The scene opens in Albany, New York just outside the mansion of WGEF Co-Owner Trish Stratus Copes and her husband Deacon Havok. It’s early morning and the sun is just starting to set over the roof as we move inside to the master bedroom where a single body is seen huddled under a thin white blanket. The camera slowly moves over to the far side of the bed where we see an alarm clock sitting on top of the nightstand. The camera zooms in on the bright red numbers seeing that it’s 6:59. As the time changes to 7:00 a slight buzzing sound fills the room. Moments later a hand emerges from underneath the covers stretching over to the alarm pressing the alarm button filling the room once again with silence. The covers fling back and the occupant start to stir. Flinging their legs over the edge of the bed they slide down onto the floor. The camera slowly pans upward revealing it to be Trish Stratus. Trish sat on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep out of her eyes while coaxing herself out of bed. A few moments pass and she finally slides off the bed rising to a standing position. She makes her way around the end of the bed over to the dresser. She pulls out the middle drawer grabbing a plain white tank top and a matching pair of wind pants. Shoving the drawer back in, she pulls out the top drawer and grabs a white lacey thong and a white sports bra. Having the clothes she needed Trish made her way over to the bathroom. She lays the clothes on the sink before walking over to the tub, pulling back the crystaled shower doors and reaching for the left hand knob. She turns the knob counter clockwise stopping as the knob gets just past halfway then moves towards the second knob turning it just enough to ensure the water wouldn’t be to hot. Trish pulled her hand out of the water and removed the t-shirt she had worn to bed the night before. She pulled the shower door back across, stepping inside before pulling it across again. Trish steps under the shower head letting the steaming hot liquid pour all over her body. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes and letting the water pour down her face. After a half an hour had passed she reached around and shut the water off. As the water turned from a steady stream to a few drips she stuck her hand past the shower curtain grabbing a plush white towel off the rack and wrapping it around her body. Trish then steps out of the tub making her way over to the sink. She finishes drying herself off she drops the towel on the floor and slides the panties up her slender legs. She finishes getting dressed then grabs the brush off the back of the sink taking it through her damp blonde hair. After brushing hair Trish steps back into the bedroom grabbing her suitcase from beside the dresser and making her way to the doorway. As she steps out into the hallway her cell phone starts to ring. She reaches down into the front of her suitcase pulling out her pink RAZR. She looks at the caller id screen seeing her assistant Karen’s number. A rare smile spreads across Trish’s face as she presses the accept button and starts to speak.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Hey Karen, what’s going on?
%Karen%
You’re in a pleasant mood. What’s the occasion?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Very funny Karen. Surely you didn’t call to see what kind of mood I’m in. So what’s going on?
%Karen%
I just called to see if you were ready for your match against Ivy tomorrow night.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Aren’t I always? Geesh Karen, you act as if facing Ivy is going to be hard. I know she’s just starting but Crystal could put up a better fight.
%Karen%
That was a cold thing to say considering she’s family and one that you’re semi close to.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
What can I say I had a weak moment?
%Karen%
I’ll say it was a weak moment. I couldn’t believe it was you when you heard you talking with her like she was your best friend. I had to do a double take to make sure it was really you.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
You’re real funny, you know that? I feel sorry for the girl yes, but she’s far from my best friend.
%Karen%
No one would be able to tell by the way you were acting. If you were any nicer to her you might as well just lay down the second the bell rings.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
I may feel sorry for her Karen but I don’t feel that sorry.
%Karen%
Well that’s a relief, for a second there I thought you had gone soft.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
You worry to much, you know that? This is Ivy we’re talking about here. I could go out there with one hand tied behind my back and still beat her.
%Karen%
I wouldn’t give her the idea or she might suggest it.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
I highly doubt it. She thinks she’s far too talented to come up with something like that. You’ve seen her. She actually thinks she can compete with the best of the best around here.
%Karen%
And you have no problem showing her otherwise do you?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
I wouldn’t be me if I did. Ivy may be family but once that bell rings I can assure her that she’s in for a surprise. It’s such a shame that her career is going to have to end so soon after it began.
%Karen%
I can hear the sorrow in your voice too.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Thank god, for a second there I thought I was the only one who could tell.
%Karen%
I take it you’ve got some sort of plan in regards to Ivy.
A smirk spreads across Trish’s face.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
You better believe I do. Not that this match is going to be anywhere close to a challenge but it never hurts to be prepared.
As the words come from Trish’s mouth she looks over at the alarm clock beside the bed seeing that the time is 8:00 am. Her limo was going to be in there in fifteen minutes to take her to the arena. Letting out a deep breath she turns her attention back to her phone conversation.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Hey Karen, I’m gonna have to go, my limo is going to be here in about fifteen minutes and I don’t want to be harassed by a limo driver to hurry up every five seconds.
%Karen%
Alright Trish. I’ll see ya later.
After the two women said their goodbyes Trish flips her phone closed and sticks it back inside her purse. She pulls the zipper back across then heads the rest of the way down the stairs. She hurries through the entry hallway to the front door. She pulls it open and heads out to the waiting limo that she ordered to take her to the arena. She climbs inside and waits for the driver to get in. Once he's in she gives him the directions on where the arena is. As he fires up the engine Trish leans back against the seat as the limo pulls out of the driveway and the scene fades.
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