The scene opened in the backstage area of the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where the WGEF was holding one of its non televised house shows. It was nearing the end of the night and Trish had just finished a semi decent match against a young girl who had just gotten out of wrestling training. It wasn’t her most favorite type of match in the world but it gave her the chance to get in the ring and keep her skills sharp so it wasn’t all bad. As Trish reached the top of the curtain she stepped through the thick black curtain, her body still dripping with sweat and her luscious blonde hair clung to the back of her neck like Saran Wrap. As she breezed through the thick black fabric, she stepped onto a smaller steel stage that contained the usual lighting switchboard and player for the superstars�?entrance music. As her theme music continued to play over the p.a. system Trish made her way across the small crowded stage offering a friendly smile to the small bunch of middle aged men seated around the table before stepping off the end of the stage onto a small set of stairs. She made her way through the makeshift entryway, which consisted of nothing more than steel poles formed together in an arch with tarps covering the top. Moments later she emerged with a big smile on her face. As her theme music continued to play over the p.a. system Trish made her way across the small crowded stage offering a friendly smile to the small bunch of middle aged men seated around the table before stepping off the end of the stage onto a small set of stairs. She made her way through the makeshift entryway, which consisted of nothing more than steel poles formed together in an arch with tarps covering the top. Moments later she emerged with a big smile on her face. She knew most people in her position wouldn’t care over a mediocre win like that but she put on one of her best performances and that made her happy. Trish made her way down the hall humming quietly to herself as she searched for a towel to wipe at least some of the still dripping sweat off her body. As she continued down the hall she swallowed, noticing the slight stinging sensation. Up until now she hadn’t realized her throat was near that dry. As she walked around the corner she came across the catering area. Feeling the burning in her throat once more she decides to make her way over to the catering area. She heads to the room making her way through the open doorway. As she steps inside she sees several round tables throughout the surprisingly decent sized room. Worn out from her tag team match she decided to have a seat for a little while. She heads over to the food line. Walking clear down to the end where a large white cooler was positioned. She lifted the lid and reached inside, pulling out a water bottle. She quickly wipes the bottle across her forehead, enjoying the icy cold feeling against her hot skin. After slightly cooling off she made her way over to table and was just about to sit down when her eyes caught sight of the clock. It was 11:30. If she wanted to get to the airport at a decent time and not have to run through the terminal then she had best forget sitting and down and be getting back to her locker room to get her stuff. Trish let out a loud sigh as she gave the chair a hard shove back against the table. She was looking forward to those moments alone. Oh well, it was life. What could she do about it anyway? Sit there for as long as her heart desired and fly into Indiana in the morning half awake or head back now and actually get some sleep. Considering she was worn out, she opted for the latter of the two. That didn’t mean she had to like it. As she stepped back through the doorway she headed in the direction of her locker room with her water bottle still tightly in hand. Moments later she finally arrived at her locker room. She wrapped her hand around the knob, twisting it slightly to the right and shoving it inward. As she stepped inside the room her eyes scanned the room as if she suspected something to be out of place. When she was satisfied she stepped further inside giving the door a gentle shove closed. The coolness of the water bottle had worn off and the sweat had returned. Serenity made her way across the room to the bathroom. God how a shower would feel nice right about now. She looked up at the clock that hung above the door. 11:35. Her flight didn’t leave for another couple hours yet and the airport was relatively close. Besides she really didn’t care to go to the Ancestry.com Corporate Offices smelling like God knows what. No, it was worth possibly having to rush through the airport to get in a quick shower. She steps inside the bathroom, starting the water. Pulling the shower curtain across she quickly headed across the room grabbing a pair of worn blue jeans and a plain black t-shirt along with a matching pair of black lacey bra and panties. Making her way across the room Trish headed back into the bathroom, getting out of her clothes. She stepped inside the shower leaning back underneath the water, closing her eyes as it poured over her. After a quick once over with the soap she finally consented to getting out. She reached around behind her twisting the knobs to the off position. As the water slowly started to trickle, she reached her hand out grabbing a towel off the rack and wrapping it around her dripping wet body. A few moments pass and Trish stepped onto the rug quickly getting dressed in the clothes she had taken in the bathroom with her. She emerged from the bathroom hurrying across the room to the couch where she had laid her gym bag when she arrived. She quickly checked to make sure everything was there before zipping it closed and flinging it upon her shoulder. She raced down the hall towards the parking lot where she had a limo waiting to take her to the airport, As she approached the parking lot; she saw the limo waiting right outside. She shoved the doors open and headed towards it. She breathlessly gave the driver a thank you as he pulled out of the parking lot. Trish closed her eyes careful not to fall asleep as they headed towards the airport. The ride was so smooth it was hard to stay awake. About twenty minutes later the limo pulled in front of the airport. Trish didn’t even wait for the driver to come around to the back before opening the door and rushing towards the terminal. Once inside she quickened her pace to a run as she headed for the gate her flight was on. When she finally reached it, Trish was just about out of breath. She fished around inside her bag for her ticket, finally finding it at the bottom. She handed the ticket to the attendant and was quickly let inside. Moments she reached her seat and plopped down. Trish leaned her head against the back of the seat tuning out the direction from the stewardess. She had a big match coming up soon and that is where her mind was going to be. She leaned against the seat hoping to get in a few hours of sleep while she made her way to New York. As her body rested against the semi thick cushion she could hear her cell phone ringing from inside her purse .It figured. Just when she got the chance to relax something always came up. Letting out an irritated groan Trish pulled herself forward grabbing her purse from its spot on the seat next to her. Reaching into the middle section she pulled out her baby pink Motorola RAZR. Flipping the phone open she saw her best friend Kaylee Adams’s phone number on the screen. The irritated look on her face soon vanished and was replaced with a simple smile. Serenity let out a slight yawn as she pressed the accept button. %Trish Stratus Copes% Hey girl, what’s going on? %Kaylee Adams% Nothing much really. I finally got the papers signed for my new condo and am sitting here waiting for the movers to get everything brought in which is taking forever. Since the kids are napping I decided to call and see what you were up to. %Trish Stratus Copes% Not a lot really I’m just sitting here on a plane trying my best to stay awake till I get to New York and trust me it’s far from easy. I’d rather fall asleep in a soft comfortable bed instead of an uncomfortable seat on an airplane. %Kaylee Adams% I don’t blame you; those things are far from comfortable.   %Trish Stratus Copes% You’re telling me. I much rather be in a nice hotel room where I could actually get some sleep. %Kaylee Adams% Then why didn’t you stay in one tonight and fly into New York in the morning? Unless you’re booked for something first thing in the morning that’s what I would’ve done. %Trish Stratus Copes% I made an appointment to talk to the people from ancestry.com tomorrow  morning and find out if my aunt and uncle really did get stoned one night and had Ivy or if she’s just some twit trying to cash in on my name. %Kaylee Adams% Well if you want my honest opinion I think it’s the latter. Look how many losers that have came in over the years claiming to be your sister..cousin…or whatever. %Trish Stratus Copes% You’re telling me. I swear Kay out of the idiots I’ve had coming in here claiming that they were related to me, I swear Ivy has to be the most delusional. %Kaylee Adams% If she really is your cousin you could always have her committed. Trust me all you have to is get her in front of a judge and after one meeting they’ll agree that she’s crazy. %Trish Stratus Copes% You’re evil you know that? %Kaylee Adams% Hey I’m only stating a fact. I’m surprised you didn’t find out if she was really related to you sooner than this. If I had someone come in here claiming to be my cousin I’d be hiring someone to find out the second I saw her contract. %Trish Stratus Copes% And waste perfectly good money? I think not. Especially not when there’s places who specialize is things like this that I can get to go through my family’s history and find out if I have any stoners down the line who didn’t use the proper protection one night. %Kaylee Adams% Have they actually started going through anything yet? %Trish Stratus Copes% They’re done actually. All I have to do is go to their corporate offices and get the results. %Kaylee Adams% Didn’t they give you any hint as to what they found? %Trish Stratus Copes% Unfortunately not but hey it’s not like I actually claimed her anyway. %Kaylee Adams% I’d worry if you did. %Trish Stratus Copes% You and me both. I tried being nice to the girl once and form an alliance with her like she wanted and what does she do? Run her mouth around the back about how I’m this supposed big slut and how she’s so much better than me. She could have saved herself some time and just walked up to me and said �?I’m a dumb bitch who would like nothing more than for you to kick my ass while I run around pretending to be the best thing to happen to wrestling�? %Kaylee Adams% If she actually runs around and says that I so want to be there to see it. %Trish Stratus Copes% Give her a minute and she will. Did I tell you the newest rumor going around the back? %Kaylee Adams% No, what’s the new one? %Trish Stratus Copes% Well Karen heard that she’s been running around saying that on top of being a slut, I’ve been a half a dozen times. She desperately needs to go back to kindergarten and learn how to count cause the last time I checked two was nowhere near a bunch. %Kaylee Adams% She’s just trying to get under your skin Trishy. %Trish Stratus Copes% She’s just trying to get her ass kicked is what she’s trying to do. Tomorrow night she’s more than going to get her wish. As the words escaped her lips the stewardess came out to inform them that the plane was about to start landing and everyone needed to get their seatbelts on. Turning her attention back to her conversation with Kaylee, she quickly informed her assistant that her plane was about ready to land and she would be at the arena as soon as she could. After a simple okay, the two women said their goodbyes. Trish flipped her phone closed and tossed it back inside her purse before fastening her seatbelt as the plane starts to descend. She leans against the back of the seat gazing out the window as the scene fades to black.