What else can she do?

Shamefully Trish slowly unclasps the pink bra and pulls it lose, holding it to her Breasts sheepishly for a few seconds before finally letting it drop to the ground. The crowd explodes as Trish's 36D bobs were unleashed to the worlds, her tanned skin shining with sweat in the lights from the arena as they bobbed slightly with her every breath. Tears formed in Trish's eyes as she stood with no means of covering herself as every camera in the crowd flashed and every camera man gained the best angle they could, resulting in her tits being blown up on the huge titantron screen. Lita laughed manically as Trish stood in complete humiliation. Finally Trish could take the shame no more and her hands flew to her chest, covering herself, though too late, and eliciting rapturous boos from the crowd.

'Now Trish, that won't do. We can't have you covering up, and I know just the thing to stop you. I remember one other thing you did for the boss, now, on your knees, on your knees and bark like a dog!'

Trish looked around helplessly, as if half expecting someone to come and save her but knowing that no one was. Slowly she lowered herself to her hands and knees, finally giving up her chest and allowing her tits to hang loosely to returning cheers from the crowd. Lita motioned for her to crawl and, reluctantly the Canadian did, her breasts swinging with the shuffling steps. Finally Lita stopped her by grabbing onto her thong again, pulling it back till it almost slid over her round arse.

'Now bark!' Lita shouted into the mic before forcing it under Trish's mouth.

Knowing her dignity was already gone and that it was the only way to leave the ring Trish released a series of whimpering barks which were reverberated around the arena before eventually becoming mere embarrassed sobs.

Lita released Trish's thong and she was finally allowed to leave the ring, crawling across the canvas until she could roll under the bottom rope and run, her buttocks bouncing all the way to the back.