We will never know

Liv’s cocky strut didn’t last long. With her attention entirely directed towards her opponent in the ring she didn’t notice the sudden movement as a member of the crowd jumped the barricade as she passed, dressed in a zip up black hoody and tight black jeans over black boots they charged the few steps down the ramp towards Liv before clattering her across the back of the neck with a clothesline. Liv was thrown forward crashing down hard on the metal ramp on her hands and knees before falling forward and bouncing her face off the ramp and skidding a few short feet. Back up the ramp the assailant looked down at Morgan locks of bright orange hair hanging out the hood of their hoody before they pulled the zip down and ripped it off. It was Gigi Dolin, a look of burning fury on her face as she threw the hoody aside and revealed a tight white tank top, the black bra straps poking out from under the shoulders before she charged down the ramp to continue her assault. Liv had just started to push herself up with one hand, the other gently feeling at her nose to make sure there was no damage when Dolin planted a booted foot into the back of her head, slamming it back down into the ramp.

“Oh my god Madden! Gigi is assaulting Liv before this has even started and she looks like a woman possessed!” cried King, standing from the desk to get a better look.

“Well Liv had to know that there would be repercussions from last week but we had a match planned.” Replied Madden

“Yea and this is just unfair, attacking from behind like this is a cheap move.” Finished King.

As Gigi mounted Liv Morgan’s prone form the crowd started the chant of “Cellulite! Cellulite!” directed at Gigi but Dolin ignored them and started to rain punishing blows down onto Liv as the blonde was trapped underneath her. As Gigi struck down wards her tits bounced wildly, clearly her bra and the flimsy vest not designed for such energetic movements but she ignored both this and the crowd as she brought the smackdown on Morgan. In the ring Mina looked shocked and asked the ref what they were going to do but the referee only shrugged and kept watching the assault while on the ramp Dolin stood up from her mount on Morgan, her face bright red with exertion and fury. Only now did she give the crowd any attention, looking around in anger at the jeering audience.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” she screamed, wailing like a banshee but this only got the crowd to redouble their taunting.

Gigi planted her hands across her ears as if she could somehow block out the thousands of people mocking her and looked down at Morgan who was slowly trying to crawl away from the scorned woman who was attacking her. As she crawled she whimpered, lifting her backside as she tried to push herself across the safety mats but her boots kept slipping. This however clearly gave Gigi a wicked idea. Snarling like an animal Gigi bent down and grabbed the waistband of Liv’s high cut bottoms. The material was skintight but there was no stopping Dolin as she started to wrench and pull at the shorts, managing quickly to pull them down to Liv’s calves where they got caught for a few seconds before coming off completely. The audience roared as they all got a look at Morgan’s rounded backside covered only by her bright red Brazilian style briefs which still showed off a whole lot of her tight tanned arse. Liv let out a cry as one hand flew back to try to cover her now exposed buttocks but for once the crowd were cheering for Gigi as the orange haired woman grabbed the belt at her waist and pulled it loose, the silver studs along the leather shining in the arena lights as evil intentions played across her face.

CRACK!

The leather made a snapping sound as Gigi brought it down like a whip across Liv’s exposed arse and Morgan’s scream of pain joined the whoops and cheers from the crowd. Red welts sprung up instantly across Liv’s skin and she suddenly found a new burst of energy, scrabbling across the mats and around the corner of the ring, crawling like a desperate dog as she tried to escape Dolin. But there was no escape as Gigi followed Liv, bringing the belt down across Liv’s backside again with another loud crack which elicited another scream of pain from Morgan as she stumbled and planted face down again before desperately getting back up and crawling again. Again and again Gigi brought the belt down across Liv’s bouncing buttocks as she crawled around the next corner, looking like she was going to do a loop of the ring as tears streamed down her face, smearing her dark eyeliner as she scrabbled across the black mats.

“AHH! Gigi… PLEASE… STOP PLEASE I’M SORRY AHHH!” Liv stammered, her pathetic begging punctuated by more snaps of leather and shrieks of pain.

As they rounded the next corner and reached third side of the ring Mina leaned out the ring, having seen enough and tried to grab the belt from Dolin’s raised arm, managing to grab the leather and after a short struggle pulled it from Gigi’s hand. All this got her however was a stiff punch straight in the mouth from Gigi which sent Shirakawa sprawling in the ring, her tits bouncing again as she hit the mat on her back. The distraction allowed Liv a few seconds of respite however and she managed to get her feet underneath her and started to try to run for the ramp, bent over at the waist and using both hands to try to protect both her dignity and her backside from any further assault. It was pointless however as the image of her arse, now as red as her panties was blown up large across all three big screens and Liv was forced to face her own humiliation as she fled, the thump thump thump of ehr boots of the metal lost in the cacophony of cheers and cried of joy from the crowd.

“Holy hell King, Liv just got her arse beat worse than anything I’ve seen in AHW yet, Dolin got her revenge and more I would say” Said Madden

“And it doesn’t look like she is done yet Mark, Here comes Gigi again!”

Gigi was in a full sprint now, charging up the ramp after Morgan, the anger still burning in her eyes, catching her tormentor at the top of the ramp. Liv may have thought she had escaped as she could see the curtain to the back but just as she reached to move it out the way Gigi’s hand closed around the back of her panties. Morgan let out another pitiful cry as she was pulled a few steps backwards and back into the audience view by her lacy panties and even as she struggled to escape Dolin was pulling her further and further away from the back in a tug of war using her briefs as the rope. The crowd were on their feet, their cheers explosive as they strained their necks for the best view they could get, everyone desperate to know how strong the fabric of Morgan’s panties was. And they all got their answers as Liv gave a massive lunge for the curtain, giving everything she had left in one more escape attempts and with an audible rip the fabric of her briefs gave up. For a split second there was a flash of bare flesh, an accompanying scream of terror and then Liv was gone, leaving Gigi Dolin stood on the ramp, the anger replaced momentarily with confusion as she looked down at the bundle of red lace clenched in her fist before she realised what had happened and with a cry of rage took off to the back after Morgan followed seconds later by Cameraman Three and seconds after him the cohort of other cameramen from ringside.