Dream Killer (Trish Stratus RP)

[Ashlee]

The scene opened to find an EBWF camera crew in the restricted parking lot at Minute Maid Park. Trish Stratus was seen heading away from her parked car, rolling her suitcase behind her. She was dressed in black, distressed skinny jeans with a black tunic style top. He black knee high, heeled boots capped off her look, and she smiled for the camera as she headed toward the door.

Trish Stratus: Am I to expect an interviewer any moment now?

She chuckled at how transparent this was.

Trish Stratus: I’m feeling good about my match tonight, and we’re going to ruin it with an interview.

That made the cameraman laugh. The security person at the door held it open for Trish and she stepped into the entryway. The crew continued to follow her until she was approached by Michael Cole.

Trish Stratus: Even worse.

The cameraman laughed louder, and Michael Cole looked afflicted as he became aware that he was the butt of a joke that no one had invited him to participate in.

Trish Stratus: It’s alright, Michael. Did you have some questions for me?

Michael Cole: Trish, thank you for your time. Tonight, you face Tam Nakano for your EBWF Women’s Championship. Tam has taken EBWF by storm, and…

Trish Stratus: She has, hasn’t she? It’s precious really. Especially because Alexa Bliss has been a pretty permanent thorn in her side. Which brings up a question of my own, Michael. How can Tam Nakano be ready to face me, if she’s been so focused on Alexa Bliss? On Becky Lynch. On all of these other wannabe Women’s Champions that aren’t talented enough to lace up my boots. I’m not taking Tam lightly, but I’m also not all together worried, Michael.

Michael Cole: It’s not often that you come across an opponent you’ve never faced before.

Trish grinned.

Trish Stratus: I’m going to choose to believe that you mean we’ve both been around for quite a while, rather than you calling me old.

She winked.

Trish Stratus: It’s true that I’ve never faced Tam before, and I’m really looking forward to getting between the ropes with her. I know that it’ll be an early contender for match of the year. That’s how confident I am. Do you know what happened last week, Michael? Do you what happened without a mere mention?

Cole shook his head.

Trish Stratus: Last week, I broke Zahra Schreiber’s record and reclaimed my rightful place as the longest reigning Women’s Champion of all time. Were there any press releases? Did EBWF congratulate me on Twitter?

Trish glared.

Trish Stratus: Of course they didn’t. Because they have spent the last decade taking me, my talent and my five star wrestling matches for granted. I’m not surprised though. The EBWF’s top brass is just assuming that I’m always going to be here. Be here for them to fall back on. Be here for them to pull a great women’s match out of their ass.

Michael Cole: Tam and P-Chan…

Trish Stratus: Listen to yourself, Cole. Listen to yourself.

Michael Cole: It seems they think your actions should have consequences.

Trish Stratus: My actions? I’ve just been sitting here, pretty as you please, enjoying my championship belt and being baselessly attacked and targeted by these rude little hangers on. If Tam was as good as she says she is, then nothing I did could have possibly cost her that match. Even with P-Chan there she couldn’t defeat Raquel? That’s because Raquel is the better competitor. Doesn’t have much to do with me.

Michael Cole: But you…

Trish put up her hand.

Trish Stratus: I think that’s enough with that line of questioning, Michael. Tam has mad it clear that she’s at war with me, and I have to say that it’s quite the shame that she lets me spend so much time living in her head rent free. This silly woman is at war with me and I hardly spare a thought for her.

Trish chuckled.

Trish Stratus: Can you imagine? She’s obsessed with me. And everyone back here… Alexa, Becky, whoever, they all act like I’m ducking them. I offered to make this a triple threat. Remember that?

Cole nodded.

Trish Stratus: I’ll beat them all in gauntlet match. Line up every woman in the backstage area. Let’s go. It isn’t that I’ve been ducking anybody. It’s that I’m better than everybody. Half the men on this roster too. That the Women’s Championship is the highest prize in my career is a limitation decided only by my gender.

Michael Cole raised an eyebrow and Trish smirked at him.

Trish Stratus: Let me explain to you, Tam, how I’m going to make all your dreams come true. I’ve seen hundreds of you come and go. Just enough talent to get your foot in the door. A dumb promoter takes a chance on you, and here you are. In the same organization as Trish Stratus, which is just so damn exciting because you’ve dreamed of facing me ever since you could picture yourself in a wrestling ring. In another life, if it were cooler to say, you’d tell people I was a personal hero of yours, and that your greatest accomplishment would be facing me in the ring. In your dream, you always come out to the ring first, and the crowd is cheering for you. When I arrive, I’m cast as the villain and you vanquish me. One, two, three! Then your arm is raised in victory and the referee hands you the women’s championship. Maybe you hold it above your head. Cry a little. The crowd is cheering, chanting your name, ushering in the era of a brand new Women’s Champion. A brand new era for the women’s division. You have ended the historic reign of the Quintessential Diva, of the greatest living women’s wrestler of all time.

Trish pointed her eyes at Cole.

Trish Stratus: That’s not how this fairytale ends though.

Michael Cole: How does it end?

Trish Stratus: Part of the dream comes true, Tam. The portion you can control. Congratulations, you’ve put in the work. You’ve made it. You’re here in EBWF. And you’re going to get your wish. You’re going to get to face the most legendary woman to ever grace an EBWF ring, and you’re filled with delusions that you’re going to pull it off. You’re going to leave with my championship. That’s where the dream dies, Tam. Your music is going to hit. You’ll slide into the ring, and that’s where it’s all over for you.

That’s where you realize the crowd is firmly in my corner. That’s where you realize you’re ill prepared. That’s where you get Chick Kicked in the faced, and I pin you to retain my title. I know in your version it’s me looking up at the lights, and you doing the celebrating, but you just aren’t ready, Tam. You haven’t paid your dues, and even if you were to become Women’s Champion… what would you possibly do with it?

You have no trails left to blaze, no doors left to kick in, because you’re woefully average. If not slightly off your rocker. But I don’t want you to feel discouraged when all of this comes to an end, when your Wrestlemania dreams are dead. You just keep trying, and failing, but trying. You’ll never reach Trish Stratus levels of legend, but you will make a lot of money and pick up some fans along the way. Then you can go back to Japan and be billed as an “International Superstar”, and treated like a local hero. People will think you made something of yourself, and I’ll still be here, at the very top of my game, long after you’re home.

Michael Cole: Thank you for your time, Trish.

Trish Stratus: Be sure to tune in, Michael. I always do exactly what I say I’ll do.

Trish chuckled, and reached down, pulling her suitcase behind her as she walked off and the scene faded to black.