Just a few days before Raw is set to air live from the E Center in Salt Lake City, we’re taken to the home of Raw General Manager Trish Stratus in Toronto, Ontario where Trish had been ridding herself of the dog smell she had received at the hands of her opponent on Raw, Chris Orton. Chris had returned the week before after a nearly month long absence following a near career ending attack. Being Chris Orton, the story had naturally changed more than some people had changed their underwear. First it was a blonde, then someone with black hair and now they were wearing a mask. Amidst all the changes one thing had stayed the same and that was that Trish was protecting the attacker. She refused to either admit or deny the accusation which infuriated Chris to the point where he aired a video of her begging like a dog at Vince’s feet in hopes it would embarrass her enough and get her to tell him what he wanted to know. To further add insult to injury he dumped gallons of wet dog food all over her. Afterwards Trish had made her way backstage for a quick shower before heading to her home in Canada for a more in depth shower. As the scene continues to play we move into the master bedroom the faint sound of Trish’s voice can be heard humming from the direction of the bathroom. Following the humming we move into the bathroom where we see Trish soaking in a tub of bubbles with soft music playing throughout the room. Her soaking wet blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Trish’s favorite scent of candles lined the outside edges of the tub giving the room a more pleasant smell. Behind her was her favorite bottle of champagne that Trish had already opened and poured into a glass. She grabbed the glass off the edge of the tub taking a small sip before placing it back on the edge of the tub seconds later. Feeling slightly relaxed Trish slides her body a little further under the water. She leans her head against the back of the tub closing her eyes making an attempt to focus on the task at hand. Shutting up Chris Orton. The thought brought a smile to Trish’s face. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Figuring it was Karen calling to inform her she had just booked her to do some ridiculous interview. Instead of climbing out of the steaming hot water she reached over grabbing the phone beside the tub. Holding the phone up to her ear she started to speak.

Trish Stratus: This had better be another one of your “I’m sending you somewhere stupid�?calls again.

Voice: Damn are you harsh, remind me never to get on your bad side.

Realizing that it wasn’t Karen, but Deacon, Trish couldn’t help but smile. Just the sound of his voice made her forget all about Chris Orton’s latest stunt.

Trish Stratus: You’re very funny you know that? You could have very well told me that you weren’t Karen and save me from sounding like a complete idiot.

Deacon Havok: What and spoil my fun? Not a chance. I had way to much fun listening to you going off on Karen. So, how’s my favorite dog food queen feeling?

Trish Stratus: (Groans) Don’t remind me. I just finally got the smell of that smell out of my hair.

Deacon Havok: I feel for ya babe…I really do. Having to sit and watch that video from your early days was bad enough but the dog food shower was terrible. And all because you’re stubborn and won’t give up the name of his attacker.

Trish Stratus: Oh yes I’m so stubborn. Like anyone could keep track of what the lucky soul looked like anyhow with as many times as he’s changed it. And he supposedly got a good look at the guy. If you really want to know, I think the only thing he got a good look at was his ass hitting the pavement.

Trish and Deacon share a laugh.

Deacon Havok: Wouldn’t surprise me a bit. This is Chris Orton we’re talking about here. The guy’s just switching his story in hopes of driving someone so completely insane that they’d come out and confess just to shut him up.

Trish Stratus: Before he made up that phony rental contract he says his police detective friend showed him I signed, you mean.

Deacon Havok: Ah yes the fated rental contract. You didn’t actually sign one did you?

Trish Stratus: Of course not. I only protect very privileged people and I’m not about to have those people driving around in some filthy car that god knows what had been in there last. I’d give them something classy to run over his ass in.

Deacon Havok: Well Chris has never been one for using very many brains. If he had he wouldn’t be so stuck on you protecting whoever attacked him anyhow.

Trish Stratus: You can say that again. Chris has always had a one track mind so I really should have expected it. The slightest little thing that goes on around here and he thinks I automatically have some part in it. Just this time I play a much bigger part than I normally do.

Deacon Havok: He’ll get what’s coming to him soon enough.

Trish Stratus: Oh he definitely will with what I have in mind.

Deacon Havok: Is this the part I already know about or is it something different?

Trish Stratus: Much different. What I have in mind is before Raw. Let’s just say Mr. Orton is going to get a taste of his own medicine and come Raw he’ll get something that he never expected in a million years. Sad thing is, it’s been right in front of his face the whole time. He’s just been to blind to see it.

Deacon Havok: Good thing you’re home or Chris would have something new to pester you about.

Trish Stratus: Don’t remind me! Why do you think I came home? He’s been driving me nuts about this for the past week I have to get away from him to save my sanity. Besides even if this were my office and he was able to know what was said he wouldn’t find out anything he didn’t already dream up. Hey this water is getting cold so I’m going to hop out. You are still coming by aren’t you?

Deacon Havok: Of course, I wouldn’t miss seeing my favorite girl.

Trish Stratus: You better because I’ve been dying to see the most gorgeous man the WGEF has ever seen.

The two say their goodbyes before giving each other a kiss over the phone. After Deacon had hung up Trish hung up the phone. She rose to her feet and reached over to the towel rack grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her dripping wet body as the tub slowly started to drain as the scene faded.