A sudden turn of events!

Joining the crowd in celebrating her total degradation of Torrie Wilson Trish raised her hands into the air, one strap of Torrie’s bra in each hand and a huge smile on her face, elated to get one over one the only woman in the company who could have been seen as hotter than her. So distracted was Trish with her celebrations that she hadn’t noticed Stacy getting back to her feet and sliding carefully back into the pool. With a coy smile on her face Stacy closed on Trish who was still blissfully unaware of the crowds cheers turning to warning cries. With the smile still cemented on her face Trish threw Torrie’s bra to a lucky fan in the crowd and struck her signature one finger in the air pose.

The Stacy struck! Grabbing the back of Trish’s evening gown as hard as she could. The cameras caught the exact moment that Trish realised she was in trouble, her victorious expression changing to one of shock and recognition that she had taken her eyes off the ball. This lasted for all of a second before Stacy pulled the dress away with all the **** she could muster. Trish’s gown, already damaged from the earlier double team, continued to split down the tear in front and in one swift movement Stacy had managed to whip the whole thing from Trish’s body like magician pulling a table cloth from under a vase.

Both woman staggered back, Stacy looking at her new prise in shock, as if not believing that she had managed it, the water logged dress hung in her hands and the leggy blond looked from it to Trish sand then back at the dress as the referee called for the bell.

Trish on the other hand was stood starring off into the crowd like a deer in the headlights. Her mouth wide open and her eyes pleading as if someone was going to tell her she hadn’t just squandered her opportunity. The crowd as well were in a stunned almost silence as they took in all of Trish’s body. The gorgeous Canadian was dressed in a deep purple teddy, a one piece lingerie that was almost all mesh to allow tantalising glimpses of her tanned skin beneath it with the breasts and crotch being covered by lace. The backside was a sheer thong that covered nothing and may as well have not even been there. Trish only broke from her shock when Stacy’s music started to play and the crowd cheers started to pick up and they realised what they were looking at. Slowly she turned around, taking in the leering crowd, all taking their opportunities to ogle her just like they had Torrie after Trish had stripped her. And then Stacy, breaking from her own shock, grabbed Trish’s tits, taking her chance to grope them hard before pushing Trish backwards.

Trish staggered and then hit the pool edge, crashing backwards to the arena floor just like Stacy had earlier and the crowd cheered and laughed as Trish went arse up, flopped to the floor and rolled to her knees. From there Trish rocked back on her heels, looking up at the referee and pleading as if somehow it was in any question whether she had lost the match, making no effort to cover up that she had been reduced to just her lingerie. The referee however was in between handing the title belt to Stacy and catching quick cautious glances at Trish’s cleavage which rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing and paying no attention to what she was actually saying.

Stacy posed with the belt while Trish got gingerly to her feet, looking on at Keibler’s glee while she herself was about to cry, tears welling in her eyes, obvious despite Trish still being soaking, the realisation that she had lost another opportunity to reclaim her beloved championship. In the pool Stacy noticed Trish and burst into laughter,kissing the belt and declaring loudly that it was hers before mock crying at Trish. This angered Trish who's embarrassed tears turned to furious ones.