Trish Stratus

    

Age: 45

Height: 5'5

Weight: 125 lbs

Bust: 36D

Hometown: Toronto, Canada

Record: 2 - 0

Wins: Trish Stratus (65%) defeats Stacy Keibler (35%)

Trish Stratus (56%) defeats Celeste Star (44%)

Losses: N/A

Rivals: Stacy Keibler (1 - 0)

Trish Stratus (65%) defeats Stacy Keibler (35%)

Rivals: Alexa Bliss (0 - 0)

Tag Record: 0 - 0

Wins: N/A

Losses: N/A

Stacy Keibler vs. Trish Stratus

"Stacy Keibler, through her pre-match snarky comments about her "much older" opponent and blind siding and stripping a fellow WWE alum, had dug herself in a very deep hole. Now, with her teammates Alexa Bliss and Katrina Bowden forced to leave ringside, she was forced to face Trish without any outside interference. Stacy, despite gaining a small advantage at the beginning of the fight, using underhanded attacks to slow down her rival, was only able to delay the inevitable. Trish looked as if she hadn't missed a step, flawlessly executing signature move after signature move on her leggy foe.

Trish, after landing a stunning bulldog, drilling Keibler face-first into the canvas, grabs onto the hem of Stacy's top and snatches it off. Keibler shrieks, wrapping her arms over her chest in an attempt to shield her hot pink bra inadvertently allowing Trish access to Stacy's black booty shorts. The crowd roars with approval as Trish trips Stacy's shorts down her long legs, unveiling the blonde's treasured ass, clad in black, bikini-cut panties. Stratus' face breaks into a wide grin as she tosses Stacy's clothes out of the ring, basking in the cheers of the crowd.

Keibler, with her hands glued to her crotch and ass, slowly rises to her feet. Her face is flushed with an embarrassing shade of red. She stalks behind Trish and lands a horrific spinning heel kick, dropping Trish to the canvas. Stacy squats down and grabs Trish by the cheeks, shaking her uncomprehending face, and taunts her foe, "You thought you could humiliate me in front of all these losers in the crowd?! You thought you could just strip me and get away with it? News flash, bitch, it's not 2001 anymore!"

Stacy lands a crisp slap to Trish's face and stand over her foe's body, facing her feet. Stacy bends at the waist, lifts Trish's hips up and hooks her fingers into the waistband of Stratus' pants. The dastardly diva begins yanking the pants, revealing Trish's thong-clad ass to the jeering, yet appreciative, crowd. Keibler beams with delight, hoisting her rival's legs up high and slowly, teasingly pulling Trish's pants off, unveiling her entire ass until, suddenly, Trish wraps her legs around Stacy's torso, hooking them under her arms, and flips Stacy over.

Trish plants her thong-clad tush on Stacy's shocked, protesting features, grabs her long, kicking legs and hooks them under her arms causing Keibler's amazing ass to rise skyward. Stacy's entire face us buried deep in Trish's ass, due in part to her frantically shaking her head and Trish tauntingly wiggling her hip. Stacy's nose has dug it's way between her rival's cheeks and her tightly shut eyes are mercilessly blinded by a pair of firm, tan buns. Keibler's sight and smell have been stolen, devoid of any use by Trish's backside, leaving only the sense of touch left. Stacy, with her other two senses robbed, had a heightened sense of touch and could feel Trish's fingers lightly brush down her bent spine. She felt those same fingers curl into the waistband of her panties, sending the leggy blonde into hysterics. "NO! NONONOOO!" Keibler squeals but, with her voice muffled by Trish's ass, all that could be heard was, "MPH! MPHMPHMMMPH!" Trish broke into a wide grin as she effortlessly peeled Stacy's panties up her erratically kicking legs until they were completely removed. Trish climbs off of Stacy and hoists the black panties above her head. Trish has, for the first time ever, stripped Stacky Keibler of her panties, unveiling the leggy blondes smoothly-shaven pussy and bare, sun-kissed ass to the entire world.

The roar of the crowd is deafening as the men clamor in appreciation and the strobes from the photographers at ringside and in the crowd illuminate Stacy with their flashing strobe lights. Stacy is completely distraught, hysterically sobbing and throwing an absolute temper tantrum. She hastily scurries to her feet, her hands glued to her ass and crotch as Trish holds Keibler's panties high above her head. She glares at Trish and, taking a page out of Maria Kanellis' book, tries to take advantage of her rival's turned back. She sprints forward, her arm swinging out at Trish. But, sensing the canvas rumble, Stratus bends down and Stacy's arm swings through the air. The momentum causes Keibler to awkwardly twirl on her heels until she gets dropped by a brutal roundhouse kick from Stratus, dropping the bottomless blonde. Trish mounts Stacy, grabs one of her mile-long legs and pulls it up high, pinning Keibler and giving the fans and photographers a great view of her exposed snatch. The referee performs an emphatic three count and raises Trish's arm in victory.

Stacy curls up in a fetal position, softly sobbing as Trish stands vicariously over her body. "You're right, Stacy. It isn't 2001 anymore. Stripping you to your bra and panties just doesn't cut it anymore, " Trish squats down and whispers in Stacy's ear, "Just know what I did to you tonight was mild. You and your two little friends won't be able to show your bitchy faces in public once we get through with all of you." Trish punctuates her statement by balling up Keibler's discarded panties and shoving them in the blonde's quivering mouth, physically and symbolically shutting her up for the night."

- Submission by jdo90

Celeste Star vs. Trish Stratus
"It wasn't an official Buck Naked Beauties match, but these two seasoned performers had managed to strip each other completely naked nearly as quickly as Katrina Bowden and Michelle Trachtenberg. Ever the furious competitor throughout her fetish wrestling career, Celeste Star was finding out just how truly taxing a bout with the Queen Diva was. It was a brutal, grueling match-up to start her career against a real professional wrestler, but much to the surprise of many, Celeste was handling herself with incredible grace and grit.

Celeste's lithe, tanned frame straightened from a buckled slump, somehow posturing herself back upright after a crippling Powerbomb from Stratus left her lawnchaired and nearly incapacitated on her behind. The brunette's arms hung slack as she drifted back toward the blonde, Trish's chiseled, dripping frame a stark contrast to the wilting Star's. Celeste grit her teeth as the unyielding Stratus sidled up to her hip, throwing one of her arms around the brunette's cranium and pulling her close by the neck, nuzzling Star's cheek up against her mushrooming sideboob.

Star's knees buckled inward as she heeled herself at Stratus' side, whimpering and wobbling on her curling tippy toes as she was forced to slump forward, her lips trembling as Trish raised one hand triumphantly in the air preparing for her signature Stratusfaction.

Trish labored as she worked into a trot, walking Celeste toward the turnbuckle before vaulting atop the highest rope and springing backwards. The two stalled in mid-air as Celeste's quaking knees took their combined weight, drunkenly pirouetting before she was driven forehead-first into the canvas below. The brunette's skull whipped off the springy canvas as her slender torso momentarily buckled and trampolined off the mat, her arms awkwardly folded up beneath her curled, flexing abdomen before she slid slack. Star's plump, upturned ass quaked with fleshy convulsions as her lean legs slid apart into a split, her naked, bushy mound peeking through her tight thighs as she violently twitched and spasmed flat on her face. Leaving the brunette to gurgle face-down in a growing pool of her own slobber, Trish scooped the crook of one of her knees and tugged the spry, flexible stem all the way up to Star's chin, inviting a lewd, invasive view of the folds of flesh of her bare slit while the 3-count rang out.

If they weren't aware already, a replay of this extermination ought to teach any other bold Flyweights from stripping Trish Stratus."

- Submission by Taylor Hawkins

Celeste Star vs. Trish Stratus
"Trish was on the ropes and being stripped of her wrestling attire as Celeste had her dazed, “You have a body fit to play with, let's have the fans enjoy this as well” she teases as she yanks the pants off leaving a silver thong and matching bra as Trish shakes her head being pulled out of the corner and shown off. “Tit Stratus, I mean Trish!” Celeste mocks as she knees Trish making her bend over before being pushed to the mat onto her back.

Celeste is looking for a quality win over such a popular wrestling star, quickly pouncing as she reverse facesits the WWE legend drawing groans as she slaps her legs open. “Gonna make you love this loser” she smiles rubbing Trish’s thong slowly as Trish moans into her ass as it's pushed further into her face. Trish moaning louder as she lays there taking it to Celeste’s liking, the WWE legend moaning again as Celeste watches her body jerk as she orgasms underneath her. Celeste smiling as she stands up placing her foot on Trish’s face as the ref starts counting. The ref doesn’t even get out the first count as Trish yanks her foot forward as Celeste hits the mat awkwardly to Trish’s advantage, Celeste doesn’t realize whats going on as she is folded over as Trish lays across her as the ref jumps down and starts counting! “1… 2… 3! Trish is the winner!” He calls out as Trish stands up looking down at Celeste. “Come find me if you want a rematch, I'll make it fun for you” she taunts as she leaves."

- Submission by Celebrity Strapon Queen