Trish of course

Stephanie finds her desired toy, taking her confidant strides, the Billion Dollar Princess’ tan slacks hugging her fit bubble butt with every high heeled step. She approaches the unoccupied apparatus, bending over at her waist eliciting loud cheering and cat calls from the males in the crowd, happily enjoying the sight of Stephanie’s bent over ass stretching her slacks even tighter to her backside.

Steph grabs hold of the waistband, slowly straightening back up to a standing pose, staring at the attached monster of a cock. She looks visibly impressed seeming to be comparing in her head to her husband, Triple H’s sledgehammer, glad she wasn’t the one in danger of taking on this beast. Stephanie doubting to herself that she could take this full member inside of her, but knew a certain diva with a lengthy backstage list who very well could easily take this on without batting an eye or breaking a sweat, as she looked back over her shoulder with an evil grin at just that woman.

“You know Trish, I know my dad got shorted on the chance to have those puffy lips of yours pucker up and kiss his ass. I thought when I came out here to save poor Stacy from you, that I would takeover where he left off and finally get you to rightfully kiss a McMahon ass. Well, looks I’ll have to wait, cause it seems you have such a thing for Stacy’s backside, you tripped over yourself to get a big, fat long kiss of that naked booty.” The crowd cheers loud. “Hell you just grabbing & massaging her ass got you so horny that your thong turned a darker shade of red from how wet that got you.”

Stephanie kneels down, untying Trish’s wrestling boots, removing them. Followed by her small ankle socks, leaving the ‘Diva of the Decade’ in nothing but her bra. “Oh, but Trish, I’m not coming out of this night satisfied solely on you in your bra with your face attached to Stacy’s ass. I’m sure you secretly would love it, oh yeah by the way all the girls in the back know, about you & Stace in the hotel room at ‘Mania weekend. But, in order for the full effect to kick in, this needs to come off bitch.”

Stephanie unhooks the back of Trish’s red mesh bra, letting it dangle from her shoulders as do her D-cup breasts, until finally Steph has had enough. She violently tears the bra off Trish’s limp body, holding it up like a championship belt, as the crowd explodes in cheers at the holy grail of diva sights in front of them. The dream of many a horny teenage boy, Trish Stratus is butt ass naked! Stephanie swings the removed bra for a few moments before discarding it into the crowd.

“Well everyone, Trish Stratus is here, naked in her birthday suit in front of the entire WWE universe. This marks the 1st time in the history of the company that any performer, male or female, has been stripped down in the ring of all their clothes. Your welcome fans, bask in this amazing time, as I guarantee we will never see another female end up like this fake, Trish Stratus.”

Stephanie lifts her arm back, whipping it as hard as she can. *WACK* Stephanie’s right hand stinging Trish’s naked right asscheek, then again, this time winding up with her left arm towards Trish’s fleshy left buttcheek. *WACK* The left asscheek visibly quaking like the right, both recovering from Steph’s full **** smacks. Meanwhile, still not a flinch from the incapacitated Stratus, as Stephanie winds up her right hand further back than before. *WACKKK* Stephanie making direct contact with both cheeks simultaneously, leaving Trish’s whole ass wobbling like a flesh colored bowl of Jello, covered by three bright red forming handprints across the ample ass. Trish fails to move, while Stephanie smirks from eat to ear, while crouching down next to her spank toy, posing for the camera.

Stephanie stands back up, looking down upon the reddened backside of the nude Canadian, thinking to herself before flashing an all too familiar smirk to the crowd.