Stephanie McMahon challenges Vince for control of the WWE.
By Crohnsman Crohnsman67216@yahoo.com

Just when Vince didn't think things could get worse, his daughter
Stephine challenges him to a winner takes all match, for control of the
WWE.

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Vince McMahon is sitting in his office fuming. His plan to return the WWE
to a male dominated sport, completely backfired. Stacy Keibler made The
Big Show look like a fool, and reduced him to a snivelling little boy.
The big man is afraid of his own shadow now. Never in his wildest dream,
did Vince think Stacy could beat a man that big. But she proved him and
everyone else wrong. She destroyed the big man so easily, she didn't have
a hair out of place when she was through with him. Hell, she even painted
her toe nails between falls, to show The Big Show she wasn't concerned
about the outcome of the match.

Now he has no choice, but to match the other wrestling Divas with the men
like they demanded. As far as Vince is concerned, the sport he loves is
going down the drain. He will make money by matching the women against
the men, because that's what the fans are screaming to see. But for once
in his life, making money isn't the bottom line. Not when the women will
make a mockery of his sport. Wrestling has always been the one thing he
loved over money, and men should be the center of attention.

Maybe if the men took the women apart in the ring, the fans would change
their minds. All of them couldn't possess the ability to beat the bigger
and much more muscular men. Surely Stacy Keibler is a one of a kind
fluke. Once the fans see the other women totally outclassed and beaten to
a pulp, they will want things to go back to the way they were. With men
wrestling each other and dominating the card. With that thought making
him feel a little better, Vince sat down and made out the card for next
Friday night.

The men should be able to demoralize the women quickly and easily, Vince
thought to himself. So it was conceivable to slate four matches for the
evening. Thirty to forty minutes would be enough time, for each man to
show his female opponent she didn't belong in the ring with him or any
other man. In fact, he said to himself, I'll talk to the men. I'll tell
each one to annihilate the woman facing him, until she's begging to get
out of the ring alive. That should change their foolish minds, and make
them go back to where they belong. Shaking their asses and smiling, to
sell tickets.

He gave it a lot of thought, and came up with what he thought would be
sure winners. Triple H would make mince meat out of Torrie Wilson, while
Chris Benoit destroyed Lita. Then Lance Cade would easily mangle Melina
Perez, and Charlie Haas would finish the night, by taking Victoria apart.
That would get four women off of his back, and certainly make the others
think hard about changing their demands. Then it wouldn't be long, before
the WWE was back to business as usual. With men wrestling men. This had
to work.

Vince gathered the men and gave them their instructions. He showed the
card to the four wrestlers he had slated to fight Friday night, and
encouraged them to hurt the women as much as possible. "Show them they
don't belong in the ring with male wrestlers that could rip their limbs
from their bodies if they were so inclined to do so. I want those women
to feel so much pain, that the idea of getting back in the ring with
another man, will scare them to death. I want them totally terrorized."

The four men promised to carry out his wishes. They all agreed with him,
that the men should be back on top where they belonged. Since Stacy waded
through the men and won the Championship belts, they were all losing fans
right and left. Their honor and pride were at stake, and they needed to
set things straight. If the women had to suffer through a great deal of
pain to accomplish that, then so be it.

When the meeting broke up and Vince returned to his office, he felt a lot
better. The men were all on the same page, and felt the same way he did.
And after the men thoroughly trashed the women next week, he was sure the
fans would be swayed to change their loyalties and root for the men
again. Things would get back to normal, and all his problems and
headaches would vanish. Yes, after Friday night, the WWE would be reborn
and back on track. And Vince McMahon would be a much happier man.

Well, the best laid plans of mice and men, sometimes go awry. Torrie
Wilson had Triple H crying and begging in less then ten minutes. Lita put
Chris Benoit to sleep in about fifteen. Melina Perez put Lance Cade in so
many painful holds, that he crawled out of the ring and ran up the ramp
to get away from her. And Victoria threw Charlie Haas around the ring so
often, that he was crawling on his knees and begging her to leave him
alone. It was a complete fiasco. And the fans were clamoring for more.

Sick to his stomach, Vince filled out the card for next Friday night.
Maybe things would turn out better this time. He matched up Trish Stratus
with Kane and Jackie Gayda with Edge. Then he decided that Val Venis
would be a good match for Ashley Massaro, and Gene Snitsky should be able
to trounce Candice Michelle. Positive of the outcome this time, he
rounded up the four wrestlers and encouraged them to do everything short
of killing the women in the ring.

By midnight Friday night, his stomach ached so bad, t hat Vince was sure
he had ulcers. Trish and Jackie had toyed with Kane and Edge, before
making them scream out their submission. Ashley tortured Val Venis for
twenty minutes before putting him to sleep with a sleeper hold. And
Candice easily handled Gene Snitsky like he was a little boy. He was
groveling at her feet, begging her not to hurt him anymore.

Vince was almost in tears when he sat down to make out the card for next
week. This just could not be happening, he thought to himself. But four
more thoroughly destroyed men were at home, recuperating from the
beatings they had received. With all the joy seemingly gone out of life,
Vince filled out the card. His heart wasn't in it, but there was nothing
else he could do. The women would drag him out to the ring and humiliate
him in front of millions of fans, if he didn't cooperate.

Hoping for the best, he pitted John Cena against Sable, and Chris Masters
against Michelle McCool. The other two matches were Tatanka wrestling
Maria Kanellis, and Doug Basham taking on Mickie James. He didn't feel
like giving the men a pep talk after the last two disastrous weeks, so he
just posted it on the board and went back to his office. Maybe the men
could salvage a little respect this week, but Vince wasn't counting on
it. He was used to the men letting him down by now. And he wasn't a
praying man.

It was a good thing that Vince didn't have high expectations for the men
to claim a victory. Sable left John Cena hanging over the corner ropes
sound asleep, and Chris Masters had to be carried out of the ring, after
Michelle McCool was through roughin g him up. Maria Kanellis left Tatanka
asleep in the middle of the ring, and Mickie James threw Doug Basham over
her shoulder after beating him senseless, and carried him up the ramp and
out of sight. All seemed lost to Vince now, and he didn't think things
could get any worse. But for him, they were about to.

Vince was sitting with his elbows on his desk, and his head resting in
his hands. He was full of self pity and feeling very sorry for himself.
He heard his door open and hated the idea of looking up. The women were
probably there to demand another match with a different man. They
wouldn't be happy until they completely destroyed his business, and him
with it. And the sickening thing was, he had to comply with their
demands. There was nothing else he could do.

Vince was more then a little surprised, when he heard his daughter's
Voice. He looked up to see Stephanie leaning on his desk, with reporters
and cameramen from all the major news stations standing behind her. "Well
Daddy dear, it looks like the women have taken over the WWE. And I think
they need a woman in control of the business, to look out for their
interest. So I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse."

"What the hell are you talking about Stephanie? I don't have the time or
the patience for your silly games right now. So get the hell out of my
office, and take all of these people with you." "Sorry Vince," Stephanie
replied. "They're here to document your answer to my challenge. Since the
Diva's are the top wrestlers of the WWE now, I'm here to issue a
challenge to you for control of the business. This will soon be my
office, after I take you apart, and humiliate you in the ring."

"I've already wrestled and beat you two years ago Stephanie, so stop this
nonsense and get out." Vince demanded. "You won because Mom threw in the
towel, thinking I was going to get hurt." Stephanie pouted. "Mom won't be
allowed in the building this time. If you win, you can disinherit me.
I'll never cost you another dime for the rest of your life. If I win, I
take over the business and throw you out on your ass."

"You say you've already beaten me once, so you should be able to do it
again. Think of all the money you'll save, by having me out of your hair.
So how about it Vince, is it a deal? Or have you suddenly developed a
yellow streak like your beaten male wrestlers?" It didn't take Vince long
to think about it. He wouldn't really disinherit her, but she sure as
hell would be put on a tight budget. And this was the perfect opportunity
for a male to gain back some respect from the fans.

"I accept your challenge Stephanie. We'll wrestle until one of us begs
the other for mercy. Is that acceptable to you?" He asked. "That's just
the way I wanted it old man. I can't wait to have you crawling at my feet
and begging me to stop hurting you. You'll know the true meaning of the
word humiliation, after I'm through." Stephanie turned to the reporters
and cameramen. "There's your story. Get it out to your audience as soon
as possible. Next week the WWE will have a new owner. Stephanie McMahon,
owner and boss."

When the fans heard the news about the match, they were totally stunned.
Vince looked like he kept himself in pretty good shape, but Stephanie was
half his age. And the men that had daughters of their own, couldn't
picture themselves wrestling with them. It just didn't seem morally
right. But that didn't stop them from snatching up tickets for the event.
Once the news was announced, the match sold out in less then an hour. The
poor souls that were slow getting tickets, would have to watch it on TV.
Which is exactly what millions of fans did.

That Friday night, the Arena was buzzing with excitement. Every seat in
the house was filled, and some were even standing against the wall. The
Fire Marshall would have had a field day writing citations, if not for
the fact that he was seated in the front row, center stage. The men were
feeling a little sympathetic towards Vince. At sixty years old, he was
twice the age of Stephanie. It would be bad enough to lose a wrestling
match to your daughter, but to lose it in front of millions of people,
would be devastating. They thought he was out of his mind.

The Media interviewed Stephanie in the dressing room, and she was fired
up. "I've waited a long time for this night, and I'm going to take
advantage of my opportunity. Vince will have to be carried out of that
ring, when I'm through with him. I'm going to crush the mans spirit, bend
his will to mine, and sap the strength from his tortured body. When his
courage is gone and replaced by fear, he'll be mine. I'll humiliate him
until he's begging me to take over and let him out of the ring while he's
still in one piece. Then, it will depend on my mood at the time."

They tried to interview Vince, but all he had to say was, "I've beaten
her once, and I'll do it again tonight." He then closed the door in their
face, and prepared himself to face Stephanie. He planned to teach her a
lesson she would never forget. It was time his little girl learned to
respect her Father. She had been completely spoiled her whole life, and
most of the time was unruly and disrespectful. That was going to be
rectified tonight. Stephanie was in for a rude awakening. Vince McMahon
style.

The announcer picked up a microphone and stepped into the ring. The crowd
turned deadly quiet, as they sat on the edge of their seats. "Ladies and
Gentlemen, we have an unusual match slated for you tonight. Father
against Daughter, in a no holds barred match for ownership of the WWE."
He went on to say a few more words, before finally introducing Stephanie.
She strolled down the ramp staring straight ahead. Her mind was focused
on the task at hand, and nothing was going to distract her from that
goal. Vince was introduced, and he made his way to the ring. He stopped
to shake a few hands before climbing the steps and crawling through the
ropes.

As the announcer was finishing up, Stephanie stared at Vince with hatred
in her eyes. The man standing across the ring wasn't her Father. He was
an obstacle in the path of her dreams. That obstacle had to be cleared
away with extreme prejudice. No mercy would be shown, no quarter given.
Tonight, St ephanie McMahon would have everything she ever dreamed of.
The chance to humiliate Vince, was an added bonus.

Vince on the other hand, looked at Stephanie and smiled. She may be
younger then him, but he was vastly more experienced in the ring. And his
6 foot 2 inch, 220 pound frame, was much larger and more solid then her 5
foot 8 inch, 135 pound female body. His height and weight advantage along
with his wrestling knowledge, should be more then enough to trump her
youth. Stephanie was in deep trouble, Vince thought to himself. Maybe
this would teach her to keep her mouth shut from now on.

Both combatants were dressed in black. Stephanie in black shorts and top,
and Vince in black wrestling trunks and T shirt. The bell rang to begin
the match, and they approached each other slowly. Stephanie was notorious
for slapping her opponents and hitting below the belt. Vince was prepared
for her tricks and foul play. All he had to do was get her in the floor,
and it was as good as over. He could keep her pinned there with his
weight, and work on any part of her body he wanted to with his superior
strength.

As they got close to each other, Vince noticed Stephanie was staring at
his crotch. He hunched over slightly to help protect that vulnerable
area. That's exactly what Stephanie was hoping he would do. Still staring
at his crotch, she struck without warning.."WHOP!"..she bitch slapped him
so hard, it turned his surprised body half way around. With his back to
her, she wrapped her right arm around his neck in a choke hold and stuck
her knee in the middle of his back.

Stephanie pulled him back until he was off balance and struggling to stay
on his feet. This hampered his ability to try and break her choke hold,
and rendered his superior strength useless. Vince's face was turning
bright red, and breathing was nearly impossible because of the tight
choke hold she had on him. Stephanie held him long enough to sap some of
his strength, but she didn't want him to pass out. She wanted him to feel
every bit of the pain she was going to put him through.

Stephanie turned him loose and spun him around. Vince was slightly dizzy
from lack of oxygen, and defenseless against her next attack. With his
large arms dangling at his sides, he was wide open for anything she
wished to do.."WHOP!"..this time she back handed him, and his body spun
again until his back was to her. She grabbed his right arm and wrenched
it up his back in a hammerlock. Then she cupped his chin with her left
hand and bent him back again. He was right back in the same predicament,
but held in a different hold.

Bent over backwards and struggling to stay on his feet again, it took
longer for his dizziness to subside. Stephanie had ample time to work on
his arm, until it was in extreme pain. When the dizziness finally cleared
up, Vince ripped her hand away from his chin. Then he threw his butt back
into her body, and was able to break free and stumble away from her.
Stephanie smiled when she saw him favor his right arm. She had rendered
it unusable for the moment.

Not giving him a chance to think straight or recuperate, Stephanie
doubled up her fist and threw a punch at his balls. She stopped it about
three fourths of the way there, because it was a ploy to get him to cover
up and bend over. It worked like a charm. Vince saw it coming and covered
his privates, which brought his head down.."WHOP!"..her roundhouse left
handed slap landed so hard, he almost fell to the mat. Before he could
right himself to defend any attack, her right slap caught him flush in
the face.."WHOP!"..Vince staggered back with a bloody nose. Stephanie
kept up the pressure.

When Vince staggered back, Stephanie raised her foot and slammed him in
the chest.."WHAM!" He back pedaled to the ropes, bounced off, and came
stumbling back to her out of control. The left side of his face was met
by another hard bitch slap.."WHOP!"..followed by a back hand to the other
side.."WHOP!" With Vince still unable to control his stumbling body,
Stephanie stepped behind him and wrapped her right arm around his throat
again, and pulled him back.

She had something else in mind this time. She turned her body underneath
him, and reached down with her left hand to grab his leg. With the
stunned crowd gasping in amazement, Stephanie hoisted Vince up across her
back. She bent over slightly to balance his weight, and proceeded to bend
him in half. Vince was in a great deal of pain. His back and neck felt
like they were going to snap, and her arm was cutting off his breathing
again. He felt completely helpless.

Stephanie held, choked, and bent Vince over her back for about five
minutes. When she released him, he dropped to the floor with a whimper.
He was coughing and sputtering, trying to get his breathing to return to
normal. His back felt sprained, and his legs were slightly numb from
dangling in the air for so long. Stephanie impatiently stood in front of
him, with her hands on her hips. "Get your ass up old man. I'm not
through playing with you yet." Vince couldn't look at her, afraid she
would see the fear in his eyes.

"I said get up pansy ass." "NOW MOVE!" Vince struggled to his feet, and
backed off from her a little. "Where you going old man? Don't you want to
play anymore? The fun is just beginning Vince, so quit running and come
here." She took a step toward him, and smiled when he took another step
back. "There's no where for you to run wimp, so stand still and take your
beating like a man. Because that's exactly what I'm going to do to you
Vince, give you the beating of your life." "NOW COME HERE!"

Stephanie leaped on him like a jungle cat pouncing on food. He tried to
throw his arms up and ward her off, but it didn't do him any good. She
grabbed him by the throat and bent him back again. This time she knelt
down on her left knee and draped his body over her upraised right.
Holding him by the leg and chin, she bent his tortured back some more.
Vince tried to pry her hand away from his chin, but she pushed down hard
and made him scream.."AARRGGHHHHHHHHH!" "I'll break your back if you try
that again wimp."

Vince tried to hit her, but couldn't reach her with his left hand. His
right was trapped under her leg, and useless to him. He was totally
helpless and at her mercy. Stephanie bent his back until it was badly
sprained. Tears were flowing down both cheeks, as he whimpered through
the whole ordeal. She finally rolled him off of her knee, and stood over
his pain wracked body. "GET ON YOUR FEET OLD MAN, I'M JUST GETTING
STARTED!" Vince lie there crying.

Stephanie grabbed him by the hair and hauled him up. "I SAID GET UP YOU
WHINING LITTLE PUSSY! NOW OBEY ME!" She held him by the back of the neck,
and marched him over to the corner. Grabbing his shoulder for leverage,
she repeatedly banged his head into the turnbuckle.
"BAM!".."BAM!".."BAM!".."BAM!".."BAM!" He was groggy and couldn't focus
his eyes when she stopped and stepped in front of him.

"It's all over Vince, I own you." "WHOP!"..her right hand exploded
against his cheek. "Start begging little man or I'll really hurt you."
"WHOP!"..she backhanded him again. "You're beaten punk, so admit it."
"WHOP!"..another bitch slap. "I can do this all night if I have to."
"WHOP!"..the backhand knocked him to the floor. Stephanie calmly picked
him up and resumed his bitch slapping beating.

"Stay on your feet old man, or I'll torture your legs next. "WHOP!"..his
cheeks were beginning to bruise. "Every part of your pathetic body will
be in pain, if you don't start begging me to stop. "WHOP!"..the backhand
spun him around and nearly knocked him down again. Stephanie grabbed him
by the shirt with her left han d to hold him steady, and continued to
slap the shit out of him.

"Open that big mouth of yours and beg while you're still able to talk
wimp. "WHOP!"..your face is starting to swell up from the beating I'm
giving you little man. "WHOP!"..blood flew from his mouth from the
backhanded blow she delivered. "You're beginning to bleed old man, so
start begging. "WHOP!"..his cheek swelled a little further. "You're eyes
are out of focus and you can't stand without my help Vince, so beg."
"WHOP!"..his knees buckled from the backhand and he slumped to the floor.

"I warned you old man, now beg." "WHOP!".."BEG!" "WHOP!".."BEG!"
"WHOP!".."BEG!" "WHOP!".."BEG!" "WHOP!".."BEG!" "WHOP!".."BEG!" "OK, OK,
I'll beg. Please stop hitting me Stephanie, I give up. You win. No more
please. I give up. I give up." "That's better wimp. I want your stuff out
my MY OFFICE by tonight. I don't want to see anything of yours when I
come in in the morning, or I'll hunt you down and give you another
beating." "IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Yes Stephanie it's clear, I'll move it all out tonight. Just please
leave me alone." "Good boy. Make sure you take everything. I'm going to
leave word with security, that you are not allowed back in the building.
The WWE is mine now, and I won't tolerate you trying to undermine my
authority. This business is off limits to you for the rest of your life.
So, if you know what's good for you, you'll get out and stay out."
"UNDERSTAND?" "Yes Stephanie, what ever you say." "That's the right
answer old man. Good boy. For your sake, you best not be lying."

"I enjoyed our little match old man. I've wanted to do this for a very
long time, because you've needed a good beating for years. Now we've
settled the little matter of who's the toughest in the family. I always
believed it was me, but I never had the chance to prove it until now. I'm
going to leave you with a little parting gift now, and take a little
stroll around my new business. When you wake up, get your ass to my
office and start clearing out your stuff."

Stephanie smiled as she doubled up her fist and drew it back. Vince's
eyes got as big as tennis balls, and were filled with fright. His
trembling lips pleaded with her to no avail. "NO STEPHANIE, PLEASE
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" "SMMM.ACKKK!" His upper body flew back and his head
hit the floor between his legs. It slowly rose back up, and finally
landed at her feet. He was sound asleep, with his mouth bleeding all over
the canvas.

Stephanie smiled as she placed her foot on the side of his head and
raised her arms in victory. She looked down at the man she had beaten
soundly, and didn't feel one bit of remorse. She climbed through the
ropes and walked up the ramp, while the stunned crowd was cheering
loudly. Now the WWE had a woman owner, to manage the dominate wrestling
Divas. To Stephanie, all was right with the world.

At 8:00 o'clock the next morning, Stephanie opened the door to her
office. Every speck of Vince's t hings had been completely cleared out.
She smiled as she sat down in her chair, and looked the room over. This
was where she belonged. She kicked off her heels, leaned back in her
chair, and propped her feet up on her desk. As she was savoring the
feeling of being in charge, there was a knock at her door. The Divas
filed into the room, and congratulated her on taking over the business.
They were happy to have a woman in charge themselves.

Outside in the parking lot, an old man was carrying the last card board
box to his car. His chin was hanging down on his chest, and he was
fighting back the tears that threatened to fill his sad eyes. Vince
placed the box in the trunk, and turned to take one last look at the
place he loved so much. Right then, he vowed to find some way to gain
back control of his business. Somewhere out there, was a man that could
beat Stacy Keibler and all the other wrestling Divas. He had to find him.
Full of determination, he climbed behind the wheel and drove away.
Someday, he would be back. Hopefully, it wouldn't take to long.