There was no way out.

Degraded and defeated Tish has no recourse to stop the advancing Torrie, who'd devilish smile lets Trish know just how much she has enjoyed her almost total domination and as Torrie stood over her Trish could think of only one thing left to do. Trish started to beg Torrie to let her run, to let her leave and try to retain some dignity. Torrie paused for a moment, considering Trish's pitiful begs as she stood over her but then Torrie cast her mind back to Trish's boasts of being better than her and her smile widened. Reaching over Trish Torrie picked up a bowl of punch and held it over her crumpled opponent, the red liquid sloshing as it wobbled in her hands. Trish looked up pathetically to see what Torrie was holding just in time to see Torrie Tip the bowl backwards and send a cascade of fruity cocktail crashing down onto her head.

The punch soaked Trish, slicking down her hair and soaking into her top, making her large bust glisten in the lighting. Her long tanned legs were also not spared the drenching and her panties were stained a darker shard as liquid dribbled down her body and onto her crotch. As Trish gasped and tried to wipe the water and hair from her face Torrie threw the bowl aside, reached down and grabbed the bottom of her top, then in one swift motion pulled it up and over Trish's head, exposing her purple bra, her breasts almost breaking free thanks to the **** with which the top was removed. In the area the entire crowd cheered as the bell was rung, even Trish's fans won over to Torrie's side by the sight of the gorgeous blond stripped to her sexy lingerie.

Trish sobbed on the floor and tried to cover her bra despite knowing that there was no way that she would be getting out of this without the images of her in this state breaking the internet. Torrie on the other hand giggled with glee as she balled up Trish's top and threw it across the room to land in a second bowl of punch. Trying to struggle to her feet Trish could only hope that now the match was officially over that she would be allowed to run for her dignity and to her surprise Torrie stood aside and let her pass. Giving her opponent one more pathetic Glance Trish turned her back and made to run for the door. This however was a mistake.

As soon as Trish's arse was pointed to her Torrie reached down and grabbed the back of her panties, Hauling them up her Canadian backside in a huge wedgie that exposed almost all of Trish’s cheeks and brought out a squeak of horror from Trish as she realised there was more to come. Fortunately for Trish the end wasn't far off as Torrie used the wedgie to march Trish across the room before propelling her face first into the cake. Trish's face and tits disappeared into layers of icing as she hit the spongy surface and then the whole mess slid forward off the table ending with the floor in front of a second door being covered in a mess of cake and Trish Stratus who lay there coughing up sponge and her cleavage full of icing. as a final humiliation Torrie reached down and picked up a handful of cake, taking a cheeky bite before pulling open the top of Trish's panties and showing the cake down there as well. Trish moaned at the sensation of cream filling her arse crack and as one last indignity, the icing on the humiliation cake, the door in front of Trish opened and half the locker room walked in, looked down and burst into laughter. Stripped, degraded and humiliated in front of both the WWE universe and a crowd of her peers Trish could only hope the layers of cake covering her body were enough to hide her tears.