It's Liv Morgan's!

The words “Watch Me!” blazed across all three screens as The same words boomed from the arena speakers. The audience went ballistic, standing in their seats and cheering wildly as they all turned to the entrance ramp to see if the woman herself would come out.

“That’s Liv Morgan’s music Mark! We were told she wasn’t in the building!” shouted King over the noise of the crowd.

“It’s her music King, but it the woman herself here?” asked Mark

The question was soon answered as Liv Morgan skipped out onto the stage, hands clasped behind her back and smiling sweetly towards the ring. Her hair billowed around her as she moved, dressed in a pair of knee high black boots and a tiny pair of denim shorts underneath a black T-shirt with her own Watch Me logo on the front and all this underneath a patchwork denim jacket. The crowd were clearly a lot more excited to see Liv than Dolin was as the red head’s face had turned as red as her hair and she stepped out of the corner, finally giving Alexa a chance for some air. Alexa rolled out of the corner and gasped, taking in as much of a gulp of air ass she could before letting out a gag so loud it was almost audible over the cheering crowd.

Gigi reached down and grabbed the front of her wrestling shorts with one hand but she was too preoccupied with Liv’s slow advance to the ring to pull them up, instead she stood at the ring ropes next to the ramp and screamed at her to get in the ring.

“You want some of this? You need a close up of my ass as well?! Get in here and you can eat it too you fucking bitch!”

Morgan ignored Gigi’s bait, instead stopping at the bottom of the ramp and holding up a hand to her ear, listening to the relentless chants of “CELLULITE!”

“Shut up shut up shut up!” screamed Gigi repeatedly, looking around at the crowd and stamping her feet and clearly not realising how stupid she looked stood trying to act intimidating with her shorts still halfway down her arse and her backside on full display. “This is all you’re fucking fault you bitch!” Gigi continued to scream, pointing at Liv as she would have been talking to anyone else.

Another thing that Dolin stupidly hadn’t noticed was what Alexa Bliss was doing. Having crawled from the corner on hands and knees and looking like she was about to be sick, Bliss had made her way to the middle of the ring and grabbed the handle of the paddle, looking up from the mat with a greenish hue to her face and untempered fury in her eyes as she looked her glare on Gigi’s exposed ass.

Before Dolin even knew what was happening Alexa had bounded to her feet and rushed up behind her, grabbing Gigi around the waist before rolling backwards and pulling Gigi with her. Gigi cried out, a mix of shock and anger but Bliss kept rolling, resulting in what, in a normal match would have been a pin with Gigi on her back, shoulders dopwn and her body arched back over herself until her knees were around her ears and her arse pointed up in the air. Alexa sat atop Gigi’s legs, keeping her trapped in this position as the blonde held the paddle up high. Gigi’s backside was completely exposed now, the thong was still pulled so tight between her arse cheeks from the earlier wedgie that the scrap of material looked like it was about to snap. Cameraman 3 jumped up onto the apron and even climbed the second turnbuckle to get a birds-eye view of Gigi’s exposed backside and this show was replayed across all three screens at the top of the ramp.

“Nononono!” cried Dolin, trying her best to kick Little Miss Bliss off of her but at this point it was hopeless.

Alexa brought the paddle down with a firm smack across Gigi’s backside. The resulting *thwack* echoed around the arena as the leather bent around her backside and then snapped back to place, the metal studs instantly leaving tiny pink welts on Gigi’s pale buttocks. Gigi let out a squeal like a pig trapped in a cage, a humiliating cry of pain and terror which was quickly followed by another as Alexa brought the paddle down again. Even the sound of the bell couldn’t drown out Gigi’s squealing each time the paddle slapped across her arse and Liv Morgan was bent double laughing as she watched the humiliating punishment continue. Alexa as well showed no signs of letting up, still snarling as she spanked Gigi again and again, causing ripples to roll across Gigi’s fat arse even as her own tits bounced up and down as her arm rose and fell. Alexa had lost her top, she had almost lost her shorts and she had had her gorgeous face mashed by Dolin’s fat, dimple ridden arse. She was going to make Gigi pay.

5…10…15…20 times the paddle was brought down, all to a chorus of “Cellulite” from the crowd. The spanking went on so long that Gigi’s squeals became sobs as she balled her eyes out, completely unable to escape from Alexa’s fury.

“This is just humiliating King, How long will Alexa keep this up?” asked Madden though his voice lacked any concern.

“As long as she wants to Mark” replied Lawler “Gigi made this challenge, it was her idea and now she has to suffer the consequences. Personally I love it.”

“It’s got to hurt even worse for Gigi knowing that she’s had three matches in AHW and she has been humiliated in all three.” Remarked Madden as he watched the spanking continue.

Finally Alexa finished punishing Gigi, standing up from her pinning position but grabbing Dolin’s shorts in her free hand and ripping them off of Gigi’s legs as she went. Gigi’s legs crashed back to the mat, sans her shorts and her hands darted to her own backside, now bright, lobster red and she rolled from the ring, going under the bottom rope to land in a pile, adopting the fetal but with her hands across her backside and sobbing like a child at the feet of Liv Morgan who was also in tears, though hers were through laughing so hard. Back in the ring, Alexa dropped Dolin’s shorts to the mat, looking disgusted to have touched them before walking to the other side of the ring and calling for a mic.