The scene opens up in the parking lot of the Qwest Arena which will be hosting this week's WGEF Raw. As the sun starts to set alongside the arena a cool breeze fills the sky offering a token of relief to the thousands of fans waiting outside. The camera pans the parking lot and a bar comes across the bottom of the screen announcing they are indeed in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Seeing the camera filming them the crowd lets out a massive cheer showing that they are ready to go inside. As the camera continues to pan the crowd a long white stretch limo pulls alongside the front doors. The limo comes to a stop and the driver gets out, dressed in his usual black formal suit with white dress shirt, and then walks around to the back doors. He opens the rear door and one of the people slides out, stepping straight into the camera's view. It's Deacon Havok the boyfriend of Raw General Manager Trish Stratus, who joins him seconds later. The crowd gives out its friendly welcome for the Queen of Stratusfaction. That being the usual slut chant accompanied by a round of boos. Trish can hear their reaction and scowl as she looks around at all of them. The crowd goes nuts at seeing two of the biggest stars in the company before having been seated. Security manages to hold every single fan back giving both Trish and Deacon room to step away from the limo. As they do the driver closes the door behind them. He then walks around to the rear of the limo to retrieve both Trish and Deacon's bags. When he reaches the rear of the limo he opens the trunk and gets out both of the couples bags. Moments later he closes the trunk then walks back around to the back door. He comes up behind Trish; Deacon stretches around her for the bags and flings them on his shoulders. After Deacon takes the bags the driver walks back around the limo heading towards the driver's door. Trish and Deacon stand there for a few seconds before making their way to the arena. Deacon pauses to adjust the bags on his shoulders then slips his hand around Trish's left hand. Trish leans her head against his shoulder with a warm smile on her face. As they continue towards the arena one of the make fans pushes his way past security racing towards Trish and Deacon. Once he reaches them he holds out an autograph book and pen. Trish shoots him an evil glare then shoves him away. The young man stumbles back before falling on his ass. Both Trish and Deacon burst out in laughter at the young man's expense before continuing to the arena. As they reach the double doors the security guards hold the doors open allowing them to walk inside. They walk into the hall still hand in hand through a second batch of security guards. After getting past them they continue down the hall in search of a place where they can get a few moments of peace. They walk around the bend in the hall noticing the peaceful silence and walk over towards the wall. Deacon sits the bags down on the floor then looks up at Trish who has a concerned expression on her face.
 
Trish Stratus: If those bags are too heavy to carry I am capable of carrying my own bag ya know?
 
Deacon Havok: Relax babe these bags aren't as heavy as they seem to be. I just needed to stop for a few seconds and get them readjusted.

Trish shakes her head laughing quietly to herself.

Trish Stratus: If you say so but it looks a little heavy to me.

Deacon Havok: Don’t worry babe, its fine. Trust me. Consider it a warm up for tonight.

Trish Stratus: Oh god, don’t remind me. The last thing I want is to see Mark Stone’s face any sooner than I have to.

Deacon Havok: Then why did you put him on the same team then? You could’ve very easily put him on the same team with Chris Orton, they’d be perfect together.

Trish Stratus:  Why not have him on the same team? It not only makes it easier on us but it gives me the chance to keep an eye on him and make sure he goes into Wrestlemania a hundred percent.

Deacon laughs as he picks up the bags from the floor and laying them across his shoulder. Trish slips her hand in his and they make their way down the hall to Trish’s office. Once they reach it Trish pulls the key out of her pocket sticking it into the lock. As she hears the deadbolt flip she twists the knob and pushes the door inside for Deacon. He sits their bags on the floor as Trish makes her way around the coffee table taking a seat on the couch. She gazes straight ahead at the blank TV screen as Deacon takes a seat next to her.

Deacon Havok: What are you thinking about babe?

Trish Stratus: I was just thinking about our match. So far the only competition we have is Christian. I was hoping Evangelia was going to give him more back up but it looks like she’s just like Chris Orton and Jack Parker.

Deacon Havok: I feel bad for the guy. He’d have better luck screwing them over and helping us.

Trish smirks.

Trish Stratus: Knowing Jason, I wouldn’t put it past him. He’d have better luck and hey, it’d give us someone better as a tag partner then two guys who are all but hopping into bed with each other. SVD, who has yet to show up and Hailee Matthews who hasn’t felt the need to show her face. Then there’s my favorite pain in the ass, Mark Stone. (She rolls her eyes) You have no idea how thrilled I am not to have heard his voice yet.

No sooner than the words came out of her mouth the door to her office opened and Mark Stone appeared in the doorway with a smug look on his face, He made his way across the room taking a seat in the chair next to the couch.

Mark Stone: Did I hear my name mentioned?

Trish Stratus: Trust me it was purely by accident. Before I become more nauseous than I already am, what do I owe the pleasure of you bursting into my office un-invited?

Mark Stone: I’m hurt…I really am. I thought the door was always open.

Trish Stratus: Save it Mark, I’m not in the mood to hear your attempts at humor today. Just say what it is you want and kindly get out.

Trish’s eyes dart back and forth from Deacon to Mark as she waits for one of them to say something.