Trish made her way down the hall in her usual pace. As she reaches the end of the hall she turns down a smaller hallway soon arriving at the Gorilla Position. She nodded at the tech guy as she made her way through the long tented structure and up a small set of stairs. Stepping onto an equally small steel stage she walks across peering through the thick black curtain listening as "It's Time to Rock 'n' Roll" blasts over the p.a. system. As the song continues to play the fans rise to their feet flooding the arena with a chorus of boos as they know who's on their way out. While the fans continue to boo the lights in the arena start to lower changing from their usual shade of yellow to a bright shade of pink followed by a bright purple. As the lights continue to alternate between the two the thick black curtain at the back of the stage starts to move. Finally the curtain opens all the way and Trish Stratus Jericho emerges from the other side to the fans disgust. Trish saunters to the front of the stage with a malicious smile on her face at the reaction she was getting. Trish reaches the end of the ramp moving her right hand in a circular motion before arrogantly bowing as she waits for Lillian to introduce her.

Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome from Toronto Ontario Canada she is a Co-Owner of the World's Greatest E-Federation and General Manager of Raw....Trish Stratus Jericho.

Pleased with the introduction Trish rises to a standing position and started down the ramp. As she walks down the ramp she looks from side to side noticing several signs directed at her bearing such remarks as "Trash Stratus" and " Trish is a slut". Trish simply shoots them a cold glare and continues on her way. A few fans reach out in hopes of reaching the blonde bombshell but Trish steps to the side just missing their touch. As she reaches the end of the ramp she sees a young male fan holding a sign which read  "I Came to Be Stratusfied". The cold glare on Trish's face appears to soften as she makes her way towards him. She stretches across the barricade with what he thought was a friendly gesture only for her rip the sign out of his hand and slaps him across the face so hard that he fell to the floor. The crowd erupts in a loud boo at Trish's lack of respect. Trish shoots them a cocky grin as she brushes a stray of section back into place. She then turns around and walks up the steel steps onto the ring apron. She takes a few steps before bending down to glide between the middle and bottom ropes. Rising back to an upright position she walks to the middle of the ring, once again arrogantly bowing before the crowd. After she's finished she raises her head back up then walks over to where Lillian Garcia is standing ripping the mic out of her hand. Lillian gives Trish a confused look but Trish turns walking back to the center of the ring. Trish pauses waiting for the music to die down and the crowd to shut up. A moment passes and  "It's Time to Rock'n' Roll" starts to fade eventually becoming silent. Sensing that Trish is about to speak the crowd finally starts to quiet down.

Trish Stratus Jericho: Well it seems that yet another participant in the Women’s Title Match tonight has decided to run with her tail between her legs. Who could that person be?

Trish puts her index finger up to her bottom lip tapping her French manicured nail against her bottom lip pretending to think.

Trish Stratus Jericho: Oh that’s right, that’d be current Women’s Champion Sharmaine James. The last we saw Sharmaine she was at home with mommy and daddy having a little spat? What’s a matter Sharmaine did your little spat with mommy mess with your head so much that you just couldn’t bring yourself to be a part of this match? It’s a shame really because I was looking forward to stepping into that ring with you and taking away the one thing that makes you feel important, I guess I’ll just have to settle for going into the ring with Kat. (Trish smirks) Ya know Kat, you and I have had our share of taking digs at each other this past week and I’ll give you this it was quite interesting. Not interesting in the fact that you have enough of a brain to pay attention and use what you’ve heard to say something clever but in the fact that you actually have the talent to back up what you say unlike the majority of the women on this roster. I’m sorry to have to crush your dreams about being the women’s champion so soon in your career but alas sweetie that’s the way things have to be. Why you ask? Simply because like Eryhen and Sharmaine you’re in over your head. You c an sit there saying over and over again that this is your match and that I don’t belong in it till you have finally convinced yourself that’s true but it will not erase the fact that it is you that don’t belong. You’re just some rookie trying to hang in the big leagues using big words to make it appear that you fit in. Who knows someday down the road you just might but for now why don’t you do everyone a big favor and get out while you can. Now before you come out here running your mouth that I want you out so I can have the title handed to me I will state that’s not the case. You see Kat while I actually have a shred of respect for you I don’t want to go out there and waste my time going against someone who isn’t ready for a match of this magnitude. You’ve only got a few minutes left to mull it over and I suggest that you use every single minute to your advantage cause once that bell rings the time for thinking will be done and you’ll have no choice but to go through with it. Good luck sweetie…�?you’ll need it.

Trish tosses her mic down onto the canvas as “It’s Time to Rock ‘n�?Roll�?blasts over the p.a. system as she makes her way across the ring to the ropes. She dips down to the middle rope, gliding between it and the bottom stepping onto the ring apron. She walks the short distance to the steel steps. As she makes her way to the entrance ramp a few of the fans reach out hoping for the chance to touch her but Trish steps just past their range laughing as she starts up the ramp eventually disappearing behind the curtain.