Trish isn’t finished

Trish admires her handiness, namely her reddening handprints forming on the visible flesh of Stacy’s pink-turning ass. The coupling of the 3 handprints bringing a widening smile to Stratus’s face as she hears the sulking & sniffling from her abused prisoner after the painful spanking her toned tush took just moments prior. Stacy lack of movement tied with her sobbing gave Trish all the satisfaction of knowing she had broken this talentless eye candy into submission.

After waiting for Stacy to quit crying like a little girl being yelled at by her parents, Trish began another slow & sexy walk showing off her big booty, as she approached the deflated diva on display in front of her. But, before making her way up to the presented prize know as Stacy’s backside, Trish slid out of the ring one more time. This time Trish had no intentions to go searching under the ring for anything, as the small bag still laid in the ring from before, but this time she instead walked up in front of Stacy.

Trish swept Stacy’s hair up uncovering the embarrassed woman, showing the whole world how her tears how smeared & ruined her makeup, her quivering lips that shook of fear of what Trish may do next. “Well Stacy, the whole WWE universe has once again been given the access to see you in your bra & panties.’ Trish begins, ‘A lace bra is nothing new for the audience to see covering up your mosquito bite breasts, but I think you need to be probably measured for yours, cause this bra seems a little too big for your breasts.” Trish points for the camera to focus in on Stacy’s loose fitting bra cups, allowing 3/4 of her small boobs to be seen.

“But, what is going on with the mismatching underwear? Your panties aren’t even lace to match your bra, not even the same shade of blue as your bra. I guess at least you weren’t wearing those lacy ‘granny panties’ from before, I mean talk about embarrassing, but then again I bet my teenage niece as a pair blue & white striped briefs like the ones you have on tonight.” Stacy continues staring into her captor’s eyes, taking the verbal **** on her choice of underwear, starting to blush on her cheeks after the niece comment.

Trish then leans in closer to Stacy’s face, coming just mere inches from her right ear, whispering just loud enough to Stacy that the microphone on the close by camera to pick up what she says. “I know you’re a better woman than to mismatch your undies Stace, especially knowing the world would see them, but you did remember the matching ones right?”

Trish takes a step back looking at Stacy, who now has a scared/deer in the headlights look to her face, giving Trish the answer to her question without even moving her mouth. Stacy’s blush turning white very quickly as if she had seen a ghost.

Trish meanwhile wasted no time, sliding back into the ring, and now standing behind the frozen Keibler. Trish turns her head to the left, turns it to the right, and back facing Stacy’s ass. Trish emphatically nods her head yes several times, drawing a arena filled cheer.

Trish’s arms stretch outward as far as they will go, approaching the bottom creases of Stacy’s blue & white striped panties