But Lita still has some fight in her!

As Tiffany bent low under the ropes Lita saw a chance. Biting down on the pain she lunged forward, throwing all of her weight up into the middle rope, snapping it upwards so that it hit Tiffany right between the legs. Tiffany let out a squeal as her eyes went wide and the strength in her legs evaporated and all the strength in her legs evaporated. Stratton dropped down onto the middle rope, crotching herself now on the ropes as she was hung across it, half in and half out the ring. Fighting through the pain in her arm Lita grabbed Tiffy by the neck and pulled her back into the ring, her outside foot catching on the ropes as she was hauled into what looked to be the position for a DDT. That was not Lita’s intention however as she twisted her body round before driving Tiffany’s head into the mat with a Twist of Fate! The crowd erupted, not only seeing their longtime favorite fighting their way back into the match but hitting her signature mover as well. Tiffy was laying on her back now, staring up at the lights with a glazed over an unfocused look, clearly having been taken off guard by Lita’s sudden offense with both hands down between her legs, trying to massage out the pain in her cunt.

Lita was still running on adrenalin however and was not about to stop her attack now. Standing over Tiffy she took a second or two to choose the next angle of attack but then reached down and grabbed the top of Tiffany’s trunks. Still dazed, Stratton didn’t put up any defense and Lita pulled hard on her trunks, not pulling them down yet but using them to haul Tiffy’s body around so that her legs were towards the middle of the ring, giving Lita more space when she did finally give a big tug on Stratton’s shorts. The crowd came alive as Lita started to slowly peel the shorts down Tiffy’s hips, staring a chant of “STRIP! STRIP! STRIP!” as Tiffy herself suddenly realised what was happening. Letting out a gasp of surprise Stratton looked around for something to help her, reaching out and grabbing hold of the bottom rope to try to pull herself away from Lita but all that did was pull herself more out of her own bottoms. It wasn’t long before the baby blue shorts she was wearing were down around her muscular thighs as she kicked her legs but could do nothing to stop the inevitable loss of her clothing which slipped away as her dignity did the same.

After about thirty seconds of struggling Lita had the shorts off of Tiffany’s legs, spinning them around her head like a lasso as Tiffy lay on the mat squealing and kicking her legs as she tried in vain to cover her crotch with both hands. Stratton was wearing nothing but a tiny blue thong now, darker than the baby blue shorts she had been wearing with a delicate pattern in a slightly lighter blue that was too small for the cam,eras to make out. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles as she rolled onto her stomach, trying to hide her toned and muscular ass from the thousands of eyes in the arena. Lita smirked, tossing the shorts to the side and grabbing Stratton by her blonde hair, wrenching her head back as she dragged her to her knees. Tiffany screamed, her hands instinctively flying up to try and pry Lita’s fingers from her hair, leaving her exposed thong completely open to the leering crowd.

The blue fabric was barely there, just a tiny scrap of fabric which had ridden up to give her an obvious camel toe and the sides were nothing more than thin strings that dug into the creases of her hips, accentuating every flex of her toned abs as she struggled. From behind, the thong was practically nonexistent, just a single strand of elastic which had been devoured by her tanned ass cheeks. Every time she squirmed, the crowd got another beautiful view of her cheeks wobbling back and forth despite how tight her backside was and the show got even better when Lita pulled Stratton to her feet only to kick her in the gut, doubling her over and grabbing her in a front face lock. It looked like Lita may have been looking for a DDT but rather than hitting the move a self-satisfied grin crossed her face and she proceeded to parade Tiffy around the ring. Tiffany screamed in anger and wrestled with Lita’s hands to try to free herself but Lita had her hold locked in tight and all that the blonde could do was be dragged around the ring, her backside open to photos and videos from the lusty crowd who couldn’t have asked for a better view of Tiffy’s arse, the tiny string of her thong covering absolutely nothing and the cameramen made sure to blow her backside up across all three of the screens at the top of the ramp so even those in the cheap seats could see her muscular buttocks straining as she tried to pull herself free.

But despite her humiliating position, or perhaps because of it Stratton was not willing to give up yet. As soon as the smug red head stopped and finally looked ready to deliver her DDT Tiffy give the best squat she could in her position and then reared up, lifting with all her strength and managing to lift Lita up off of her feet. The look of pure shock was evident on Lita’s face as she was lifted into the air with ease and then was tipped head over heels, as Tiffany fell backward and flipped Lita over and off of her so that they both crashed awkwardly to the mat. It wasn’t a pretty move but it was effective enough to free the blonde from her opponent and Tiffy rolled away from Lita and to the corner where she scrabbled to her knees and finally got a chance to try to cover herself up, her hands moving to her backside as she looked around at the three screens which were currently showing an action replay of her arse hitting the mat and the jiggle in her thighs as the impact rippled through them. As humiliating as it might have been to see herself so exposed and so **** Tiffy was quick to realise that she couldn’t put the toothpaste back in the tube and that trying to cover herself now was pointless and she dropped her hands and charged across the ring at Lita who was much slower in recovering.

In a blind fury Tiffany clobbered Lita with a clothesline, slamming the queen of **** to the mat before dropping down on her and delivering a series of clubbing blows down onto Lita. It wasn’t a pretty offense but it was effective as Lita tried desperately to cover herself up, her red hair flying everywhere as she protected her face, her legs kicking aimlessly as Stratton screamed and pounded down onto her. When she was done Tiffany pulled Lita to her knees and thrust her head between her legs. In that moment Lita realised a dream that most of the audience could only fantasize about as she found herself deep between Tiffany Straton’s bare thighs before Tiffy hoisted Lita up onto her shoulders, looking for a powerbomb. For a moment the fear could be seen painted across Lita’s face as she was held high in the air with the **** she was thrown into the air causing her boobs to jerk about in her bra, the straps straining to keep them supported but as Tiffany tried to deliver the high impact powerbomb Lita’s instincts kicked in. Lita threw herself backwards, clenching her legs around Stratton’s head and reversing the powerbomb into a hurricanrana! Tiffy was thrown forward and thrown off of her feet as she staggered forward and crashed into the ropes. Surprised by the sudden reversal Tiffy looked around for a second in confusion before she turned and tried to get back at Lita, hoping to press the advantage before she could recover but Lita was too quick, her instincts too sharp and Lita lashed out with a kick to Stratton’s gut again. Once again Tiffy was doubled over, her arse again protruding out for all the audience to see before Lita grabbed her front facelock again. This time there was no stopping, not parading around Tiffy or trying to humiliate her even more. Lita just dropped herself back and delivered a DDT to drive Tiffany’s head into the mat. For a second both women were down. The pain in Lita’s shoulder returning and causing her to cry out while Tiffy was just face down and unmoving.

The audience were roaring now, crying out for Lita either out of favoritism or just because they were **** to see Tiffy stripped but regardless, they were all behind the queen of ****. Biting down on her lip Lita struggled to her feet, grabbing Tiffany by the wrists and dragging her across the ring towards the corner, rolling her onto her back in the process. With Tiffy in position it was time for Lita to clamber to the top rope, still wincing and doing most the climbing with no arms as she tried to cover her exposed bra, tits swaying beneath her and being as delicate as she could be with injured shoulder. Back in the ring Stratton was already stirring and coming too and the crowd were on their feet, willing Lita to go faster, to hit her moonsault and to win the match!