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Vince had pretty much given up on finding a man who would be capable of defeating Stacy Keibler in battle. He traveled to the four corners of the globe in his relentless search for an unbeatable savior. A mammoth of a man who could restore male wrestlers to their rightful place as headliners of the WWE. But sadly for him he came up empty. Several of the burly men he interviewed showed great promise. But after the devastating loss suffered by Big Show at the hands of the incredible Stacy, Vince was reluctant to put his faith in any of them. He had an infallible plan to regain control of the WWE from his conniving daughter Stephanie. But without a conquering Hero to back his play the plan was useless. All was lost as far as he could see with no apparent answer in sight. So with a heavy heart, Vince boarded a plane to take him back to Connecticut.

He settled into first class and closed his eyes while he leaned back and waited for the plane to depart. While he was relaxing a brilliant idea began to form in his mind. Suddenly he leaped to his feet with a sparkle in his eye and a smile on his lips. "OF COURSE! WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT BEFORE!" He said aloud. He grabbed his coat and hurried off of the plane to rent a car. After unpacking in his Hotel room he snatched up his note pad and got down to business. He looked over the list of men he interviewed and the comments he placed by their names. Three of the men had the potential to be the savior he was seeking. But none of them made him feel overwhelmingly confident in their abilities to defeat Stacy Keibler in a match. Trusting one man to save his future and the sport he loved was simply to risky. But the three of them together would be an unbeatable force to reckon with.

Vince picked up his cell phone and put his plan into action. Two days later he was sitting in a meeting with three vicious looking men who had unscrupulous reputations. The largest of the three was The Great Khali. He was seven foot three inches tall and weighed 420 pounds. His reputation as a dangerously powerful force who often used barbaric tactics in his matches was well earned. The man standing to his right was Big Daddy V. He was six feet nine inches tall and weighed 490 pounds. He was fearless and cruel to a fault. An assassin for hire with killer instincts who brutalized his victims in the ring. The last but certainly not the least man in the room was the Samoan Bulldozer Umaga. He was reputed to be a bloodthirsty man who was prone to using sadistic behavior to terrorize his opponents. The three magnificent male specimens combined carried twelve hundred and sixty pounds of brute strength and raw power. Not even the talented Stacy Keibler could stand in the path of a Juggernaut like that. It simply wasn't possible. So Vince had a huge smile on his face when he began his speech.

"Gentlemen. If you'll agree to my terms I have the power to make you extremely wealthy men. You'll become superstars of the wrestling world and be idolized by millions. All I ask in return is that you sign a contract stating the three of you will work as a team. I can not emphasize enough the importance of that one stipulation. The success of this mission depends on you agreeing to it and honoring your commitment. It's the only way I'll accept you as part of this venture. I don't need a lone wolf who has an inflated ego and delusions of grandeur. I'm searching for men who will willingly work in tandem as a team for the greater good of us all. You have twenty four hours to talk it over and get back to me with your decision. If you agree to go along with my plan I'll explain the details at that time. So I'll bid you good day." The three men began their discussion while Vince turned and strolled out of the room with a smile.

It didn't take the three giants long to decide. They knew Vince was capable of holding up his end of the bargain to make them millionaires. For that kind of money and fame, they were willing to do what ever it took to succeed. So later that evening they showed up at his hotel room with their answer. "Mr. McMahon. We will accept your terms on one condition. My manager Matt Striker must accompany us on this mission. He's helped me build my career and deserves to share in the profits." Big Daddy V explained. "Agreed. Another male might be helpful in achieving our goal. I promise gentlemen, you won't regret your decision. In a few short weeks you'll have everything your heart desires. Now step on in and let's get down to business." Vince replied with anticipation. As he explained his plan, the smiles on the gigantic wrestlers faces grew larger and larger. Fame and fortune for wrecking havoc on pathetic females and dethroning an unworthy Champion. It was going to be the easiest money they ever made in their lives. And a boat load of fun while they accomplished their task.

Stephanie had standing orders that her father was never allowed to enter the building. But the day time janitor had worked for Vince for over forty years and they were on friendly terms. Friday afternoon he let the five men slip through the back door and ushered them down to the basement. Stephanie never appeared down there so it was the safest place to hide them until they sprung their trap. Everything was working out perfectly. Vince was as giddy as a young boy in a candy store with a pocket full of money. His beloved WWE would soon be back in his hands where it belonged. Once again Vince would be King of the wrestling world. While his spiteful daughter would be empty handed and out on her ass. Male wrestlers would be the main attraction and the back stabbing females would be standing in the unemployment line. If they survived that is. Revenge had an enjoyably sweet taste.

As the wrestling Diva's entered the Arena for their matches later on that evening, the five men cornered each one separately and thoroughly worked them over. They never had a chance. The entire dressing room was littered with savagely beaten female bodies when it was all over. Everyone of them would require extensive medical treatment and possibly therapeutic help before they would fully recover from the terrible beating. The only two to escape the mammoth wrestlers wrath was Michelle McCool and Melina Perez. That's because their match had already started and they were up in the ring. Vince sent Matt Striker and Big Daddy V to deal with them while The Great Khali and Umaga followed him to Stephanie's office. Vince couldn't wait to see the look on her face when he informed Stephanie he was taking over again. It was pay back time. And he was going to enjoy every second of it.

Stephanie McMahon was sitting in her office doing some paper work when her door suddenly flew open and startled her. Before she could regain her composer she was dragged out of her chair and held captive by two burly males. While she was struggling to free herself, three badly beaten female bodies were thrown at her feet. Stephanie gasped in surprise when she recognised the severely battered bodies and swollen faces of Candice Michelle, Maria Kanellis and Victoria. Then she really got the shock of her life when she looked up and saw her fathers grinning face. "VINCE?" "Yes Stephanie. I'm back to reclaim what's rightfully mine." He said with a smile. "GET YOUR ASS OUT OF MY BUILDING! OR I'LL CALL SECURITY AND HAVE YOU THROWN OUT!" She screamed. "You always were hard headed and stubborn. Even as a child. But I'm afraid I'm holding all the cards this time Stephanie. So shut your mouth and pay attention." Vince gave the two men a signal. Umaga and Khali roughly wrenched her arms up her back while Khali covered her mouth with his large hand. Vince pulled a stack of papers out of his pocket and smiled as he explained her predicament.

Meanwhile up in the ring, Michelle McCool and Melina Perez were going at it tooth and nail. While Michelle was sitting atop Melina trying to secure a pin, Matt Striker grabbed a folding chair and climbed into the ring. Michelle's back was turned to him so she had no idea what was coming. Striker raised the chair in the air with an evil grin and blasted her in the back of the head with it. "BLAM!" Michelle slumped over nearly unconscious. Melina was scrambling to get out from under her dead weight body when the folding chair slammed into the side of her head. "BLAM!" While the two stunned beauties lie there in a semi conscious state, Big Daddy V crawled through the ropes and helped Striker rip them apart. The audience was caught completely off guard as they sat there in disbelief. Michelle and Melina were beaten to a pulp while they were helpless to defend themselves.

Stacy Keibler

Stacy Keibler had just taken a refreshing shower and was now standing in her kitchen making a salad. After finishing she carried the fork and bowl to the living room and grabbed the TV remote before flopping down on the sofa. While listening to the news, her fork stopped half way to her mouth when the reporter cut in with a live breaking story. "This just in. Several Ambulances and Paramedic teams have been dispatched to the WWE Arena. According to our sources, many of the wrestling Diva's have been critically injured and need immediate medical attention. They are being rushed to various hospitals at this very moment. A list of the injured parties is not known at this time. But our man on the scene reports, Ms. Stephanie McMahon who owns and operates the WWE is one of the ladies in question. We will keep you advised of the details as soon as they are available to us. Now back to the news." Stacy slipped on her shoes and grabbed her keys as she rushed out the door.

The Arena was in utter chaos when she arrived. On her way in she met two Paramedics rolling Torrie Wilson out on a gurney. "What happened Torrie? Who did this to you?" Torrie was barely able to speak in her condition. But she managed to whisper three words before passing out. "Men. Big men." Stacy charged through the doors and stalked down the corridor. She saw seven of the male wrestlers gathered in a huddle so she stormed over to them. "Who's responsible for this?" She demanded. They merely shrugged their broad shoulders and shook their heads. Stacy got right in their faces with an angry look in her beautiful brown eyes. "This is your last chance wimps. Tell me who's responsible or I'll beat you senseless right here in this hallway. Now speak up." The seven men flattened themselves against the wall with frightened looks on their ashen colored faces.

"Honest Stacy. We don't know." Batista whimpered. "It was all over by the time we got here Stacy. I swear." Lashley whined while trembling like a leaf. "If I find out you're lying to me there will be nothing left of your pitiful male bodies but fleshy pulp and broken bones. Now get lost." She threatened. The seven men scurried off on shaky legs as fast as they could. Stacy wheeled and took off towards the ring. The angry crowd was in a screaming frenzy when she entered the Arena. But their attitude quickly changed when they spotted her strolling down the ramp. A loud chorus of Stacy chants filled the room as she smiled and waved to them. When Stacy reached the ring she grabbed a mic and stepped through the ropes. The cheering audience quieted down when they saw she was ready to speak.

Stacy Keibler

"I demand to know who is responsible for the cowardly acts of brutality against my friends. Who ever you are, come out and face me if you have the courage." A hush fell over the crowd as they turned to stare at the entrance way. Shock registered on their faces as well as Stacy's when a grinning Vince McMahon walked down the ramp and entered the ring. "Yes Stacy it was me. Vincent Kennedy McMahon. You and Stephanie along with those Diva bitches thought you got rid of me for good. But you haven’t. I’m back to wipe all of you women out of my company and into the poor house where you belong. You see Stacy, I have a reputation for making people pay who have crossed me. Steve Austin, The Rock, Triple H and The Undertaker can testify to that. Hell, even these idiot fans have paid for their inconsiderate attitude towards me. And tonight, you and that back stabbing spoiled daughter of mine will join that list." The crowd got over their initial shock and loudly booed Vince.

"There's one little problem with your plan Vince. You no longer have any power in the WWE." Stacy said with a smile. "Ahhh, now that's where you're wrong Stacy my dear. There happens to be a wonderful clause in the Ownership Documents which are the very foundation of World Wrestling Entertainment." Vince pulled a large stack of papers out of his vest pocket and began to read out loud. "This clause states. When the owner is unable to fulfill his or her duties as Chairman of the board, the next in line can claim ownership and take over. As you know, we McMahon's like to keep things in the family. The next in line would be my Son Shane. But he has no interest in running the WWE and my wife Linda is already the CEO of the company. So that only leaves one person to take over the reigns. You guessed it Stacy. ME! Vince is back in control of HIS baby. HIS company. HIS property."

Stacy and the crowd were in shock by this revelation. But she managed to keep her composure and smile. "Now we know you are in retirement Stacy. But technically you're still under contract to the WWE. I have spoken to my Lawyers and they have assured me I would be well within my rights to force you into accepting a single match for the US and World titles. You can refuse of course. But my Lawyers have also informed me I could sue you for breach of contract if you do. In the end you would not only be stripped of your titles, the costly fines and legal fees over a lengthy court battle would leave you deeply in debt and penniless. So I have you over the proverbial barrel you bitch." Vince replied with an evil grin. "Making you suffer for all the harm you've caused tonight is the only thing on my mind Vince. So I'll gladly agree to this match of yours. Especially if it means getting rid of you permanently." Stacy said with confidence.

"In that case Stacy I happen to have a contract right here. All it requires is your signature on the dotted line." Vince stated as he stuffed the large stack of documents back in his vest pocket and pulled out a single sheet of paper. Without thinking because she was so angry, Stacy snatched the pen out of his hand and signed the contract. "My dear sweet Stacy. The enthusiasm of youth and confidence in your abilities has finally caused your downfall. So gullible and trusting. You really should read every document before you sign it. Because the one I'm holding in my hand is your death warrant. Figuratively speaking of course. You see, you have just agreed to a good old fashioned handicap match. A no holds barred, anything goes handicap match to be precise." Vince told her with a smile. "That suits me just fine Vince. None of those pathetic males in the back are capable of defeating me in any kind of match. So send out your pitiful excuse for a savior and I'll turn him into a whimpering pussy before I throw you out on your ear." The crowd roared their approval and began chanting her name again. "STACY! STACY! STACY!"

"Once again you have underestimated me Stacy. I searched the world over for a conquering Hero who could put you in your place. And I found three such men who might possibly be able to handle the job. But none of them alone filled me with extreme confidence. However the three of them working together are an unstoppable fighting machine. Just ask your Diva bitch friends what their capable of doing. If any of them can still speak after being completely massacred by my men. That really was a joy to watch." Vince said with a satisfying smile as he waved towards the back of the stage. Three mammoth males instantly appeared in the doorway and started down the ramp with a smaller man trailing along behind them. The crowd broke out in a loud chorus of boos as they made their way to the ring.

Umaga the Samoan Bulldozer climbed through the ropes and pumped his fist in the air as he cried out in his native tongue. He was followed by the Great Khali who stretched his mighty arms in the air and emitted a bone chilling scream towards the rafters. Then Big Daddy V entered the ring wearing his trademark dungarees. He beat on his chest with both fists and stared a hole through Stacy. Matt Striker simply stepped up next to Vince and smiled. "These three magnificent male specimens will be your opponents in the handicap match Stacy. And according to the contract you unwittingly signed, you must face them alone with no help from your friends. Oh wait. We don't have to worry about that do we. Because all of your friends are in the hospital." Vince said while laughing out loud. Stacy got even more angry at that statement while the entire audience angrily shouted out their disapproval.

"You have finally given me a challenge worthy of my abilities Vince. I salute you. But there's more than one way to skin a cat. Or in this case, beat three monsters. Tonight you will see them all. And when I'm finished turning these pussy's into whimpering cowards, I'll make sure you never return to cause anymore trouble. That's a promise Vince." Stacy said with fire in her eyes. "We'll see Stacy we'll see." Vince replied as he turned and started to walk off. Then he stopped and faced her with a smile while pulling the contract out of his pocket. "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the two clauses near the bottom. When I said this was a no holds barred anything goes handicap match, I meant for the men. You see Stacy, I noticed how you won all of the matches against my other male wrestlers. You wore them down with painful submission holds before finishing them off. The first clause states that you are not allowed to use any submission holds at all. If you do, you automatically forfeit the match and will be declared the loser." The angry crowd reacted negatively to this announcement while the grin on Stacy's lips narrowed a bit.

"And now for the best part. The second clause I so thoughtfully put in states. If my men win this bout, all the Divas and my spiteful daughter Stephanie are in the words of a great man.. me.. FIRED! But not you Stacy poo. You will become my personal slave. You'll be subject to my every whim and follow my orders to the letter. If I wish to teach someone a very painful lesson, you will handle that for me with no mercy. I will own you Stacy and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. Because you so graciously signed the contract and agreed to my terms. Isn't that great? Now in the appearance of being fair, I'll grant you one stipulation. If you somehow get lucky and win, I'll hand the power back to Stephanie and leave the company forever. So you're not completely without hope." Vince said with an evil laugh. "It seems I have no choice but to accept your challenge. But I'm afraid you're going to be very disappointed by the outcome Vinnie." Stacy confidently replied while the crowd cheered her answer and began to chant her name again. Vince got pissed and lost his composer. "After tonight it will be Mr. McMahon to you bitch. Or Master Vince. You have one hour to get ready. If I were you, I would spend the time making arrangements to begin your new life as my slave." Vince stormed off in a huff with the four men behind him. Stacy waved to the cheering crowd as she went back stage to change.

Stacy Keibler

An hour later Stacy was standing back stage while waiting to be introduced. She had chosen to wear a multi colored navy blue, black and white bikini for easy movement during the match. There was a determined look on her beautiful face as she thought about her injured friends lying in hospital beds around the city. Vince and his cohorts needed to suffer for the heinous crime they committed against the Divas and Stephanie. Stacy was going to make sure they paid in spades. When the MC called her name she confidently walked down the ramp while her adoring audience went crazy chanting her name. A few minutes later the three mountain sized wrestlers were standing across the ring from her. Stacy slipped off her heels and limbered up her formidable female muscles while she waited for the bell to ring. The three men were trying to intimidate her by shouting threats and obscenities. But she tuned them out and concentrated on the task at hand.

"CLANG!" Stacy walked to the center of the ring when the bell sounded. Khali, Umaga and Big Daddy V were confidently smiling as they surrounded her. "Let's go boys. We don't have all night. I have friends to visit in the hospital after I put you to sleep. So let's rumble wimps." The three men growled like angry bears and charged her from different directions. The action happened so fast that no one in the audience could accurately describe what took place during their first confrontation. One second, Stacy was standing there while the three heavy weight monsters were baring down on her. In the next, the three mammoth wrestlers were writhing in agony on the canvas while she stood over them. The referee however had a perfect view. His statement to the press when the match was over was astounding but true. He described it like this.

"I've never seen anything like it in my life. I felt like covering my face with both hands when the three men charged so I wouldn't have to watch her painful destruction. Luckily I didn't. Because I would have missed the most astounding feat I've ever witnessed. Stacy was calmly standing there like she was waiting for a bus. Then all of a sudden she went into action and struck like a lunging cobra. She raised up on her tiptoes and whipped her body around while extending her right leg. The sole of her right foot slammed into the side of Big Daddy's face and traveled on to catch Umaga in the same place. "WHAP!..WHAP!" It sounded like two grenades going off when it struck. Then she lowered her leg after completing the circle and swung a vicious left cross that exploded on Khali's jaw like an atom bomb. "BOOM!" The three men dropped to the canvas like domino's falling in a row. It was amazing."

While the crowd cheered her on, Stacy picked up the drowsy Umaga and bulldogged him back to the canvas on his face. "BLAM!" Then she lifted Big Daddy V in her strong arms and drove his head into the canvas with a devastating pile driver. "BLAM!" Khali was attempting to rise when she grabbed him by the wrist and whipped him around. When he rebounded off of the ropes and stumbled back to her, his jaw was met by one of her patented roundhouse kicks. "WHAP!" He collapsed to the canvas like a sack of potatoes. With the three men down and barely conscious, Stacy took her time to individually punish them. Big Daddy V was the first one to feel her hard hitting fists. She dragged him to his feet and drove him back to the corner turnbuckle with ease. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..CRACK!" The finishing touch was a potent uppercut that left him hanging in the corner with his huge arms draped over the top ropes. While he was drifting somewhere in La La land, she went back for Umaga.

"It's your turn Samoan Bullshiter. Let's play beat the pussy. He was unable to defend himself while she beat him back to the ropes with solid rights and lefts. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..PLOP!" He bounced off of the ropes and fell flat on his face. The Great Khali was up and staggering towards her when she turned to meet him. "Let's see if you can handle the power in my beautiful long legs big boy." She preceded to kick the helpless Khali all around the ring. "WHAM!..WHAM!..WHAP!..WHAM!..WHAP!..WHHHAP!" The last brutal kick sent him flying through the air and clean out of the ring. She turned with a smile and went back for Big Daddy V. "You're up again fat man. Come to Stacy." He was still out of it and unable to resist when she curled the fingers of her left hand in his dungarees and held him steady. "It's hammer time pudgy. Let's dance." He never knew what hit him.

"SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Her hard right fist rained down on his unprotected face like a jackhammer. His face swelled up like a balloon being filled with air and was turned into a rainbow of colors. "CRRRACK!" A savage uppercut snapped his head back and put out his lights. Big Daddy slumped to the canvas like a boneless rag doll and didn't twitch a muscle. "Sweet dreams fatso. I'll come back and check on you later." Umaga was on his feet and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs. "Having a little trouble clearing your vision Umugly? I can help you with that. "CRRRACK!" A sledgehammer uppercut blew his world apart. Umaga's beefy body stretched the ropes back as far as they would go before he caromed off and slingshot back to her. "SMACK!" A solid right landed between his eyes sent him into the ropes again. Stacy stood there smiling while she repeatedly dribbled his humongous body against the springing ropes like a basketball. "SMACK!..BOING!..SMACK!..BOING!" The crowd was in hysterics while they watched her humiliate the man. "SMACK!..BOING!..SMACK!..BOING!..SMACK!..BOING!"

She finally stepped aside when she noticed the Great Khali climbing through the ropes. "PLOP!" The mighty Samoan dropped straight down on his swollen face and laid there unconscious. "I'M GOING TO RIP YOU APART WITH MY BARE HANDS YOU SCRAWNY LITTLE BITCH!" He bellowed. "I'd hold off on the idle threats if I were you pansy ass. Because so far I've made you look like bumbling fool." Stacy replied with a grin. "YOU'RE DEAD!" Khali screamed as he lunged at her. Stacy casually stepped up and crushed his mid section with a powerful kick. "WHAM! "UMMMPPPHHH!" The air rushed out of his lungs while the Great Khali grabbed his ruined stomach and bent over with a whimper. Stacy raised her well toned arms in the air and jolted the back of his neck with a double axe handle. "WHACK!" The Great Khali flopped to the floor like a sopping wet dish rag. Stacy flipped him over on his back so she could straddle his splayed out body and beat his face to a pulp. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" She obliterated the poor mans face while he laid there like a log.

Several of the male wrestlers who held a grudge against Stacy because of the humiliating defeat they suffered at her hands had gathered back stage to witness her destruction. When she began to pound on Khali's face they decided it was time to intervene. Big Show and The Undertaker charged down the ramp towards the ring. They were quickly followed by Mark Henry and Kane. Kane wasn't around during the time Stacy waded through the men on her way to becoming Champion. But he couldn't resist a good scrap. So he followed along like a lamb to the slaughter. Stacy had just climbed to her feet when the four men leaped over the top rope. "I'm glad you boys could join us. I was getting bored up here because my playthings decided to take a nap." Stacy said with a smile. "I'LL KILL YOU YOU WHORE!" Big Show screamed. "You pathetic males certainly like to boast. It's a shame you're not man enough to carry out your threats." The four men venomously attacked.

Stacy's hands and feet moved with blinding speed to dispatch with the four angry men. They never saw it coming. "SMACK!..WHAM!..CRACK!..WHAP!" Kane fell like a freshly cut tree with a shattered nose. Mark Henry's chest was nearly caved in by a mule kick that sent him flying. The Undertaker thought his jaw was broken when the wrecking ball uppercut slammed into his chin and dumped him on his ass. And Big Shows lips swelled up to three times their size when the sole of her right foot smashed into his face and dropped him like dead weight. The Undertaker made it up first. But a vicious roundhouse kick connected with the other side of his jaw and put him back down. "WHAP!" Then Big Show and Kane rushed her from opposite directions and attempted to wrap their muscle laden arms around her. Stacy quickly squatted down to avoid being trapped and drilled them both in the stomach with her battering ram fists. "THUD!..THUD!" After bouncing back up, she grabbed them by the back of their necks and slammed their heads together. "BAM!..BAM!" The two burly men collapsed in a heap.

Mark Henry was nearly on her when she turned to meet him. Stacy raised her fists and peppered his face with solid jabs. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" While she had him thinking about her left, a powerful right cross plowed into his temple. "SMMMACK!" Henry folded up like a card board box and dropped at her feet out cold. The Undertaker was standing on wobbly legs when she drove her fist into his mid section and bent him over in pain. "THUD!" Stacy wrapped her right arm around his neck and pulled his right arm over her shoulder. Then in an amazing show of strength, she lifted his 328 pound body and fell over backwards to slam him down hard on the canvas in a bone jarring Suplex. "SLAM!" After landing she whipped her gorgeous legs back and somersaulted over to kneel beside him. Then she pulverized his stomach muscles with numerous pile driving punches and turned it into soft butter. "THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!..THUD!" He was about to pass out when a teeth shattering uppercut exploded on his exposed chin and put the big man to sleep. "CRRRACK!" Stacy looked around to see where her attention was needed next.

Big Show had staggered to his feet but had no idea where he was at. "SMMMACK!" A sledge hammer right spun him completely around and deposited his sleeping body next to the Undertaker. Kane was next to feel her power. She helped the groggy giant to his feet and blasted his chin with an uppercut that sent him flying. "CRRRACK!" His dead weight body landed right on top of the sleeping Undertaker and Big Show. A nice pile was forming so Stacy dragged Mark Henry over and dropped him on it. Four mountain size male bodies were now sleeping at her feet in a tic tac toe pattern. (#) The three monsters who began the handicap match were beginning to come around. Stacy casually strolled over to Umaga who was first to make it to his feet. But he didn't stay up long. She easily ducked under his wild swinging right and nailed him with a jaw breaking right hook. "SMMMACK!" He fell apart like a boneless skeleton and landed at her feet sound asleep. Stacy smiled and added him to the pile of snoring males.

Vince and Matt Striker were standing back stage in shock. Seven male wrestlers who were each about the size of a compact car were battling it out in the ring with one frail female who weighed a mere 125 pounds. Yet it was the female who was mopping up the ring with the over sized monsters. The impossible was happening right in front of their eyes and they couldn't believe it. The two men finally came out of their stupor and rushed towards the ring. Meanwhile, Stacy was eluding the ponderous punches thrown by Big Daddy V and was laughing right in his face. When she noticed the Great Khali was beginning to stir, she blocked his next clumsy swing and switched from defense to offense. Big Daddy was taken completely by surprise and beaten to a pulp. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMMMACK!" The last hay maker crushed his jaw like a speeding car and knocked him out. Big Daddy V was draped over the ropes and sleeping like a baby.

Vince and Matt Striker were crawling through the ropes when the Great Khali stepped up to meet her. Stacy didn't waste any time disposing with the over matched giant. "SMMMACK!" A thunderous right cross instantly sent him to slumber land. Khali fell across the ropes on the opposite side of the ring from Big Daddy V and was left hanging there. Stacy turned to greet her next two victims. Her lovely right leg shot forward like it was spring loaded and buried her bare foot deep into Striker's stomach. "WHAM!" He stopped dead in his tracks and crumpled to his knees. Stacy blocked the monstrous punch Vince threw and sunk her hard fist into his bread basket. "THUD!" When he bent over she grabbed him by the collar and waist line and hoisted his body in the air. After stepping over to stuff Strikers head between her muscular thighs in a standing head scissors, she lowered Vince down to her shoulders in a back breaker.

"Let's have some fun boys. Squeal for me like the pigs you are." She got her wish when she roughly pulled down on Vince and tightened her strong legs like a vise. "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" "AAIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Striker was clawing at her beautiful long legs while screaming like a frightened little girl. But his attempt to free himself was ineffective. Poor Vince could only scream while she painfully bounced him on her shoulders. He was almost unconscious when she lifted him back in the air and threw his squirming body to the canvas. "SPLAT!" Vince laid there moaning while she dealt with Striker. Stacy released him from her fleshy prison and hauled Striker to his feet. The cocky Manager thought he could handle the job that seven bulky wrestlers had failed to accomplish. Stacy easily proved his thinking was flawed.

When Striker attempted to throw her down he was suddenly body slammed to the canvas. "SLAM!" Stacy enjoyed it so much she repeatedly subjected him to a series of painful body slams. Striker was delirious in no time. "SLAM!" "SLAM!" "SLAM!" "SLAM!" "SLAM!" He was out on his feet and sagging in her strong grip when she held him steady and beat his brains out with a smile. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" His lifeless body was the sixth to be added to the growing mound of sleeping giants. Vince was trying to get up but his pain racked body was aching all over. Stacy wanted to take her time punishing Vince so she could savor every second of it. But she wasn't quite ready yet. So she delivered a brutal kick to his unprotected face that every field goal kicker in the NFL would have envied. "WHAP!" Vince slumped over and went to sleep. "Stay down until I'm ready for you asshole." She said as she passed his still body.

Big Daddy V was still draped over the ropes when she reached him. She placed her foot on his ass and pushed as hard as she could with her well toned leg. The ropes stretched out as far as they would go before suddenly snapping back. "BOING!"............."PLOP!" Big Daddy V sailed through the air and landed right on top of the pile. Stacy smiled and strolled to the far side of the ring where the sleeping Khali was sprawled across the ropes. A well planted foot and another hard shove from her lengthy gam sent him flying like a bird. "BOING!"............."PLOP!" Her aim was perfect. Seven of the most feared wrestlers on the planet and one cocky Manager were perfectly lying in a criss cross pattern of unconscious bodies. Now Stacy was ready to discipline Vince for his ludicrous and destructive behavior.

Vince saw the mountain of sleeping male bodies when Stacy slapped him awake and hauled him to his feet. Heavy tears immediately filled his sad eyes when he realised his plan had failed miserably. He was frightened out of his mind and crying even harder when he looked into her glaring brown eyes. "You've really got this coming to you asshole." "SMACK!" "When are you going to learn that pathetic males will never be a match for me?" "SMACK!" "I don't care how many you hire." "SMACK!" "I'll wipe up the floor with them like they were merely toddlers." "SMACK!" "Then give you another well deserved beating." "SMACK!" "The pain and suffering you caused here tonight is unforgivable you lousy bastard." "SMACK!" "You better pray my friends recover completely." "SMACK!" "Because I'll hunt you down like a dog and beat you to death if they don't." "SMACK!" "Do you understand me you worthless piece of shit?" "SMACK!" Vince could only nod his head. He was unable to speak because his heart was broken. Along with his spirit and courage.

Stacy threw him to the canvas and pinned him there with her foot while she pulled the contract and a pen from his pocket. She wrote in a new clause at the bottom of the page while Vince lie under her foot crying. When she was done she laid it next to him and wrenched his left arm up his back in a painful hammerlock after flipping him over. "This clause states you will hand ownership of the WWE back to Stephanie and never show your face around here again. If you break the agreement I will break you. Is that understood weakling?" She sternly asked while forcing his arm a little higher. "Yes S.Stacy. I'll disappear for good. I pr.promise. Just don't hurt me anymore. Pl.please Stacy." He begged. "Keep your word and you have nothing to fear. Break it and you're a dead man." "NOW SIGN IT!" His hand was uncontrollably shaking when he scribbled his name. Stacy folded the paper up and stuffed it in her bikini bottom.

There wasn't an ounce of fight left in Vince when Stacy yanked him up to his knees. He was completely broken with no will of his own. "This is your only warning Vince. The consequences will be extremely severe if you fail to follow my orders. So do as you're told if you value your health." "SMMMACK!" An unbelievably powerful punch slammed into his face and turned his lights out before he could utter a word. His body bounced off of the canvas behind him and snapped back up to slump against her thigh. Stacy threw him on top of the pile and climbed up to stand on the large mound like she was Queen of the mountain. Close to 3,300 pounds of heavily muscled males were sleeping under the feet of a 125 pound beautiful female. Her adoring audience was going crazy as she raised her arms in the air and slowly turned in a circle while waving to them. The crowds roaring chant repeatedly filled the Arena. "STACY! STACY! STACY! STACY! STACY!"

Stacy Keibler

An hour later Stacy was washing the perspiration from her flawless skin under a cold shower. After drying her exquisite female body she dressed and grabbed the phone while flopping down on her bed. A few minutes later she was explaining the details of the match to Stephanie. The tearfully grateful owner offered Stacy a partnership in the WWE for saving her ass and the business. But Stacy declined and wished her well. Any other Diva who was able to answer the phone received her heartfelt wishes for a speedy recovery. Stacy finally hung up the phone and let her mind wander while she relaxed. Hopefully I can stayed retired from now on. She thought to herself. I rather enjoy taking it easy. A lovely smile appeared on her luscious lips as she slowly closed her beautiful brown eyes.

Things returned to normal and all was right with the world and the WWE. And everyone was certain it would remain that way. Because if a problem did raise it's ugly head it had absolutely no chance of succeeding. The Goddess of wrestling would easily and efficiently vanquish it.