|: Queen of Havok...

Trish leaned back in her plush leather chair fighting the urge not to reach across the desk and slap him across the face. Instead she moved her right hand over to the arm of her chair tapping her French manicured fingernails against the fabric as she listened to Batista ramble on. He tells her that he wants a match against John Bradshaw Layfield, or JBL if you prefer the shorter method, in two weeks on whatever card she pleases. Trish lets out a small snicker which causes Batista to look over at her with a puzzled expression. She shook the comment off and motioned for him to go on which naturally he did. Finally after what seems like hours he finally shuts his mouth, looking at her waiting for her to speak. Trish lets out an irritated sigh as she pulled her small frame forward resting her elbows on the edge of her desk. %Trish Stratus Copes% First of all I frankly don’t give a rat’s ass whether you won your first match or lost it. I only care about the careers of three people around here, mine, my best friend’s  and my husband’s…and since you aren’t either one of them you fall into the category of “I Don’t Give A Shit�? Got it? Good. Now onto this little match of yours. You will kindly notice when you came in here that it says “Rampage General Manager�?on the door which should tell that pea sized brain of yours that I am indeed the Rampage General Manager. Not the Rampage and Fight Night General Manager, just the Rampage General Manager. I don’t know if you’ve had one to many hits on the head throughout your career or you’re just a little slow but do yourself a favor and get it right when you come barging into my office and demanding that I give you a match. I have much better things to do with my time than sit here and point out the obvious to you over and over again. I will grant your request for the Rampage Card in two weeks. Now is that all or is there anything else you want? With her arms still folded in front of her she gazes across the desk at him waiting to see what he will say next.

...Trish Stratus Copes