Something to ruin Stacy’s career & image

Trish finishes her slow, dramatic showing by placing her hands on her waist. The arena-filled crowd was left in stunned silence, Trish Stratus stood tall proudly displaying what she put on, a very large (maybe 10 inch) strap-on.

Stacy was confused, why was the crowd so quiet knowing she was hanging there as the first WWE diva ever to be stripped of her panties and left bottomless, then the image changed on the titantron. Stacy got the reason why very quickly, and knew if things didn’t change quick, Trish would add more than just her wrestling career to the list of things she ruined on this night.

Trish turned back to facing Stacy’s ass, which was acting almost as a billboard invitation to do what she wanted with it, Trish bent down and finishing the removal of Stacy's panties. Stacy now had been technically stripped bottomless, as Trish emphatically threw the discarded undies into the crowd, once again causing a brawl amongst the horny male audience.

“So, I’m sure all of you are anticipating what I may do with this 11-inch beauty I have strapped around my waist. I’m sure there’s alot of you guys also jealous by it, along with the women here wishing their man had a ‘package’ like this.” Trish paused, “But, before we possibly give you all the biggest show the WWE has ever seen, maybe we all need to see what Ms. Keibler here no longer has covered up.”

Trish walks over beside a near hyperventilating Stacy, wrapping her arms just her small boobs and lifting her upper body upward, giving the ringside camera the view Stacy never wanted anyone to see. The feed pops up on the screen, followed the loud, hearty laughter coming from Trish, still holding up Stacy’s upper body. “Wow, Stacy I never would’ve thought you for well, neglecting to landscape the lawn. That’s quite the blonde bush you have there, I guess that’s what 8+ months without sex with a man can do to some women huh?”

Stacy can only close her eyes, ashamed of having her very personal sexual business openly spewed to the whole world, just affirming that she had confessed more intimate details to her “friend” and regretted every in confidence moment they had shared. Trish let go of Stacy’s body, letting it flop back down limply, before she kneeled down next to Stacy. She moves her right arm under the middle rope, approaching Stacy’s naked bottom half before she guides her hand downward, through the abundant blonde hair making up Stacy’s bush. Keibler stiffens her body as she feels the probing fingers starting to navigate through her pubic hair, her breathing getting heavier as Trish continued to make her descent towards Stacy’s pussy.

Trish smirks widely as she reaches the very top of Stacy’s vagina, feeling it was very very wet & warm, like she was on the brink of orgasming right then. Of course, the just removed wedgie of her panties had alot to do for that, more so than her current embarrassing bottomless situation. Trish moves her entire hand down Stacy’s exposed womanhood, eliciting a muffled moan from Stacy’s sealed lips, until the slow pace of movement teases Stacy to the point where she did the unimaginable. She begins thrusting her lower half, her ass flexing with each thrust, until she starts dry humping Trish Stratus’s hand. After a couple teasing playful palm taps to Stacy’s pussy, Trish removes her hand completely, leaving Stacy deprived of the approaching orgasm she did & didn’t want.

Trish stands back up, going behind Stacy once again, approaching the prone backside of the horny Keibler. The 11-inch monster attached to Trish’s belt now just mere inches from Stacy’s ass & as Trish reaches out, about to grab onto her body...