The scene opened in Honolulu, Hawaii where the WGEF would be airing this week’s edition of Friday Night Fight Night in just a matter of a few days. As the scene continues to play we’re taken to a hotel room in one of the cities finest hotel. WGEF Co-Owner Trish Stratus Copes is seen lounging on the bed dressed in a plain white t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. Her luscious blonde hair hung loosely down her back still in a tangled mess from just waking up. She looked over at the other side of the bed noticing that her husband Deacon was gone. She knew he had a match of his own to get ready for and was most likely at the gym. Trish looked over at the rollaway bed noticing that her daughter Crystal was still fast asleep. Oh well, it was early yet. She let out a yawn debating on whether or not to take a shower or just lounge on the bed awhile longer. A shower would help more. Trish swung her legs over the side of the bed dropping down to the floor. She made her way around the bed to the bathroom. As she disappeared inside she made sure to leave the door open just a crack in case Crystal woke up. She re-emerged a half an hour later with a mint green towel wrapped around her still dripping wet body. She grabbed her gym bag from its position by the wall rummaging around in the larger section for something to wear. Finally she found a pair of gray t-shirt and a pair of black cotton pants. Tossing them on the floor beside her she pulls out a black lacy thong with a matching bra. She disappears into the bathroom again only to re-emerge moments later. Trish made her way over to the bed grabbing her laptop case laying it on the bed before climbing on herself. She had a match coming up this Friday against Blair Mason with her Intercontinental Title on the line and to promote it her assistant Karen had decided she do something different. What was that exactly? Post a blog on the WGEF’s official website. Trish, of course protested. She didn’t care to have anything to do with the fans unless she absolutely had to and in her mind this ranked right up there with that. Trish eventually gave in to save her own sanity. So here she sat in the middle of the bed with her laptop in front of her typing away as fast as her fingers could go. Hello there everyone. I’m not going to pretend I enjoy doing these things because anyone who knows me will know that I don’t. Inn fact I detest them but it gets me out of having to spend time on some retarded TV show that I couldn’t give two shits about and that can’t be all bad, right? Anyway for those of you who don’t already know this week on Fight Night I’m defending my Intercontinental Title against Blair Mason. No typo…I really mean Blair Mason. In case you’re on the several who don’t know who she is, she’d be the woman who faced Max Mayhem for a shot against me for the belt and made that nice little speech about how she was going to be the first person to take the Intercontinental Title away from me. Yep…that’s her. She couldn’t beat me in a regular match…in fact she didn’t even show up. And yet somehow in that warped psychotic mind of hers she thinks that she’s going to accomplish what no one else has been able to do? Blair, I don’t quite know how to break it to you but if you weren’t able to beat me before, chances are more than likely that you aren’t going to this time either. In fact you could save yourself a great deal of pain by pulling the tape of our last match, handing it to the camera crew and having them just re-air it. Not that I mind spending a few minutes beating you for a second time, but if you don’t want to be embarrassed for a second time you might want to consider it. I did get a nice laugh out of that bullshit blog or whatever it was she did before On The Edge. In fact I enjoyed it so much that I copied it to a flash drive so I laugh it over and over again. That’s all it was good for anyway, a cheap laugh. So the great Blair Mason, is going to show me what it means to be a proper champion is she? Yea…okay. If defending the title against who she classifies as real opponents whenever she decides to get off her ass is what she considers being a proper champion then she needs a serious lesson in what being a champion means. Most of the current champions do for that matter, but that’s for another time. What Blair doesn’t realize is that I have defended this belt against whoever came along wanting a shot, jobber or not. You see Blair, being a good champion is not only about defending the title against the best of the best but to keep it as active as possible. Have I always defended it against the best? I’ll admit I haven’t. Let’s take a look as to why shall we? I get people like JBL coming around month after month whining they want a shot for whatever reason and won’t give up till they get it. Sure I could tell them no and risk going completely insane but since I happen to enjoy my sanity I give them the shot. I don’t discriminate against them because they don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground or because they were booted off the short bus. I may not be the absolute nicest person around here but I do draw the line against being nasty to the mentally handicapped. Especially when they can sue for discrimination. That’d be why you got the chance at a title shot my dear. Just pisses all over your bonfire, now doesn’t it? I hate to break it to you in such a cold manner but I couldn’t let you go on with the charade that you actually had talent any longer. It’s bad enough that you’ve thought it for this long. As for me needing to do my homework…please! You’re far from being a mystery sweetheart. I’ve heard all about that illustrious background you had in Japan and how it’s made you so much better than anyone else. It only comes out of your mouth every time you open it. In fact I could probably recite it in my sleep if I really wanted to. Not that I’m ever going to be that bored that I would give an inkling to anything you’d say but you get the picture. If I were you, not that I want to be, but if I were I’d be doing my homework. Not to dig into my background and see what kind of training I have because I think you more than know that already, but to go through the last encounter you and I had to see where you went wrong. No, it wasn’t when the referee rang the bell to start the match. Although, that moment was definitely one of them. Instead you need to go through the match, studying every move closely and pinpoint that one crucial second where you blew it. I know you have to be asking yourself, why is she giving me such wonderful pointers on how to take the title off her so easily? Keep in mind I’m by no means giving you pointers on how to take my title, I’m merely giving you some pointers on how to put on a decent match. I’ve seen your last few matches Blair…trust me you need all the help you can get. Especially if you plan on putting on a performance like you did against Serenity. You remember her don’t you? The woman who was nothing more than another generic nothing. Pretty sad that a generic nothing demolished you isn’t it? Someone of your supposed greatness beaten by a woman that you don’t think has any talent. Of course in your mind I don’t either. What was it you called me again? Oh yea…over rated. If I had a penny for every time I heard that I’d be richer than I already am. But hey, if being under the illusion that I’m over rated helps you to sleep at night then by all means you keep right on thinking it. It’s not like I could really stop you. All I can say is that when Friday night finally rolls around you will see just how wrong you were when you’re lying flat on your back broken and beaten. Of course by then it will be to late but that’s how life is, isn’t it? Alright people, I’ve got more important things to do than sit here all day, After all this company doesn’t exactly run itself now does it? THEE One and Only, Trish Stratus Copes After finishing her blog Trish read over it again checking it over carefully before she posted it. She may not like the idea of even doing this but if she had to then it was going to be perfect. As she hit save the door to her hotel room opened and Deacon made his way inside. Trish looked up giving him a sweet smile before turning her attention back to her laptop giving the page one final look over before shutting the computer down. As the screen went black she pulled the top closed. Grabbing the bag from the foot end of the bed she slides the computer inside. She pulls the zipper across before sitting it back down on the floor. Deacon made his way over to the bed taking a seat next to Trish. %Deacon Havok% All I get is a little smile? I’m your husband and you give that computer more attention�?I’m hurt. Trish snickers at the comment. %Trish Stratus Copes% If you say so but somehow I highly doubt that. You know I had to do this stupid blog thing for my title defense against Blair Friday night. It’s not like it’s the highlight of my day or anything. It was all Karen’s bright idea. How she got me talked into it I’ll never know. %Deacon Havok% She knows your weakness apparently. %Trish Stratus Copes% What she knows is how much I enjoy my sanity. Not that it makes a difference anyway, if I didn’t do this she’d find something else for me to do that I despise even more. %Deacon Havok% I wouldn’t be surprised. She always has had a habit of sending you on things that you don’t like. This could have very easily been one of them. %Trish Stratus Copes% You’re telling me. The last thing I want to is spend an hour answering questions from some idiot who doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground. %Deacon Havok% You’re very optimistic you know that? For all you know she might send you to one that actually asks something different than the same things over and over again. %Trish Stratus Copes% That’ll be the day. Considering that Blair hasn’t been the most active person on the roster, whatever show she booked me on would have their work cut out for them coming up something different. After all there isn’t much they can say other than she thinks she’s hot shit just because she studied in Japan. She could have studied in Timbuktu and I still wouldn’t give a rat’s ass. But to hear her tell it, that’s the only way to be a true competitor. %Deacon Havok% She’s just trying to get people to defend where they studied and take their focus off the match altogether. %Trish Stratus Copes% Whatever floats her boat I guess. If that and the childish retorts are the best she can do I might as well be defending my title against Crystal. Lord knows I’d get something more grown up put of her. %Deacon Havok% More grown up huh? You certainly don’t give this girl any credit. I know she’s made a habit of using it before but as badly as she wants to get her hands on the Intercontinental Title, I can’t see her using something as generic. %Trish Stratus Copes% I wouldn’t put it past her to use something generic, she has every other time. I kid you not every time she opens her mouth the same thing comes out. How she’s the best thing to ever grace a wrestling ring and how she’s so passionate about wrestling just because she trained in Japan. The only reason she trained there is because no one here could train here. After all they are only human and can only do so much without the help of a magic wand. %Deacon Havok% That was harsh. Japan is known for putting out some good talent, if she trained there she trained there she’s got to have at least some talent. %Trish Stratus Copes% Very little. And that’s being overly generous. %Deacon Havok% Perhaps but you can never be too careful with your title on the line. It might not be a bad idea to give her a little more consideration and study some of her matches. Who knows you might find something useful in there that you could use against her. %Trish Stratus Copes% You’re real funny you know that? The day I find something useful in one of Blair’s matches is the exact same day that I start taking every other reject in this company seriously and you and I both know that’s never going to happen. Besides what could Blair possibly do that I haven’t already seen a half a dozen times already? She’s far from being the first person to train over in Japan then come back here to work and she won’t be the last. The only reason she came back is because she couldn’t hack it over there and doesn’t have the guts to admit it. %Deacon Havok% That was harsh. %Trish Stratus Copes% The truth hurts, what can I say? Every woman that comes in here claims to be the one to be the best there is. Blair isn’t any different. She’s just another carbon copy of all the others before that have claimed that they could defeat me and just like them she will make the same excuses when she fails. Knowing Blair she already some lined up. How the only way I beat her was that I cheated or like the last time she didn’t give her all. God forbid she come out and admit that she isn’t as good as she thinks she is. One would think by now she would already know it but apparently. %Deacon Havok% And you don’t have a problem showing it to her, do you? Trish smirks. %Trish Stratus Copes% Of course not. You know me, I’m always so giving in that aspect. It is Christmas after all. As the words escaped her lips Crystal stirred on the opposite side of the room, eventually waking up. She pulled the covers back, flinging her legs over the side of the bed and rising to her feet. She climbed up on the king sized bed crawling over to where Trish and Deacon were at. %Crystal Copes% Is it Christmas mommy? %Trish Stratus Copes% Not yet sweetie you’ve still got a few days yet. Maybe if you’re good mommy will take you Christmas shopping later. %Crystal Copes% Daddy coming too? %Trish Stratus Copes% That’s up to him if he wants to come along or not. Right now mommy’s busy getting ready for her match against Blair and daddy’s got a match against Dylan, Phoenix and Triple H. I tell you what, you stay here with daddy while mommy heads to the gym for a bit and then we’ll see about going Christmas shopping. How’s that? %Crystal Copes% Okay mommy. Trish gave her a smile as she bent down giving her daughter a kiss on the head before leaning over and giving Deacon a kiss on the lips. A few moments pass and she slides off the side of the bed grabbing her gym bag from along the wall. She flung it over her shoulder and made her way across the room to the door. Gripping the handle she gave it a slight turn to the right before pulling it towards her. She turned around giving Deacon and Crystal one final look before disappearing into the hallway. |