STAR FEUDS # 1 : STEPHANIE McMAHON v. JOANIE LAUER ( CHYNA ) By Dark Cloud

This is the first in a series of fantasy stories depicting clashes between famous females who have a real-life grudge / rivalry / issue / feud.

We begin with two strong minded women who are well used to the fighting arena, coming from the wacky world of professional wrestling. The back story is that billion dollar princess Stephanie stole Joanie's boyfriend from her, no doubt using her position to help. Joanie left the WWE soon after and her career stalled, Stephanie meanwhile married her man. Neither have had much positive to say about one another since.

So I have brought them together in the arena of my mind and they will engage in brutal combat in a locked steel cage. Each woman has been given the opportunity to decide the stipulation should their opponent lose. These were announced at the press conference. Joanie went first " OK Steph, WHEN you lose you will be required to suck the cock of every male member of the WWE staff, wrestlers , writers, office staff , everyone that you lord it over".

Stephanie blushed at this suggestion but smiles as she announces her stipulation "OK Joanie , I accept but WHEN you lose you are going to have to undergo special treatment and become a man. After all you became famous because you were so manly well I'll pay for you to go all the way when I defeat you".

Joanie balked physically at that but was so confident and wanted to get her hands on Stephanie so badly that she agreed.

So with the stakes set so high both began extensive training and four weeks later they sat alone in separate dressing rooms ready for battle.

Stephanie sat alone in her dressing room. She was nervous but it was good nerves, she was certain she would prevail. In her heyday Stephanie knew that Joanie would have hammered her, she was too big, too powerful. But now Joanie was a pale shadow of what Chyna had been , since posing for Playboy she had dropped a lot of muscle and bulk and it showed in her now much more feminine physique. Nonetheless, Stephanie knew Joanie would be stronger so she had spent her month training in cardio exercises to boost her speed and endurance. She would tire her opponent down then beat her. As she sat on the wooden bench seconds before entering the fray she convinced herself she would win. She had to win, the prospect of defeat and what that meant was too hideous.

Joanie also sat alone with her thoughts in the next dressing room, putting the finishing touches to her costume. She had spent the month bulking up as much as possible and was feeling stronger than in years , still nowhere near her WWF peak but more than enough to ably deal with that stuck up little bitch ,Stephanie. A hard smile formed on her lips as she envisioned what she would do to her foe in a few short minutes. A knock on her door and " You're up now Chyna", was shouted. Yes, she was Chyna again.

Chyna strolled to the ring confidently to a mix of boos and cheers, she looked stunning in a sparkly purple robe that only just reached her thighs. She waved and slapped hands on route to the ring and when she got there she looked up at the large cage that faced her. It was fifteen feet high , was roofed in and was constructed of re-inforced wire mesh ( rather that the thick steel bars sometimes used ). Chyna stripped off her robe on the steps and tossed it to the timekeeper , revealing matching purple bra top and shorts , both sparkling. She did look stunning. Only now , as she entered the cage did she have doubts , she had signed the contract and if she lost then her whole life would be changed - and not for the better.

As Chyna stood inside the cage Stephanie's music played  but she didn't appear in the entrance way.Everyone craned their necks to see but still no Stephanie. Had she lost her nerve ?Chyna stood impassively in the cage staring intently at the entrance. After a full 45 second wait she appeared, smiling and ready for action. The majority of the crowd cheered her , seeing as how she played such face on screen and her opponent had had her character buried recently. Stephanie was dressed in shiny red PVC shorts and had a strong but revealing bra top. She strode to the ring purposefully but really felt the butterflies when she saw the imposing steel structure that she would soon enter. So she stalled and made a show of testing the sides as Chyna taunted her from within , calling her chickenshit and yellow.

Eventually, Stephanie could put it off no longer and mustered all her resolve and climbed the steps, moved under the top rope and stood face-to-face with Chyna across the ring. The referee came between them and as the MC announced their names and the stipulations to the crowd he ran over the rules.

"Ladies, you both know the stipulations facing you should you lose. Loser will be determined by pinfall or submission. There will be no count-out and no disqualifications. I repeat NO DISQUALIFICATIONS, anything goes. Are you both clear on that ?", both ladies nod slightly never taking their eyes of each other , "Good , when the bells rings get it on!". With that the referee stood back and the bell rang.

Wordlessly, the two combatants circled each other arms up ready to lock up. Chyna darted forward with her upper body and arms, making a grab for Stephanie, but she ducked back and bounced on her heels , a smile on her face at her speed training coming into use. Undeterred Chyna lunged forward again and again missed, this time barely keeping her balance. Stephanie's movement had taken her near one of the ring's corners and this time Chyna charged in quicker, trapped her foe and engaged a lock up. Powerwise this was no contest, Chyna may have been weaker than previously but she still more than overmatched her younger foe. Chyna muscled Stephanie around and with a mighty heave sent her flying onto her backside and rolling on the canvas until she slammed into the ropes and cage wall.
Stephanie looked up at Chyna slowly advancing across the ring with a scared look in her eyes. A look that said "I've bitten off more than I can chew". Chyna saw the look , smiled and softly said to her sprawling foe " Guess what princess, when you signed the contract both Vince and Shane were on the payroll. I can't wait to see that when you lose".

With an increasingly horrified expression on her face Stephanie backed away while still half-sitting on the canvas. That proved fruitless as Chyna burst into a sprint and stamped down hard on Stephanie's chest ( including her surgically enhanced puppies ) driving the wind from her. Chyna then reached down took a handful of Stephanie's long hair, pulled her to her feet then levelled her with a brutal short-arm clothesline. Stephanie crashed to the canvas feeling like her head had been disconnected from her shoulders and it took all she had to kick out at 2 when Chyna followed the move with a cover.

Stephanie's plans were out the window now and she had entered survival mode but could mount no defence when Chyna dropped a big legdrop across her throat and gained another 2 count. Chyna had no intention of hanging about, not when she considered the stakes should she lose. Through instinct Stephanie rolled to her stomach and made it to her knees and tried to pull herself up using the ropes. However, Chyna ran the length of the ring and smashed into her back, simultaneously driving Stephanie's throat into the middle rope and banging her forehead into the wire mesh.

Stephanie slumped down , her hands instinctively reaching for her sore head. "Aw ,got a sore head princess , let me help you", mocked Chyna. She reached down and pulled Stephanie up roughly by her hair again. By now Stephanie was between the ropes and the cage, Chyna turned her round to face the crowd and as hard as she could banged Stephanie face first into the wire mesh. She did that ten times , with the crowd cheering and counting each blow. After the tenth strike Chyna paused , saw that Stephanie was stunned , her eyes glazed over, smiled to the crowd then furiously rubbed her opponents face across the wire.

When finally Chyna released her grip of Stephanie's head she slumped to the ground and rolled back into the centre of the ring. This time as Stephanie looked up dazed she was surprised to find she couldn't see out of her left eye. When she blinked she could but it was tinged with read. Yes , Stephanie McMahon had been busted open and was bleeding from cut on her forehead. A bright crimson line coursed down her face from the wound and as she felt at it she was struck by a stiff kick from Chyna right on the wound. Chyna straddled Stephanie's torso and from the mount position unleashed a flurry of bare-knuckle punches right on the cut which opened it further , increasing the bloodflow. Chyna lifted Stephanie again and ran the length of the ring with her to drive Steph's face hard into the cage wall. Chyna held her in place and forced her injured head onto the mesh , as if she was trying to push it through the gaps .

With Stephanie thus weakened Chyna made her move to finish the contest and humiliate her opponent in one go. She pulled Stephanie to the centre of the ring and slammed her face first to the canvas. Then sitting on Stephanie's back she released the clasps to her bra top and pulled it off. She lifted Stephanie to her knees so everyone could get a good look at not only the blood caked face but the giant, plastic breasts of billion dollar princess Stephanie McMahon. Smiling Chyna hooked the bra top around Stephanie's throat then started to exert pressure to choke her out.

The ref , keen to end this one-sided massacre , quickly tried Stephanie's right arm - it fell lifelessly at one. On the second raise of her arm there was little sign of life but on the third she managed to keep her arms up somehow, she wasn't beaten yet. Seeing this Chyna cranked the pressure up on Stephanie's neck , squeezing it with all her might, her own forearm now marked with Stephanie's blood. Stephanie ignored the pain and launched her arm up and stuck her fingernails into whatever they found. They found Chyna's hair and pulled down in as sharp a tugging motion as she could manage.
Chyna gasped at the sharp pain to her scalp as the hair tore loose and instinctively released her vice grip on her opponent. Seeing her opportunity Stephanie shot her head up and, with a sickening crack, drove it straight into Chyna's masculine jaw. Chyna was knocked silly by the blow and fell right down and lay motionless on the canvas.. The crowd gasped, knowing that if Stephanie could cover her then she would surely be pinned. But Stephanie didn't realise it and even if she had , she was in no position do anything about it as she lay on her hands and knees , blood still slowly seeping from her forehead trying desperately to get air into her lungs as they felt like they were on fire.

With both combatants down the crowd stamped their feet and clapped, trying to encourage both. A minute passed and Stephanie was recovered enough to take in the situation and crawl over to make a lame cover. One ..Two...Somehow Chyna managed to lift her shoulder just as the ref's palm dropped to count three ( the mat banging beside her head rousing her , the rest instinct ).

Stephanie moaned in disbelief, she was sure that was it. Still, further recovered she straddled the still dazed Chyna's torso and with her magnificent giant tits bouncing with every blow launched an uncontrolled volley of slaps, punches and blows at her foe. The blows had nowhere near the power of Chyna's but made their mark nonetheless.

Stephanie realised she needed more and lifted herself up , standing over Chyna . She gave her three stomps then lifted her so her head was between her fleshy thighs. Steph then hooked her hands around Chyna's waist and used all her strength to lift her body up, then jumped up and brought Chyna's head crashing to the canvas in a piledriver move. Both ladies bodies crashed to the mat in a tangle of arms and legs.

Stephanie recovered first and crawled on top of Chyna to get another agonisingly close two count. Frustrated, Stephanie beat the mat in anger, an action which saw droplets of her own blood drop onto the canvas below her. She picked a limp Chyna up again and this time delivered a poorly executed version of her husband's finisher, the Pedigree but again Chyna kicked out. Steph slammed Chyna to the canvas again and climbed a corner turnbuckle, thinking that a blow delivered with the velocity of a drop from up on high would finish her opponent off for good.

Stephanie was still a little unsteady and took her sweet time getting to the top and was just turning round atop the turnbuckle when Chyna somehow made it to her feet and fell against the rope , unbalancing Stephanie and bringing her crashing down uncomfortably crotched on the metal buckle., her mouth wide in an agonized "O".

As her opponent balanced precariously Chyna tried to shake off her grogginess. She pulled herself over to the ropes and without thinking climbed up, hooked Stephanie's neck and delivered a crushing superplex that left both beauties flat out on the mat.

Finally, Chyna made it to her feet first she hauled Stephanie to her feet and whipped her into the rope and clotheslined her on her return. She did this again but this time , in desperation Stephanie hooked her arms into the ropes to stop her return journey. But in doing that her arms got stuck and seizing on the opportunity Chyna wound the arms tighter into the top two ropes so she was trapped and helpless.
Chyna moved in and delivered some vicious slaps to her foe before grabbing hold of Stephanie's head and , in an act that stunned the crowd , bit down hard on her wound. By now Stephanie's face was a shade of crimson. Chyna hooked her hands into Stephanie's shorts and said to her " Well Princess , you can submit now or later but if you do it now I won't strip your shorts off right now. Do you submit ?".

Stephanie shook her head and a collective gasp went up when in one fell swoop Chyna pulled Stephanie's shorts and panties off , leaving her tied in the ropes and buck naked. Her shaven pussy on display to the world. Forgetting her need to win Chyna took time to twirl the shorts around her head and further humiliate her rival, even going so far as to sidle up to Stephanie's naked body and suggestively flick her index finger up inside her. That was a mistake as Stephanie took the opportunity to headbutt Chyna , catching her right on the bridge of her nose. As she fought to free her hands , Stephanie got a second wind and once she had freed herself and cleared her eyes with a wipe of her hand, she launched a dropkick to Chyna that sent her smashing facefirst into the cage.

Chyna slowly made it to her feet only to see Stephanie charging at her full speed, Chyna ducked her head and flipped her attacker up and over her back. Stephanie went spinning uncontrollably into the air and smacked her back , hard into the cage strut. She fell vertically down , almost right on her head to the canvas and sprawled , already feeling a severe pain in her lower lumbar region.

Chyna saw Stephanie's plight and seized upon it , dragging her into the centre of the ring and applying a tight Boston crab hold, wrenching her injured back against it's spine. Stephanie screamed as the pain shot through her back and the ref asked if she wanted to submit, but with her bloody face she shook her head and battled on pulling herself to the ropes. Inch by inch she crawled to the bottom rope and eventually , in excruciating pain made it. But the ref just shook his head " It's NO DQ Stephanie , I can't make her break the hold ", he explained. At this she began to cry, which inspired Chyna to wrench back even harder, however, she pulled so hard she lost grip and slid off her opponent.

It was a brief respite though , as Chyna got up and delivered a  series of stiff stomps to Stephanie's injured back before smashing her knees down full force into her spine , eliciting a pained scream from her foe. Chyna then hoisted Stephanie up into  torture rack / backbreaker position  and used both arms to bend Stephanie's body against the grain. Stephanie could last no longer and submitted feebly to the referee.

As the ring announcer gave Chyna as the victor and the referee lifted her hand in victory the loser, Stephanie lay crying, bloody and beaten on the canvas. The referee and Chyna left the cage together once it was unlocked, however, Chyna ducked down and pulled a small bag from under the ring, grabbed a steel folding chair and nipped back into the cage. As security stood dumbfounded Chyna pulled a chain and padlock from the bag and secured the cage door. She then approached the downed Stephanie and using a pair of handcuffs from the bag , locked Stephanie's wrists behind her back.

Stephanie could put up little resistance but did look up to see what was happening. She heard the crowd loudly boo her opponent and looked up to see Chyna swinging the chair and smashing against Stephanie's head. Chyna delivered three similar blows , leaving the chair bent and misshapen and Stephanie McMahon lying unconscious on the mat.

By that time the security and medical staff had made it into the cage and Chyna left to a chorus of boos and with a cruel smile on her face.

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One month later Stephanie McMahon settled with a sigh of resignation onto her knees on a cushion. She was dressed in a smart business suit as ordered and once ready she called out " Number one ", and the first guy in a three hundred and twenty one strong queue came into her office and unzipped his pants. Stephanie nervously wetted her lips and started to fulfill her forfeit.