She loses some clothing, but makes Toni pay

Despite what the crowd, and the champion, would like, it seems to be that the biggest obstacle Toni may face is the style of Io’s gear. If she was wearing the same wrestling gear from before she betrayed Candice LeRae, or even gear like Toni’s, she probably would be in her bra and panties already. Instead, the style of Io’s singlet, and Toni’s lack of scissors, save the champion a bit.

“You wanna call me a cheater? I’m pretty sure you glued this to your body!” Toni screams in frustration, however she was making progress, managing to get it down beneath her shoulders. And that’s when Io starts to struggle and fight back, elbowing and flailing back at Toni, like her reign and pride depended on it, which they did.

“Stay still!” Toni shouts, clubbing a forearm across Io’s back, which stills her for a couple seconds. And that’s all Toni needs to yank down and expose Io’s red bra, the crowd popping in spite of themselves as Io finally kicks Toni away, and then crawls away, hands over her chest.

“Talk about Deja Vu.” The blonde taunts, a big, smug grin on her face as she manages to pick herself up, while Io looks mortified as she tries to adjust her gear. And, while the singlet style made it much harder for Toni to strip her, it also made it much harder for her herself to actually try and fix it if she did get stripped.

“Aww, what’s the matter Io? Ashamed that nobody really wants to see what you call curves?” Storm mocks, stepping forward and bending down to grab her by the hair, trying to **** her to sit up. Io responds however the only way she can, firing her head forward into Toni’s for a vicious headbutt. That move was normally in her opponent’s playbook, but Io was **** to avoid losing more of her singlet.

“You. Bitch.” Io growls after a few seconds, looking enraged after being stripped again, slowly getting up to her feet, dazed and in pain, but her anger was overtaking her, fueling her full of adrenaline. And, as her opponent got back up, Io charged forward and tackled her, just seeing red and blindly raining down shots towards her, whatever she could hit.

“You will regret…AH!” Io was in a bloodlust, which unfortunately left her open to a cheap trick from Storm, a quick eye poke, sending her falling off of her, while Toni crawls underneath the ropes to recover, looking out of breath from the attack, but proud of her tactics.

“Still as stupid as ever, Io.” Toni mocks, catching her breath, and rubbing her face from the attack. However, while Io is temporarily blinded in one eye, she can still see clearly out of her other, and can see Toni trying to escape the ring, diving forward and grabbing her by the tights, causing the Aussie to gasp in shock.

“I already showed you it, you’re gonna kiss it later, stop being so obsessed with my ass!” Toni whines, while Io growls, trying to pull, either to pull them off, or pull Toni back in, but her squirming makes those two outcomes difficult. However, as Io looks around, she spots something, the same belt she had ripped off Storm earlier, grinning as she keeps a hold of Toni’s pants with one hand, and grabs it with the other.

“I can’t help it, I just want to do this,” Io says, grinning evilly as she brings the leather belt down like a whip across her thicc cheeks, causing the blonde to squeal in shock and pain while her ass wobbles, the crowd popping and laughing loudly.

“Stop it!” Toni cries, before Io brings it down four more times, each one causing a cry of pain to escape from the Aussie’s mouth, each one being music to the champion’s ears. After five, Io drops the belt, but grabs Toni’s tights with both hands again, and pulls. And, to the crowd’s delight, there is a lot less struggle this time, as Io manages to pull them down, while Toni weakly squirms, only assisting her, finally escaping the ring…and her tights.

“EEK!” Toni shrieks on the floor, almost being tuned out by the sheer volume of cheers, because not only had the arrogant Aussie just been stripped partially, she had been stripped down to a black thong that covered virtually nothing, her largest ASSett practically on full display.