Revenge

She wanted revenge after he killed her father, and would stop at nothing to get it.

Applying the deep red lipstick to her lips, she finally finished her make up ready to work her shift. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wore black stocking with red bows on the top, a red and black baby doll which showed her perfect curves and displayed just the right amount of cleavage. Her hair was down and wavy, and her makeup was smouldering, all together she was oozing sex appeal. Sighing as she knew that her shift was starting, she bowed down her head and remembered why she was doing this.

Stacy Keibler was just four years old, wearing a black dress and holding onto her father's hand, Gary Keibler. The two of them walked into a room filled with people, most of who were crying and offering their condolences. Stacy held onto her father's hand tighter as they made their way closer towards a dark oak wood coffin. She looked up at her father and for the first time ever saw sadness on his face, as he said goodbye to the person in the coffin. Her father then picked her up.

"Stacy it's time to say bye to mummy now, she's going to heaven"

Looking down at the coffin was Stacy's mother, Patricia Keibler. She wore a red gown and looked beautiful like she always did, her blonde locks flowing down and her lips red as rose, and her eyes were closed.

"Why's mommy sleeping daddy?"

Her dad choked down the tears that were threatening to spill and kissed his daughters head.

"Why's mommy leaving us and going to heaven? Did I do something wrong?"

"Stacy this is not your fault, never blame yourself. Your mum isn't going to wake up Stacy and so she has to go to heaven, where God will take care of her"

"Daddy I don't want her to go"

"Neither do I, but sometimes we have to say bye to the people we love"

"I hope God takes good care of her"

"He will"

"Bye mommy"

Stacy had always lived a charmed life, her father had always given her what she wanted, always sent her away to the best boarding schools, and always protected her by having a team of security constantly watch her, but one thing he never gave her was answers. Why did she need security watching her, why did he send her to boarding schools away from him, and where did his money came from.

Stacy was eighteen and finally had finished her last year at the boarding school her father sent her to. She was sat in the back of a Range Rover her father had sent for her to be picked up in driven by a member of his security team, Dave.

"Take it dad couldn't come" Stacy said rolling his eyes

Dave shook his head

"Tied up with business again?" Stacy sighed

"I'm afraid so"

After the two hour journey Stacy finally arrived home, but straight away something didn't seem right. The black gates and been driven into, Dave drove further along and the windows were smashed and the front door was no longer there.

"Stacy" Dave said turning around to look at her as he loaded his gun, he then pulled out a blade and handed it to Stacy "I need you to take this and go to the safe house"

Before Stacy or Dave had the chance to exit the vehicle, two men had emerged from out of nowhere. One of the men who had short black hair pulled opened the driver's door and dragged Dave out, he then pulled out his gun and shot Dave dead, causing Stacy to scream in fear, but her screams were muffled by the second man who had entered the car. His hand was covering her mouth, Stacy was trying to break out of his hold but it was no use as he was too strong for her. The man with short black hair then climbed into the driver's seat and proceeded to drive away from the house. Stacy now had tears streaming down her face. This morning she woke up happy to be going home, now she was being kidnapped and had no idea why. Realising she still had the blade in her hand she tried to conceal the weapon. The man, whose hand had been covering Stacy's mouth, had now removed his hand. Stacy turned to face him and was surprised by how young and handsome this man was. He had short brown hair and a well-built physic, but his eyes were ice blue, and showed no signs of fear.

"Why are you doing this?" she sobbed

The man looked down at Stacy and smirked "Because we need to teach your daddy a lesson"

"Why, what's he done?"

"Are you aware of where daddy's money comes from?" He asked "The money that has brought you the big house you live in, the fancy cars you drive in" he then paused and brought his hand to her dark brown locks pushing them out of her face, then moved it down to the strap of the blue playsuit she wore "The money that pays for clothes that you wear"

"He's a businessman" she whispered, which both men to erupt into laughter.

"You'll find out soon enough what kind of 'businessman' your father really is" replied the man before he pulled out of cloth and put it over the young brunette's mouth causing her to pass out.

Stacy awoke to darkness and felt that her wrists and feet were restrained by what she didn't know. She had never been so scared before and didn't know why this was happening to her, they wanted to teach her father a lesson but why. A million thoughts were rushing through her head.

"Wake up princess" she heard someone say, while they removed something.

Stacy opened her eyes and realised that she had been blindfolded; her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the light. She looked down and saw that she was seated on her chair and her wrists were tied to the arms with rope, and her feet were also tied together with rope. She then saw the man with dark hair who had been driving stood in front her with a camera. Then the second man emerged from the door talking on his phone.

"See, now you either meet me or poor little Stacy will get it" he said as he stood behind Stacy, and began to stroke her hair, causing Stacy to flinch. The man then pressed the phone against her ear.

"Stacy" she heard the familiar voice say.

"Daddy" Stacy scream "Daddy please help me. I'm really scared. Why are they doing this?"

"Stacy, listen to me everything is going to be okay and I'll tell you everything"

The man then pulled the phone away "I mean it Gary; Randy Orton is a man of his word". He then moved in front of Stacy.

"Such a pretty girl" he said as stroked her cheek causing Stacy to turn away, he then began to untie the ropes and free her. "Let's go and see daddy shall we"

Randy had taken Stacy to an abandoned warehouse. As soon as they entered it Stacy saw her father and ran towards him. Gary held onto his daughter almost as if it would the last time he would see her.

"Listen I'm not what you think I am. Stacy I've done some bad things in life and you're the only good thing. The reason I've never told you anything is because I didn't want you to be involved in any of this and all your life I've done my best to protect you, I didn't want you to suffer the same fate as your mother, all the answers to your questions lie with your aunt Maria"

Randy came over and pulled Stacy away from Gary. He pulled out a gun from his back pocket. "How noble of you save your daughter's life by giving up your own"

Stacy looked at Randy "No please" she begged him.

"Too late princess" he smirked as he pulled the trigger, releasing the bullet brining an instant death to Gary Keibler. "Now I told your father I would spare your life, but that's all I said" he said as he came closer to Stacy.

Stacy saw the lust in his eyes and knew she was in danger, she tried to run from him but there was just a wall behind her. Placing her hands in her pockets she felt something in there, it was the blade that Dave had given her. She turned to face him with tears in her eyes.

"Don't cry" he said as he came towards her, and slowly began kissing her neck. This was Stacy's opportunity. She pulled the sharp object out from her pocket and plunged it into Randy's gut causing him to scream and curse in pain. Without a second thought Stacy made a run for it.

Here she was today parading herself in front of men, but it was all part of her plan to get her revenge on Randy Orton.