No sooner had John dropped his mic the door to his locker room opened. Trish appeared in the doorway with a rather annoyed look on her face and dressed in her Stratusfaction Guaranteed T-Shirt with a pair of faded blue jeans her arms were folded tightly in front of her pressing into her ribs. She leaned her head against the door clearing her throat as to let both Maria and John know that she was there. Maria turned around with the usual blank expression on her face as she bent down to pick up the mic that John had dropped on the floor. She rose back up to an upright position, making her way across the room to the doorway. As she approached Trish, Maria held the microphone up towards her hinting for Trish to give her thoughts on what John had just said. Keeping her eyes locked straight ahead on John Trish reached up, grabbing the microphone right out of Maria’s hand and tossed it out into the hallway. Maria let out a grumble, showing Trish her displeasure. Trish took her gaze off of John. She narrowed her eyes and scrunched up her nose shooting Maria a look that simply said ‘beat it�? Maria knew from experience that she had best take heed and be on her way. Maria let out a sigh and made her way past Trish. As soon as she was out of the room Trish pushed herself off the door way stepping in the room just enough so that she was past the door. She grabbed a hold of the door slamming it shut. Keeping her eyes locked on John as she made her way across the rather large room. Finally she reaches him, getting right in his face as she opens her mouth to speak. Trish Stratus Jericho: Tell me something John are you a bigger dumbass than I have ever given you credit for or do you just have a bad case of ear wax that you need to clean out? Cause if that’s the case I’ll have someone in my staff bring you a box of q-tips all for yourself and I’ll even be generous and not deduct the dollar from your pay. John Adams: Cute Trish�?very cute. Trish Stratus Jericho: You want to know why I don’t particularly enjoy teaming with you? It’s because you’re an idiot who isn’t capable of more than one thought at a time. Course if you had paid even the slightest bit of attention to either the miserable experience I had in the ring or my grueling interview with dipshit Grisham then you would know that I said you weren’t smart enough to handle more than one thought at a time not that I didn’t trust you. God, I thought I had gotten that into your skull when I agreed to team with you before but evidently your head was to far up your ass to pay attention. So I will say it one more time and more time only and since I was obviously speaking to fast for you before I’m going to say it a little slower this time so hopefully you can understand. I…trust…you. As much as I hate to admit it, I do. Not because it’ll shut you up but because quite frankly I don’t have any choice in the matter. If I don’t at least trust you I’m setting myself up for a loss and I would rather lower myself to trusting someone like you than get beaten by someone like Scott Michaels. Make no mistakes about it John; this in no way changes my opinion of you. I still despise you but as long as we’re in this tournament I will put my feelings aside and have your back. With that said you can push those ridiculous thoughts of me screwing you over and giving either my husband or Scott Michaels an easy victory. I may not be the most trust worthy person around but if I were even considering screwing you over I would have the guts to say it to your face and not be a coward and hit you in the balls in the ring. (Trish shudders) Just the thought of hand going anywhere near that sickens me. Trust me John when I put my hand anywhere near a set of balls it will be those of a real man which certainly leaves you out. (John looks offended) Don’t look so offended John, after all you said it yourself that I think I got the short end of the stick getting you as a partner. Quite frankly I didn’t think you were smart enough to grasp it but now that you have it saves me hours of explaining it to you. While we’re on the subject of explaining, explain to me these you rules that you think I need to play by. (John starts to speak but Trish cuts him off) Before you start rambling on again, if these rules have anything to do with me putting aside how much you irritate me do yourself a huge favor and save your breath. I don’t need to hear the same long winded speech again. I’d rather listen to Jenna ramble on about how traumatic her life is for the week than look at you but this is the cards I was dealt so therefore I have no choice but to go through with it. So you can get your panties out of the wad they are obviously in and quit standing here bitching about how I should play by the rules and help you win this thing. Trust me I more than got your point the first time. As much as I hate saying this, and believe me I hate it with a passion, as long as we are in this tournament I will have your back.  John Adams: You’re serious? Trish Stratus Jericho: Yes dipshit, I’m serious. So why don’t you haul your ass over to the bath room and untwist your panties cause they have to be in one hell of a twist by now. Since this little ordeal of ours has now been cleared up I’m going to get the hell out of here and be around someone who’s in my league. Adios dipshit. Without giving John a chance to reply Trish turned around and made her way across the room. Grabbing the handle of the door she pulled it towards her, flinging it into the wall. As the drywall crumbled behind it she stormed out of the room leaving John standing there alone to take in what she had just said as the scene faded to black.