The scene reopened a few minutes later with Trish making her way down the hall after just cutting an interview with Todd Grisham promoting her upcoming match on Smackdown against WGEF’s newest diva, Maria Kanellis. As Trish made her way down the hall an arrogant smile spread across her face as the words replayed through her mind. In her mind it had went perfectly. Of course she always thought everything she did was perfect and this was no different. Trish made her way down the hall all the way to the far end where the management offices were located. A close view of the door told any curious spectator that it was indeed her office. Gripping the handle firmly in her hand she twists it slightly to the right stepping inside. Inside her two year old daughter Crystal was seated on the floor playing with her toys while Trish’s assistant Karen kept a close eye on her. The faint sound of the TV could be heard playing throughout the room. As Trish made her way inside the room she could hear Maria’s voice coming from the screen. With an eyebrow cocked in curiosity Trish walked across the room taking a seat beside Karen on the couch.
 
Trish Stratus: Couldn’t you find anything better to watch than exposing my daughter to the ramblings of someone whose brain resembles Swiss cheese?
 
Karen: We watched it to catch your interview with Todd because Crystal wanted to see mommy on TV. It’s not my fault that Todd decided to interview
Maria right afterwards. What are you objecting for anyway? You said the other day that you were wanting more from her than what you had seen and you’ve got it.
 
Trish Stratus: Throwing my words back in my face…geesh Karen you’re starting to act way to much like me. (She smirks) It’s way to freaky.
 
Trish couldn’t help but let out another small laugh as she leans her small frame against the back of the couch. Just from what little of Maria’s interview she had seen, Maria appeared to have grasped what Trish said quite well. She did think she was nothing more than a joke and why shouldn’t she? Maria hadn’t given her any real reason to take her as a viable opponent. No sooner had Trish’s body rested against the back of the couch her laughter came to abrupt stop. Her eyes stared straight ahead at the screen as if it held her in some sort of trance. Without taking her eyes off the screen she pulled herself up to the front resting her elbows on her knees, taking in what Maria had just said. She thought she had a chance at beating Trish on Smackdown. Normally this is where Trish would laugh but the comment had taken her by such surprise she was left in shock. Noticing Trish’s sudden spurt of silence Karen glanced over waving her hand in Trish’s face snapping her back into reality.

Karen: Something the matter? Normally you’re not this quiet after your opponent has cut a promo. This is where you point out their stupidity or something and yet�?nothing. What gives?

Trish Stratus: Did you hear what she said? (Karen shakes her head no) The twit has convinced herself that she is able to beat me. ME of all people! That’s so ridiculous its not even worth laughing at. I don’t know Karen, I can’t help but sit there and wonder how she rubbed those two tiny brain cells of hers together and managed to come up with that. She can’t even beat Grisham much less me.

Karen: Hey the girl can dream can’t she? Look at it this way her first win was handed to her and she’s well aware that it was, right now she’s still on a high from it. She’s going to go into this over confident and make some drastic mistake and it won’t take you as long to beat her as you thought it would. Given that you avoid from getting to over confident yourself.

Trish scoffs.

Trish Stratus: You’re joking right? This is Maria we’re talking about here, there is no way I could get to over confident at beating her. The woman couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper bag with a hole in it and you’re telling me not to get over confident.

Karen: All I was trying to say if you don’t at least entertain the notion that she has a chance at getting a lucky break then you could be setting yourself up for a major upset and that wouldn’t help you any heading into Wrestlemania.

Trish Stratus: You really need to watch how you word things, you know that? My god Karen it sounded as if you had switched sides and was now sympathizing with Maria.

Karen: And you thought that I was joking earlier.

Trish Stratus: You better not be, you’re one of the few people around here who keep me sane.

Karen: Not to drastically change the subject here, but you’ve got Maria to think about instead of whether I have sympathy for her,

Trish Stratus: Relax I’ve given her some thought. Granted it wasn’t more than a second or two but it was some thought none the less Trust me beating Maria is going to be like taking candy from a baby, if not easier.

Karen: I hope you’re right about that.

Trish Stratus: Alright, what’s that supposed to mean?

Karen: Just that now that Maria has decided to wrestle she’s had to have some training. She may not be the world’s brightest person but she’s far from stupid enough to step into the ring with anyone without having at least some idea of what she’s doing.

Trish Stratus: I have no doubt that she has, even someone as dimwitted as Maria knows she’s going to need at least some training, unfortunately for poor little Maria it’s not going to be enough. She’s soon going to realize that she got herself into something she’s nowhere near ready for.

The two women share a laugh at Maria’s expense as the scene once again fades to black.

The scene opens up in the parking lot of the US Cellular Arena which will be hosting this week's WGEF Smackdown. 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 Stratus: If you say so but I don’t want to risk you damaging your shoulder carrying my crap before Wrestlemania. I want you to be a hundred percent when you face Michael Harris and Chris Orton for the WGEF Title.

Deacon Havok: You worry to much you know that? These bags are nothing besides you have a little more to worry about than the weight of two bags. You have the brainless wonder to concentrate on.

Trish Stratus: The brainless wonder…don’t tell me she’s changed careers again and became a superhero? That’s all I need is for Maria to think she has some sort of super powers, it’s bad enough that she thinks she actually has any wrestling ability. That’s bad enough in itself.

Deacon Havok: Gee babe, she doesn’t get under your skin at all does she?

Trish Stratus: It’s like I have a freaking parrot! My god I should just go to her locker room with a box of stale ass crackers and shove them down her throat, then I wouldn’t have to hear the exact same thing I said come out of her mouth. The good part about it is that I don’t have to waste the time of pointing out to her just how inexperienced she is. The dumb ass actually admits it, would you believe it?

Deacon Havok: You get all kinds in this business and Maria has more than proved that.

Trish Stratus: She also more than proves the power of stupid but that’s another matter all together. Seriously did you catch that in ring promo she cut the other day? (Deacon shakes his head)  It’s a shame because it was really priceless. According to her if I opened my eyes I’d know she was an interviewer and had it easy. If she had bothered to pull her head out of her ass for more than it takes to scratch her ass she’d catch on to the fact that I already made that point ages ago. I swear Kaylee and I need to start doing IQ tests when we hire people. Seriously. All the imbecile did was stand there asking stupid question after stupid question annoying the hell of everyone in the company, didn’t exactly strike me as something that was that difficult to see that it was easy. Crystal could’ve even figured out. I really shouldn’t be surprised that she thinks it is. There’s just something about that woman that makes me wonder if her parents aren’t brother and sister.

Deacon Havok: That was harsh. What brought that on?

Trish Stratus: Natural observation. Don’t tell me that you don’t see it looking at her?

Deacon Havok: Not that to that extent. I’m well aware that she’s far from the sharpest knife in the drawer but I don’t know if I’d go as far as to flirt with her being the product of imbreeding.

Trish Stratus: How else do you explain her being so stupid?  It’s either imbreeding or she was dropped on her head way to many times. Doesn’t matter really. I’m not going to suddenly fall victim to compassion and take it easy on the poor retarded girl. After all it’s not my fault that she had to ride the short bus to school every day. Just makes me want to do more to her.

Deacon Havok: A little sadistic today aren’t we?

Trish Stratus: You would be too if you were in my shoes. The twit thinks she can beat me just like that (She snaps her fingers). Me of all people. The girl who hasn’t any actual competition believes that she can take on one of the best and beat them as easy as pie. It’s going to be such a shame to burst the poor girl’s bubble but it has to be done. All I can is it sucks to be her.

Trish laughs at the image playing in her head. Oh it was going to be fun dismantling Maria as if she was nothing more than a doll made for just that purpose. By the time she was done with her Maria was going to regret the decision of branching out into wrestling, she was going to make sure of that. By now Deacon had already picked the bags back up hanging them from his shoulder. She slipped her hand in his free hand making their way down the hall to Trish’s office as the scene ends.