Angela's Storage

Warning: This rp may include some things that isn't stuible for young people. Sex, Violence and Curse Words maybe in this rp. If you do not like any of that exit now. Otherwise enjoy the rp and continue on! But all you whiners dont come complaing about the rp because you have been warned!

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It was just a little over two weeks before WGEF Friday Night Fight Night would be airing live from the Norfolk Scope in the heart of Norfolk, Virginia with a collection of great matches already booked for the event. One of those matches is the one on one contest between Trish Stratus Copes and Tapanga Britt. 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 the Phillips Arena about her request to hold a press conference 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 press conference. She hated the thought of standing at a podium answering questions from people who made Kris Dawson 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 Atlanta. 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 Phillips Arena. They make their way inside; checking in with a tall middle aged man, she soon learned was the event coordinator. 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 coordinator 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 pink 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 “This is why I’m hot�?by Mims 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 event coordinator 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 event coordinator grabbed the handle of the door pulling it towards him. He steps inside followed by Trish. They make their way across the large room, stepping up onto a sizeable stage with a podium positioned directly in the middle. The coordinator made his way to the middle of the stage tapping on the mic to get the attention of everyone in the room. A few minutes pass and the room slowly starts to get quiet giving him a chance to speak.

%Event Coordinator%
Ladies and Gentlemen…welcome. Our press conference will be beginning shortly but first I want to give you some ground rules. Anyone wishing to ask a question to Mrs. Copes, raise your hand and she will get to when she can. Simple as that. Now without further adieu, our guest of honor…Trish Stratus Copes!

Trish made her way onto the stage amongst a series of flash bulbs from the hundreds of cameras throughout the room. She was dressed in black silk top with matching pants and high heels on her feet. Her long blonde hair hung loose resting just below her shoulders. She had bronze dangling earrings in her ears. Judging by her appearance, it was impossible to tell she had just gotten off a plane before arriving. Trish made her way across the stage, stopping in front of the podium. She placed her hands on each side as she stared out into the crowd waiting for the bulbs to stop flashing. After what seemed like hours they finally stopped and the room had starting growing quiet. Trish cleared her throat and started to speak.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Welcome everyone. I’m going to waste a lot time covering un-necessary things because quite frankly I have better things to do with my time and I’m sure you do as well. With that said let’s get right into this.

She looks straight ahead at a middle aged man who was starting to go bald with his hand waving frantically in the air. Not the type she would normally choose as number one, but hey she had to start somewhere. She pointed at him, telling him that he had been chosen. The man holds his mic up to his lips and starts to speak.

%News Reporter #1%
(Before the reporter even speaks he pulls out a small spiraled notebook, flipping to an empty page) Trish, this Friday night you face a woman who has made quite an impact in the WGEF in the short time that she’s been there, that being Tapanga Britt. How do you feel about facing her?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
(She rolls her eyes and shakes her head) What is that standard first question in every interview? Seriously you people need some new material. Now as far as Tapanga goes, I don’t feel any different about facing her than I do anyone else that’s placed in front of me. Why should I? Because she’s busted her ass to be one of the top divas in the company? Unlike the majority of the women on the roster I’m not afraid of a challenge. In fact, I like one which is good because Tapanga is definitely going to give me a challenge.

After answering his question Trish moves her eyes to the back where a young red haired woman stood with her hand waving wildly in the air. Trish pointed at her, giving her her cue to speak.

%News Reporter #2%
I know you just said that Tapanga was going to be a challenge, but from what I’ve seen she’s one of the best on the WGEF female roster currently, not saying that you’re not of course, but with Tapanga being more of a risk taker are you at all concerned that she could be�?.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Better than me, is that what you’re trying to say? (The reporter nods) Somehow I thought as much. Look honey, I don’t know if you’re the president of the Tapanga Britt fan club or the sight of seeing her fly across the ring makes you all wet but I’m the least bit concerned if she’s better than me or not. Why? Because she’s not. I’ll give Tapanga credit she’s a hell of a wrestler and one that I actually have respect for but she’s not as overly unique as you’re making her out to be. There are and have been plenty other that have done the exact same thing and unless something’s changed in the last few days that I know about, I’m not buying that she’s capable of anything that I haven’t seen before. Take a look at her two finishers for example, one of is nothing but a copy of the StratusFear and the other is a 450 Splash. Don’t get me wrong she pulls them off quite well but nothing to get overly excited over.

After answering her question, Trish moves to a young looking man with spiky blonde hair who reminded her for the world of Christian.

%News Reporter #3%
For having respect for Tapanga you certainly seem to have a very low opinion of her. What’s with the sudden change?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
There is no sudden change. As a performer I have the utmost respect for her simply because she goes out there and busts her ass in the ring but I’m not going to stand here and claim that she’s something that has never been seen before just because that seems to be the general consensus around here. If you want that then I suggest you go find Tapanga and ask her.

Off to the side an older woman with a bun in her hair stood off to the side. She seemed out of place for this type of thing but perhaps she was more intelligent than what Trish had ran into so far. Besides she was actually being polite, which caught Trish’s attention. She turned so that she was facing the woman and pointed her manicured fingernail at her.

%News Reporter #4%
Earlier you said that Tapanga was going to give you a challenge . From what I’ve seen of Tapanga, she is definitely going to be one of the toughest challenges you’ve had. Have you done anything to prepare for her?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Well leave it to the elderly to finally ask a question that makes sense. Those memory pills they give you in the home must really be working for you there grandma. Since you asked the first intelligent question of the night I’m going to skip the obvious questions about your age and answer your question. Of course I’ve done something to prepare for my match against Tapanga. It wouldn’t be very bright of me to go into this match without any kind of preparation. Let’s just say that I’m more than ready to step into the ring with Tapanga.

Out of the corner of Trish’s eye she sees a young, not to mention good looking standing in the far corner leaning against the wall. As Trish turned her attention towards him, he winked. Trish smiled flattered by the attention. She pointed in his direction signaling that he had the next question.

%News Reporter #5%
So far just about everything has been addressed here today but what I’ve noticed is that no one has brought up why the match was made. From what I’ve gathered there’s no hatred or animosity between you and Tapanga of any kind so can you tell me why this match was made?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
As far as I know there isn’t any animosity between Tapanga and myself, at least not on my end. Sure I don’t think she’s the all to end but I’m sure she doesn’t think I am either. The thing of it is, both Tapanga and I are two of the top divas the WGEF has right now and the two of us are guaranteed to put on a good show. Even Tapanga would agree to that. Now if anyone has any other questions I suggest you tune into Friday Night Fight Night tomorrow at nine pm eastern time.

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 her phone started to ring. She reached into the pocket of her parka pulling out her baby pink RAZR. Flipping the phone open she saw Deacon’s number come up on the caller id screen. She pressed the accept button, raising the phone up to ear as she started to speak.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Hey babe, I was just thinking about you.

%Deacon Havok%
Were you now? Was it something good or should I be concerned?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
(She giggles) You’re funny, you know that? Unless you turn out to be a complete idiot with a microphone in your hand nonstop you have nothing to worry about. And trust me…you’re not one, so you’re safe.

%Deacon Havok%
(He lets out a breath of relief) Am I ever glad to hear that.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
I’ll bet you are.

%Deacon Havok%
Judging by the tone of your voice, the press conference didn’t go as well as you had hoped it would.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Oh my god, you have no idea. I might as well have just went to the arena and spent a couple hours talking to Matthew “I’m a complete idiot�?Green�?or�?(Trish shudders) Kris, I swear that woman single handedly gives even the dumbest person in the world a good name. Either way I would’ve had a much better time standing there on the stage driving bamboo sticks under my fingernails until I draw blood.

%Deacon Havok%
Now surely it couldn’t have been that bad hun. I know you haven’t exactly had an interview with either one of them yet but if they didn’t make you want to jam bamboo sticks under your fingernails when you hired them I can’t see these people being any worse. At least they haven’t yet.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Note the phrase yet. I don’t know babe, if that had lasted any longer I would’ve ended up beating those idiots with that microphone instead of getting so frustrated that I just ended the damn thing and walked off the stage.

%Deacon Havok%
Isn’t the Phillips Arena a little pissed because you ended the press conference and walked out?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Oh they probably are but you what? I really don’t give a rat’s ass. I couldn’t handle talking to those idiots for a second longer. Not without going completely insane and I have to be sane if I’m going to go into the Norfolk Scope and pick up the victory over the so called High Flying Sweetheart.

%Deacon Havok%
Of course we can’t have that. We need you to be perfectly sane when you face Tapanga Friday night.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Oh don’t worry, now that monstrosity is over I’ll definitely be sane. Provided that I don’t get pestered by more idiots the second that I step foot in the building.

%Deacon Havok%
So you’re saying that I should tell Robert Levy that his services are no longer required for the evening.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Deacon Blaine Copes�?you wouldn’t!

%Deacon Havok%
No, but it sure was fun hearing your voice get that high.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
You’re a real shit you know that? If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were on Tapanga’s side over that of your own wife.

%Deacon Havok%
And here I was just giving you a hard time. Besides why would I side with the loser when I’m married to the sure fire winner.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
It’s far from sure fire. Tapanga isn’t exactly going to be a lightweight to beat. She is one of the best we have and beating her is going to be no easy task. It’s going to be one of the hardest matches of my career. By the time I’m done with Tapanga we have to take a trip back to that spa for another visit so I can recover in time to defend my title at Exile.

%Deacon Havok%
You really think Tapanga is going to give you that big of a workout do you? She does have a match at Exile too and I’m sure that’s where more of her focus on that instead of her match with you.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
I’d like to believe that but somehow I don’t see it happening. I know I don’t really know that much about her but I’m pretty sure she’s going to be using this to send a message to Chris and Courtney. That’s the same thing I’m going to be doing so why should she be any different?

%Deacon Havok%
I don’t know if this has crossed your mind at all but have you given any thought into Dylan coming down to the ring and giving Tapanga a little added assistance when she gets into trouble?

Actually she hadn’t given any thought into Dylan interfering in the match. So far Dylan hadn’t even been a factor in anyway and up until Deacon mentioned it, hadn’t even drifted into her thoughts. Sure she was aware of him and Tapanga not only being a couple but a tag team as well but she didn’t really see him interjecting himself. That wasn’t saying that she wasn’t keeping an eye on him. Because she was. Right along with Tapanga herself, just because Tapanga didn’t strike her as the kind to have someone come down and give her some added assistance when things weren’t in her favor, didn’t mean that it wasn’t a possibility. So she had to be ready for everything.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
I don’t think Tapanga is that stupid. She isn’t going to risk making herself look any less than capable when she goes up against Chris and Courtney. I don’t think Dylan would want to risk that either. Not that I think she would anyway. Just from what I’ve seen of her she seems to be pretty straightforward.

%Deacon Havok%
I hope you’re right babe. I would hate to see you think that everything’s going handled right only to be screwed at the last minute.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Don’t worry…I am. This is Tapanga we’re talking about here. I may not know the woman by the back of my hand but I don’t see her as being the kind to screw someone over to get a cheap win. It’d make her look weak and there’s no way she’d do that. Has she even bothered to show up yet?

%Deacon Havok%
Well not in the physical sense but she has posted a blog on her MySpace page and talked a little bit about your match.

Trish raised an eyebrow in curiosity as the words came from his mouth although she didn’t know why. This is the part where whoever her opponent is uses some piss poor remarks meant to do nothing but bad mouth her in order to make themselves look good. Oh well. This could prove to be mildly interesting. Who knows she might hear something new about herself that was at least different from everything else.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Really now, what did she have to say?

%Deacon Havok%
You’re never going to believe this but you weren’t insulted near as badly as usual. From what I can see here it was a lot of how much she respects you and how much of an impression you make. And how this match could be her way of showing you and Kaylee the kind of person you hired to compete and how she won’t let you down.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Trust me I know what kind of competitor she is. I did review her tapes before offering her the contract so I’m more than aware what she’s capable of. So what insults did I get this time? Please tell me they’re at least different in some way.

%Deacon Havok%
Sadly not much. She didn’t come right out and call you old but she certainly beat around the bush enough. It took me awhile to find it but lucky for you I did. Apparently it’s time for a change in the head of the Women’s division and you’re time is over.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
Is it now? Gee I’m so glad she gave me the news bulletin or I never would’ve known. Seriously if I had a dime for every time I heard that I’d be richer than I already am. The newer divas really need to get some better material cause the same shit over and over again is really getting old. Either someone is a slut or if they’ve been around a few years more then they’re old and need to retire. The last time I checked my name was not Rena Mero and I was nowhere near pushing middle age.

%Deacon Havok%
I’d certainly hope not or I’m married to the wrong woman.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
You aren’t kidding. If I get to be that old and am still in this business then she and all the others can talk but until then they need to concern themselves with other things rather than my age.

%Deacon Havok%
It’s all they have to make themselves appear to be the biggest, can you really blame her for that?

%Trish Stratus Copes%
If she’s really that desperate I suppose not. After all it did give me a nice laugh and that’s the important thing. For now at least. Come Friday night of course the tune will change and little Miss Britt will get a very up close and personal lesson in how my time as being the head of the Women’s Division is far from over. (She looks up to see the limo pulling into the parking lot of the hotel she and Deacon were staying in) Hey listen, I’m pulling into the hotel now so once Eric gets parked I’ll be up there within a few minutes or so. Okay?

%Deacon Havok%
No problem, I’ll be here waiting for you. I love you.

%Trish Stratus Copes%
(She smiles) I love you too.

After the two say their goodbyes she flips her phone closed and places it back in the pocket of her jacket just as the limo pulls into the parking lot. Eric coasts up to the front of the building coming to a stop in front of the doors. After killing the engine he gets out and walks around to the back, opening the left rear door. Trish slides out first, followed by Karen. They make their way up to the hotel, disappearing inside as the scene fades.

Genius: U clicked it, didn't you?
Starring:Lucky people here
Screwing: Deacon Havok
Next Victim: Edge and JBL
Achievements: WGEF Co-0wner, Raw General Manager.Tag Team Champion w/Kaylee Adams (1x), TNA Intergender Tag Team Champion w/Edge (1x), TNA Intergender Tag Team Champion w/Christian (1x), Women’s Champion (5x). Intercontinental Champion (Current), Mother of Crystal, Married to Deacon Havok
OOC: My mindless ramblings

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