Stephanie v/s Stacy - Hell in the cell part 1

Stacy and Stephanie are locked inside the hell in the cell and all hell breaks loose as two women's fight with all they've got

It's Sunday, and the PPV is live on TV: Hell in a Cell. All the matches have been completed, and it's now time for the main event, where Stephanie McMahon and Stacy Kiebler will be locked inside the cage. There are no rules, no disqualifications, and no way out.

JR: "Good Gawd Almighty, folks! Tonight, we are about to make history! For the very first time ever, two women will wage war inside the most demonic structure in sports entertainment: Hell in a Cell!

What’s brought us to this career-altering moment started three weeks ago on Raw. An enraged Stephanie McMahon, the Billion Dollar Princess, snapped! She accused the longest-legged, most stunning woman on the roster, Stacy Kiebler, of having a secret affair with her own father, the Chairman, Mr. McMahon! Stephanie claimed Stacy was sleeping with Vince behind her mother's back, using her beauty to climb the ladder of power in this company.

Three weeks ago on Monday Night Raw, folks, we witnessed something that crossed every line this business has ever known. Stephanie McMahon, consumed by jealousy and rage, didn’t just attack Stacy Kiebler – she brutalized her in the center of that ring.

In a scene I’ll never unsee, the Billion Dollar Princess tore Stacy’s clothes off, stripped her completely naked on live television in front of millions, and then… Good Gawd… she sexually assaulted her. She violated Stacy in the most degrading, sadistic way imaginable while the crowd sat stunned.

Time was frozen. And when the cameras finally cut to black, reports came in that a furious mob of fans stormed the barricade. Stacy Kiebler, humiliated and broken, was left defenseless as that raged crowd got their hands on her after the show went off the air. Nobody knows the full extent of what happened in those dark moments… but we all saw the bruises, the trauma in her eyes.

For weeks, Stacy vanished. Many thought her career – maybe even her spirit – was finished.

But folks, if you thought this war couldn’t sink any lower… last Friday night on SmackDown, Stacy Kiebler took it to a place even Hell itself might blush at.

Stephanie McMahon had barely finished cutting her latest venomous promo of her being the incharge, the alpha here and was storming up the ramp toward the back, thinking she could still slither away from the consequences, when the screen in the arena went black.

Then Stacy Kiebler’s face appeared on the TitanTron, cold as ice. No music. No warning. She didn’t scream. She simply stared straight through the camera and said the match was already signed, Hell in a Cell, no rules, no escape, and Stephanie had nowhere left to hide.

The Billion Dollar Princess tried to laugh it off in the aisle, but you could see the panic in her eyes. She turned to bolt through the curtain, and that’s where Stacy waiting in the shadows of the gorilla position. One brutal chairshots folded Stephanie in half. Before anyone could react, Stacy dragged her unconscious body through the backstage area, hauled her into the nearest restroom.

Inside those tiled walls, Stacy mounted Stephanie's face in the toilet, extinguished a cigarette on her exposed ass, and urinated directly onto the heiress’s head. Then, in a moment of pure sadistic cruelty, she jammed a mop handle deep into Stephanie's ass and wedged the other end into a wall-mounted coat rack, leaving her impaled, humiliated, and locked in place as the feed cut to black.

Tonight, one woman steps in seeking justice.
The other steps in praying for mercy that will never come.

Hell in a Cell isn’t big enough for what’s about to happen, folks."

Lawler : Ohhh baby! JR, I gotta be honest with ya, the last few weeks have been the greatest television I’ve ever seen in my life! Puppies, revenge, total humiliation; this is what wrestling’s all about!

That smug little Stacy Kiebler thought she could play in the big leagues, thought she could put her hands (and everything else) on the Billion Dollar Princess? Ha! I loved every second of Stephanie stripping that home-wrecking tramp naked on Raw and giving her exactly what she deserved right there on live TV! And then when the fans got their turn after the show went off the air? Chef’s kiss, JR! Absolute perfection!

But then that blonde bimbo had the nerve to come back, pee all over Stephanie’s million-dollar face, and stick a mop where the sun don’t shine? Ohhh, tonight that long-legged witch is gonna learn the hard way you do NOT cross a McMahon!

I can’t wait for Stephanie to lock that cell door and drag Stacy around that ring by the hair, rip every stitch of clothing off her again, and make her beg for mercy she ain’t gonna get! Stacy better realize her place is on her knees in front of royalty, and tonight the Queen is taking her throne back, one way or another!

Puppies are gonna fly, JR! This is gonna be delicious!

JR: Here we go, folks… the moment the entire world has been waiting for… or dreading. The lights in the arena drop to blood red. That demonic structure looms over the ring like Satan’s cathedral… 30 feet of unforgiving steel, wrapped in chain-link hatred. No rules. No escape. Only pain.

Lawler (practically bouncing in his seat):
Look at this place, JR! It’s hotter than a catfight in a sauna, and the puppies are about to be unleashed!

JR: The cell door will be chained shut… the only way in now is through the officials. And here comes the woman who started this nightmare…

Music : Style and grace i'm never gonna be done Lean on in now welcome to the Queendom

Stephanie McMahon steps through the curtain, and the arena reaction is deafening: half cheers, half venomous boos. She’s poured into a custom two piece black latex catsuit that gleams under the lights, high-neck, long-sleeves top and thigh-high stiletto boots clicking on the steel stage. It’s meant to scream dominance, but Good Lord, you can see it in her eyes.

She’s terrified.

Her hands are trembling at her sides before she balls them into fists. That trademark McMahon smirk is plastered on, but it’s cracking at the edges. She keeps glancing at the cell like it might bite her. Every step down the ramp is slower than the last, like she’s walking to her own execution.

Lawler (licking his lips):
Ohhh mama! Look at Stephanie in that latex! She looks like a billion-dollar dominatrix! Stacy’s gonna be put right back in her place tonight, I can feel it!

JR: King, that latex might be shiny, but it’s not hiding the fear. Stephanie knows what she did to Stacy Kiebler three weeks ago on Raw… and she knows what Stacy did to her on SmackDown. Tonight, one of them leaves broken forever, and right now the Billion Dollar Princess looks like she’s realizing she might be the one carried out.

She reaches the cell door… hesitates… then forces herself through the opening

The arena plunges into darkness…
JR : Here comes Stacy Kiebler… and whatever’s left of Stephanie’s confidence is about to be ripped to shreds.

a single, piercing white spotlight slices through the smoke. No music. Just the low, guttural roar of 20,000 people who know exactly what’s coming.

The curtain rips open.

And there she is.

Stacy Kiebler steps out like a soldier marching straight out of someone’s nightmare. Camouflage halter top stretched tight across her chest, matching micro-shorts riding low on her hips, legs that go on forever now looking like weapons all by themselves. In her right hand: a kendo stick.

But it’s the eyes, folks… Good Gawd, those eyes.

They’re dead. Hollow. Burning. Locked on Stephanie McMahon from the second she appears on that stage. No smirk. No posing. No playing to the crowd. Just pure, unfiltered murder staring through the chain-link, straight into Stephanie’s soul.

Lawler (voice cracking a little): Uh… JR… those aren’t the same puppy-dog eyes we used to know. That’s… that’s not the Duchess of WWE anymore. That’s something else.

JR: You’re damn right, King. Three weeks ago this woman was stripped, violated, and left for dead on national television. Two weeks ago she came back and made the entire world watch while she marked Stephanie McMahon like territory. Tonight she doesn’t walk to that ring… she hunts.

Stacy starts down the ramp. Slow. Deliberate. Every step echoes. The kendo stick scrapes along the steel grating (scritch… scritch… scritch), sending sparks flying. The crowd is on its feet, but half of them look afraid to even cheer.

She reaches the cell. Doesn’t break eye contact once. The official unlocks the door just enough for her to slide through like smoke. The second her boots hit the mat, the door slams shut again. Chain. Padlock. Click.

Stephanie backs into the corner, latex squeaking against the turnbuckle, hands up like she’s already begging. Stacy doesn’t blink. She raises the kendo stick, taps it once against her palm, and starts walking forward.

JR (voice barely above a whisper):
There’s no referee warning. No feeling-out process. No rules.

Just a broken woman with nothing left to lose… and the architect of her destruction trapped in a cage with her.

WELCOME TO THE HELL EVERYONE!

The bell rings and the match is underway

Stacy Kiebler takes one slow step forward, kendo stick resting on her shoulder.

Stephanie’s palms shoot up, mouth moving fast (pleading, bargaining), voice cracking. Stacy doesn’t blink. Stephanie suddenly spins and bolts, sliding under the bottom rope, sprinting across the ringside.

Stacy is already there over the other side .

CRACK The kendo stick lashes across Stephanie’s abdomen . A red welt blooms instantly. Stephanie screams, arches, stumbles forward into the cage. Stacy grabs a fistful of dark hair, throws her backward to the mesh, and swings again. CRACK This one slices across the back of Stephanie’s thighs. The Billion Dollar Princess drops to her knees on the ring side.

Stacy grabs her hair and yeet Stephanie head-first over the apron, back through the ropes, and hurls her into the ring. Stephanie tries to crawl away on all fours; the kendo stick whistles down again CRACK right between the shoulder blades. Another CRACK across the ass. The latex splits along the seam with the last shot.

Stephanie scrambles blindly toward the corner, collapsing chest-first against the bottom turnbuckle. She curls there, arms laying over the bottom ropes, trembling, face burried into the turn buckle, latex torn and glistening with sweat with her flesh shining through the gap.

Stephanie scrambles around, pressing her back to the bottom turnbuckle, eyes wide with terror as Stacy’s lips curl into a cold, triumphant smile.

Stacy hooks her thumbs in the waistband, shoves the camouflage shorts down her legs reveling her pink thongs and kicks them aside, then plants her ass and everybody knew what's coming, the entire arena explodes into a deafening, frenzied roar. Stacy forces her right into Stephanie’s screaming face, grinding mercilessly.

JR (absolutely losing his mind): BAH GAWD ALMIGHTY, THAT’S A BRONCO-BUSTING, FILTHY, NASTY STINKFACE, SHE’S SMOTHERING STEPHANIE MCMAHON’S FACE WITH REVENGE AND THE ARENA JUST EXPLODED!

JR: SHE'S DONE IT! STACY KIEBLER HAS JUST EXACT-A-VENGED HERSELF ON THE BILLION DOLLAR PRINCESS! LOOK AT THE HUMILIATION! Stephanie McMahon is a heap in the corner, a broken, sweat-soaked mess, the stench of defeat and worse clinging to her face!

Stacy Kiebler rises slowly, a predator admiring her kill. She snatches her camouflage shorts from the mat, yanks them up her long legs in a hurry, not even bothering to fasten the button or the chains. As she turns her dead eyes back to the whimpering heiress. Stephanie is splayed out flat on her stomach, trying to crawl, trying to find any escape, but there is none.

Lawler: Oh no, JR, she's not done! She's getting that stick again! Somebody stop this!

Stacy strides over, the kendo stick held high like a guillotine. She stands over Stephanie's trembling body and brings the stick down with a sickening THWACK across the back. Stephanie's body jackknifes, a silent scream tearing from her lungs. Before she can even process the pain, THWACK! A second shot lands right across the ribs. And then, for good measure, THWACK! A third, brutal shot cracks against the back of her shoulders, leaving her completely limp and motionless on the canvas and the stick is broken.

JR: SHE'S BEATING HER LIKE A DOG, KING! THERE'S NOTHING LEFT IN STEPHANIE MCMAHON!

Stacy tosses the broken kendo stick aside. Her gaze falls to the torn latex on Stephanie's ass, the fabric split from the earlier kendo shot. A final, cruel idea flashes in her eyes. She kneels down, hooks her fingers into the gaping rip, and with one savage, deliberate motion, RIPS! The sound of tearing fabric echoes through the silent arena as the black latex is shredded away, leaving Stephanie McMahon's bare, exposed ass to the cold air and the thousands of watching eyes.

JR: GAWD ALMIGHTY, SHE'S BEEN STRIPPED BARE! THE BILLION DOLLAR PRINCESS IS LAYING BUTT NAKED IN THE MIDDLE OF THAT RING! HOW UTTERLY, COMPLETELY HUMILIATING! KING, LOOK AT THIS! SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO WEAR A PAIR OF PANTIES IN THERE!

Stacy’s eyes lock on the hard camera, her breath slow and icy as she lets a dark smile curl across her lips. She reaches down to grab Stephanie’s leg, ready to drag her into position for whatever she had planned next.

But Stephanie suddenly twists, plants her free foot and fires a desperate kick straight into Stacy’s face. The shot lands with a sharp crack and Stacy stumbles backward, dropping to the mat in shock.

JR: She caught her flush! Where did that come from?

Stacy shakes her head, dazed, but before she can recover Stephanie lunges forward on instinct alone. She crashes onto Stacy and starts throwing wild, frantic punches. Left, right, another right. Not clean, not pretty, just raw survival. Stacy raises her arms to shield herself, rolling with the blows until the burst of energy in Stephanie burns out.

The two collapse side by side on the canvas, breathing hard, and Stephanie's pussy in full display.

For a moment neither moves. Then, slowly, painfully, both begin to push themselves up. Stacy reaches the ropes. Stephanie tries to get her knees under her.

And that’s when Stephanie’s hand brushes against the broken half of the kendo stick lying nearby.

Stephanie grabs the stick in desperation and swings with everything she has.

CRACK

The jagged end smashes across Stacy’s face, stopping her mid-rise and sending her collapsing flat onto her back.

JR: Good lord! Stephanie McMahon just flattened Stacy Kiebler with what’s left of that stick! I don’t think Stacy even knows what just happened

Stephanie drops the weapon and falls to her knees, chest heaving, staring at the damage she’s just done. The crowd roars, the Hell in a Cell rattles, and for the first time all night, momentum shifts back into Stephanie’s hands.

As we go for a commercial break!

Author : Next episode drops soon so no need to hurry the story to the end, enjoy the match and keep your feedbacks coming.