Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome from Toronto, Ontario Canada she is a Co-Owner of the World's Greatest E-Federation and General Manager of Raw....Trish Stratus Jericho.
Pleased with the introduction Trish rises to a standing position and started down the ramp. As she walks down the ramp she looks from side to side noticing several signs directed at her bearing such remarks as "Trash Stratus" and " Trish is a slut". Trish simply shoots them a cold glare and continues on her way. A few fans reach out in hopes of reaching the blonde bombshell but Trish steps to the side just missing their touch. As she reaches the end of the ramp she sees a young male fan holding a sign which read  "I Came to Be Stratusfied". The cold glare on Trish's face appears to soften as she makes her way towards him. She stretches across the barricade with what he thought was a friendly gesture only for her rip the sign out of his hand and slaps him across the face so hard that he fell to the floor. The crowd erupts in a loud boo at Trish's lack of respect. Trish shoots them a cocky grin as she brushes a stray of section back into place. She then turns around and walks up the steel steps onto the ring apron. She takes a few steps before bending down to glide between the middle and bottom ropes. Rising back to an upright position she walks to the middle of the ring, once again arrogantly bowing before the crowd. After she's finished she raises her head back up then walks over to where Lillian Garcia is standing ripping the mic out of her hand. Lillian gives Trish a confused look but Trish turns walking back to the center of the ring. Trish pauses waiting for the music to die down and the crowd to shut up. A moment passes and  "It's Time to Rock'n' Roll" starts to fade eventually becoming silent. Sensing that Trish is about to speak the crowd finally starts to quiet down.

Trish Stratus Jericho: Give it a rest already! The reason I'm out here in front of you mindless twits is to do a quick little promo regarding my match this Friday on Smackdown against Hayden Adams. I know you're all expecting me to come out here and bitch about losing the Women's Title to Kat Sanders but I'm sorry to say you won't be seeing that here tonight. Tonight my mind is focused on nothing but Hayden. My only problem is there's really nothing to say on the twit other than she's a complete mental case or desperate. (Crowd boos) Oh come on. The girl claims to be related to one of the owners to get someone to take pity on her then lowers herself to go out with Dallas Young. If that doesn’t classify as either a complete mental case or desperate I don’t know what does?  Yet I have to find some way to hype her up to make it appear that I have some sort of challenge. The girl has faced what a whole two nobodies in her short career and now thinks she’s ready for the big leagues. (Trish turns towards the titan tron) Hayden, I know you’re sitting back there thinking you have this in the bag because of my loss to Kat last week at King of the Ring. I’ve got news for you sweetie, I’m not the prim and prissy wannabe’s that you’re used to facing. This is a whole new ballgame and one you’re not even close to being ready for.  You can train with Dallas as much as you possibly can and it still won’t do you any good. Face it Hayden you don’t have the skill that your “sister�?does. You don’t even have the talent your  “niece�?does yet you expect to be able to last against me. Looks to me like we need to start a drug program around here to make sure you’re just delusional and not taking something you shouldn’t be. Why don’t you just do yourself a favor and back out now why you still can before that bell rings and you get hurt worse than you ever thought possible. I wouldn’t want to be the one responsible for ending your career so soon after it began�?.okay actually I would get a big kick out of it. Keep a close eye on that calendar sweetie cause you don’t have much time left before your fate is soon decided. Cherish what little time you have left cause after Friday night you won’t be able to do anything for a very long time.