It was just a little less than twenty four hours before WGEF Smackdown! would be airing live from the Conseco Fieldhouse in the heart of Indianapolis, Indiana with a collection of great matches already booked for the event. One of those matches is the one on one contest between One half of the WGEF’s owners, Trish Stratus Copes and Gina Murphy. The scene opens up in Montreal Canada at WGEF Headquarters and as usual Trish was in her office going over the never ending mound of paperwork while her daughter Crystal played on the floor nearby. Trish looked down at her daughter long enough to check on her then turns her attention to back to the stack of papers on her desk. Just as Trish was about to start on another pile the door to her office opened. Trish looked up to see who was coming in without being invited. Seeing that it was her assistant Karen, she quickly turned her attention back to what she was working on. Karen closed the door behind her making her way across the room over to Trish's desk. She reached in her pocket pulling out a small white piece of paper. Trish took the paper out of Karen's hand staring at it for a few seconds, noticing that it was the confirmation from Cold Pizza about her upcoming appearance on the show for the following day. She nodded in acceptance as she handed the paper back to Karen for safe keeping. After she finishes the set she was working on she pushes her chair back, eventually rising to her feet. She bends down picking daughter from the floor as Karen grabs Trish's travel bag. They make their way through the building reaching the company jet. After they were in their seats the jet took off. Trish leaned her head against the seat thinking about her upcoming television appearance. She hated the thought of sitting on a couch pretending to be enjoying herself while answering questions from a man who made Todd Grisham look smart but it was good publicity for the company and that was something she couldn't turn down. After what seemed like a matter of minutes the jet reached the airport in New York. As the jet comes to a stop the pilot comes over the speaker telling them that it's safe to get off. Trish unfastens her seatbelt and Crystal as Karen gets hers. They make their way off the plane to the waiting limo that Karen had ordered. Once they were inside Karen told the driver where they were headed. He nodded in acceptance putting the limo into gear. About twenty minutes later they finally reach the ESPN Studio where Cold Pizza was filmed. They make their way inside; checking in with a tall middle aged man, she soon learned was the show’s talent manager. She was informed that everything was just about ready and that she was being sent to make up right away. Trish handed Crystal over to Karen and followed the semi bald man over to a small makeshift makeup area, much like the ones she was used to seeing everyday. She made her way over to a director's styled chair, making herself comfortable. A few moments pass and she glances over at her watch. Noticing that she had been sitting there for five minutes she wondered where in the hell the makeup artist was. She rested her elbow on the arm and leaned her head against her fist letting out an irritated sigh as a rather annoyed look started to appear on her face. She was scheduled to get her hair and make up done before the press conference and as usual the makeup artist was late. Trish sat in the chair anxiously tapping her recently French manicured nails against the wood handles, glancing up at the clock grumbling to herself with each second that passed. She needed a way to calm herself down before she exploded on the poor woman. She reached into the pocket of her hip hugger jeans pulling out her metallic blue iPOD. Unwinding the headphones from around it she sticks them in her ears.  Holding the player in front of her face she gets to her song list, looking for a song that will lighten her mood. A few seconds later she finds the song she was looking for and lays the player down on her lap. As “What Is It�?by Baby Bash starts to play she leans her head against the cool concrete wall, closing her eyes. No sooner had the lyrics started she could feel the stress slowly start to diminish and not a moment to soon. The makeup artist rushed down the hall in Trish’s direction quickly getting in position behind Trish’s chair. Trish pulls her head up and turning around so that her back was facing the back of the chair, giving the makeup artist room to work.  She started with Trish’s hair, quickly getting to her makeup. Within a matter of minutes Trish was done. She slid off the chair to the floor, pausing long enough to give the makeup artist a sarcastic thank you before walking off to where the talent manager was waiting. They made their way down a semi long hallway. Even through the thick concrete walls she could hear the low rumbling coming from the crowd inside. She knew it was good for business but she didn’t care. In her eyes this was just another interview and it was no secret how much she hated interviews. She let out a small groan as she continued down the hall, listening as the rumbling noise started to get louder. Moments later they finally reached the end of the hall coming upon a set of double steel doors. The talent manager grabbed the handle of the door pulling it towards him. He steps inside followed by Trish. He leads her to a plain blue curtain and instructs her that the host, Jay Crawford, would be ready for her in a minute. Trish nods staring at a small TV screen hanging from the ceiling. Jay was doing his usual opener which consisted of going through the top storylines of the day. Trish braced herself against the wall letting out a yawn. She was bored and didn’t care who knew it. Finally after what seemed like hours Jay finishes the headlines and announces they have a guest in the studio. Trish pushes herself off the wall just as Jay calls out her name. Her theme “Time to Rock ‘N�?Roll�?plays over the p.a. system as Trish makes her way onto the stage. She smiles and waves at all the fans that are cheering for her. Turning her gaze towards Jay she gives him the same type smile as she makes her way across the studio to the set. Jay led her over to an off chair positioned behind the coffee table before taking a seat in the chair to her right. As the music slowly starts to fade and the fans do as well Jay reaches over shaking Trish’s hand. %Jay Crawford% Joining us tonight all the way from the World’s Greatest E-Federation, the woman who will be taking on Gina Murphy tomorrow night�?Trish Stratus Copes! %Trish Stratus Copes% Thank you Jay. %Jay Crawford% Jumping right into this, tomorrow night you step into the ring with a woman who has led a quiet existence since she came into the company. Does that change how you prepare for this match in any way? %Trish Stratus%  Not at all Jay. Gina could have the biggest career of any one on the roster and it wouldn’t change how I look at this match in the slightest. To me Gina is just another body placed in front of me like a target.   %Jay Crawford%  A target? That’s a pretty interesting way to look at it. Is it safe to say that you see this as an easy victory for you? %Trish Stratus Copes% Of course I do Jay. Why wouldn’t I? Gina has spent more time trying to get into the pants of every man in the back than she has anything else. What few matches she’s actually shown up for she’s faced people who were even more worthless than she is. I don’t know about you Jay, but that doesn’t exactly scream out the word challenge to me.   %Jay Crawford% According to my notes, Gina has come out and said that she’s not only going to be able to beat you but she could beat you with her eyes closed and both hands tied behind her back. What do you have to say to that? %Trish Stratus Copes%  Are you serious…she actually said that? (He nods) That is the single funniest thing I’ve heard all day. I’d love to exactly what she bases this on. Her two or three victories over losers that have as much wrestling ability as�?well you do, or her over active imagination? Either way she’s going to be in for one hell of a rude awakening come tomorrow night. %Jay Crawford% Aside from saying that she was going to be able to beat you tomorrow night, Gina also said this match was going to be over before it even started, that once she hits the “Wacked�?on you there won’t be anything you can do. It seems to me that she’s really intent on winning this match. %Trish Stratus Copes% I will give Gina one thing, she actually did get something right. This match will be over before it begins. Not in the way she thinks it will be unfortunately for her. As for her hitting the “Wicked�?on me, let’s just say I’ve been put in worse moves than that (She smirked). And as you can I got out of those just fine. %Jay Crawford%  Well Trish. Thanks for taking the time out of your busy schedule to stop by. I want to wish you the best of luck tomorrow night. It was my pleasure to have you with us today. (He turns towards the monitor) Remember to tune into Smackdown tomorrow night on the CW Network at nine o’clock eastern time. Trish, thank you again for coming by. Coming up next a more detailed look at the Smackdown! Card�?stay tuned. Trish flicked a stray piece of hair out of her face as she turned around, making her way across it to the small set of stairs she used when she made her way onto the stage an hour or so ago. After stepping off the final stair she headed down a small corridor to the double steel doors. She gives the doors a hard shove and steps out into the hallway, letting out a loud groan in frustration as she heads down to the waiting area where Karen was waiting with Crystal. She knew she shouldn’t be surprised by those questions for some reason she was. She shook her head trying to erase the idiotic questions from her memory but was very unsuccessful. Oh well, it gave the company some good promotion even if she had to endure a couple hours of complete and utter hell. She shrugged it off and continued down the hall. A few moments later she came upon a single wooden door. She stared at the door for a few seconds looking for the nameplate, not seeing one she peered into the small window eventually seeing her daughter playing with some blocks on the floor. She pulled the door open and stepped inside. Crystal jumped up from the floor and ran over to her, wrapping her arms around her legs. Trish reached down and gave her a kiss on the forehead as Karen handed her Crystal’s coat. Trish helped her slide it on then picked her up. Once everyone was ready they made their way over to the door, stepping back out into the hallway. Eager to get out of there and onto something more pleasant Trish quickened her pace to the point where Karen had a hard time keeping up with her. Finally they reached the end of the hall and headed towards the entrance doors. Grabbing the handle Trish stepped out into the cold, holding Crystal close to her to keep her warm. The driver opened the door just as Trish reached the limo. She climbed inside sliding over to the far end so Karen could get in, sitting Crystal between them. Just as the limo started to pull out of the parking lot Trish leaned against the back of the seat trying to rid her mind of her recent interview as the scene fades to black.