Cause It Ain't Over, It Ain't Over

[Ashlee]

Levi Stadium was already jam packed for the Wrestlemania pre-show when the large screen above the entrance way lit up to reveal Natalya standing in front of a mirror. Her long blonde hair had traces of pink framing her face, and she was dressed in some sort of Legion of Doom getup with dainty spiked shoulder armor with a hot pink bralette underneath. The crowd cheered as Trish Stratus walked into the frame. She was match ready in a pair of black wrestling trunks and a hot pink Dolph Ziggler t-shirt that read "It's Too Bad" on the front. She carried one of the Women's Tag Championships over her shoulder.

Trish Stratus: Wow, Nattie! You look Wrestlemania ready.

Natalya: I'd say the same for you, but, are you telling me Trish Stratus doesn't have her own t-shirt?

Trish Stratus: Sounds like an issue you could rectify for me.

Trish grinned and wiggled her eyebrows slightly.

Natalya: I might see if I can call in some favors, but right now, I think we need to be focused on making sure these beauties come home with us tonight.

Natalie picked up her own championship belt which had previously been draped across the counter in front of her. She strapped it on around her waist.

Natalya: You know, I got to thinking more and more about Eva Marie and Summer Rae this afternoon, and I have to admit... I'm not even really sure how they got this opportunity.

Trish Stratus: You mean besides being the team we beat for the championships in the first place?

Natalya: I mean neither of us are even nominated for Women's Wrestler of the Year this year.

Trish Stratus: Neither are they. And look at us, one of the premier matches at Wrestlemania.

Natalya: And Eva?! Babe of the Year and not you?!

Trish Stratus: Or me! What a... oh, right, or me. You said that.

Natalya: Facts are facts, Trish. You are a two time EBWF Women's Wrestler of the year.

Trish Stratus: That is true, and you're a one time former EBWF Women's Wrestler of the Year. That's three more Slammy Awards than Summer Rae and Eva have ever won.

Natalya: I am a third generation superstar. The only woman to ever survive the Hart Family Dungeon.

Trish Stratus: And I am the longest reigning EBWF Women's Champion of all time.

Natalya: And Summer Rae and Eva are?

Trish Stratus: A couple of former professional cheerleaders with poor wrestling skills.

Natalya: Now, Trish, let's give credit were credit is due. Summer wasn't a cheerleader. She actually played football.

Trish raised an eyebrow, confused.

Natalya: In her underwear.

Trish rolled her eyes, and shrugged her shoulders, nodding as if that revelation now made all the sense in the world.

Natalya: And don't give Eva too much credit. She wasn't even good enough to be a cheerleader. She started out as some kind...of...fitness...um, model.

Trish Stratus: Hey! Watch it there sister. Sometimes the best divas start out as fitness models.

They looked at each other for a beat and then started laughing.

Trish Stratus: But not Eva. Of course.

Natalya: Bless their little hearts. They're going to be so sad when they realize, yet again, that it takes more than annoying voices, bruised knees and pretty faces to beat Trish Stratus and Natalya.

Trish Stratus: But... wait... I mean, they don't even have pretty faces. I mean Summer especially. She looks like God gave her a super hot body and ran out of parts when he got to her face. It's unfortunate. And... bruised knees. If they have bruised knees then who exactly would they be... ya know, cause wouldn't that mean... I mean the chairm....

Natalya: Okay, okay. I didn't think that insult through, fine.

Trish laughed.

Trish Stratus: I think the point you were trying to make is that we're facing a professional lingerie football player and an unattractive fitness model when we're actually, I dunno, wrestlers? And we've beat them before? So this should be a walk in the park?

Natalya smiled, turning toward Trish and putting her arm around her shoulder. She thumped Trish's title belt with her fist.

Natalya: Yep! A walk in the park, on the grandest stage of them all.

They started walking toward the Diva's locker room exit.

Natalya: I will see what I can do about getting you a new shirt though.

Trish Stratus: You're the best.

The women laughed, leaving the room as the scene faded to an EBWF logo and then to black.