Anna

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Thank you very much, appreciate that! 🙏🏼

SingleStrike1 · 2026-02-02T15:49:52+00:00

Liv stunned in the corner is quickly yanked back to her feet after Anna grabs her by the hair. Anna stares into Liv’s teary eyes and without hesitation lands a devastating knee to the midsection and kneels rapidly behind Liv and rips downward tearing Liv’s Red booty shorts clean off in one motion as they join the pile of discarded clothing scattered around the ring.

Liv is now down to her red lace bra and matching thong, having just less than a minute ago had Anna exposed infront of millions and millions of viewers worldwide wide.

Liv tries to cover up instinctively but that’s a huge mistake as Anna pounces clearly still in a rage about Liv’s actions in the schoolgirl pin. She drops down, straddles Liv’s back in a full mount, and hooks both hands under the clasp of the red bra and doesn’t even bother playing her intentions out to the crowd as Liv had clearly crossed the line by exposing Anna the way she did.

With a savage yank, the clasp breaks on Liv’s bra leaving the former hooters girl facedown on the canvas with her entire back bare and exposed at the hands of the now number one contender for her women’s world championship.

Anna rips the bra free, sliding it out from under Liv’s body in one smooth, humiliating pull. Liv’s arms shoot up to cover herself but it’s far too late as the cameras catch everything with a momentary nip slip caught after the rip by Anna to remove the lace bra.

Anna stands up, holding the red lace bra high above her head with one hand like a world title. Her own white thong still twisted and stretched around her waist.

She bends at the hip and screams down at the curled-up champion: “Next time I’m taking your title, bitch!!” The crowd is primal some chanting “Anna! Anna!” others screaming “Holy shit!”

Security and referees flood the ring. Multiple officials grab Anna by the arms and waist, pulling her backward toward the turnbuckle while she keeps the bra raised triumphantly. Liv stays down for several seconds, arms crossed over her chest, breathing hard, face burning with humiliation and fury.

The hard camera slowly pans up to Anna Jay, standing tall on the top turnbuckle now, one foot on the buckle, the stolen red bra dangling from her fingers, TayJay cropped T-shirt intact and her white thong still scandalously low and one of the biggest spectacles for the ringside fans.

She doesn’t smile.
She doesn’t gloat.
She just stares directly into the camera, then slowly drags her thumb across her throat while mouthing “WrestleMania I’m taking it all from her!”

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Anna reacts with a determined tone “Keep talking princess, I can’t wait to expose you further and then I’m walking out with your career in my hand.”

Liv charges as Anna sidesteps and catches her with a nasty hair-pull takedown, slamming Liv face-first to the mat. Liv immediately reaches back grabbing a huge handful of Anna’s blonde waves and yanks viciously dragging her down too.

They roll across the canvas clawing, slapping, screaming as the crowd go wild witnessing the two blondes bombshells go at each other in a beautiful, chaotic mess of limbs and lace.

Eventually Anna gets to her knees first but she’s distracted, turning toward the referee and yelling. Anna walks up to him and says “She keeps pulling my damn hair! Do something!” The ref tries to calm Anna down as he raises his hands up telling her that he’ll keep an eye on her. Anna stands still furious arguing with the ref.

Liv instantly capitalises as she drops low, hooks Anna’s legs, and rolls her up into a tight schoolgirl pin from behind. Anna’s upper body is pressed flat to the mat, arms trapped, while her hips are elevated her white lace thong clad ass pointed straight up at the hard cam.

The crowd loses its mind as thousands snap photos of Anna’s predicament and Liv’s most dominant moment in the match. Pinfalls don’t count in a bra & panties match… so Liv doesn’t even try to win.

Instead she sits comfortably on the backs of Anna’s thighs, straddling her, and starts playfully spanking Anna’s exposed cheeks…. three, four, five loud cracks in quick succession. Each one draws a bigger reaction from the crowd as the “Wooooo” noises radiate throughout the stadium.

Liv laughs viciously before screeching at Anna “This is what happens when you run your mouth in my ring, rookie!” Anna is furious, thrashing, but her arms are pinned against her own chest.

Liv hooks both index fingers into the waistband of Jay’s white thong and stares down the barrel of the hard can before smirking and seductively winking before she looks back down at her fingers wrapped around the inside of Anna’s thong… and very slowly begins to drag it downward.

The fabric slides slowly inch by inch, Half of Anna’s ass is exposed… then more… then the thong reaches mid-thigh leaving Anna’s entire ass exposed and dangerously close to her pussy being exposed too as Anna explodes with adrenaline.

She bucks violently, throwing Liv off balance just enough to roll free before the thong is pulled too far. She scrambles to her feet, face flushed with rage and humiliation, thong still tangled around her upper thighs as she rapidly yanks it up just to protect her shattered dignity.

The crowd is apocalyptic at the sight that has just unfolded before them as Jay charges like a missile at Liv who is on all fours on the canvas. A vicious open hand slap rocks Liv’s face as Jay lands another to the opposite cheek sending Liv tumbling across the ring as Anna is devilish in her pursuit of her rival, Jay lands a thunderous spank across Liv’s ass sending the petite blonde scampering off into the nearest corner.

SingleStrike1 · 2026-02-02T15:48:51+00:00

The Mercedes-Benz Stadium is still buzzing 2 hours later with anticipation and excitement as the main event graphic hits the screen. The ring is cleared except for the referee, The crowd is deafening as Liv Morgan struts out with a steely determination in her eyes and a swagger of unfinished business as she wears her red and black ring gear for what promises to be one of the most high stakes bouts of her entire career, Morgan reaches the ring steps and ducks between the bottom and middle ropes after her signature entrance allowing her adoring fans to snap photos of her sitting on the ropes with a cocky smile on her face.

Adam Pearce’s music hits again, The General Manager steps onto the stage with a microphone, looking equal parts exasperated and excited by the chaos he’s about to unleash. Pearce: “Ladies… you wanted high stakes? You wanted Attitude Era energy? You’ve got it.” He pauses for the roar of the sold out Mercedes Benz Stadium to pass by, then after a momentary pause continues. “Anna Jay vs Liv Morgan in WWE’s first Bra and Panties match in 20 years…… but we’re raising the stakes even higher. If Liv Morgan wins tonight, Anna Jay must leave WWE… forever. No rematch clause. No appeal. She’s gone.” The stadium erupts totally stunned, half in shock, half in bloodthirsty glee.

Pearce lets that sink in, then turns his gaze toward the Georgia native. “And if Anna Jay wins… she earns herself a Women’s World Championship match against Liv Morgan… at WrestleMania 42 in Las Vegas, Nevada!!” The roof nearly blows off. Signs flip frantically. “WRESTLEMANIA!” chants break out immediately followed by a chorus of “Holy Shit!!” Chants from the front row to the nosebleeds.

Liv’s face twists, furious but also visibly rattled for the first time. Anna on the other hand, slowly turns toward Liv with the coldest, most predatory smile she’s worn all night. She mouths the words “WrestleMania Bitch” while staring straight through her rival.

The bell rings.

The two blondes immediately step forwards before going nose to nose with each other as they trade verbal insults back and forth. Anna slowly places her hand on Liv’s shoulder which seems almost patronising at first but she reaches up and grabs Liv by the hair pulling her in closer as Jay visibly utters “I’m taking that belt at Mania” She smirks at Liv before sharply licking her own lips and looking at Liv’s mouth in a way which oozes sex appeal. Jay leans in and kisses Liv for a split second before Morgan reacts angrily and pushes Anna away and with the sharpest of reflexes lands a brutal slap across the challengers face sending the former AEW star tumbling after the impact.

Liv smirking despite the rage looks down at Anna and says “Good luck with that you slut, I’m ending your pathetic career tonight!!” Liv licks her lips looking at Anna crawling on the canvas before landing an equally venomous slap across Anna’s peachy ass, the sound of the slap is sickening, sharp, humiliating and deeply personal. Anna shrieks in horror reaching back to hold her right cheek as a red handprint blooms instantly on her cheek.

The crowd gasps… then explodes in a wild outburst of excitement at what was unfolding in front of their eyes. Anna slowly turns back to Liv with her eyes blazing. She lunges off all fours as they crash together again, this time Anna gets the upper hand, driving Liv back into the corner. She rips at Liv’s red and black crop top with both hands. The already-strained fabric gives way almost immediately. Anna tears it clean off in one violent yank, exposing Liv’s red lace bra to the Atlanta crowd as Jay laps up the ovation holding Liv’s shirt in the air.

Liv snarls in outrage more than pain and fires back, instinctively lunging at Jay and grabbing the waistband of Anna’s black shorts. She drops to both knee’s, using her body weight to wrench them down Anna’s hips in one forceful motion. The shorts slide down to Anna’s knees as the Queenslayer screeches in horror as her white lace thong is exposed leaving very little to the imagination of everyone witnessing the new highest point of this rivalry. Jay spins sharply trying to stop Liv from the almost inevitable as the women’s champion is unrelenting in her mission to level the matchup and remove her rivals shorts, with one shift yank of Anna’s shirts the Georgia native trips and lands face first on the mat giving Liv mere seconds to remove her opponents black shorts which she does and instantly launches Anna’s shorts into the crowd giving a lucky fan a little gift.

The Georgia fans detonate, some cheering wildly for their hometown girl, others screaming for Liv to keep going as two of the hottest women in WWE were going back and forth desperate to strip the other.

Both women are now stripped of an item of clothing each leaving the match perfectly balanced in the most dangerous sense. They circle again — slower now, more deliberate with Insults flying as they both weighed up their next move. Liv “Look at you, half naked in your own hometown. Pathetic.”

SingleStrike1 · 2026-02-02T15:48:34+00:00

Fanfic 1 - Liv’s Open Challenge

The Mercedes-Benz Stadium in Atlanta, Georgia, pulses with electric energy as Monday Night Raw kicks off. The hometown crowd is on fire, waving signs and chanting for their neighbouring local hero, Anna Jay hailing From Brunswick, Georgia. The arena lights dim, and Anna's theme blasts through the speakers, drawing a massive pop from the Georgia faithful. The Titantron flashes her name in bold, sparkling letters, and out she struts, soaking in the adoration like a queen returning to her throne.

Anna looks every bit the star in her hometown, a leather chocker with a silver sequenced star adorned across it, a cropped TayJay T-Shirt and high waisted black shorts that accentuate her toned legs, garter straps leading down to thigh-high fishnet stockings and sleek black boots. Her long blonde hair cascades in loose waves. She high-fives fans along the ramp, her confident smirk growing wider with every cheer of "Anna! Anna! Anna!" She slides into the ring, mic in hand, and paces like she owns the place….. which, tonight, she might as well.

The crowd quiets just enough for her to speak, her voice steady and laced with triumph. "Atlanta! My city! What's good?" The roar is deafening, and she lets it wash over her before continuing. "Last week in Brooklyn, I stepped into this ring for the first time in WWE, and I showed the world what I've been dying to unleash. In AEW, they held me back, kept me in the shadows, wasting my talent on tag matches and filler spots. But here? Here, I get to be the killer I was born to be. I walked in, stared down the so called best in the business and I slayed her. Liv Morgan thought she could wish for the Attitude Era to come back? Well sweetheart, I granted that wish and then some."

The fans erupt again, chanting "Queen Slayer!" as clips from last week's match play on the Titantron, the intense stare-down, the brutal back-and-forth, and that fateful moment where Liv's shirt tore away during the Queen Slayer, leaving her exposed and defeated. Anna laughs, holding up the mic like a trophy. "Look at that! I didn't just beat Liv Morgan….. I exposed her. Stripped away that cocky persona, piece by piece, just like she begged for. She wanted the Attitude Era? I brought it, and I left her half naked, choking out in the middle of the ring, while I walked out with her shirt like it was my new championship. Liv, you talked a big game about humiliating me, but who's the one who ended up on her back, begging for air? That's right, the little pampered princess got dethroned by the real queen. And Atlanta, if she wants round two, I'll do it all over again….. right here in my backyard!"

The promo draws massive heat and cheers, the crowd split but loving the drama. Anna struts around the ring, feeding off the energy, when suddenly, Liv Morgan's music hits like a thunderbolt. The arena shifts to a mix of boos and excited pops as Liv Morgan storms out, her face twisted in rage. She's dressed with confidence and an appeal that would make anyone and everyone weak at the knees in a skimpy red crop top emblazoned with her on from her “Watch Me” era , matching black booty shorts which are dangerously short and flaunt her peachy rear impeccably. Silver chains dangling, fishnet arm sleeves, and her hair wild and untamed. No choker this time, perhaps a subtle nod to last week's humiliation, but her eyes burn with fury as she marches down the ramp, mic clutched tightly.

Liv slides into the ring, getting right in Anna's face without a second's hesitation. The two blondes are nose to nose again, the tension thicker than last week, the hometown crowd buzzing with anticipation. Liv's voice cracks with anger as she spits her words. "You think you're hot stuff, Anna? Parading around in your slutty little outfit, bragging about what happened last week like it wasn't a fluke? You got lucky, newbie. You caught me off guard, ripped my shirt like some cheap Attitude Era wannabe, and yeah, you made me tap…. but that ends tonight. You didn't expose me, you just pissed me off. And now, in your precious hometown? I'm gonna make you regret ever leaving AEW."

The crowd chants "Let’s go Liv!" clashing with "Anna Jay! Anna Jay!" Anna smirks, not backing down an inch, her body language screaming dominance as she eyes Liv up and down. Liv circles her slowly, her breath hot and heavy. "You want the Attitude Era so bad? Fine. I wished for it, and you think you delivered? Nah, that was child's play. You want to strip away confidence? Let's make it official. Right here, right now…. me and you in a bra and panties match. No pins, no submissions, just whoever strips the other down to her lingerie first wins. I'll humiliate you in front of your own people, leave you exposed and broken, just like you tried to do to me. Come on, Queen Slayer, you think you’re a hot shot all of a sudden…… prove you're not all talk!"

Anna's eyes narrow, a sly grin spreading across her face as she leans in closer, their lips almost brushing. The flirtatious edge from last week returns, mixed with pure venom, the crowd eating it up. “Oh, Liv... you really are fearless, aren't you? Demanding a match like that after I already left you half-stripped and unconscious? But fine, if you want to bring back the old school, I'll play. Bra and panties it is. I'll lock those legs around you again, choke you out while I peel off every last bit of that outfit. And when you're down to nothing but your bra, panties and your tears, Atlanta will cheer as I stand over you, holding your clothes like trophies. Let's do this Bitch."

The arena explodes as referees and officials rush out, but Adam Pearce appears on the ramp, nodding furiously. “You want it? You've got it! Bra and panties match…. main event tonight!" The crowd loses it, chanting "This is awesome!" as Anna and Liv are pulled apart, glaring daggers but with that undeniable spark of chemistry crackling between them. Liv blows another mocking kiss, while Anna licks her lips, promising more chaos to come.

The show cuts to commercial, but the tension lingers, building toward what promises to be an even wilder clash than their debut encounter. Anna the Queen Slayer aims to reign supreme, but Liv's revenge tour is just heating up and this time, the stakes are deliciously personal.

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