Complete Humiliation

The crowd can't handle their excitement watching Stacy twirl Trish's thong. Stacy's devilish smile can't help but show how much she is enjoying this moment and the clear depths of her hatred for Trish.

Stacy plays to the crowd, gyrating a few times as if she were fucking Trish. The cheers continue and grow further as it appears that Stacy may be getting ready to move from her position. Stacy motions to one of the cameramen, practically demanding they get into the ring. Ethically, they know that they shouldn't but how could they resist this once in a million camera view. The cameraman joins in and positioned to get the perfect view of Trish's booty once Stacy moves out of the way. He keeps catching tiny glimpses whenever Stacy is moving/adjusting but the crowd clearly wants full stratusfaction.

Stacy tosses Trish's red thong onto the mat. She rolls backwards and back to her feet, revealing all of Trish's backside. A deafening pop from the crowd comes with this view. With Trish still face down and ass up, her thick butt sits there in all its glory. With every small step Stacy takes around the ring, the canvas shakes and causes Trish's ass to slightly bounce and jiggle. An equal pleasure of Trish's current position is the perfect view of her cleanly shaved pussy. Not a hair in sight on Trish's plump lips.

Stacy laughs at her opponent's embarrassing situation but can only think of one way to top this. She starts walking forward towards Trish and drags her towards the ring ropes. The cheers quickly turn to boos as the crowd is upset about losing their million-dollar view of Trish. Those boos were misguided though as Stacy had something even more evil in mind.

The only piece of clothing still on Trish were her wrestling boots and Stacy had an idea how to use even that against her. Stacy pulled Trish over to the side of the ring opposite of the hard camera. She pushes Trish's upper body under the bottom rope. Trish's limp body fell so that it hung outside the ring, causing her black crop top to lower with gravity and reveal part of Trish's red bra. Normally that'd be exciting in and of itself but that barely stirred the crowd given what they had seen.

With Trish's upper body hanging outside the ring and her nude lower body (besides the wrestling boots) still inside with Stacy. Stacy quickly untied Trish's wrestling boots and the crowd starts to murmur, perhaps figuring out what she has in mind.

Stacy lifts Trish's left leg and stretches it as far left as it can go before using the boot laces to tie it to the middle rope. The crowd has definitely figured out Stacy's diabolical plot now. Stacy grabs Trish's right leg and brings it as far right as it can go before ensuring that one is tied up as well. Admiring her handiwork, Stacy finally steps aside. Trish's legs have been spread eagle and every little detail of her vagina is being broadcast across the world. The cameraman gets as close as possible, perhaps at Vince or Kevin Dunn's direction, and Trish's shaved pussy is a sight to see.

The ordinary person would have stopped a long time ago but for Stacy, there was only one more final piece to this career-defining moment. She needed Trish to realize what is happening.

Stacy rolls out of the ring, causing Trish's body to jiggle again. Stacy sits down outside the ring so that she is only a foot or two away from Trish's face. She starts lightly smacking it, more so to wake her up than to cause pain. The slaps seem to have worked as Trish's eyes start to open and she is starting to regain consciousness.

For Trish, the first feeling she had was confusion. Where was she? What is going on? Her head was throbbing in pain. Seeing Stacy started to trigger some recollection. They had just had a match. Trish had won. But if she had, why was Stacy looking so happy? Trish started to look around. She was upside down, and her shirt had fallen revealing a lot of her bra. God, that was embarrassing.

And suddenly the realizations hit, one right after the other. It was a bra and panties match she had fought with Stacy. Her feet are trapped. Her pants are still gone... oh god.

Panic grew on Trish's face. Her vagina, her ass, everything was exposed. Not just exposed briefly but displayed like some sort of pervert museum piece. Trish struggled but her laces were tied tight. Even worse, this just got more cheers from the crowd getting to see Trish's body shake and jiggle some more.

The panic and shock grew to tears as Trish realized she was helpless. As much as she continued to try to get free, she was trapped in this predicament. And besides that, the crowd had already seen everything! How could this happen? She didn't deserve this! The tears continued to run for Trish, in what was clearly the worst moments of her career.

And on the opposite end of the spectrum, Stacy couldn't feel any better if she tried!

With this view and this moment, Stacy knows that she has got her ****. No matter all the defeats, all the bra and panties match losses, all the humiliation she had suffered at her enemy's hands, from this moment on Trish Stratus would always be her bitch.

Stacy blew Trish a quick kiss goodbye before starting to walk up the ramp. The cameras cut to commercial break and crew could finally get involved and get Trish untied.