Justin Roberts stood in the ring, a microphone in his hand but he said nothing, as if waiting for something to happen first.
She’s Got Legs!
She knows how to use them!
“Ladies and Gentlemen will you please welcome to the ring, a former WWE Women’s Champion, and your first FFA Diva to grace the stage, Stacy Keibler” Justin’s voice boomed over the system.
She never begs!
She knows how to choose them
The fans were shocked and it showed in their very mixed reactions to the announcement. It was a well known fact that Stacy had retired, swearing that she would never set foot again in the WWE. Fortunately for Stacy this was no longer the WWE and she had never mentioned not appearing under a different banner.
She's holdin' leg,
Wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them?
If you could only find them.
Miss Legs herself walked out onto the stage to the chorus of cheers and jeers coming from the die hards and the new bloods in the stands. The Diva was dressed to kill in a pair of patent leather pumps that made her long legs miles longer until her toned thighs disappeared under a short, pleated, white skirt. Her flat, tanned stomach was exposed as the shirt she was wearing was nothing more than a white and black lace tube top.
Stacy was all smiles as she walked down the ramp, blowing kisses to all sides of the arena. Slowly she ascended each metal step and then walked across the apron till she was centered on it. With a devilish grin on her lips she gave a little shake of her behind, hiking the already short skirt even higher. Ever so slowly she lifted one perfectly tanned leg and threaded it over the top rope. Stacy laughed as she bent over and the fans cheered loudly when she gave them that classic view as she snaked under the top rope and into the ring.
Once inside the ropes she accepted the microphone from Justin who then left to give her the moment she had requested. “That’s right Ladies and Gentlemen, the rumors are true! Stacy Keibler is back to entertain you here and you at home.” Stacy paused for reaction, receiving the same pop she had once demanded with her very presence.
“But I am not here to sit on the sidelines and let the arrogant men backstage push me around. I am not here to have every Diva spit on me and deem me unworthy. I am not here just to be a pretty face.” The music in her voice had gone out and the screams and shouts died down. Stacy turned to face the stage, a scowl of disapproval on her face.
“This time there will be hell to pay for everyone back there who has hurt me, humiliated me, and beaten on me. This time there will be no mercy, no forgiveness, and no limit to the wrath I am going to rain down on the FFA. A new brand. A new show. A new Stacy Keibler.” The ferocity in her words was unlike anything anyone had ever heard coming from Stacy and if they weren’t worried they should have been.
“But I cannot do this alone. There are a few backstage who I call friends and they will help me get my revenge. There is one though, one person, one girl in particular who I will be proud to have stand beside me. She is a Diva who I can stand beside and know, not think, KNOW that she is every bit as capable as me. Ladies and Gentlemen, turn your eyes to the stage and welcome to the FFA Miss TORRIE! WILSON!”
She’s Got Legs!
She knows how to use them!
“Ladies and Gentlemen will you please welcome to the ring, a former WWE Women’s Champion, and your first FFA Diva to grace the stage, Stacy Keibler” Justin’s voice boomed over the system.
She never begs!
She knows how to choose them
The fans were shocked and it showed in their very mixed reactions to the announcement. It was a well known fact that Stacy had retired, swearing that she would never set foot again in the WWE. Fortunately for Stacy this was no longer the WWE and she had never mentioned not appearing under a different banner.
She's holdin' leg,
Wonderin' how to feel them.
Would you get behind them?
If you could only find them.
Miss Legs herself walked out onto the stage to the chorus of cheers and jeers coming from the die hards and the new bloods in the stands. The Diva was dressed to kill in a pair of patent leather pumps that made her long legs miles longer until her toned thighs disappeared under a short, pleated, white skirt. Her flat, tanned stomach was exposed as the shirt she was wearing was nothing more than a white and black lace tube top.
Stacy was all smiles as she walked down the ramp, blowing kisses to all sides of the arena. Slowly she ascended each metal step and then walked across the apron till she was centered on it. With a devilish grin on her lips she gave a little shake of her behind, hiking the already short skirt even higher. Ever so slowly she lifted one perfectly tanned leg and threaded it over the top rope. Stacy laughed as she bent over and the fans cheered loudly when she gave them that classic view as she snaked under the top rope and into the ring.
Once inside the ropes she accepted the microphone from Justin who then left to give her the moment she had requested. “That’s right Ladies and Gentlemen, the rumors are true! Stacy Keibler is back to entertain you here and you at home.” Stacy paused for reaction, receiving the same pop she had once demanded with her very presence.
“But I am not here to sit on the sidelines and let the arrogant men backstage push me around. I am not here to have every Diva spit on me and deem me unworthy. I am not here just to be a pretty face.” The music in her voice had gone out and the screams and shouts died down. Stacy turned to face the stage, a scowl of disapproval on her face.
“This time there will be hell to pay for everyone back there who has hurt me, humiliated me, and beaten on me. This time there will be no mercy, no forgiveness, and no limit to the wrath I am going to rain down on the FFA. A new brand. A new show. A new Stacy Keibler.” The ferocity in her words was unlike anything anyone had ever heard coming from Stacy and if they weren’t worried they should have been.
“But I cannot do this alone. There are a few backstage who I call friends and they will help me get my revenge. There is one though, one person, one girl in particular who I will be proud to have stand beside me. She is a Diva who I can stand beside and know, not think, KNOW that she is every bit as capable as me. Ladies and Gentlemen, turn your eyes to the stage and welcome to the FFA Miss TORRIE! WILSON!”
