Stephanie v/s stacy - The Buildup

Stacy seeks revenge on Stephanie for raping her on national TV. She challenges Stephanie for a Match

After the brutal assault, Stacy was abandoned in a hospital parking lot. Summoning a reserve of strength, she managed to crawl to the emergency entrance. The medical staff rushed her inside, and she lost consciousness shortly after.

When she came to, she found an IV drip in her arm and her body covered in bandages. A doctor soon entered her private room. When Stacy asked what had happened, he explained that she would need to remain for some time to fully recover. Pressed for details about the incident, Stacy was not ready to share them and claimed she couldn't remember.

After the doctor left, Stacy reached for the medical report at her bedside. The document's clinical assessment was chilling. It listed her as a rape victim found with multiple injuries, including broken ribs, a cut lip, bite marks on her breasts, a disfigured vagina and anus, and cigarette burns on her private areas. The report also noted that forensic analysis had recovered the maximum possible number of samples: approximately 65 distinct DNA profiles from semen, urine, and saliva in her vagina.

Further down, a series of X-rays told their own stark story. The images, labeled "before removal," clearly showed a large butt plug lodged in her vagina and another in her rectum. The report also mentioned the removal of several bracelets, beads, and five used condoms from her vaginal canal by the hospital staff.

Reading the report, Stacy broke down, her tears flowing in disbelief. Her entire world had been turned upside down, and she was unable to process the totality of it. Yet, through the horror, a flicker of relief remained—she had survived.

As she recovered, the police attempted to question her about the events leading to her injuries. Stacy refused to cooperate, maintaining that she couldn't remember anything and had been unconscious the entire time, though this was a lie.

The officers then revealed the crux of their investigation. "Ms. Kiebler," one began, "people saw what happened on national television." They explained that because of the possibility it was a scripted storyline, they needed her to confirm if the assault was real or not. "The final frame we have shows Stephanie McMahon standing over you as you lay flat in the ring," the officer continued. "After that, the broadcast cut out, and there's no follow-up. We need to know if that was part of the show."

Stacy seized the opportunity, telling the police it was all a work—everything was scripted. She insisted there was nothing to worry about, claimed she didn't remember anything that happened after the cameras stopped rolling, and explicitly stated she didn't blame the company. As she spoke these words, a cold, calculated plan for revenge was already forming in her mind.

Stacy took two weeks to recover before being discharged from the hospital. Her first stop was the company's headquarters. There, she confronted the board of directors, blaming them for what had transpired. She threatened to press charges against the corporation unless they allowed her to take revenge on Stephanie. The shareholders, wary of a public scandal, reluctantly agreed. They cautioned her, however, that Stephanie was too powerful and far out of her reach.

"That's my problem to worry about," Stacy retorted. "She humiliated and raped me on national television. I'm going to do the exact same thing to her. All you have to do is wait and watch."

With that, Stacy turned and walked out of the office, leaving the silent board behind her.

The next night was Friday Night SmackDown. Stephanie McMahon strutted to the ring, microphone in hand, ready to cement her power.

“This is MY show now,” she sneered, voice dripping with arrogance. “I’m in charge. I call the shots. And if anybody has a problem with that… step into this ring right now and get your ass kicked—just like Stacy Keibler got hers!”

She dropped the mic with a smug smirk and turned to leave… when the Titantron flickered to life.

There stood Stacy—bruised, bandaged, but with fire in her eyes.

“Hey, bitch,” Stacy hissed, voice low and venomous. “Miss me? You should. Because after Sunday, you’ll never forget me.”

Stephanie froze halfway up the ramp.

“What you did to me wasn’t just cruel,” Stacy continued, stepping closer to the camera. “It was inhuman. It proved you’re not just a tyrant—you’re the worst kind of monster. But monsters can bleed. And I’m going to make sure you do.”

The crowd erupted as Stacy leaned in, her words ice-cold:

“This Sunday. Hell in a Cell. You and me, locked inside that cage. No escape. No mercy. I’m going to drag the animal out of you… and slaughter it in front of the entire world.”

She paused, a wicked smile curling her lips.

“And Stephanie? Remember this: a wounded lion… is the most dangerous one of all.”

The screen cut to black. The arena exploded

The Titantron snapped to black.

Stephanie stood frozen on the stage, the color drained from her face. The arena erupted into a twisted, deafening chant:

“SHE’S GONNA FUCK YOU UP! SHE’S GONNA FUCK YOU UP! SHE’S GONNA FUCK YOU UP!”

Stephanie forced a sneer, flipped the bird to the crowd, and stormed through the curtain.

Backstage, a producer nervously intercepted her.
“Steph… it’s official. Stacy went over your head. The board approved it. Hell in a Cell this Sunday. No way out.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened. “She did WHAT—”

WHAM!

A sickening crack echoed through the corridor. Stacy Keibler—steel chair in hand—had been waiting in the shadows. The chair blasted across Stephanie’s spine, dropping the billion-dollar princess to the concrete. Again. Again. Again. Shot after shot until Stephanie lay limp, gasping, no fight left.

Stacy tossed the chair aside, grabbed a fistful of Stephanie’s hair, and dragged her down the hallway like a broken doll. Cameras scrambled to keep up.

She kicked open the women’s restroom door and yanked Stephanie inside.

The camera followed—handheld, chaotic.

Stacy slammed Stephanie’s face against the porcelain rim of a toilet, forcing her head into the bowl. Water sloshed. Stephanie gurgled, clawing weakly at the seat.

Then Stacy stepped back, unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them down just enough. She lowered herself, planting her full weight across the back of Stephanie’s neck and head—pinning her face-down in the commode water. Not enough to break anything… yet. Just enough to make sure Stephanie couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe freely, couldn’t do anything but choke and listen.

Stacy lit a cigarette and smoked then leaned forward, voice a vicious whisper that the hard-camera mic barely caught:

You motherfucking bitch…
You humiliated me in front of millions.
You violated me.
You left me for dead in that parking lot like I was trash.

I’m not letting that slide.
You’re gonna pay… but not today.
But on Sunday, inside that cell, I’m gonna destroy you on live PPV.
Sunday’s gonna be bad, Steph… but right now? This is just the preview.

She leaned her head back and pee on the back of Stephanie's head. Draining down from the sides of her head onto her face Stephanie threw up.
Stacy then put out the cigarette on Stephanie's ass. And exhaled the smoke confidently.

Just to make sure she doesn't get up yet

She grabs a long wooden mop from the janitor’s cart just outside the door, snaps the mop head off, and—without a word—rams the thick handle between Stephanie’s cheeks as far as the position allows. A choked, inhuman scream rips out of Stephanie, half muffled by the water.

Stacy wedges the other end of the handle up under the coat hooks on the wall so Stephanie is impaled and literally hanging, unable to collapse or pull herself free.

Stacy crouches one last time, whispering so only Stephanie (and the hard-cam) can hear:

“Sunday, I'll destroy your body and your soul, you'll be at my mercy... Tonight? Tonight you remember what helpless feels like.”

She pats Stephanie’s wet hair almost gently, then walks out.

The door swings shut behind her.

All we hear is Stephanie’s broken sobbing and the slow drip… drip… drip… into the toilet as the screen slams to black as show goes off air

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