Her rival, Trish

The crowd roared as Stephanie gleamed, they had no idea what else she could possibly have in mind to further demean the stripped & spanked Stratus. Steph’s stature in the company and as an aspiring businesswoman left many surprised to see her go as far as she already had, stripping & exposing another female naked on live worldwide cable television. It seemed the ‘Boss’ daughter’ had let her ill will & hatred get the best of her, tossing aside her out of ring gravitas to take matters into her own hands, like just another diva. But, she had waited years for the moment to really humble this stuck up bitch, and she wasn’t going to let it pass her by.

Stephanie elegantly removed each of her fancy tall heeled shoes, exposing her bare feet, raising another bout of whistles & cat calls from the arena crowd. She began reaching towards the front of her tan colored sport jacket, undoing the top button, further emphasizing the significant strain her large chest put forth on the top of her jacket along with the one remaining button holding it shut. She followed suit, unbuttoning the last remaining button. Steph shook her shoulders, shimmying the jacket down her arms, while puffing out & shaking her 34D breasts as she did so further adding to the teasing of the male audience. While her bra wasn’t immediately visible, her very snug black blouse certainly accentuated her shaking chest. Finally, Steph dropped her jacket to the canvas, standing tall with her tan slacks hugging her curvy backside and black blouse crafted tightly to her even curvier bosom.

“Everyone knows to have fun, you got to let loose & be a little more comfortable, am I right?” The crowd roars in agreement, as Stephanie grabs the bottom of her blouse above her pants, and pulls the bottom tucked in portion of her blouse up & out of her slacks. Only a slight glimpse of her stomach is visible as the blouse exits her pants, but far below her chest. “Ah, there we go. That’s much more comfortable.”

Stephanie bends down, picking up the significantly sized strap-on by the belt once again, looking out to the crowd. “So, who here wants to move on to the real fun of the evening?” Stephanie bends over slightly, lifting her left leg up and putting her foot in one hold of the harness, followed slowly by her right leg and then pulling it up to her waist. There stood Stephanie McMahon, professionally dressed in her tan slacks & black blouse, holding up a strap-on around her waist in the middle of a WWE ring.

“Something doesn’t feel right here. I mean, I think for this I’m severely overdressed.” Stephanie lets go of the harness, letting it land at her feet & stepping out of it. She reaches under the bottom of her untucked blouse, undoing her designer belt, yanking it out of her slacks & dropping it to the canvas.

“You know I have a feeling, and I can’t ask Trish here for confirmation on this, but I don’t think it’s typical to wear bottoms under something like this.” Stephanie points down at the strap-on. “So, guys consider this your lucky day and cherish the sight you’re about to get, cause it’s a 1-time thing.”

Stephanie reaches both hands back under the front of her blouse, with a visible jockeying, then her hands come out. Without warning, we see a blur of tan shoot down from under Steph’s blouse, followed by visible tanned thigh until we see a pair of tan slacks puddled around the feet of Stephanie. Fact, Stephanie McMahon had just publicly, unprovoked dropped her pants on cable television! She lifts her feet, stepping completely out of her pants, and stamds with her blouse long enough to hide her backside & choice in panties as the crowd roars.

“Well now that I feel more appropriately dressed, at least down there, time to strap up!” Stephanie picks up the harness, slowly lifting each leg until the harness reaches just below her ass. Marking the first sign of apprehension, Steph takes a deep breath, before pulling it up. The pulling causes her blouse to raise up as the harness comes up, bringing Stephanie’s round & fit backside to come into view, also giving away she wasn’t wearing briefs this evening. The final tug brought the harness just high enough in the back to bring up her blouse and give the crowd a prime peek at what the Billion Dollar Princess chose for panties.

The anticipation built amongst the crowd, any sight of Stephanie’s underwear was a true blessing, as she had only shown off a black bra a couple times that concealed her well endowed chest. But, tonight Steph was giving the show the crowd wanted as her ‘Billion Dollar Backside’ hung out, leading up to none other than the smallest thong seen this evening. Neither Stacy or Trish had sported a thong this small tonight, or maybe ever in a ring, as it only had the tiniest bit more fabric than what some of the g-strings these other 2 had worn doing photoshoots. Showing a different side of Stephanie, the thong was adorned with leopard print.

Stephanie finished tightening the straps around her waist, making sure the harness was tightly secure on her, and began approaching the prone rear of Trish Stratus, again. But, this time games were done, and Stephanie wanted to ruin Trish forever in the most humiliating way possible