The humiliation

Lita lay on her back on the mat, screaming with her hands clutching for her bra and thong as if she could somehow cover up. She thrashed her legs back and forth as she looked around wildly at the cheering crowd as the flashing bulbs of hundreds of cameras blinded her. Lita’s humiliation was complete as the crowd cheered and jeered at her and the realisation hit her that she had been stripped of not only her clothes and her dignity but also of her title. Rolling over onto her knees she looked up at her hated enemy, Trish Stratus, standing over her holding her title up above her head and sneering down at her. All Lita could do was sit on her heels and shake her head in disbelief as if denying it would stop it being true. All the while the crowd drooled over the sight of the not so **** queen sat on in just her golden bra and thong. Her thick arse was almost completely exposed as the tiny strip of fabric which made up the back of the thong covered absolutely nothing, leaving her thick arsecheeks to be plastered across the big screen. Her top half hardly fared any better as Lita fought to try to keep her huge tits covered by the golden bra basically holding her boobs in as she wallowed on the mat.

Trish was grinning from ear to ear, ecstatic at her humiliated opponent who was just sat uselessly before her. “You asked for this!” Trish laughed as she pointed at the mortified Lita who mouthed the word no but couldn’t bring herself to speak “You asked for this match!” Trish repeated and burst out laughing again as tears started in Lita’s eyes as she realised it was true, she had demanded this match and now she had been hoisted by her own petard. The realisation finally spurred Lita into action as she pushed herself to her feet and stood in the ring, trying to fight off tears as the crowd drank in the view of her athletic body, uncovered and on display. Finally deciding to try to leave Lita took steps towards the edge of the ring but Trish stuck out a foot and tripped the red head who fell forwards and splatted to the mat, pancaking her tits beneath her again and sending jiggles through her thick thighs and juicy arse.

Lita let out an embarrassed squeal and started to madly crawl for the side of the ring, her bare feet pushing her along the mat and her tits swinging beneath her as she crawled like a scolded dog away from the ring and under the bottom rope before trying to run for the ramp. The crowd had all completely turned against Lita now as she ran around the ring to the ramp side and made to make her escape but as she did so she saw the coat that Trish had worn to the ring on the floor. Looking for any way to cover herself up Lita ran back and grabbed it from the floor, bending over and somehow managing to reveal even more of her backside as she did so. Trish was not going to let her get off so easily however and slid from the ring herself, grabbing the coat and trying to pull it from Lita’s grasp.

A tug-of-war ensued with Trish laughing as she held firm on the coat and Lita, now in full tears struggled to pull it away from her, all dignity now gone as she begged Trish to let her have it and let her cover herself. Lita was at a disadvantage however as her bare feet slipped on the thick floor mats and Trish’s boots easily found grip on them. All the redhead could manage was to slide left and right, trying to free the coat but with every pull her tits swayed from side to side as well, wobbling back and forth as Lita made no progress to helping herself. Finally with a loud cry Lita gave up and dropped the coat, trying again to try to cover her tits as she turned and ran for the ramp. The last the crowd saw of Lita that night and for a long time after that was her backside retreating up to the back with her buttocks bouncing as she ran.