Stacy Keibler gets revenge against Randy Orton.

Stacy is relaxing in her bedroom, thinking over what has transpired in her life. Her and Randy Orton have been dating for a while, and she is happy with the way things have gone. She seems to have found a man who cares for her, and her feelings about him are mutual. Her plan to force Vince McMahon to set her up in a match with a man had gone well, so she soon would become a superstar. Now she has the chance to show the world she is a very good wrestler, and not just another pretty face. Everything is coming up roses.

Randy has a big match coming up with the Undertaker, and has asked her to accompany him to the ring. He wants to address the audience on his views of the up coming match, and stifle the rumors that he doesn't stand a chance of winning. She wants to support her man, so she has agreed to go with him. She really wants this relationship to work. She gets dressed and heads out the door to meet Randy.

They are walking down the ramp to the ring and the audience is cheering the two of them. They make a nice looking couple, and seem happy to be together. Randy holds the ropes for Stacy to enter the ring, and the audience cheers him for being a gentleman. They stand in the middle of the ring, waving to the fans and smiling. Then Randy turns to Stacy and starts kissing her and she responds by kissing him back. The audience goes wild. Randy takes the mike and begins to address the fans.

He starts by telling the audience how happy he has been lately with the way his life and career has gone. He winks at Stacy and smiles. Then he turns to the subject of his match with the Undertaker. He doesn't understand why they all think he has no chance of winning the match. His record speaks for itself, and he reminds them that his nickname is the Legend Killer. So since no one believes in him, he wants to send the Undertaker a message.

He repeats that phrase several times. I want to send him a message. Finally he says, and the message is this. He turns to Stacy and smiles, and proceeds to slam her to the mat with his finishing move, which is called RKO. It consists of turning his back to his opponent and reaching back with his arm, wrapping it around their neck. Then he drops to the mat on his back, taking his victim down with him. Their face is slammed into the mat, while their neck is drove into his arm.

Stacy is surprised and totally unprepared for this, and is knocked out when she lands. Randy gets up and stares down at her, while the crowd is booing and screaming at him. In his mind, the message was sent. If he would do that to someone he cares about, then the Undertaker is in deep trouble. He leaves Stacy face down on the mat, and climbs out of the ring. Another chorus of boos greet him as he leaves the arena. Stacy is looked after, and taken back stage to recover. Fire is in her lovely brown eyes.

When her senses are completely recovered, she storms into Vince McMahon's office. Vince looks up when his door is throw open, and offers his sympathy for what just happened to her. "I don't want your sympathy or your pity Vince, I want Randy Orton." "I don't have any control over how my wrestlers behave Stacy. What do you expect me to do to him?" "I don't expect you do do anything to him Vince. Leave that up to me. You promised to get me a match with a man, and that man is Randy Orton."

"Oh now wait a minute Stacy. I can't put you in against Orton. He would destroy you and our ratings would take a beating. I was going to match you with one of the lesser known smaller guys. That way if you win or lose, it wouldn't be so bad." Stacy smiled at him as she pushed back his chair a little and sat on his desk facing him. Raising her long, beautiful legs, she placed an ankle on each of his shoulders and pulled him slightly back toward her.

"Do you remember what these beautiful legs of mine did to your head and body you pitiful loser? How about all the holds I put you in that had you begging me to stop hurting you? Or the beating I gave you with my fists that had you crying like a baby? Now I want Randy Orton in that ring with me little man. Or I'll drag you out there right now and repeat your humiliation, in front of the millions of people that are watching." "IS THAT CLEAR YOU PATHETIC WIMP?" "Yes Stacy, it's clear." "Good boy."

She slid off of his desk and reached out with her left arm to curl her fingers in the front of his shirt. She leaned over slightly and jerked him up to look into his frightened eyes. His large body trembled with fear when he seen the no nonsense look on her pretty face. "Make it happen pansy ass, and don't be to long in doing it." "UNDERSTAND?" He shook his head yes, because he was to afraid to speak. It would have came out a whining whimper. "Good boy."

Turning him loose, she began pacing back and forth like a cat. "These are the terms I want Vince. Set it up as a grudge match. In fact, lets make it an "only one will leave," cage fight. I don't want that asshole to have anywhere to run while I'm breaking him down. Don't worry about him not accepting, because I'm going to shame him into it. I'm going out to the ring when were through here, and challenge him. All those people out there, plus the TV audience, will be screaming for him to agree."

"Millions of people were watching when he pulled that sneak attack on me, and they'll eat it up. So you don't have to worry about your ratings slipping because of it being a mixed match. They'll be to curious not to watch, so you won't lose money or your audience. Now get busy on the paper work and make it happen boy." "Alright Stacy, I'll go along with this. But I have one stipulation. I want a Referee in that cage, to stop it if things get out of hand. I won't change my mind on that, even if you beat me half to death." "Fair enough Vince, I'll give you that."

Stacy went to the ring like she said she would, and the fans went crazy. They were all chanting for Randy Orton to accept the challenge by the time she left. She told them she would go to the TV stations and all of the news papers in town to issue the challenge to him world wide. If he didn't accept, then he was a coward and a wimp. She was sure he had no way of getting out of it now. Smiling to herself, she thought of what she was going to do to him.

Randy was outraged. She couldn't be serious. Didn't she know he would annihilate her in the ring. Her 5 foot, 11 inch, 125 pound female body, wouldn't have a prayer against his 6 foot, 4 inch, 245 pound muscular frame. He would kill her. He called her, trying to talk some sense into her head, but she only laughed and called him a coward if he didn't agree. All the media were behind her 100%. He realised he didn't have a choice. He had to accept her challenge.

Stacy was elated. Things had worked out perfectly. Randy had accepted, and was putting more pressure on Vince McMahon to make it happen quickly. She started making her plans for the match, with a large smile on her beautiful face. Randy Orton was going to be a pile of blubbering flesh when she was through with him in that cage. Since he liked being called the Legend Killer, then she was going to be the Legend Killer Tamer. Her lovely 42 inch legs were tingling, as she thought of them being wrapped around his head.

The paper work was finished, and the match was set for next Saturday night. Tickets to the event had sold out within three hours of the announcement. Vince McMahon was even pleased. He had worried that everyone would think it was a farce, and not attend or tune in on their televisions. Stacy may have forced him into doing this, but it was turning out to be a very profitable event. Which was his bottom line. That's what made him happy, Ratings and money.

Stacy had a special suit made to wear to the match. It was a black, one piece patent leather suit. The sides, and most of the front and back were removed, so it would show off her tanned, sexy body. It was basically a bra that barely covered her breasts, and a thong that showed off her fine looking ass. A small strip of patent leather running down the middle of the front and back, was all that held it together. A chain link belt and high heeled shoes with ankle straps, completed the outfit. She never looked better, or more sexy.

Saturday night arrived, and Stacy was ready and anxious to get in the cage. Her temper was still flaring from being surprised by his sneak attack. Tonight, he was going to pay for that, with pain and humiliation. She was going to make sure. Randy Orton was about to be turned into a whimpering little boy, who would be crying for his momma and begging for mercy. Stacy wasn't going to show him any.

The announcer called her name, and Stacy started down the ramp in her special suit. The crowd was whistling and cheering for her as she waved to them. The men were all thinking she had a beautiful body, and it was a shame that it would be destroyed before the night was over. The women were cheering her bravery, and wishing her well. Everyone had seen what Randy had done to her and sympathized. But none gave her a chance in hell of being victorious.

Randy's name was called and he came striding down the ramp confidently. He was greeted by a loud chorus of boos, although some of the women were cheering him and his magnificent strong body. He smiled and waved at the crowd and entered the cage. He asked Stacy to come to her senses and call the whole thing off. She smiled as she refused, while taunting him with names like coward and chicken shit. He shook his head and went to his corner to wait for the bell.

Stacy removed her high heeled shoes and placed them on the floor in her corner. She faced Randy and slightly spread her long legs, planting her bare feet firmly on the mat. Her fingers were perched on her shapely hips, as she stared across the cage at the man she was about to break. As the bell sounded, the Referee waved the two combatants together. They each walked confidently to the center of the ring. The crowd became very quiet, taking one more look at a healthy female body that would soon be mangled.

Randy went to lock arms, but Stacy was way to quick for him. Grasping his right arm with her left, her right arm reached under his left and grabbed his left shoulder. Turning her shapely hip into him, he was flipped to the floor hard.."WHAM!".. She stood back smiling as he got to his feet, rubbing his back. Seeing that grin on her face, and pissed off that she had flipped him, he charged her like a bull elephant. Stacy was ready and willing to meet him head on.

Thinking she would back up or maybe try to run, Randy wasn't prepared for her when she ran at him a few seconds before he reached her. Darting to her left while throwing out her right arm, she close lined his very surprised body and he again slammed into the mat on his back.."WHAM!"..Completely dazed, he offered little resistance when she grabbed his arm and turned him to his stomach.

Taking his large muscular arms and placing them on his back in a double hammerlock, Stacy lie down on him facing his feet and pinning them there. Reaching behind her, she clutched a hand full of his hair and slightly raised his head. Wrapping her beautiful strong legs around his neck in a reverse scissors, she bent her knees until her calves were pressed against his fore head. Placing her hands on the floor next to his sides for leverage, she squeezed his neck in her vice grip legs and bent his head further back toward her butt.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" Randy began to scream from the pain and the Referee immediately asked him if he was ready to give up. He said no, right before he screamed in agony again.."AARRRGGHHHHHHH!" Stacy laughed. "It hurts doesn't it you little chicken shit, sneak attack loser. Get used to the pain, because I'm going to put you through a lot of it before I'm done with you. You'll be begging and pleading with me to knock you out so you can escape the terrible pain, but my ears will be deaf to your pleas. I'll own you when I'm through punk, and you'll be happy to obey my every wish, in hopes that I won't hurt you again. But I will, and I'll enjoy it too."

One last squeeze earned her another ear piercing scream.."AARRRGGHHHHHHHHHH!" before she turned him lose. She didn't want it to end to quickly, because she wanted to toy with him a while. He slowly made it to his feet, holding his head with one hand and massaging his neck with the other. His neck had been at the breaking point, and still hurt him. He advanced on her slowly, thinking about what he was going to do when he had her in his grasp. Stacy smiled as she stood and waited for him to reach her.

Just as he was about to reach out and grab her, Stacy stepped up and threw a hard shot to his mid section.."SMACK!"..he bent over as the air rushed out of his lungs and she quickly stuffed his head between her thighs and wrapped her arms around his body. As the astonished crowd watched, she lifted his 245 pound body until it was straight up and down and vertical with the mat. She dropped to her knees in a pile driver and turned him lose. He flopped to the mat on his stomach, barely coherent.

Not realising what was happening to him next because of being so groggy, there was no attempt made by him to stop her from doing as she wished. Stacy walked around to his legs and placed her bare feet in the creases of his knees, with her pretty toes pointing outward. Taking his legs, she bent his knees and wrapped his feet around her calves, hooking them on the inside of her legs. Grabbing his wrists, she pulled his arms behind him and laid back on the mat.

Pushing him in the air with her strong legs and arms, she had him in a ceiling hold. As she twisted his arms and moved her legs outward, agonizing screams escaped his wide open mouth.."AARRGGGHHHHHH!" from the pain she was causing his arms, legs, and groin area. "Ohhh, I bet that really hurts, doesn't it wimp?".."PLEASE...STACY...YOU'RE...RIPPING...ME... APART...IT...HURTS...PLEASE...IT...HURTS!" "You know my beautiful legs are my most dangerous weapon pansy ass. So shut your whining mouth and scream for me."

She got her wish.."AAARRRGGGHHHHHH!" "OH...GOD...PLEASE...STACY...IT...HURTS...LET...ME...GO...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." "Forget it little man, I told you begging wouldn't work. I'm going to leave you on this mat, a broken and humiliated pile of whimpering flesh. You really shouldn't have done what you did to me boy, because I cared about you and thought you felt the same way. Now I'm going to punish you for betraying my trust. So beg all you want, it won't help at all you sissy."

His screams became louder, and each one lasted longer. The Referee asked him several times if he wanted to give up, but he was to ashamed to say yes. It would mean he admitted losing to a young woman half his size. In the back of his mind, he still thought he would win, if he could only hang on until he got his hands on her. Then it would be over and he would be victorious. But she was causing him an enormous amount of pain.

Tears began falling from his tightly closed eyes, so Stacy had to move his pain wracked body back a little, so they would splash on the mat and not on her pretty face and splayed out blond hair. He continued to beg and plead, but she smiled and totally ignored him. She finally tired of the hold and decided to release him and find other means of torture. She flopped him over to the mat, and he lie there whimpering. Shame filled his tear stained face.

By this time, the crowd had come to the conclusion that Stacy just might win this battle of the sexes. All but a few die hard Randy Orton fans were cheering her on to victory. Standing over Randy's pain wracked body in her sexy black patent leather suit, she looked exactly like the strong dominate woman that most men dream about. Erections were plentiful, and some of the women's faces were flushed with sexual feelings. Loud whistles could be heard all over the arena, as Stacy walked around the cage with her hands held high and smiled at the crowd.

As she was facing the crowd and listening to their cheers of praise, Randy somehow made it to his feet. He could barely stand on his badly tortured legs, but he drove the pain from his mind and stumbled toward Stacy. With her facing the crowd, her back was turned to him and he seen it as his chance to prevail. If he could just get to her before she turned to face him, the battle would swing in his favor. Once he had her in his hands, he figured it was as good as won.

With the crowd making so much noise, she couldn't hear the ones that were trying to warn her he was coming. But she didn't need to. Like a sixth sense, she felt him coming and smiled. When he was in range, her lovely right leg shot out in front of her, and then around in one of her patented roundhouse kicks.."WHAM!"..It sank deep in his abs and stopped him cold. He collapsed to his knees clutching his stomach, while gasping for breath.

As his head bent over trying to help relieve the pain, she bent her knee and threw her right leg back toward him.."SMACK!"..the sole of her bare foot landed square in the middle of his face. He dropped to the mat completely stunned and nearly unconscious. Both kicks had been delivered with her back still turned away from him. She hadn't even looked, and had him back in the floor and at her mercy again. The crowd went wild.

Stacy strolled over and sat down across his back, facing his feet. Picking up his arms, she pulled them behind him and slipped her long legs under his arms pits. Reaching back and grabbing a hand full of his hair, she lifted his head slightly off of the mat and moved her left leg until the sole of her bare foot was just below his face. Lowering his head down, she pressed his face into her sole and held it there. Moving her right leg, she lifted her bare foot and hooked it over the back of his neck, so it would keep his face pressed into her bare sole. Smiling, she turned loose of his hair. His head was trapped.

Picking his arms back up, they were bent over her thighs and held on his back in her lap. Holding them by the wrists, she began turning them clock wise. She was rewarded with muffled screams from his bare foot covered mouth. "MMFFFGGHHHH!" "MMFFFGGHHHH!" "Looks like I have you pinned and in pain again you pathetic weakling." His tears came flooding from his eyes, drenching her bare foot and the surrounding area. The Referee asked if he wanted to give up, but couldn't understand his reply. He let the match continue.

Since there was no time limit on the match, Stacy was taking her time breaking him. She had twisted his wrists to the point of snapping them, and held them there as she began working on his arms. They too were cranked around to the point, where one more twist would break something somewhere. His constant screams were to muffled by her bare foot to understand, so he had to suffer through all of the pain until she decided to let him go.

His bawling increased with each twist and a puddle of tears was forming around her foot. She determined his arms were now useless to him, so she finally dropped them. They fell lifeless on her thighs and he couldn't move them off. She smiled and stood on her feet. He lie there crying his heart out, to afraid to try and move his arms, in case they didn't work. She picked up his legs and stuffed a foot behind each of her shoulders, and sat down on his back again.

Ready with her Boston crab, she turned her head to him and spoke. "Time for more pain wimp, scream real loud for momma." He did. "AARRRGGGHHHHHH!" The Referee asked if he was ready to give up, but before he could say a word, Stacy cut him off. "If you give up you worthless piece of shit, I'll break both of your legs right now. So keep your mouth shut until I tell you you've had enough." "UNDERSTAND?" "YESSSS... STACY...YESSSSSS!" "Good boy. Now scream." He obeyed.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHHH!" He was going to tell the referee yes, until she ordered him not to. His spirit had been broken by the beautiful Stacy and he was totally frightened out of his mind. The will to fight was completely gone, and it took his courage with it. His heart was broken as well as his spirit, to have to admit he was beaten and afraid of a young woman half his size. But he was. Shame and humiliation spread through out his magnificent muscular body, and fear covered his soul. He was broken, and she owned him.

He begged and pleaded with her, while she nearly ruined his legs, but she still ignored his pitiful crying pleas. She wanted to make sure he was broken and bent to her will, and would obey her every command without hesitation. No matter how humiliating it might be to him. When she released his legs, he just laid there and bawled. She had rendered his legs and arms useless, but his finely toned muscular body was still intact. She wanted him completely and utterly destroyed. His body had to be crushed too.

She could easily handle him now because he was putty in her hands. He had nothing left to fight her with, and could only set there and bawl while she maneuvered him into her holds without any struggle from him. She put him in a full nelson and wrapped her 42 inch legs around his ribs. She applied pressure to her full nelson driving his chin down to his chest. He had no strength in his arms to free himself, so she controlled him easily. She was hurting his neck with the nelson, and what little feeling he had left in his large muscular arms was now gone.

But he didn't know what real pain was until she tightened her strong python legs around his ribs. He screamed and screamed. "AARRGGGHHHH!" "AARRGGGHHHHH!" "AARRGGHHHH!"The Referee tried again to see if he wanted to give up, but Stacy hit him with another burst of power and he only screamed again. "AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHH!" "Remember what I said pansy ass, you don't give up until I let you. So keep your big mouth shut or I'll break all of your ribs." "IS THAT CLEAR PUSSY?" "YES"..."YES"..."YES!"

"Good boy wimp, good boy. Just keep obeying my orders and you may live through this." Satisfied that his ribs would remain painful for a while, she released him from the full nelson. Turning her feminine body until her male crushing legs were across his stomach and back, she smiled and spoke. "OK sissy, lets see how strong those abs of yours are." Unbelievable pain registered in his brain when she tightened her lovely legs in her scissors.

"AARRGGGHHHHHHH!" "NOOOOOOOO...PLEASE...STACY...IT...HURTS...LET...ME...GO...OH...GOD...PLEASE...LET...ME...GO." "AAARRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" "Will you obey me if I let you up and stop hurting you wimp?" "YES...OH...GOD...YES...PLEASE...JUST...STOP." She hit him with one last burst of power before turning him lose. He rolled over on his back, bawling like a baby. "Get up you weak little pussy. On your feet." "NOW!" Randy struggled to his feet and could barely stand on his trembling legs.

The whole audience was cheering for her now. The die hard Randy Orton fans had switched sides when they got sick of seeing their hero crying like a frightened little child at the hands of a woman half his size. If Stacy could turn him into a blubbering fool, then she deserved their cheers and admiration. He stood there with his sobbing head down on his broad chest, afraid to look her in the eyes.

Stacy proudly stood in front of him smiling. "Do you admit I whipped your ass you weak little pussy?" "Yes Stacy, I admit it. Please don't hurt me anymore." "I can do as I please with you, because you are now my bitch. Let me hear you say it." His tears began flowing again as his muscular body and bottom lip trembled uncontrollably. "I said, let me hear you say it bitch, or I'll throw you in the floor and start squeezing you again." "OK...OK...I'M...YOUR...BITCH." "Good boy. Don't hesitate again." "UNDERSTAND BITCH?" "YES...STACY...YES...DON'T...HURT...ME."

She got right up next to him and seen him flinch as his eyes closed tight against the pain he thought was coming. She slowly turned her gorgeous body until her back was to him and smiled as she threw her right arm back and wrapped it around his neck. Dropping to her back and taking him with her, she used his own finishing move against him. His face slammed into the mat and his throat was driven down on her arm by the RKO. He went to sleep instantly.

Stacy stood and grabbed his arm, flipping him over on his back. She struck a double muscle pose with her female arms and placed her pointed right toe on his fore head. She looked at the befuddled Referee and said, "His shoulders are on the mat and he isn't going to lift them off. Get your ass down there and count him out. He dropped to the mat and slapped it three times, counting Randy out. He stood and raised her arm in victory. She smiled and showed her muscle pose again. The crowd went crazy.

She stepped over him and started to pick up his legs. The Referee tried to wave her off and she pushed him away. As she lifted his legs again, the Referee was back waving her off again. She pushed him away for the second time. When she went to reach for his legs again, the Referee was right there. She grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him up to her face and stared him right in the eyes. "You can stand there and watch me, or I can put you down there next to him and break you too. Take your pick little man."

His frightened face turned white as he seen the look in her cold, brown eyes. He waved his shaking hands and said, "OK...OK...please...let...me...go." "Good boy wimp, good boy." She spread her right hand over his face and shoved him back. He staggered a few steps and fell on his ass. "STAY THERE BOY, OR ELSE." He nodded his head yes, to scared to speak. Stacy picked up Randy's legs and bent him in two, placing his pointed toes down next to his head. Kicking his arms were she wanted them, she stepped over his legs and knelt down, placing her knees on his arms and pinning his legs under her. The crowd roared.

When she pulled his wrestling trunks down to his thighs and bared his ass, the crowd realised what she was going to do. They all went crazy as they laughed, clapped, and stomped on the floor. Stacy smiled and began his spanking..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..he woke up about half way through, so she sat back and planted her gorgeous ass right in his face. She went back to spanking him..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..WHACK..his cries were muffled by her ass, while his tears formed puddles on both sides of his face.

When both cheeks were bright, rosy red, she stopped his punishment. Standing, she ordered him to his hands and knees. He complied with as much haste as he could muster. She unbuckled the chain link belt around her slim waist, and fastened it around his neck. Taking the length of chain left over, she gave him his orders. "Crawl like a dog with me to my corner, you weak little bitch." He obeyed without question. The crowd went into hysterics.

When they reached her corner, she turned to him. "Bow your head and kiss my bare feet to apologize for the sneak attack you pulled on me in the ring. I want to feel those kisses, so you better press your lips firmly against my toes or I'll continue to humiliate you until you obey my commands." "DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU PATHETIC LOSER?" He shook his head yes and lowered his lips to her pretty bare feet. He kissed her toes and soft smooth skin like he was in love. She knew it was from fear.

Stacy made him grovel for about five minutes, to be sure he was completely broken. He didn't quit kissing her feet until she ordered him to. "Good boy, you may quit now. She reached down and unfastened the chain link belt from around his neck and picked up her high heeled shoes. "Stay here until I get all the way out of the arena. Is that understood bitch?" He nodded his head yes and she smiled. As she started toward the cage door, she looked back and he was up on his knees, pulling his trunks back up.

She stopped and asked. "Did I give you permission to pull those trunks up little man?" Fear covered his face as he shook his head no. "I didn't think so." She said as she glared at him. Her right leg flew up and around in her finishing move, the roundhouse kick.."SMACK!" Her bare foot exploded in the middle of his face and he collapsed to his back out cold. She opened the cage door and walked up the ramp with the crowd chanting.."STACY".."STACY".."STACY"..she waved and strolled out of sight.

Stacy was heading for Vince McMahon's office to see which male wrestling chump was going to be her next victim. Laughing out loud, she thought to herself. "Get ready Vince, your new Champion wrestler is going to be female. And that female is going to be me. Stacy Keibler, Champion of the world. It has a nice ring to it, she thought. A very nice ring.