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|Warning Begin|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!

Roleplay Title: U Clicked It
People Used: Deacon Havok and Trish Stratus
Win/Loss Draw Record: 18/9/2
Achievements: WGEF Co-0wner, Raw General Manager.Tag Team Champion, Women's Champion. Mother of Crystal, Dating Deacon Havok
OCC: Here's #1

It was just a little over two weeks before WGEF Armageddon would be airing live from the Tokyo Dome in the heart of Japan with a collection of great matches already booked for the event. One of those matches is the Intercontinental Title match between the reigning champion Kurt Angle and his former friend turned enemy, Trish Stratus. 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 Todd Grisham 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 “First Time�?by Lifehouse 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 Miss Stratus, raise your hand and she will get to when she can. Simple as that. Now without further adieu, our guest of honor…Trish Stratus.

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: 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, it’s no secret that Deacon Havok has always been your special enforcer, even more so since the two of you started dating recently. Is there any chance that he will interject himself into your match against Kurt if Kurt does too much damage?

Trish Stratus: (She rolls her eyes and shakes her head) Okay before I get a half a ton of questions on this I’m going to address it one time and one time only. Deacon will not be getting involved in my match against Kurt simply because he knows he doesn’t need to. I am fully capable taking care of myself regardless how “much damage�?Kurt does or doesn’t inflict. I’m fully aware of that bur that Kurt’s been festering up his ass ever sent Deacon beat him last week on Raw. Kurt’s set to make an example of me in hopes of once again lifting those low spirits up. So Kurt can bring that anal retentive nature of his to the ring and do his worst but unfortunately for him it won’t get him anything but his second loss in two weeks.

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 you’re capable of taking care of yourself against anyone, but Kurt is very technical when it comes to what he can do in the ring. Pretty much like yourself. Being a woman, are you at all concerned that he’s�?

Trish Stratus: 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 Kurt Angle Fan club or his bald head just makes you wet but I’m not the least bit concerned if he’s better than me or not. Why? Because he’s not. I’ll give Kurt credit, he’s a hell of a wrestler but he’s not as overly unique as you make him out to be. Unless you count the amount of turtle wax he uses to get that head of his to shine like he does then you may be right there. But if you’re talking about how great he is in the ring, I’m sorry to burst your bubble there sweetie but he’s not all that different than anyone else. Sure he’s got his Ankle Lock and his Angle Slam, while mildly impressive in their own right, aren’t going to help him stand out any more than he did that time he was in the Special Olympics. The thing about Kurt is if you’re able to stay awake long enough to get through even one of his matches then he’s pretty easy to figure out. Lucky for me I’ve already had that so called pleasure when I teamed with him. Of course at the time I wasn’t aware that he would be giving me a free shot, but lucky for me that I have enough coffee before hand to keep me awake long enough to watch him very closely so I know quite well what to expect. I could stand here and go into detail exactly what that means but then I’d get on the internet later and see that its either been covered by whatever questionable publication gave your sorry ass a job or pimple faced kid has somehow gotten wind of it and it’s been plastered everywhere. Then Kurt would know exactly what I’m expecting from him to do and go in the complete opposite direction, thus making my job that much harder and I can’t have that now can I? (The reporter shakes her head) You’re damn right I can’t. I want him sitting there wondering exactly what little secrets of his I know and which ones I don’t. Makes it much fun for me that way and I like my fun very much. I’m sorry to spoil it for you honey but you won’t be getting that out of me to post on your little Kurt Angle fan site. As depressing at that is for you, you’re just going to have to suck it up and move on. Next question.

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 #3: When this match was first made you and Kurt were, I guess you could say friends and now you’ve become bitter enemies. Exactly what has changed between you two and will it affect this match?

Trish Stratus: Alright granny, you really need to be checking back into the home. I’m sure they’re worried sick about you by now. But before you go I’m going to graciously answer your questions. As you so eloquently put it Kurt and I used to be friends, of course not the kind he was hoping for but friends none the less. But anyway, we became friends after I helped him screw Courtney out of her chance to become the Intercontinental Champion. It was such a nice little plan to get Courtney back for her and her husband costing me the shot in the first place. What Kurt didn’t know what that my alliance with Courtney and Chris had started before Survivor Series. Kurt figured he had me in his pocket and guaranteeing himself another win at Armageddon all at the same time. Now as far as the changing affecting this match, naturally it will affect it. Don’t get me wrong I’m still going to take Kurt’s title away, I’ve just got more motivation. (Trish smirks) Kurt wants to make this personal�?I don’t have the slightest problem playing along.

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

News Reporter #4: We’ve heard how you can last in the ring with anyone, how Kurt’s being a great technical wrestler and how your new animosity towards Kurt will affect your match next Sunday. What we haven’t heard how prepared you are to face Kurt since you have never faced him before.

Trish Stratus: Are you serious? (He nods) Somehow I figured you were. I may be blonde there Gomer but I’m far from stupid. I stand here and tell you just how prepared I am for this match and it goes straight to Kurt. Before you go shooting off your mouth that you don’t know Kurt, just let me say that I’m thrilled for you. You don’t know the most annoying man on the face of the planet. But for him to find out exactly how prepared I am, you don’t have to. Kurt may not know many things but he does know how to read or so I’m told. He can just as easily read word for word what I said in whatever poor excuse of a publication gave you a job and trust me if he so much as thinks there’s a way he can get an advantage over me then he will read everything he possibly can. So if you want to find out just how prepared I am I suggest that you watch Armageddon and find out for yourself cause this press conference is over.

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: Hey babe, I was just thinking about you.

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

Trish Stratus: (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: 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: Oh my god, you have no idea. I might as well have just went to the arena and spent a couple hours talking to Todd “I’m a complete idiot�?Grisham�?or�?(Trish shudders) Maria, 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. You’ve went through countless interviews with both Todd and Maria and haven’t driven bamboo sticks under your fingernails�?yet.

Trish Stratus: 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: 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 Tokyo Dome Sunday and take that title from Kurt.

Deacon Havok: (He laughs) Of course we can’t have that. Kurt’s already deranged enough, you at least have to be sane or you’re never going to take that title away. And hey I can’t wait to have the sexiest Intercontinental Champion ever as my girlfriend.

Trish Stratus: And I thought I was looking forward to this match. If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were going up against Old Baldy instead of me.

Deacon Havok: Don’t worry, this is your shot. I’m going to be in the back rooting for you to win. Not that you need my help, but I want more than anything for you to defeat Kurt and shut that mouth of his.

Trish Stratus: He hasn’t shown his face yet has he?

Deacon Havok: Not the last I heard but you know Kurt, he’s around somewhere. He’s probably sitting in his locker room as we speak waiting for that press conference of yours to come on TV so that he can study and find something to use against you.
Trish Stratus: Well naturally, its not like Kurt can ever come up with anything on his own first. Instead he has to wait for his opponent to say or do something so he can use it to make himself actually appear to have some brains. The man has an over active imagination I know, but hey what can you do? Sit around and wait for him to grow some brains? (She laughs) Fish would ride bicycles before that event happened.

Deacon Havok: You’ve got a point there.

Trish Stratus: Of course I do. After all I teamed with the man, I’m more than well versed on his methods. Even when him and I teamed together against Chris and Courtney he didn’t even bother to show up till the day before…and he was the one who picked the match in the first place.

Deacon Havok: Perhaps it was his plan the whole time. To lure you into believing that he had your back the whole time so you would trust him. Maybe I’m wrong here but I just don’t trust that man. Something tells me he wanted you to believe that he was friend so that he could screw you over the first chance he had. Like I said, maybe I’m wrong here but something tells me that’s why he came into your office after Survivor Series and offered you the shot at Armageddon.

Trish sat there thinking about what Deacon had just said for a moment. To be honest until Deacon had mentioned it the thought had never crossed her mind. Even when he originally sided with Vince McMahon during the whole alliance war. She wasn’t dense mind you. She just took it as a sign that he was a little to close to Vince than she cared to imagine. Of course now that the thought was in her head it was all she could think about. When her and Kurt had teamed together before Survivor Series she doubted whether she could trust him or not but never once questioned whether he would possibly set her up later on. Good thing she had Deacon there to look out for her. Not that she wouldn’t have been able to figure it out herself, because she can. Believe me. This is just one of those things that are seen faster when pointed out by someone else. Now that the thought had been introduced she found herself sitting there wondering if Deacon was indeed right about Kurt. It did make sense now that she thought about it. The thought made her laugh a little bit. She regained her composure a few moments later. She licked her lips, once again filling them with moisture as she started to speak yet again.

Trish Stratus: I wouldn’t put it past him to be honest. Up until I aligned myself with Courtney I wouldn’t have even entertained the thought but after seeing his ass kissing to Vince when we announced our alliance, nothing surprises me out of him anymore. You know, had I known that he had such a deep interest in who did or didn’t care about The Rock, Dwayne Johnson, or whatever he happens to be calling himself for the week, I never would have agreed to keep teaming with him in the first place. Not that it would’ve been a secret joy to do it one time, but there are worse things in life than suffering through a night teaming with Kurt Angle.

Deacon Havok: And that would be?

Trish Stratus: Teaming with John Adams for one, then there’s that press conference, Todd Grisham, Maria…the list goes on.

Deacon Havok: (He laughs) How could anyone object with reasons like that ?

Trish Stratus: You get all kinds in this business trust me. Kurt is a prime example of that.

Deacon Havok: You have no arguments from me on that one.

Trish Stratus: Of course not cause you know how Kurt is, which still surprises me that I never thought about him giving me this shot just to screw me over. (Trish laughs) It’s a real cute plan though.

Deacon Havok: Cute…I didn’t think I’d hear you use that word.

Trish Stratus: Why not? It fits perfectly. After all the dipshit has no idea that I’ve now been made aware of his intentions from the start. And knowing Kurt as well as I do he’d wait till after Armageddon to reveal that was his plan the whole time, just to feed off the drama of it all. The man’s a drama queen plain and simple. Why do you think he got so pissed when Kay announced that I was the third part in our alliance? Because he finally caught on to I wasn’t going to be sitting in my office listening to what he said about forming a team and destroying the tag team division. It was bad enough that I had to sit there once pretending that I liked the idea till the time was right to pull the rug out from under him.

Deacon Havok: You really like doing that don’t you?

Trish Stratus: Of course I do. Can I help it if I get an enjoyment out of the surprised and hurt looks on people’s faces when they’re completely blind sided? And trust me the look on Kurt’s face was priceless. (She laughs) Just that alone was worth lowering myself to team with Chris and Courtney.

Deacon Havok: That was definitely priceless babe. Could be why Kurt has taken off this long supposedly training for his match against you Sunday night.

Trish Stratus: HA! Kurt’s taken off this long to train and my day was fantastic. I don’t believe for one second that’s what he’s doing, even if it came from his own mouth. I know him much better than that. Besides Kurt has a reputation for sitting on his ass waiting for his opponent to give him something to use before he put down his glass of milk and do anything productive. Trust me the second that my press conference hits TV he’ll all but wet himself digging through it in hopes of finding even the slightest thing that he can use against me.

Deacon Havok: Did you give him much?

Trish Stratus: To be honest, I really don’t know. Not that it really matters anyway, if he doesn’t have something to twist around to make himself appear intelligent then he’ll make something up and quite frankly I can find better things to do than go around correcting all of Kurt’s mistakes like a teacher going over an essay.

Deacon Havok: Have you given any thought onto Karen coming down there and sticking her nose in?

Actually she hadn’t given any thought into Karen interfering in the match. So far all Karen had done was show her ass around the arena the other day when she arrived which didn’t catch Trish’s attention much. Sure she was aware of her arriving already but until she said or did something noteworthy Trish didn’t see her as a threat. That wasn’t saying that she wasn’t keeping an eye on her. Because she was. Right along with everyone else in Vince’s corner, just because Kurt was no longer on their side didn’t mean they wouldn’t come down and try something. So she had to be ready for everything.

Trish Stratus: If she or anyone else does then she’ll see her husband stripped of the Intercontinental Title faster than when Chris Orton lost the Undisputed Title to David Steel. Kurt’s main goal in life might be to defeat me for the title but I don’t think he’s near that stupid to risk being stripped of it. Not with as wet as that title makes him.

Deacon Havok: I hope you’re right.

Trish Stratus: Don’t worry I am. This is Kurt we’re talking about here, I know the man like a book. Okay more like pamphlet but you get the idea. He’s not all that hard to figure out, especially when a title’s involved. He’d do anything to keep it even if it means doing something on his own for once. So don’t worry I’ll be fine. (She looks up to see the limo pulling into the parking lot of the hotel she was 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. Okay?

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

Trish Stratus( 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.

This layout was made by Justin for Angela and I MEAN only for Angela for her character Trish. Dont be a little stupid bitch and still these things folks. If you would like a layout of any sort just send a email to me [email protected]

The scene reopens the following day at the hotel we visited earlier. As the scene continued to play we see Trish Stratus made her way back down the hallway. As she reaches the end she turns back down the main hallway coming up behind the reception desk. She can’t help but snicker as she sees the receptionist still sitting at her desk painting her nails. Shaking her head and chuckling to herself she continued down the hallway. When she reached the desk she walked up beside the desk leans across the desk knocking the bottle of bright red nail polish all over the desk. As the receptionist looks up at her in disgust Trish flashes her innocent smile.

Trish Stratus: You really should keep a better hold on that bottle sweetie it does tend to make a mess when it spills.
Before the receptionist can even mutter out a reply Trish pushes her small frame off the desk and walks the short distance from the desk to the entry door. As she reaches the door the security guard positioned outside pulled the door open for her. She smiles politely at him thanking him as she breezed through the door. She steps on the sidewalk to see the limo driver standing right beside the left rear door gripping the handle tightly waiting on Trish to reach him. Finally she reached the end of the sidewalk and the driver pulls the door open watching as Trish slides inside. Once Trish is inside he closes the door to the limo and walked around to the front. Opening the front left door he quickly slides into the driver’s seat and fires up the engine. Before he starts to pull out of the parking lot he turns around towards Trish.

Limo Driver: Where to Miss Stratus?

Trish looks down at her watch seeing that her flight to London was scheduled to leave in an hour. She let out an uneasy sigh knowing that she doesn’t have the time to run back home and get some clothes into her suitcase and rush back out and still make her flight on time. She lets her body fall back against the seat looking up at the limo driver.

Trish Stratus: To the airport please Dave, I’m running late for my flight to Tokyo.

Dave simply nods as he turns back around; he puts the limo into drive and pulls out of the parking lot. As it reaches the end of the drive the fans once again pound on the glass trying to get some form of attention out of Trish. She simply rolls her eyes as them as she digs into her purse looking for her cell phone. After a few minutes she finally finds it shoved down at the bottom of her purse. She pulls the phone out and flips it open. She pulls up her contacts and flips through to Chris’s number. After flipping through a couple of numbers she reaches Chris’s number and goes through the options, finally pressing the call button. As the phone starts to ring she reaches over to the armrest and presses the button that controls the partician. Just as the patrician reaches the top Deacon picks up the phone.

Deacon Havok: Hey babe, why’d you fly out of the room so fast? You left in such a hurry that I didn’t even get a kiss goodbye.

Trish Stratus: I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t hear the alarm this morning and I got up late so I had to rush off to the airport or I’m going to miss my plane.

Deacon Havok: Well I’ll excuse it this time. Hey listen, you left your gym bag here. Did you want me to bring it when I come later?

Trish Stratus: Jesus Christ, I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached. I’d appreciate it if you’d bring it. Has my press conference come on yet?

Deacon Havok: It aired last night apparently. Good Morning America was showing clips of it this morning it was very nice by the way. Best damn press conference I’ve ever seen

Trish couldn’t help but smile at the comment. She had to admit that it was a pretty good press conference, much more aggravating than she had cared for but it went smoothly so all in all it was a success. Still the comment made her smile.

Trish Stratus: That’s a bold faced lie Deacon Havok and you know it, but I appreciate the comment none the less. I wonder if Kurt’s seen it yet.

Deacon Havok: You haven’t heard a half a ton of bitching yet have you?

Trish Stratus: Well no but that doesn’t mean anything. Kurt’s not exactly the smartest person in the world and wit the time that it’s going to take him to think of that many big words much less think of different ways to word it so he doesn’t say that he sucks over and over again.

Deacon Havok: Now there was an image I wanted to see. Kurt sucking…it leaves a very, very nasty image. Good gracious Trish, did you really have to say that? It’s bad enough that it’s a fact but to envision it is something I didn’t need this early in the morning.

Trish Stratus: Don’t even pull that on me, you know you would have said it if you had the chance. Besides I only speak the truth. Why do you think he’s been so quiet the last few weeks? He’s spending all his time training for a match that he has come right out and said that was going to be easy for him. I hate to burst his bubble but all the training in the world isn’t going to help. He’d look pretty funny being put in his own Ankle Lock, don’t you think?

Deacon Havok: Awfully violent already aren’t you? Geesh makes me glad I’m not going to be in that ring across from you or I’d be the one being taken out on a stretcher.

Trish Stratus: (laughing) Hadn’t thought of that but I’ll add that to the list of things I give Karen when I call her from the plane. That’ll make her day I’m sure. When you bring my bag could you make sure my black and white outfit is in it?

Deacon Havok: Sure thing babe.

Trish thanked him for getting her things together then blew him a quick kiss into the phone. After saying their goodbyes she flipped her phone back closed and tossed it back into her purse. Leaning her head against the cushion of the seat she lowered the patrician back down and stared out the window.

About an hour later Trish’s limo reaches the airport and pulls into the parking lot. It slowly makes its way through the lengthy driving lane eventually coming to a stop directly in front of the doors. The limo driver killed the engine and opened his door stepping out onto the sidewalk. He quickly walked around to the rear door and pulled it open. A few seconds pass and Trish emerges from inside the limo still dressed in the white tank top and pants that she put on that morning. She grabbed her purse from its place on the seat beside her and drapes it over her shoulder. She rises to a standing position, offering the limo driver a polite smile and a thank you before heading into the airport. As she reaches the doors they glide open allowing Trish inside. She stepped past the doors coming to a stop on the other side. She reached inside her purse looking for her airline ticket. Finally finding it next to her cell phone she pulls it out. Her eyes scan the ticket from top to bottom looking for the gate number. She finally finds it on the bottom of the ticket. Gate 23 she quietly says to herself. She lets out a quick hmmm before placing the ticket carefully back into her purse. She takes a quick peek at her watch seeing that she only had 45 minutes left before her flight. Tightening her grip on her purse Trish hurries down the hall searching for gate 23 and her husband and daughter. Halfway down she sees a large sign hanging from the ceiling giving the directions to where different gates are located. Trish pauses to look and see if the gate she was looking for was on there. Sure enough there it was directly in the middle. Just as Trish was about to continue on she heard an unfamiliar voice calling out “Oh my god it’s Trish Stratus!�? Trish rolled her eyes in annoyance knowing that it was just some damp pantied fan before turning around and finding two teenage girls standing behind her.

Girl #1: Excuse me Trish but we were hoping to get a quick autograph.

Trish nodded her head in acceptance knowing it was the only way she was going to rid herself of them in time to catch her flight. Before she can even fish around in her purse for something to write with both girls produce a sharpie marker and a small notebook. The second girls hands the notebook to Trish as she quickly starts to sign a brief message across the top of the piece of paper.

Girl #1: I know you’re probably in a hurry but I was just wondering are you nervous about facing someone as talented as Kurt Angle for the Intercontinental title?

Trish scoffed at the question…her be nervous? Now that was funny.

Trish Stratus: I’m sorry you have the wrong person. If I were you I’d wait around awhile for Kurt and ask him that question.

Girl #2: Okay maybe not nervous but surely you’re concerned about your chances of coming out the winner.

Trish Stratus: Naturally. I’m always concerned about whether I win or not. Not because of what the fans think of course but because I’m…well�?me and if I’m not the best then I’m ordinary. God that would be horrible.

Girl #1: Have you done anything to prepare for this match?

Trish Stratus: Well of course I have darling�? I’ve ordered as much coffee as I can just so that I can stay awake for the whole thing. Lord knows I’m going to it having to endure yet another match with Kurt.

Girl #2: If you don’t like competing with him, why accept his challenge?

Trish Stratus: Are you really that dense or have you been licking to many of those flavored windows again? Honestly what’s going on in the schools today? (The girl gets pissed) Alright since I seemed to have offended you I’ll answer your little question. I accepted his challenge for one reason and that’s the Intercontinental Title. The Intercontinental Title is a highly prestigious title and I’m a very prestigious woman so it’s only natural that I hold it don’t you think?

Girl #1: With the Ankle Lock being Kurt’s most dangerous hold, sure you�?

Trish Stratus: What…can avoid it? Sweetie its not exactly a form of rocket science here. Avoiding the Ankle Lock is as simple as avoiding chocolate in your case. Maybe not as hard judging by all that extra weight you’ve been packing on there, but hard none the less.

Trish handed the girls back the notebook after giving each of them the autograph they asked for. She was hoping that would further show that she had other places she needed to be but no such luck.

Girl #2: You’re taking this match awfully lightly. I mean the one time you teamed with Kurt you lost, I know it was because Kurt let you down but are you sure that he’s not someone you can’t beat?

Trish shot the girls a cold glare as she adjusted her purse on her shoulder.

Trish Stratus: Someone I can’t beat huh? He wrestles some pussies and suddenly that makes him better than me…sweetie I don’t think so.

Girl #1: What about Karen Angle? I know you know what you’re doing but I wouldn’t put it past him not to have her come down and help him retain the title.

Trish Stratus: You’re getting smarter there Porky. Perhaps Kurt would but quite frankly I don’t see him being that stupid. He wants to defeat me more than anything in the world and there’s no way he’d risk anyone saying Karen won it for him, He’ll do this one on his own just to prove to everyone that he’s more than what he is.

Trish looks down at her watch seeing that she only has 20 minutes till her flight leaves.

Trish Stratus: Listen girls I really do have to be going if I want to catch my flight.

The girls be grudgingly accept and let Trish go on her way. Knowing that she has quite a distance to go Trish starts running down the terminal hoping that she’s able to make it on time. As she continues to run down the hallway her eyes catch her watch –only ten more minutes. Finally after a couple more minutes Trish finally reaches the gate. Out of breath she unzips her purse and reaches inside for her ticket. She pulls it out and hands it to the flight attendant behind the counter. As the flight attendant glances over the Trish looks around noticing that Deacon isn’t anywhere to be seen. Figuring they must already be on the plane she waits for the attendant to give her back her ticket. Finally he does and Trish hurries through the gate and into the plane where she sees Chris sitting on the outside seat with a magazine in his hands. She quickly shows the stewardess her ticket and is led to the seat next to him . As she plops her small frame into the seat next to him she lays her hand on his leg, rubbing it gently.

Deacon Havok: What took you so long? I was beginning to wonder if you were even going to make the plane.

Trish Stratus: I got stopped by these two pains in the ass girls wanting autographs and of course they had to ask some stupid questions about my match tonight. If I wouldn’t have sprinted across the terminal I wouldn’t have made it here on time.
Trish picks Crystal off her lap and sits her down in the seat next to her as the seatbelt sign comes on. After making sure that Crystal was secured she reached over and fastened her own seatbelt. As she did the stewardess stepped out from behind a curtain and got on the microphone.

Stewardess: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen to flight 930 direct from Toronto, Canada to London, England here on Virgin Atlantic. As soon as the plane has safely made it into the air you will be free to walk around the plane. Enjoy your flight and thank you for flying Virgin Atlantic.

She hung the microphone and disappeared once again behind the curtain. A few moments pass and the seatbelt sign goes off. Trish glances over at Crystal who is fast asleep in her seat. Trish undoes her seatbelt and reaches back inside her purse for her phone. Finding it at the bottom of the main compartment she pulls it out and flips it open She pulls up her contacts and searches for her assistant Karen’s phone number. As she comes across it she presses the call button and listens as the phone starts to ring. A couple of minutes and finally Trish can hear the phone being picked up.

Voice: Hello?

Trish Stratus: Hey Karen its Trish. Deacon and I have just left Toronto and are on our way over to Tokyo. The way I have it figured we should get there about an hour or two before the pay per view starts.

Karen: That going to give you enough time to over come the jetlag before your match? Considering you’ve got a title shot tonight you want to make sure you’re well rested going into this.

Trish Stratus: Don’t worry I’ll have plenty of time to get there and relax a bit before my match comes up. Even with it being third on the card an hour or two will give me plenty of time. You worry to much you know that? If I didn’t know better I swear I was talking to Deacon over here instead of you.

Deacon opens his eyes and looks over at his girlfriend with a quizzical expression as he tries to figure what’s going on. Seeing him looking at her Trish moves the phone away from her mouth a bit and mouths the word Karen at him. Deacon nods and closes his eyes once again.

Trish Stratus: Did the sets and everything get there on time and set up?

Karen: Everything’s fine. All the stages and sets came this morning and the crew is setting them up now. I told them to make sure they were up when by the time you got here.

Trish Stratus: Fantastic! I don’t know what I’d do without you helping me.

Karen: Yea about that. You’re really going to love me even more. I checked the sign in sheet at the Tokyo Dome and all the hotels around here and so far Kurt hasn’t checked into any hotels nor shown up at the arena.

Trish Stratus Jericho: You have got to be kidding me! Don’t tell me that my press conference stumped him that much? I mean, I knew it would have trouble getting through all that turtle wax he uses on his head.

Karen: You’re awful, you know that?

Trish Stratus: What can I say…I try? It’s not like the whole company doesn’t know already anyway. Why else do you think his head shines so much? He has to use at least twenty coats on that thing to get it that shiny. I just hope I can see tomorrow night when I have to face him. How about you add a helmet to the list of things we need?

Karen: What on earth could you possibly have planned for a helmet?

Trish Stratus: For Kurt to wear of course. Geesh Karen, you really need to pick up on things a little more. You’re starting to sound more and more like Kurt every day. What are you going to do next, shave your head and start reciting his three I’s, Idiocy…Impotency…Initial Anal Retentiveness.

Karen: Wait…those aren’t�?

Trish Stratus: Yes Karen they’re made up. I was making a joke, which I thought you would at least get the gist of but since it obviously went way over your head then never mind. I’ll save it for Crystal, at least she’ll get it. Enough about your lack of intelligence has the referee for the match checked in yet?

Karen: Tim…oh yea,…he came in a couple hours ago. Why?

Trish Stratus: When you do see him I want to make sure and tell him that I want Karen Angle barred from ringside just in case Kurt actually gets stupid enough and has her interfere to save his ass. Lord knows she’d be the only one who would want to.

The two women share a small laugh at Kat’s expense before maintaining their composure moments later.

Karen: That was bad.

Trish Stratus: True but it was just to perfect not to say. Seriously who else would want to save his ass.

Karen: Well if you said that if he did have her come down that he would be stripped of his title, do you really think that he would actually try it and risk losing his title?

Trish Stratus: This is Kurt Angle, Karen. One can never tell what he’s going to do but if he thinks there’s a way he can get around it you can bet any amount of money that he’ll damn sure try it. That’s why I want you to make sure Tim’s aware she’s not to be down there in case he tries something.

Karen: Kurt would never do a thing like that.

Trish burst into laughter catching the attention of nearly half the plane. She ignores their stares and continues her chat with Karen.

Trish Stratus: Oh god no! It’s not like he was try something unfair to give him the extra advantage over someone.

Karen: I don’t know about you. One minute you have a bur up your ass and the next you’re the complete opposite. What’s changed?

Trish Stratus: Chalk it up to having a laugh at Kurt’s expense I guess you could say. You know what’s funny though? He thought he had this match won the second it was announced that I was joining Chris and Kaylee. When he had his match with Deacon all he kept telling him was that he was going to make me tap I swear to god Karen, he gets just a tad wet over making me tap to his stupid Ankle Lock.

Karen: Stupid or not, you have to be on your guard or you’re going to get locked in it pretty quick.

Trish Stratus: Relax worrywart, I’m aware that he’s going to try locking in his ankle lock on me and snap my ankle. He’s made his focal point every since he caught on I wasn’t going to kiss his ass and give him everything he wants, Like laying down and giving him the easy win tomorrow night.

Karen: He’s a dipshit, what can you expect? It’s just a shame he’s going to walk out of Tokyo without the Intercontinental Title.

Just as Karen finished speaking Trish looked up to see the seatbelt sign had come back on.

Trish Stratus: Listen Karen we’re arriving at the airport now so I’ll be at the arena in about an hour or so. I know this is a bad time to ask but my limo is out there right?

Karen: Of course.

Trish thanked Karen and quickly said her goodbyes. As she heard the dial tone coming from the other end she quickly flipped her phone closed. She stuffed back into the main section of her purse and fastened her seatbelt as the stewardess came back out.

Stewardess: Ladies and Gentlemen we are just about to land at the Heathrow Airport, please make sure you are seated and that your seatbelt is securely fastened around you. We hope that you have enjoyed your flight and will fly Virgin Atlantic in the future.

As she disappears once again behind the curtain as the plane started to descend. After a half hour it finally hit the ground sending everyone flying forward in their seats then slamming against the back seconds later. The plane coasted along the runway eventually coming to a smooth stop in front of the gate. Flight attendants gathered up front as the announcement was made for everyone to begin getting off the plane. Unfastening their seatbelts Trish and Deacon rose to their feet. As usual people pointed and stared as they made their way through the terminal. Deacon headed to the baggage claim as Trish headed through the lobby to the waiting limo. After having a bag boy grab the bags Deacon joined her inside the limo as the limo driver and bag boy loaded everything into the trunk. After twenty minutes everything was in the trunk. The limo shut the trunk and headed around to the front. He climbed in the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. After a couple of minutes he pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic. An hour and a half later they finally reach the arena to a large group of fans clustered at the top of the back drive. The limo driver fights through it eventually getting through and continuing on to the rear entrance door. The limo came to a stop just in front of the door. The driver got out and walked around to the back, he opened the rear door. Deacon slid out first followed by Trish. Deacon grabbed the bags from the limo driver and followed Trish inside. Once inside Trish dropped her small frame on the plush leather sofa as Deacon came in with the bags.

Trish Stratus: Listen babe I’ve got something to take care of quick then I’ll be right back to get ready.

Deacon nodded as Trish walked the short distance across the room to the doorway eventually disappearing into the hallway as the scene fades.

Roleplay Title: U Clicked It
People Used: Deacon Havok and Trish Stratus
Win/Loss Draw Record: 18/9/2
OCC: I know I'm losing but here's #3

The scene opens in Tokyo, Japan in the hotel room of Kaylee Adams Reso. After arriving in Japan Trish had went to see Kaylee about helping her get some pre match warm up in before tonight. Kaylee says she can do one better by hooking Trish up with her personal trainer Mike. She couldn’t do this without Kaylee’s help and she knew it. After thanking Kaylee for her help Trish turns around and makes her way across the room to leave and Kaylee then places a call into Mike, he does her a favor and she tells him to meet Trish in the lobby. She quickly text’s Trish the message and then lays back on the bed chilling out. Trish walks into the lobby and comes face to face with Mike. The two start to talk.

*Trish*

You ready old man?

*Mike*

Ready for what?

*Trish*

To get your ass kicked by the intercontinental champion that’s what.

*Mike*

Kay you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into.

*Trish*

Just bring it old man and Michael you have no idea what you got yourself into.
Laughing Trish leads him towards the parking lot and they both agree to run to the arena. Roughly 60 minutes later the pair arrives at the arena and proceed to enter locker rooms and get dressed. As Trish is getting dressed she hears a knock on the door and starts to talk.

*Mike*

Are you Ready yet?

Trish comes out wearing a black pair of track pants and a white t-shirt. She looks over at Mike who seems to have a shocked look on his face. He starts to talk.

*Mike*

What nothing revealing?

*Trish *

Michael...you know me better then that...I am not a slut like most of the divas. I am Trish, I am the one diva who beat you helped train, so don’t compare me to them. After all, not just any diva gets to hang around with the people I do and be friends with a.....old timer like yourself.

Mike just lifts an eyebrow in response to the last statement, and as he does Trish smiles and crosses her arms knowing he doesn’t like people going on about his age. Mike just pouts his lips slightly and nods his head before brushing his hair back and turning back to Trish.

*Mike*

Old timer huh...well I don’t look bad for a "old timer". Anyway did we come down here to talk about relationships or did we come out here to train coz if you keep up with the old man stuff I will so put the Womens Champion on her Champion butt, right here right now. *Mike laughs* oh that will be fun! So what’s the champ going to do? Talk me to the ground? Intimidate me with the threat of sending me to Florida with the rest of the golden oldies? Ohhh no its going to take more then that to put me down kid. Heck I think even morons like Stanley Ryan Tiger know that? So come on "Champ" show me whatcha got, as its been a while since you and me have had one of these old training sessions. Lets see if this little girl is still the squeaky clean girl who first stepped in this ring with me.

As Michael says that he smiles and then walks towards her as he does she just shakes her head and smiles, they both lock up and immediately Michael uses his strength advantage over the smaller diva to lock in a fairly loose sleeper hold, enough to keep her in the position but not enough to actually put her out and as he does he laughs and then sarcastically teases her.

*Mike*

Oh this is too easy!

Listing to his last sentence Trish smiles a mischievous smile and quickly uses her elbow to hit him in the stomach area causing him to break the sleeper and bend over. With Mike bendWith Mike bending over Trish takes his head and puts it between her own before using the weight she has and hitting a snapmare. Standing up Trish looks him in the eye and mocks him.

*Trish*

Too Easy huh come on old man...

Knowing this will tick him off Trish backs away as he snaps to his feet and charges at her. Tying up once again

Trish gets thrown into the ropes but comes back and slides underneath his legs grabbing his arm from behind and putting him in a sleeper hold this time. As Trish locks in the sleeper hold Mike simply smirks before doing exactly what Trish did by elbowing her in the stomach, as she leans down holding her stomach after letting go of Mike, he smiles and runs against the ropes before hitting a high knee straight to Trish’s head knocking her down onto the canvass but fully aware she can take what he’s dishing out so far. Mike then smiles before grabbing her under her arms and then pulling her onto her feet before whipping her into the corner as he does he gives her a kick in the gut before putting his hand under her chin making her lift her head and look at him in the eye.

*Mike*

Well this old timer...ain’t past it yet girly. You want proof, well there’s only one me and nobody can play that.
Mike just smiles after saying that before he turns himself slightly and hitting a version of the knife edge chop on Trish’s chest. As he does he follows it up wit a second before whipping her across the ring to the other turnbuckle and following it up with a clothesline as he does she slowly falls to the canvass and Mike takes a few steps back before leaning forward and smiling.

*Mike*

What’s wrong, cant handle your teacher? Maybe the Future Intercontinental Champion needs to be taught a lesson, maybe this "old timer" is going to beat the newbie’s butt all over his ring. So whatcha going to do Kish?

He picks his words deliberately knowing they are most likely to fire her up some more and as he waits for her to make her move. Standing in the corner Mike comes at her again. Trish sees this coming and lifts up her bottom half letting him going under him. Bringing the top of her body down Trish tries to go for a pinfall but is unable to successfully hold him down. Getting up she is met with a clothesline. He helps her up and whips her into the ropes. Seeing his head is down Trish stops in her tracks and kicks him hard in the chest. Whipping him into the corner Trish walks over and hits him with a few knife edge chops before sticking her knee in his gut and turning him around so he is facing the ropes. Getting up on them she positions him for a Tornado DDT and hits is perfectly. Standing over him she looks at him and laughs before talking.

*Trish*

Who cant hack it now?

Mike just looks at her, before looking down at the canvass as he looks down he smiles slightly knowing she cant see his expression, he slowly stands up and as he does he puts on an expression that makes him look like he took it harder then he actually did and then groggily starts to speak.

*Mike*

What....you ain’t finished me off yet....come on...what else ya got?

Trish just looks at him and tilts her head slightly to the side before shaking her head and running towards him, as she does Mike grins and then shows he was faking it by grabbing her midway through her stride and planting her down on the canvass with a spinebuster. He lets out a small laugh, and as he does Trish just looks at him and casually begins to speak.

*Trish*

Sneaky son of a bitch!

As she says that Mike just bows slightly before walking over to her and extending his hand to help her onto her feet and as he does, Trish accepts it and is about to pull herself up and as she does Mike just pulls her up but half way lets go of her arm and just brushes his hair back arrogantly, he turns his back to Trish and then glances over his shoulder towards her and smiles in a warm way towards his best friend before going back into his arrogant character mode and just turning to face her and throwing his arms up in the air and leaning back slightly taunting her, as he lowers his arms he looks down at her and pouts slightly before speaking in a sarcastic tone.

*Mike*

I'd give you seven out of ten for the fall onto your ass, you could have landed better but on comedy value, you get a very respectable ten out of ten.
Mike just grins before waiting for Trish to do something. Standing up Trish slightly rubs her rear end getting rid of the pain before thinking on her next move. Finally figuring it out Trish and Mike each other again and then lock up. Mike gets the upper hand but Trish comes behind him grabbing around his neck and taking him down to the mat hard. Pulling him up again Trish kicks him in the stomach before hitting a jumping neckbreaker and taking him down again. Looking down at him she sees that he is trying to get up and gives him a boot in the ass knocking him back down. Doing this a few times she talks.

*Trish*

Now how does your ass feel man!

As Trish says that Mike just looks up at her and raises an eyebrow before rubbing his ass into the canvass and putting his hands behind his head, as he does that he sarcastically responds saying.

*Mike*

Really comfy actually, I could sit here all day.

*Trish*

That’s because you have a fat ass Mike!

*Mike*

Ohhh low blow!

Mike finally pushes himself off his ass and then stands up as he does he goes to lock up with Trish again but as he does he knee's her in the gut before tossing her onto her back, Mike calmly climbs over her before throwing several right hands straight to her forehead and then after a few seconds picking her up and whipping her across the ring against the ropes and as she comes back, he takes her down with a signature clothesline. He turns around with his skin now glistening from sweat. He throws his head back getting the hair out of his face before pulling Trish to her feet and placing her into a Pedigree position, but as he does Trish locks her arms into a position which prevents Mike being able to get at them and he lets out a small groan of frustration before just locking both of his large powerful thighs on both sides of Trish's head, he just looks down at her and smirks before finally releasing her from the lock only to quickly hit a DDT and then going down and locking in a version of the figure four leg lock. And as he does he looks at Trish and mouths "are you ok" and as she nods he knows to carry on.

*Mike*

Ahh come on you little girl. Just tap, you know you cant cope with this. Just tap and end it girly...ha I am so damn good!

Listening to his last words Trish begins to feel the pain on her knee. Grinding her teeth Trish tries to make it to the ropes but is unable to. After being unable to break out of it Trish starts to rock back and forth hoping to turn it over. Doing so she notices that all the pressure is on his knee. Holding in the pressure Trish talks,

*Trish*

Come on big man your turn to tap out

Mike lets out a long groan of pain as the lock takes effect on his knees and he pushes himself up on his hands and tries to drag himself towards the ropes. As he does he grabs a hold of the bottom rope but Trish doesn’t break the hold. Mike lets out another loud groan before finally she releases the hold, as she does she pulls Mike to his feet only to have him stomp on her foot, as she does Mike smiles and then takes her down with a choke hold, he applies some pressure to her the move before releasing it and pulling her to her feet, he kicks her in the gut and then sets her up for a Pedigree, and this time manages to hit the move but makes sure not to hurt her in the process as he does Mike simply lays himself over her, he pants slightly before looking over to her and casually begins to speak.

*Mike*

How was the old timer, personally I thought I did okay. Can tell you one thing though, where you get your damn energy from to get out of that figure four is beyond me.
Mike just smiles and just lays there gently, waiting to see what Trish has to say Getting up and walking out of the ring she grabs two bottles of water before getting back inside and tossing one to Mike. Opening her bottle up she quickly drinks it while trying to catch her breath. Finally able to do so she starts to talk.

*Trish*

So you think I’m ready for this match?

*Mike*

Of course you’re ready. You’ve definitely got Kurt’s number no matter what he says.

*Trish*

I really appreciate you taking the time to work with me like this, I couldn’t have done it without you.

*Mike*

Yes you could have. You’ve more than got the potential to beat, just keep in mind what you said before and you’ll be just fine.

*Trish*

Thanks again Mike, I owe you one.

Trish shakes his hand then makes her way out of the ring. She leaps off the ring apron, giving Mike one final wave before making her way over to the door. She makes her way across the large gymnasium over to a set of double steel doors. She gently pushes on them stepping out into the parking lot where her limo is waiting. The driver pulls open the door as she approaches and Trish slides in the back seat next to Deacon instructing him to take her to the Tokyo Dome. Once she’s inside the driver walks back around to the front sliding into the front seat and fires up the engine. He pulls out of the parking lot, heading towards the Tokyo Dome. They arrived about a half an hour later. The limo pulls into the parking lot heading around to the back entrance which was designated for performers. The camera pans the parking lot and a bar comes across the bottom of the screen announcing they are indeed in Topeka, Kansas. Seeing the camera filming them the crowd lets out a massive cheer showing that they are ready to go inside. As the camera continues to pan the crowd a long white stretch limo pulls alongside the front doors. The limo comes to a stop and the driver gets out, dressed in his usual black formal suit with white dress shirt, and then walks around to the back doors. He opens the rear door and one of the people slides out, stepping straight into the camera's view. It's Deacon Havok the husband of Raw General Manager Trish Stratus, who joins him seconds later. The crowd gives out its friendly welcome for the Queen of Stratusfaction. That being the usual slut chant accompanied by a round of boos. Trish can hear their reaction and scowl as she looks around at all of them. The crowd goes nuts at seeing two of the biggest stars in the company before having been seated. Security manages to hold every single fan back giving both Trish and Chris ample room to step away from the limo. As they do the driver closes the door behind them. He then walks around to the rear of the limo to retrieve both Trish and Chris's bags. When he reaches the rear of the limo he opens the trunk and gets out both of the couples bags. Moments later he closes the trunk then walks back around to the back door. He comes up behind Trish; Chris stretches around her for the bags and flings them on his shoulders. After Chris takes the bags the driver walks back around the limo heading towards the driver's door. Trish and Chris stand there for a few seconds before making their way to the arena. Chris pauses to adjust the bags on his shoulders then slips his hand around Trish's left hand. Trish leans her head against his shoulder with a warm smile on her face. As they continue towards the arena one of the make fans pushes his way past security racing towards Trish and Chris. Once he reaches them he holds out an autograph book and pen. Trish shoots him an evil glare then shoves him away. The young man stumbles back before falling on his ass. Both Trish and Chris burst out in laughter at the young man's expense before continuing to the arena. As they reach the double doors the security guards hold the doors open allowing them to walk inside. They walk into the hall still hand in hand through a second batch of security guards. After getting past them they continue down the hall in search of a place where they can get a few moments of peace. They walk around the bend in the hall noticing the peaceful silence and walk over towards the wall. Chris sits the bags down on the floor then looks up at Trish who has a concerned expression on her face.

*Trish*

If those bags are too heavy to carry I am capable of carrying my own bag ya know?

*Deacon*

Relax babe these bags aren't as heavy as they seem to be. I just needed to stop for a few seconds and get them readjusted.

*Trish*

If you ask me they look a little heavy but it’s your shoulder that has to carry it.

*Deacon*

Are you going to spend all your time worrying about whether this bag is to heavy or are you actually going to give some thought to your match against Kurt?

*Trish*

I’m going to spend all my time on it, I just want to make sure those shoulders of yours aren’t to sore so we can celebrate my win later tonight.

*Deacon*

Don’t worry, I’ll be up for celebrating regardless if my shoulders hurt or not.

*Trish*

Well good because I don’t want to celebrate alone. Especially now that has finally decided to show his face and start running his mouth.
*Deacon*

When did he run his mouth, cause the last I heard he hadn’t shown up yet.

*Trish*

Karen sent me a text saying that he finally decided to show surprisingly close to the last minute. As per usual he doesn’t know shit from a hole in the ground. Evidently now I was sleeping with you and Chris. (Trish rolls her eyes) Wish I had known I was sleeping with anyone much less two people.

*Deacon*

You and me both.

*Trish*

Nice to know now at least. The guy’s delusional I tell you.

*Deacon*

How so now?

*Trish*

(Chuckles) Evidently now because I’ve never faced him I don’t know him. Funny I though the time I teamed with him was enough, if not more than. Either that or the milk as went to his head and spoiled up there.

*Deacon*

Where did he say all of this?

*Trish*

In the ring naturally.

*Deacon*

And you’re just going to let him say shit about you and not get back at him? That’s so unlike you.
Trish raised her hand up to her face, tapping her manicured fingernail against her chin as she thought over the idea. She had to admit that Deacon did bring up a very good point. She should go out into the ring and straighten out Kurt once and for all. As she lowered her hand back down a sly smirk spread across her face.

*Trish*

You know, I think I will. I’ll catch ya later okay?

Deacon nodded. Trish headed down the hall in the direction of the ring. Moments later she arrived at the Gorilla Position giving the tech guys to cue her music. “It’s Time to Rock ‘n�?Roll�?starts to play from the speakers blasting loudly from the p.a. system. As it does the crowd rises to their feet and starts to boo as they know exactly who will soon be appearing before them. A slow “slut�?chant starts to spread throughout the crowd as the lights around the stage and in the stands change from their usual shade of yellow to a bright pink then purple, quickly alternating between the two. As the song continues to play the thick black curtain at the back of the stage starts to move and Trish finally emerges from behind the thick black fabric with an evil smirk on her face. The camera zooms in on Trish who stops at the top of the stage twisting her hand in front of her as she arrogantly bows before the crowd. The “slut�?chant changes back to a loud chorus of boos as Trish rises back to an upright position. Trish can’t help but laugh at the reception she is receiving as Lillian starts to speak

Lillian Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome from Toronto, Ontario Canada�?she is Co-Owner of the WGEF and Raw General Manager, Trish Stratus Jericho!!

Pleased with the introduction she received Trish begins to walk down the ramp at her usual pace, her eyes dart back and forth from side to side at all of the fans holding up their signs insulting her. A few over excited fans pull themselves over the barricade in hopes of touching Trish but she steps just past the reach and laughing in their face as they pull their hands back. As she reaches the end of the ramp she sees a young male fan sitting at the far end of the row wearing her newest t-shirt and is so excited to see her that he is waving his arms frantically in the air trying to get her attention. Trish smiles as if she’s about to do something nice as she walks over towards him. With the deceptive smile still on her face she reaches over the barricade wrapping her arms around his neck, giving him with what he thought was a friendly hug. Instead she pulled her arms back and shoved him back into his seat giving him a first hand view that she is not the sweet innocent woman that she used to be. The young man reaches up to take a picture of Trish showing her hostile side and Trish quickly knocks it out of his hand. As it falls to the floor beside him someone picks it up and snaps the picture of Trish’s mean streak. As the crowd erupts in a much louder boo at Trish’s lack of respect for the young man she turns around brushing a stray section of hair back behind her should giving the fans an innocent smile as if she’s innocent and has done nothing wrong. She walks over towards the steel rings steps casually walking up them and stepping on the ring apron. She turns her eyes back towards the crowd for a second rolling her eyes in disdain at them before gliding her small frame between the middle and bottom ropes as she enters the ring. As she rises to an upright position she makes her way towards the middle of the ring facing the camera on the far end of the ring, coming to a stop once again twisting her arm in front of her as she arrogantly bows before the crowd. As she rises to a standing position she couldn’t but notice how many of the people that were booing her was taking an immense amount of pictures of her. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at the fans stupidity. The crowd gives out another boo at Trish quickly followed by the “slut�?chants as she walks over to where Lillian was standing in the corner, giving her an evil glare as she snatches the mic out of her hand. Lillian gives Trish a perplexed look trying to figure out why Trish is reacting the way she is. Trish simply shoots her a cold glare that simply tells her to get out of the ring. Lillian stands there for a few seconds before hurrying over to the ropes and scurrying out of the ring. Trish begins walking back to the middle of the ring waiting for her music to finally die down and for the fans to stop their chanting. A few moments pass and the lights slowly return to normal as “It’s Time to Rock ‘n�?Roll�?starts to quiet down eventually becoming silent. The fans continue to boo but Trish just shoots them a look that tells them its time for them to shut up. As they finally start to quiet down Trish takes that as a cue that it was her turn to speak. She slowly raises her microphone up to her lips licking her lips as she starts to speak.

*Trish*

Well Kurt. Its nice to see that you finally made it. What’s a matter did you run out of turtle wax? You really should get a bigger supply next time so this doesn’t happen again. Especially being so close to the holidays…it’s such a shame. Now on to this little promo of yours. My dear Kurt, I think that milk you love so much has rotted your brain, if you ever had one that is. I don’t need to make a bunch of idiots (Crowd boos) believe that I can beat you. It’s the truth yes, but I don’t need to make them believe it. Frankly because they’re not smart enough to figure out the truth if it bit them on the ass. Amongst all the bullshit Kurt you did make one very good point. Shocking�?.I know�?but hey it has to happen to everyone once in awhile and it just so happens that today is your lucky day and when you’re right…you’re right. No, I haven’t faced you in the past but I don’t need to have faced to know you. If I needed to do that my name would be Karen Angle and thankfully for me, it’s not. So you can bring that little dream of yours of revealing me a fraud and washed if it helps you sleep at night but you’re going to find yourself severely disappointed. You’ve got some nice achievements Kurt and kudos on them by the way but in case you haven’t pulled your head out of your ass in awhile I didn’t just fall out of the turnip truck. Believe it or not but I have some talents of my own, of which you’ll get the pleasure of experiencing later on. You know Kurt, I couldn’t help but notice that you did an extremely good impression of Beth Phoenix. After seeing that I bet your mom is really kicking herself for letting you play dress up in her clothes. Evidently it wasn’t only your sexuality that got screwed up on that but your eyes as well. You seem to think that you already have this match won and why because I’m not as good as you? Tell me something Kurt did you pay the motivational speaker very much to boost your self esteem for that one? Face it now Kurt you’re falling apart. All of those injuries are finally catching up with you and eventually will end up costing you something you hold very dear. Unfortunately for you its not that tramp you call a wife. What I’m talking about is something more worthwhile, something shiny and golden to be exact. You can claim that you knew what I was doing the whole time if it helps you feel all warm and tingly inside but everyone here knows that you had no clue. You had no clue that my intent was to gain your confidence and secure myself a shot just in case Courtney wasn’t able to take it away from you. It was a nice little plan if I do say so myself. Since you’ve got shit in your ears I’m going to say this one time and one time only. Deacon, Drake, Kaylee or even Chris and Courtney will not be coming down to the ring and helping me beat you. I don’t need help in getting past you and your Ankle Lock, what I need is to outwit you and after seeing the shit that has come from your mouth I can see that you’re unarmed. Makes it that much easier for me. Do yourself a favor Kurt and kiss that Intercontinental Title goodbye because after tonight the only way you’ll be seeing it is from a distance.
Having said all she needed to say 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 as the scene finally comes to an end.

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