The scene opens in the parking lot of the MGM Grand Garden Arena where WGEF Friday Night Fight Night will emanating live from this week. As the scene continues to play a silver Mercedes pulls into the parking lot heading for the empty space at the end of the first row. Finally the car pulls into the space and the engine dies. The door slowly opens and a leg emerges from inside covered in a leather fabric. The individual steps out of the car and the camera slowly pans upward revealing the person to be Rampage General Manager and WGEF Co-Owner Trish Stratus Copes. Trish brushed a stray section of hair behind her shoulders then reached back inside pulling out a medium sized suitcase on wheels. Placing the suitcase beside her she pushed the door closed. She shoved her keys into her pocket then headed towards the arena pulling her suitcase behind her. Moments later she stepped up on the sidewalk heading towards the security guard who had been assigned the task of checking ids. When she reached him she came to a stop. She bent down in front of her suitcase fishing through the front pocket for her staff id card. A couple of minutes later she finds the card and pulls it out handing it up to the security guard. He looks at it for a few moments before handing it back to Trish. She shoves the card back into her suitcase and rises back to a standing position. The security guard checks her name off on his clipboard then holds the door open for her. Trish steps through the doorway to the usual madhouse that accompanied any WGEF event. She stood there for a few seconds rolling her eyes at the chaos before heading down the hallway where the management offices were supposed to be. As she passed by the office of Fight Night General Manager and her best friend, Kaylee Adams she saw a single sheet of paper hanging from the pegboard beside the door. Seeing the Fight Night logo on top of the page she knew that it was indeed the new card. Curious to see if she had a match she walked over to the paper. She placed her French Manicured nail on the page tapping it right beside the opening match. Her hazel eyes darted over to see just who the unfortunate soul is she would be facing. Blair Mason. A malicious smile appeared on Trish’s face as she looked at the name. What fun this was going to be, for her of course. For Blair on the other hand, it was going to be far from fun. In fact it was going to be just the opposite. Poor poor Blair. With a smile on her face she made her way down the hall to her own office. As she opened the door she found her husband Deacon seated on the couch. Trish stepped further inside the room giving him a rather confused look.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
How long have you been sitting here?
%Deacon Havok%
Not very long. I couldn’t sleep so I got up early and came in for an early workout.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
You should’ve woke up and I would’ve went with you. After Melania pussing out Tuesday I could use a good work. God I feel like I’ve been doing nothing but sitting behind a desk day in and day out since Kay finally decided to listen to the doctor’s advice like she should.
%Deacon Havok%
I would’ve babe but you looked so peaceful laying there sleeping that I didn’t have the heart to disturb you. Besides you’ve been working so hard lately that you needed some sleep.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
I know but if I don’t get in the ring before to much longer I’m going to go stir crazy.
%Deacon Havok%
We can’t have that can we?
Deacon cracked a smile hoping that it would lighten her mood. Instead Trish made her way around the coffee table to the cushion next to him, letting out a loud sigh as she lowered her small frame onto the cushion. Deacon reached over wrapping his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and giving her a soft kiss on the top of the head. Trish leans her head against Deacon’s chest feeling the heat from his body against her face.
%Deacon Havok%
What’s a matter babe? You act like something as got you down all of a sudden.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
It’s just a case of pent up frustration.
%Deacon Havok%
You wouldn’t be concerned about facing Blair tomorrow night are ya?
Trish looks up at him raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Me? Concerned over facing Blair? Not in a million years. The woman does nothing but show up every once in awhile pretending to be this bad ass that everyone’s supposed to be afraid of, facing nobody after nobody. The only concern I’d ever have about facing her is hurting her to much and her suing me. At the rate it’s going it doesn’t look like I’ll have that to worry about.
%Deacon Havok%
What makes you say that?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
She hasn’t been booked in how long now and has yet to show her face, that’s why. She reminds me of Melania Kane. I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that she claims that she has nothing to prove to me and in turn I have nothing to prove to her. She might as well just save herself the trouble and come out and say ‘I’m a chicken shit�?
%Deacon Havok%
I don’t know if I’d go that far babe. I think it’s Blair realized she’s in way over her head and doesn’t want to be humiliated.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
I still say she’s a chicken shit. If she was as fantastic as she’s made herself out to be she would’ve ran her mouth or at least shown her face by now. So far she’s done absolutely nothing. I could’ve stayed home and had more enjoyment than this.
%Deacon Havok%
She’s probably just trying to psyche you out babe.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Perhaps although something tells me that she is far from being clever enough to come up with that idea on her own or even with help from whatever poor sap chooses to be her friend.
%Deacon Havok%
That was cold.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Is it my fault if the truth hurts? You’ve seen the woman. She couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper bag if it had a hole in it and an arrow pointing to the hole.
Both Trish and Deacon share a laugh at the comment. As they do a knock comes from the direction of Trish’s office door. Letting out a loud groan Trish raises her head enough to glare in the direction of the door. Wondering who had the nerve to interrupt them when they were having a rare moment alone she called for whoever was out there to come in then lays her head back down on his chest trying her best to get comfortable again. Finally the doorknob starts to turn and the door slowly swings open. As it does WGEF interviewer Kris Dawson stepped inside the room with the same blank expression on her face that she always had. Seeing Kris standing there waiting for Trish to notice, Deacon tapped her on the shoulder, pointing over to Kris standing timidly in the doorway. Trish pulled her arm back eventually pulling herself to a seated position, turning to face Kris. She couldn’t help but notice the microphone Kris had in her hand. One didn’t have a rocket scientist to know what she wanted. Letting out a small groan Trish motioned for Kris to have a seat.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Not that I don’t already know Kris, but what on earth do you want?
%Kris Dawson%
Well actually I was hoping that I could…uh…ask you a few questions about your match Friday night against Blair Mason.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Very well Kris, it’s not like you’re going to leave me alone if I say no anyway, so just ask your stupid questions and get it over with.
%Kris Dawson%
This Friday night you’ll be facing…uh�?Blair Mason, yea that’s right. She’s a fun girl you know. Anyway I was wondering if you’re nervous about facing her?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Nervous about facing Blair Mason? Are you kidding me? My three year old daughter could put up more of a fight then Blair could. The only two things Blair has ever done in her career is score easy victories over people who are even more worthless than her and bore those of us who are better to tears. Maybe she would intimidate someone like you, but the only purpose she serves to me is another win to add to my record.
%Kris Dawson%
You sound quite sure that you’re going to be able to beat Blair tomorrow night. What makes you so sure that you’ll be able to beat her?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Let me put it in a way that even your small mind will understand. Blair hasn’t shown her face around here in a good few weeks that stands to reason that she most likely isn’t going to show up tomorrow night wouldn’t you think? (Kris nods) See I knew you’d get it if I worded it easy enough. Problem is, her not showing up doesn’t do me any favors. My opponent on Rampage wussed out and now it appears that Blair is doing the same which makes me wonder if we don’t need to up our standards in what we let in the door.
%Kris Dawson%
Blair has never missed a match. I know she doesn’t hang out with anyone but I can’t see her not showing up for this. Why don’t you think she’ll show up?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Well first of all Kris, the last time I checked she wasn’t the type to show up at the very last minute. I mean, she’s got this bad ass image that she has to maintain and how many people would find her even the least bit remotely intimidating if she waited till the very last second to show her face. Besides if she thought she had an ice cube’s chance in hell at coming out of this match with a victory she would have made sure to say it by now. There isn’t to many people around here that are certain they can achieve something and keep it to themselves, no matter how wrong or right they may be. If the think they have the slightest chance at doing something they’ll say it so often that they’ll sound like a broken record. Surely even someone as air-headed as you can see that.
%Kris Dawson%
I don’t have air in my head do I? What should I do?
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Get your ass out of my locker room and go find one of the stage hands to get the air out for you.
%Kris Dawson%
Okay Trish, thank you.
Before Trish could muster up a reply Kris gets up from her seat and races out the door. Trish turns her head back around once again resting on Deacon’s chest.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
That was easy enough.
%Deacon Havok%
Well done babe.
Trish smirked.
%Trish Stratus Copes%
Why thank you.
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