What in the hell is going on here? Am I seriously reading this wrong or have I just been fucked over? Really I would like to know because if I’ve been fucked over I have no problem telling anyone who asks that it did not feel good. In fact it pisses me off. I bust my ass to keep this place as alive as I can; working my ass off day and night and I get this? Doesn’t make me want to go out and give my usual performance. Not that I could with basically going into this blind. Going in a slaughter blind. Which is basically what this is. Doesn’t paint a pretty picture does it?  All I know is I take a look at the card and see that I’m facing my best friend and her husband, who I know absolutely nothing about. How fucking nice. I haven’t the slightest clue what kind of a guy he is or what in the hell to expect from him. The only one I know anything about is Kaylee. I just don’t like how this is going down nor the way it makes me feel. The only thing that’s keeping me from ripping my hair and walking away is that I’m not going into this alone. Lucky for me I have Deacon by my side going into this, which makes me feel a little better. At least there’s someone going through the same mental anguish as I am. I don’t know what to say about this, other than it’s not going to be pretty.

The scene opens up just outside the Air Canada Center in Trish’s hometown of Toronto which will be playing host to this week’s WGEF Smackdown! in just a few days. It’s about five o’clock and the superstars are just starting to arrive. As several limos pull up in front of the rear doors, a silver Mercedes Benz pulls into the parking lot heading for the open spot at the end of the first row. As the car comes to a stop the driver kills the engine. Slowly the car door swings open and we see a black high heel shoe emerge from inside. A few seconds later the rest of the individual slid out of the car. The camera slowly panned upwards revealing it to be WGEF Co-Owner Trish Stratus. Trish lets out a sigh as she reaches back inside her car for her gym bag. Hoisting the bag on her shoulders Trish pushes the car door closed and makes her way towards the building. As she reaches the door she flashes the security guard her staff id badge. He takes the badge and looks it over for a few seconds before handing it back to Trish. She flashes him a polite smile and makes her way inside. Once inside she turns down the hallway where the locker rooms were at. As she makes her way down the hall she sees her friend Drake Striker standing just a few feet away sipping on a cup of coffee. She makes her way over to where he’s standing for a little friendly chit chat He told her about Chris Orton’s latest in ring promo. Trish couldn’t help at how predictable he was. Her laughter was soon interrupted by someone tapping her on the shoulder. She turned around to see none other than Todd Grisham standing behind her holding his microphone in his hand accompanied by the same goofy expression on his face.

Todd Grisham: Excuse me Trish, but I was hoping to get a quick interview with you about your match Frisday night on Smackdown.
 
Trish Stratus: Don’t even give me time to get to my office and drop my stuff off before you hunt me down to ask another series of stupid questions.
 
Todd Grisham: Well I�?
 
Trish rolls her eyes as she pulls her hand away from the card signaling to Todd to shut up.
 
Trish Stratus: Did I ask to hear your pathetic excuses Todd? No I didn’t. Just get your stupid questions over with so I can have a few moments of peace while the day is still young yet.
 
Todd Grisham: I wasn’t going to�?
 
Trish Stratus: Just shut up already and ask the questions.
 
Todd nods and calls for a cameraman. A few moments later they are joined by one of the company’s many cameramen. The cameraman positions the camera on his shoulders aiming it directly at Todd as he gets ready. A few moments pass and he gives Todd the all clear signal. Todd raises his mic up towards his mouth and starts to speak.
 
Todd Grisham: Ladies and Gentlemen I’m standing here with WGEF Co- Owner and Raw General Manager Trish Stratus, who tomorrow night will be teaming with Deacon Havok to take on your best friend Kaylee and her husband Chris McKenzie. How does this match make you feel?

Trish Stratus: To be honest Todd I’m not sure how to feel about it. I know Deacon and Kaylee, but Chris…I know nothing about. Doesn’t exactly fill one with confidence does it?

Todd Grisham: Not knowing anything about Chris, do you doubt yours and Deacon’s chances of picking up the victory?

Trish Stratus: Of course not. I’m aware the odds are stacked against us but Deacon and I work together quite well and when push comes to shove we more than have the ability to pull out the win.

Todd Grisham: Fair enough, does facing your best friend have any impact on how you go into this match?

Trish Stratus: Why should it? Just because we’re on opposites of the ring instead of beside each other? You really have a grave opinion on this match. Things between Kaylee and I are as the same as they always were.

Before Todd could muster out another question Trish turned around almost smacking him in the face with her hair. She heads down the hall towards her office leaving Todd standing there looking dumbfounded as the scene fades to black.