Torrie's confidence gets the better of her

Elated by her impending Victory Torrie takes her time to pose again before advancing on Trish, standing above her and mockingly asking 'Who's the better diva now Trish? who is it?' before delivering a slap to the humiliated Diva's face. In her cockiness Torrie misses the fire reigniting in Trish's eyes following the slap, driving her to overcome her overconfident opponent. Torrie raised her arms to taunt again, lowering her guard and in doing so throwing away her victory. Trish's hands shot up lightning face and grabbed the bottom of Torrie's short shorts, ripping them down and revealing Torrie's backside, covered in nothing but a tiny pink thong, to the waiting Cameramen.

Gasping in shock Torrie tried too late to make a grab at her shorts, Bending forward and allowing Trish to get a better grip, pulling the shorts down around Torrie's ankles before bouncing to her feet, paying no heed to her bouncing buttocks as she pushed Torrie forward into a bowl of punch, soaking Torrie's cleavage and forcing her over the table. as Torrie falls over the table and comes crashing to a halt on the other side Trish keeps a hold of her shorts and Torrie's legs simply slip lose as she falls. In the arena the bell rings and the fans are in shock at the speed of the turnaround.

Torrie flounders on the floor the look of surprise plastered across her face as she sees her semi naked body, unable to comprehend how the match could have gone so wrong so fast. she scrabbles to her feet and tries to make a break for it but Trish, still incensed at her own humiliation grabs the back of Torrie's bra and pulls her backwards onto the table, knocking more food askew. as Torrie falls the **** on her bra clasp forces it to pop. Desperately Torrie grabs the front of her bra before it can slip down and reveal any of her breasts to the eager cameramen but doing so leaves her defenceless as Trish lays her across the table and lays a series of clubbing blows across her chest.

Looking around as the helpless Torrie lays on the table Trish sees a bowl of soup, grabbing it she throws the contents across Torrie, covering her in the deep orange liquid. Torrie kicks and hollers as she is doused. her face and hair disappearing under the sea of soup and her cleavage getting its own helping and her flailing revealing that, between her thighs, her thong doesn't seem to provide much cover anywhere as one lucky camera man gets a quick few shots of her pussy becoming exposed. It doesn't stay that way though as Trish grabs a huge handful of cake and smashes it between Torrie's legs, mushing the cream into her frilly thong and Torrie lets out a squeal that slowly becomes a moan as the cream soaks through into her pussy. a second helping of cake later and Trish is almost done, just one more thing left to do. Grabbing Torrie's bra Trish rips the underwear away from Torrie, revealing her boobs to the world before leaving her opponent as a humiliated, weaping wreck lying across the table.