The Match

Trish dropped her coat outside the ring and then climbed the stairs and entered the ring, ducking low under the bottom rope which showed off even more of her arse as she did. Wasting no time Trish got straight in Lita’s face mocking her and running her mouth as Lita did the same in return, two women with huge ego’s clashing face to face. That was until Trish gave Lita a push that **** the red head back a few steps. Lita wasn’t going to put up with that however, rushing forward again and pouncing on Trish, pinning her to the mat, flat on her back before Lita started raining punches down on her. The bell rang and the match was on as Trish tried to roll over to gain position but Lita was ready for this, continuing the roll and ending up back on top where she then proceeded to grab Trish by the hair and use this to bang her head up and down on the mat.

the referee was **** to step in and pull Lita off, admonishing her for grabbing Trish’s hair which then gave Trish time to roll from the ring, holding her head and trying to get a quick breath but Lita quickly slipped the referee and chased Trish out the ring, clobbering her around the back of the head with a forearm which knocked Trish down to her hands and knees. The crowd cheered as Trish tried to crawl away from Lita, the cameraman zooming into her arse as it jiggled with every shuffling movement she made on her knees. Lita laughed, looking very confident as she followed Trish who crawled around the corner of the ring to the announce table side of the ring. Compared to Lita’s smug looks Trish was glowering with anger as she used the table to pull herself back to her feet but Lita grabber her hair again and then thrust her head down to bash it off the table.

Trish staggered away from the announce table, holding her head and Lita tackled Trish in the mid section, pushing her back into the ring apron. Trish let out a cry of pain as her hands shot to her lower back but Lita didn’t care, she grabbed Trish by the hair again and pulled her forward until she could smash Trish’s head off the announce table again. The crowd let out an “ohhh” with the impact before Lita threw Trish under the bottom rope and back into the ring before climbing back in herself. As Lita got back into the ring the referee got in her face, telling her to keep it inside the ring and allowing Trish to crawl away from Lita and towards the corner. On her hands and knees again the cameramen again earned their pay, this time as they got a front facing shot of Trish and a right down her top which was struggling to keep in her huge breasts which glistened with sweat.

Trish used the turnbuckle to pull herself to her feet again but slumped back into it, using the corner to lean as she caught her breath which was coming hard as could be seen by the heaving of her sweaty tits. Wanting to continue her attack however Lita charged at Trish, looking to crush her into the corner. The blond however was not as done as the redhead had thought as Trish lashed out with a big kick, her boot slamming into Lita’s gut. The impact sent jiggles through Trish’s thighs and backside but Lita was doubled over by the kick as the breath was driven from her. Trish took her opportunity and grabbed Lita by the hair, pulling her head back up so she could slap her hard across the face. Lita staggered and Trish followed up with another shot to Lita’s head and then another which pushed Lita back to the middle of the ring. Winding up for another blow to Lita Trish swung her fist forward but Lita managed to get an arm up to block the shot. This didn’t give her any time however as Trish lashed out with another kick into Lita’s gut before grabbing her head and slamming her to the mat with a DDT.

The crowd were glued to the action as it was not Lita’s time to crawl, trying to drag herself away from Trish and towards the edge of the ring but Trish was quickly back to her feet and with a sneer she kicked Lita hard in the gut. Lita let out a gasp of pain and rolled over onto her back, grabbing her stomach here Trish had stuck a boot in. Seeing an opportunity Trish grabbed Lita;s belt on her cargo trousers and scrabbled to try to unfasten it. Lita quickly tried to stop her and the two struggled for a second with the buckle on Lita’s belt, that was until Trish stomped twice onto Lita’s stomach again. Lita let out a gasp of pain grabbed for her midsection again which allowed Trish time to grab her belt again and rip it away from her, Lita rolled over again to try to escape but exposed herself to Trish who folded the belt over and struck Lita across the back with it.

Lita screamed as Trish whipped her, trying again to try to crawl away but Trish whipped her again and again. Lita got to her knees and tried to scoot away across the mat but Trish grabbed Lita’s t-shirt from behind and started to pull it up and off of the **** queen’s body. Lita tried to stop the rapid removal of her top but from her position she had no chance and in a few hard tugs Trish managed to pull her top away. The crowd cheered as Trish stood in the middle of the ring, holding Lita’s shirt aloft and cheered even harder as the cameras panned down to Lita who was still on her knees, her huge tits on display in a small gold bra from which they were almost popping out of. The look of shock on Lita’s face let everyone know that she had not been planning on showing that much skin and the very real possibility that she might lose the match seemed to dawn on her. Getting to her feet Lita wrapped her arms around her chest to try to cover her tits while Trish stood across the ring from her laughing and pointing at her embarrassed opponent.

Lita looked like she would like she was about to run from the ring but there was still a match on and she was not done yet, on top of this her hated opponent’s mocking infuriated her an Lita threw caution to the wind, charging across the ring and ignoring the bouncing of her boobs to deliver a spear to Trish’s, knocking her flat. Getting back to her feet Lita stomped down on Trish five, six, seven times and all the blond could do was try to over up to protect herself. Each stomp however bounced Lita’s tits around and she quickly had to stop to check herself to make sure she had not popped free from her bra, realising another disadvantage that she was now fighting with. As she tried to adjust Trish staggered to her feet but Lita didn’t want to let her have a second to recover, grabbing her and flipping her up and over with a snap suplex. Trish crashed onto the mat with a thud, the impact rippling through her thick arse and being caught perfectly on camera as Trish let out a cry of pain. Lita rolled back to her feet but again had to cup herself to make sure her boobs had not escaped from her bra.

Realising how bad it could be having to keep checking herself Lita went to even the score. Standing over her opponent’s Lita stepped onto her long blond hair and bent over, ignoring the cheer of the crowd as the cameramen positioned himself to look right down her cleavage, and grabbed Trish’s top. When she stood back up she pulled the top up with her which in turn pulled Trish up off the mat or it would have had she not been pinned down by her hair. Trish screamed as she was pulled against her hair and kicked her legs to try to wriggle free but all that managed to do was bounce her thick backside around as she flailed uselessly. The referee stepped in to try to stop Lita who dropped Trish back tot he mat for long enough to push the ref away before once again grabbing Trish’s shirt and pulling her up again. Trish’s attempt to free herself from Lita’s grasp were futile and all she could do was try to prise the red head’s fingers free from her shirt but eventually it was her own top that gave it as it was finally torn from her body with a loud ripping sound.

The crowd went wild as Lita staggered backwards, holding the two halves of Trish’s ripped shirt as the blond now rolled away, free from underneath Lita and free to try to cover her lace purple bra. The cameras again knew their jobs and swarmed around Trish who had made it to the corner and was now sat with her hands clamped around her enormous tits, glistening with sweat and very exposed in the fancy lingerie she had chosen to wear. Trish was ignoring them however, instead glaring at Lita with so much hatred that she was literally baring her teeth at her. Lita however was across the ring with her back to Trish, twirling the two halves of her opponent’s shirt in one hand while still covering her bra with her other hand, her trousers hanging from her hips and the top of a golden thong to match her bra on display. The red head was so preoccupied with her success that she didn’t even realise that Trish had gotten to her feet and stormed across the ring, her boobs bouncing as she from one corner to the other.

The first Lita knew she was being attacked again was when she turned around and Trish chopped her hard across the tits. The slapping sound was so loud the crowd winced and Lita screamed as she dropped Trish’s ruined top and grabbed to try to cover her exposed flesh. Trish was not having this however and wrestled Lita’s hands away only to strike her across the tits again to another loud smack. Lita let out another cry as the crowd chanted WOO at the sound of the chop which was followed by another loud smack across Lita’s chest. Lita had been backed into the corner by this point and was **** for a way to escape the onslaught of chops, panic in her eyes she did the first thing she could think of and ducked down and crawled under Trish’s legs. Just as she did so Trish threw another chop, finding the air where her target had been empty before her hand collided with the turnbuckle.

Trish let out a cry of pain and grabbed her hand, turning to see where Lita had gotten to and walking into a kick to her gut. Doubling over Trish inadvertently made herself **** and Lita grabbed her head, planting her to the mat with a DDT. Trish hit the mat, flattening her tits beneath her as she lay face down and her heavy breathing being her only movement and Lita realised she had a golden opportunity. Grabbing Trish by the arms she rolled her over and dragged her body into the perfect position by the turnbuckle, looking for her signature moonsault. Turning her back the her fallen opponent Lita climbed the corner but slowly, using one hand to help pull herself up but still covering her exposed golden underwear with the other hand and when she got to the top she stood there for a moment, pausing to make extra sure that she was covered and tucked securely into her bra. As the crowd around her cheered loudly Lita smiled around to them all, knowing that the match was about to end.

And that was when Trish struck. Unbeknown to Lita the blond bombshell had managed to get back to her feet and while the Queen of **** was distracted with her bra and had taken the opportunity to lunge for the ropes. Trish grabbed the top rope and pulled hard, the movement shaking Lita loose and turning her smile to a look of shock as she crumpled back into the ring, landing on her head with a thud. Unlike Lita Trish took no time to try to cover herself, not worrying at this point about exposure and grabbed Lita by the hair, her to her feet again and then grabbing her head under her arm with a wicked smirk of her face.

With her head trapped in Trish’s grip a stunned Lita could only struggle, **** to try to escape her enemies grasp. Trish had hit the queen of **** with the bulldog before and it had managed to get a pin fall, if she hit it now then the result would be much worse. Despite everything Lita still worried that as she was bent over her tits were just hanging off of her, barely contained in her golden bra and that realisation and added humiliation added to Lita’s woes, distracting her from trying to find a chance to escape. Trish started running pulling Lita along with her despite her attempts to pull away and Lita looked for one last **** chance to escape.