onto the apron and slid under the bottom ropes in a lude display designed to emphasis every curve on her body and the crowd once again lost their minds as Cameraman Three got the best angles, walking around to plaster every inch of Shirakawa across the three big screens of the arena. When in the ring Mina hopped up onto the middle turnbuckle leaned forward and paused for a moment with a sly smile on her face, waiting for the electric crowd to reach a fever before she rapidly jiggled her chest again, looking down on Cameraman Three so he could record right up into her cleavage.

As Mina’s music fades the crowd is left cheering on their own to Mina’s jiggling until the loud “WATCH ME” of Liv Morgan’s entrance music starts up. Liv Morgan’s blonde hair was a golden waterfall as she strode out onto the stage and flicked it over her shoulder. Her smokey black eyeliner made her already striking eyes piercing and the sultry half smile she wore would make straight women question their sexuality. Liv didn’t bother to pose, she just stood at the top of the ramp, hips cocked and chest pushed forward to allow the audience to drink in just how good she looked. Her top was a sheer, skin-toned mesh crop that clung to her torso like a second skin, completely see-through in the harsh arena lighting. Lacy black bra cups with lace-up details criss-crossed over her chest, lifting her breasts and allowing the audience to see everything beneath. Stylized black-and-white graphic prints, eye-like sat across the bust.

Her black glossy high-cut bottoms hugged her hips and curves perfectly, the front zipper glinting under the lights. A wide white leather belt with a large silver buckle cinched her waist, multiple silver chains dangling from the sides and swaying with every tiny movement. Her legs were clad in shiny black leather boots that rose high up her calves, laced tightly with white laces and finished with heavy black buckles and straps to give her a serious and edgy look and as Liv cast her eyes over Mina still in the ring it was clear she was showing no fear at the possibility that it would all soon be ripped off of her. With another flick of her hair Liv started to strut her way down the ramp to the ring.