Killer Queen
Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2015 10:54 pm
After Trish Stratus had won her match against Velvet Sky in a small expocentre in Kansas there had been hugs, high fives and congratulations all around. It had felt good to be on the winning side of things. Trish and her boyfriend, Nick Nemeth, had stayed for the entire show because he had wanted to see the outcome of the last two matches, particularly interested in the outcome of Brock Lesnar and John Cena’s matches. He knew he’d probably have to defend his championship in July and he may not even see the King of the Ring winner at Summerslam, but it didn’t hurt to be prepared. When Cena put Bully Ray over, Trish and Nick were both a little flummoxed. Neither of them bought into the theory that the tournament was designed for a John Cena victory, but they’d not expected a loss to Bully Ray of all people. They were packing up when Nick, his mind still on the outcome of that match, spoke.
Nick Nemeth: I guess it is a little too early to pull the trigger on Lesnar versus Cena. I wonder if I should call him and see how he is. There’s some rumblings he might be taking a couple months off soon.
Trish Status: John? Voluntary time off? I think you might have heard wrong.
Nick Nemeth: They were trying to keep me in the loop a little bit because of the championship. Might have to press this Brock/Wes thing a little longer and hope Cena will be back for Fanniversary.
Trish nodded.
Trish Stratus: Maybe you should check on him. There’s got to be a reason for that. John just doesn’t take that kind of time off if he doesn’t have to.
Nick Nemeth: Yeah.
He nodded. His mind obviously somewhere else as Trish lifted her giant rolling bag.
Nick Nemeth: Here beautiful. I’ve got that for you.
He’d already shouldered both large overnight bags, and his hand wrapped around the handle of her luggage as he pulled it behind him. There were lots of people packing up, and a flurry of activity in the back as the set and the television equipment was being brought down. Nick escorted Trish to their rental, parked safely in the underground parking garage at the arena. They had a four and a half hour drive ahead of them, because Trish had asked Nick if he was alright with just returning to St. Louis after the show. EBWF’s tour schedule could be pretty grueling, though both Trish and Nick agreed that it wasn’t as bad as WWE’s had been. The company was a seven day a week operation with shows Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The talent was off Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, unless of course the office called them in for other obligations. As for Wes Ikeda or the other members of the administration, Tuesday meant it was time to go back into the creative meetings, angles would be tried out over the weekend, and then maybe produced live on Warfare. It was a cycle that never stopped. Trish just wanted to enjoy a couple of days at Nick’s place. It wasn’t her week to visit with her daughter anyway. They were somewhere near Kansas City when their conversation had turned to comfortable silence. Trish had asked Nick if he would be okay if she fell asleep. He’d promised he would, and as Trish was seated there, her eyes closed, and the quiet hum of the engine lulling her to sleep, she had one question.
Trish Stratus: You’re not cashing in favors for me, are you?
Nick Nemeth: What? What do you mean?
Trish Stratus: The win against Jamie tonight. Did you pull some strings for me?
Nick Nemeth: Strings? Trish…
He glanced from the highway to her.
Nick Nemeth: I’m very flattered that you think I have strings to pull.
Trish Stratus: Oh come on, you’re well liked. You’re their top guy. Don’t act like you can’t be persuasive.
Nick Nemeth: First of all, having the world championship does NOT make you the top guy. Secondly, I might be well liked, sweetheart, but the entire locker room knows that I serve at the pleasure of Wes Ikeda and the EBWF Board of Directors and as soon as they want the world title on someone else, it will be.
Trish Stratus: What does that have to do with favors and string pulling?
Nick Nemeth: What I’m saying is that you’re Trish Stratus. You won, because you’re a strong, capable, beautiful woman who happens to be one hell of a wrestler. That chick kick? I thought you had knocked the white off of her teeth, perfection. Trish Stratus doesn’t need anyone. Anywhere. To pull strings for her.
She reached across the center console for his hand, and took it in her own, squeezing it gently while she nodded.
Trish Stratus: Thanks, Nick.
Nick Nemeth: Anything for you, sweetheart.
She smiled to herself, and remembered thinking how lucky she was before she drifted off to sleep.
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Trish had enjoyed a few days with Nick, and on Friday they’d rejoined the tour, both of them having a string of house show matches leading up to the return to Missouri. It was a blistering hot day in Columbia, Missouri and the University of Missouri campus had served as a perfect backdrop for a mid-afternoon yoga session. Trish had found a small grove of trees to unravel her yoga mat, and she went into her practice trying to clear her head. She felt great when she was finished. Then she reached for her phone to see if anyone had contacted her in the ninety minutes she’d been in her zone. Seeing no immediate text messages, Trish loaded up her Twitter feed to see if her friend Amy and posted any photos of her recent tour of wrestling conventions in Europe. She scoffed when she saw one particular tweet in her feed.
Edge: RT @RatedRSupaGurl "Who do you want to see in the QOTR finals?" Summer Rae and one of the Bella Twins Summer is the new face of the EBWF Divas. Time to not do the "same ole same"
Trish Stratus: That. son. of a…
Trish liked Adam’s mother too much to continue, and stood up, gathering her things and starting her short walk back to Mizzou Arena. She would have probably let it go. She didn’t see herself seeking Adam out to tell him where he could stick his stupid comments, but the downfall was when she saw him in the hallway as she came in. He was standing near the catering room, a busy place for the EBWF staff and crew. She was still holding her yoga mat when something came over her and she charged up to him.
Trish Stratus: YOU BASTARD!
Adam looked confused as he turned toward her. Trish had gotten everyone’s attention, and they were watching now.
Trish Stratus: Why would you even say something like that!?
Adam Copeland: What? My tweet? Seriously? I like Summer. I think she could have a good match against Sasha.
Trish Stratus: Oh, whatever, you and I both know you did that to spite me, and for no other reason.
Adam Copeland: Oh. I’m sorry. Did that matter to you? What I said? That seems silly, since my opinion shouldn’t really matter that much. I mean, I’m just the… what did you call me… um, the Velvet to Randy’s Angelina. Completely useless without him. Get over yourself Trish.
Trish Stratus: It was a promo, Adam.
Adam Copeland: Next time you take your mouth off of your twelve year old boyfriend’s dick to promo, make sure you don’t say my name.
Before Adam finished the last word, Trish had met his cheek with one of her infamous hard slaps. Their entire audience murmuring now. Suddenly there was a round frame between them.
Paul Heyman: Whoa, whoa, hang on here. Trish, Adam…why don’t you two take a minute to cool off, eh? Come on, you’re making a scene.
Trish glared from Adam to Paul and then stormed off. She felt like she could cry at any moment. She didn’t know why what Adam thought and said mattered to her anymore. It was true that they’d been in a relationship that had ended badly, but that was years ago, and before that they had been such close friends. It seemed so petty that they’d act this way now. She thought about going to find Nick, but worried she’d spill the beans on the encounter she’d just had with Adam, and knew that Adam’s words would be enough to make Nick talk to him. She didn’t want that, so instead she went straight to hair and makeup. She’d decided she’d record her promo and then if she was feeling better, she’d have a little something to eat. After hair and makeup, she changed into her ring gear and met up with Corey Graves inside of the EBWF Studio that had been set up for filming.
Corey Graves: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me now is the longest reigning EBWF Women’s Champion in history, The Quintessential Diva, Trish Stratus. Good evening, Trish…
Trish Stratus: Well, THAT is what I call an introduction. Someone has been doing his homework. Thank you Corey.
Corey Graves: Trish, there are just four women left in the EBWF Queen of the Ring tournament, and you are one win away from the finals. You will be facing Summer Rae tonight, and one of you will go on to face either of the Bella Twins at the King of the Ring pay-per-view. How do you feel about your chances against Summer tonight?
Trish Stratus: My chances against Summer Rae? Oh, that’s not difficult, Corey. Let me break this down for you. A completely ordinary, untalented little girl named Summer Rae, who would have otherwise been a nobody in this business, aligned herself with two equally as forgettable and untalented hacks and now poof…
Trish snapped her fingers.
Trish Stratus: We have the best thing in the Women’s Division since… who remembers when. These three women have falsely convinced themselves that as long as they can keep the women’s championship belt between the three of them that everything in their little fairytale land will be just perfect. As if that hasn’t been done before. It never ends well, Summer. It never does. So, you see, by beating you tonight at Warfare, I’m going to be doing you a little favor. When I take away your chance at being the number one contender for Sasha’s title, I will immediately reduce the chances of your little group breaking up anytime soon. See, if you were to become number one contender, sweetheart, Sasha would start to get very paranoid. Then it would only be a matter of time until she was sure that Eva was in on it with you. The Mean Girls would come crumbling down without warning, leaving you to wonder what happened. This way is a lot simpler, Sasha remains champion, you remain harmless, and your little sisterhood stays in tact.
Corey Graves: You’re being awfully dismissive, Trish. Didn’t Summer and Eva win the EBWF Women’s Tag Championships from yourself and Natalya?
Trish Stratus: And? Check your facts, Corey. Natalya and I beat them for those very same belts at Survivor Series. Let’s be honest, Natalya and I could have the EBWF women’s Tag Team Championships whenever we wanted them. One Sharpshooter to Eva, and the little trollop would be lucky to have a wrestling career.
Corey Graves; But Summer Rae defeated Natalya in the very first round of the tournament.
Trish Stratus: We all have our off nights. Natalya took Summer too lightly, and it’s not a mistake I intend to make. The three of them have created quite a power bubble, but they’re not unbeatable. I’m going to prove that tonight when I take out Summer and advance to the finals. Summer likes to brag that she’s worked hard for everything she has in this business. She got here all by herself, and didn’t depend on her name or anyone else for that matter.
Trish did a fake, slow clap.
Trish Stratus: Well, that’s you and me both isn’t it Summer. Here’s the difference between you and me. I’ve had an illustrious, over the top, unforgettable, hall of fame career. And you? You’ll be lucky if you’re still employed next year. Not to mention that you have legs for days, and all that good stuff, but for a woman with a flat ass and a neck like a God damn giraffe you think you wouldn’t be quite so confident. I guess you didn’t get the memo. Corey, did you get the memo?
Corey Graves: Uh…
Trish pointed to a piece of paper with his name on it clipped to a clip board on a nearby table. Cory picked it up and read it aloud.
Corey Graves: Trish Stratus. is perfect.
Trish Stratus: Awww… my boyfriend sent that memo. He’s precious. And SO observant. See, I’ve heard around the water cooler that you’re the next big thing around here. I wish you luck with that Summer, I really do, because when I decide that I want something, there is absolutely no chance you will get one over on me. You cannot be the next big thing in EBWF without beating the one woman who has always been the woman to beat in this company. We all know that classy and indulgent things last forever. Things that are trashy and cheap? Oh, that just fades away, doesn’t it sweetheart? I’m looking forward to beating you tonight, and when I do I’m going on to King of the Ring to face whichever Bella manages to get the pin. Then I’ll go to Summerslam and not only reclaim the title that I previously kept around my waist for 274 days. But I’ll knock your little friend Sasha back down to the bottom of this endless heap of nameless, faceless divas that are traipsing throughout the EBWF today.
Corey Graves: You don’t think the women’s division is as talented as it once was?
Trish Stratus: Of course not. Let’s fact check, shall we. Trish Stratus, two time EBWF Women’s Wrestler of the Year. Four time, and longest reigning, EBWF Women’s Champion. Queen of the Ring and Women’s Royal Rumble winner. The sexiest Woman in professional wrestling, and the only woman credited with turning this division into the powerhouse that it is today. I invented the Diva. What has Summer Rae done besides be the only one of her clique to not win a Slammy Award in 2015 and win a couple of pointless tag championships that were created for Natalya and I to play with until we were bored of them? Summer Rae is nobody. In thirty years, when I’m being celebrated for my contributions to this business, no one will even remember this girl’s name. I shouldn’t even have to lower myself to step into the ring with her, but you know what Corey? Everyone has to taste bitter defeat sometimes. Tonight is just Summer’s night, and I don’t really care that she’s going to be disappointed.
Trish looked up at Corey and then brushed past him walking out of the frame.
Corey Graves Thank you, Trish Stratus…
Trish heard Corey give half of his outro, but she continued walking right out of the room. She felt reinvigorated. She moved down the hallway, propelled by what, she didn’t know. She found the office she was looking for and gave one sharp knock, before opening the door without being invited in. The man seated behind the desk looked up, surprised.
Wes Ikeda: Trish?
Trish Stratus: I’ve been afraid.
Wes Ikeda: What?
Trish Stratus: I’ve been afraid that my friendship with Natalie, my connections to Amy, and my relationship with Nick meant that I’d be politicking my way to success if I asked you for things. But I’m over that now. I want to win tonight. I want to win tonight, and I want to win Sunday night. I want to go to Summerslam. I want to win this whole thing. I deserve it. There’s not a better female wrestler on this diva’s roster. Period.
Wes Ikeda: There’s not a better female wrestler on this diva’s roster. Period.
Trish raised her eyebrow.
Wes Ikeda: I’ll agree with that. I have a meeting. About Sunday’s show. I’ll be out in about 90 minutes. I’ll have someone get back to you, and thank you. Thank you for telling me what you want. It’s easy to think you’re content doing what you’ve been doing.
Trish nodded, thanking him. Then she turned to leave his office. He might have blown her off just then, but she didn’t think he had. Summer Rae didn’t have the skills or the crowd support to get the win tonight, and there was a part of Trish that thought Adam might have been right. Maybe the EBWF didn’t deserve the same ole same. And as far as Trish could see it, lately, that had been just one dumb, flash in the pan girl, after another, with the EBWF Women’s Championship. It was time to change that. It was time to show the world why she, and only she, was queen.
Nick Nemeth: I guess it is a little too early to pull the trigger on Lesnar versus Cena. I wonder if I should call him and see how he is. There’s some rumblings he might be taking a couple months off soon.
Trish Status: John? Voluntary time off? I think you might have heard wrong.
Nick Nemeth: They were trying to keep me in the loop a little bit because of the championship. Might have to press this Brock/Wes thing a little longer and hope Cena will be back for Fanniversary.
Trish nodded.
Trish Stratus: Maybe you should check on him. There’s got to be a reason for that. John just doesn’t take that kind of time off if he doesn’t have to.
Nick Nemeth: Yeah.
He nodded. His mind obviously somewhere else as Trish lifted her giant rolling bag.
Nick Nemeth: Here beautiful. I’ve got that for you.
He’d already shouldered both large overnight bags, and his hand wrapped around the handle of her luggage as he pulled it behind him. There were lots of people packing up, and a flurry of activity in the back as the set and the television equipment was being brought down. Nick escorted Trish to their rental, parked safely in the underground parking garage at the arena. They had a four and a half hour drive ahead of them, because Trish had asked Nick if he was alright with just returning to St. Louis after the show. EBWF’s tour schedule could be pretty grueling, though both Trish and Nick agreed that it wasn’t as bad as WWE’s had been. The company was a seven day a week operation with shows Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday. The talent was off Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, unless of course the office called them in for other obligations. As for Wes Ikeda or the other members of the administration, Tuesday meant it was time to go back into the creative meetings, angles would be tried out over the weekend, and then maybe produced live on Warfare. It was a cycle that never stopped. Trish just wanted to enjoy a couple of days at Nick’s place. It wasn’t her week to visit with her daughter anyway. They were somewhere near Kansas City when their conversation had turned to comfortable silence. Trish had asked Nick if he would be okay if she fell asleep. He’d promised he would, and as Trish was seated there, her eyes closed, and the quiet hum of the engine lulling her to sleep, she had one question.
Trish Stratus: You’re not cashing in favors for me, are you?
Nick Nemeth: What? What do you mean?
Trish Stratus: The win against Jamie tonight. Did you pull some strings for me?
Nick Nemeth: Strings? Trish…
He glanced from the highway to her.
Nick Nemeth: I’m very flattered that you think I have strings to pull.
Trish Stratus: Oh come on, you’re well liked. You’re their top guy. Don’t act like you can’t be persuasive.
Nick Nemeth: First of all, having the world championship does NOT make you the top guy. Secondly, I might be well liked, sweetheart, but the entire locker room knows that I serve at the pleasure of Wes Ikeda and the EBWF Board of Directors and as soon as they want the world title on someone else, it will be.
Trish Stratus: What does that have to do with favors and string pulling?
Nick Nemeth: What I’m saying is that you’re Trish Stratus. You won, because you’re a strong, capable, beautiful woman who happens to be one hell of a wrestler. That chick kick? I thought you had knocked the white off of her teeth, perfection. Trish Stratus doesn’t need anyone. Anywhere. To pull strings for her.
She reached across the center console for his hand, and took it in her own, squeezing it gently while she nodded.
Trish Stratus: Thanks, Nick.
Nick Nemeth: Anything for you, sweetheart.
She smiled to herself, and remembered thinking how lucky she was before she drifted off to sleep.
Trish had enjoyed a few days with Nick, and on Friday they’d rejoined the tour, both of them having a string of house show matches leading up to the return to Missouri. It was a blistering hot day in Columbia, Missouri and the University of Missouri campus had served as a perfect backdrop for a mid-afternoon yoga session. Trish had found a small grove of trees to unravel her yoga mat, and she went into her practice trying to clear her head. She felt great when she was finished. Then she reached for her phone to see if anyone had contacted her in the ninety minutes she’d been in her zone. Seeing no immediate text messages, Trish loaded up her Twitter feed to see if her friend Amy and posted any photos of her recent tour of wrestling conventions in Europe. She scoffed when she saw one particular tweet in her feed.
Edge: RT @RatedRSupaGurl "Who do you want to see in the QOTR finals?" Summer Rae and one of the Bella Twins Summer is the new face of the EBWF Divas. Time to not do the "same ole same"
Trish Stratus: That. son. of a…
Trish liked Adam’s mother too much to continue, and stood up, gathering her things and starting her short walk back to Mizzou Arena. She would have probably let it go. She didn’t see herself seeking Adam out to tell him where he could stick his stupid comments, but the downfall was when she saw him in the hallway as she came in. He was standing near the catering room, a busy place for the EBWF staff and crew. She was still holding her yoga mat when something came over her and she charged up to him.
Trish Stratus: YOU BASTARD!
Adam looked confused as he turned toward her. Trish had gotten everyone’s attention, and they were watching now.
Trish Stratus: Why would you even say something like that!?
Adam Copeland: What? My tweet? Seriously? I like Summer. I think she could have a good match against Sasha.
Trish Stratus: Oh, whatever, you and I both know you did that to spite me, and for no other reason.
Adam Copeland: Oh. I’m sorry. Did that matter to you? What I said? That seems silly, since my opinion shouldn’t really matter that much. I mean, I’m just the… what did you call me… um, the Velvet to Randy’s Angelina. Completely useless without him. Get over yourself Trish.
Trish Stratus: It was a promo, Adam.
Adam Copeland: Next time you take your mouth off of your twelve year old boyfriend’s dick to promo, make sure you don’t say my name.
Before Adam finished the last word, Trish had met his cheek with one of her infamous hard slaps. Their entire audience murmuring now. Suddenly there was a round frame between them.
Paul Heyman: Whoa, whoa, hang on here. Trish, Adam…why don’t you two take a minute to cool off, eh? Come on, you’re making a scene.
Trish glared from Adam to Paul and then stormed off. She felt like she could cry at any moment. She didn’t know why what Adam thought and said mattered to her anymore. It was true that they’d been in a relationship that had ended badly, but that was years ago, and before that they had been such close friends. It seemed so petty that they’d act this way now. She thought about going to find Nick, but worried she’d spill the beans on the encounter she’d just had with Adam, and knew that Adam’s words would be enough to make Nick talk to him. She didn’t want that, so instead she went straight to hair and makeup. She’d decided she’d record her promo and then if she was feeling better, she’d have a little something to eat. After hair and makeup, she changed into her ring gear and met up with Corey Graves inside of the EBWF Studio that had been set up for filming.
Corey Graves: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me now is the longest reigning EBWF Women’s Champion in history, The Quintessential Diva, Trish Stratus. Good evening, Trish…
Trish Stratus: Well, THAT is what I call an introduction. Someone has been doing his homework. Thank you Corey.
Corey Graves: Trish, there are just four women left in the EBWF Queen of the Ring tournament, and you are one win away from the finals. You will be facing Summer Rae tonight, and one of you will go on to face either of the Bella Twins at the King of the Ring pay-per-view. How do you feel about your chances against Summer tonight?
Trish Stratus: My chances against Summer Rae? Oh, that’s not difficult, Corey. Let me break this down for you. A completely ordinary, untalented little girl named Summer Rae, who would have otherwise been a nobody in this business, aligned herself with two equally as forgettable and untalented hacks and now poof…
Trish snapped her fingers.
Trish Stratus: We have the best thing in the Women’s Division since… who remembers when. These three women have falsely convinced themselves that as long as they can keep the women’s championship belt between the three of them that everything in their little fairytale land will be just perfect. As if that hasn’t been done before. It never ends well, Summer. It never does. So, you see, by beating you tonight at Warfare, I’m going to be doing you a little favor. When I take away your chance at being the number one contender for Sasha’s title, I will immediately reduce the chances of your little group breaking up anytime soon. See, if you were to become number one contender, sweetheart, Sasha would start to get very paranoid. Then it would only be a matter of time until she was sure that Eva was in on it with you. The Mean Girls would come crumbling down without warning, leaving you to wonder what happened. This way is a lot simpler, Sasha remains champion, you remain harmless, and your little sisterhood stays in tact.
Corey Graves: You’re being awfully dismissive, Trish. Didn’t Summer and Eva win the EBWF Women’s Tag Championships from yourself and Natalya?
Trish Stratus: And? Check your facts, Corey. Natalya and I beat them for those very same belts at Survivor Series. Let’s be honest, Natalya and I could have the EBWF women’s Tag Team Championships whenever we wanted them. One Sharpshooter to Eva, and the little trollop would be lucky to have a wrestling career.
Corey Graves; But Summer Rae defeated Natalya in the very first round of the tournament.
Trish Stratus: We all have our off nights. Natalya took Summer too lightly, and it’s not a mistake I intend to make. The three of them have created quite a power bubble, but they’re not unbeatable. I’m going to prove that tonight when I take out Summer and advance to the finals. Summer likes to brag that she’s worked hard for everything she has in this business. She got here all by herself, and didn’t depend on her name or anyone else for that matter.
Trish did a fake, slow clap.
Trish Stratus: Well, that’s you and me both isn’t it Summer. Here’s the difference between you and me. I’ve had an illustrious, over the top, unforgettable, hall of fame career. And you? You’ll be lucky if you’re still employed next year. Not to mention that you have legs for days, and all that good stuff, but for a woman with a flat ass and a neck like a God damn giraffe you think you wouldn’t be quite so confident. I guess you didn’t get the memo. Corey, did you get the memo?
Corey Graves: Uh…
Trish pointed to a piece of paper with his name on it clipped to a clip board on a nearby table. Cory picked it up and read it aloud.
Corey Graves: Trish Stratus. is perfect.
Trish Stratus: Awww… my boyfriend sent that memo. He’s precious. And SO observant. See, I’ve heard around the water cooler that you’re the next big thing around here. I wish you luck with that Summer, I really do, because when I decide that I want something, there is absolutely no chance you will get one over on me. You cannot be the next big thing in EBWF without beating the one woman who has always been the woman to beat in this company. We all know that classy and indulgent things last forever. Things that are trashy and cheap? Oh, that just fades away, doesn’t it sweetheart? I’m looking forward to beating you tonight, and when I do I’m going on to King of the Ring to face whichever Bella manages to get the pin. Then I’ll go to Summerslam and not only reclaim the title that I previously kept around my waist for 274 days. But I’ll knock your little friend Sasha back down to the bottom of this endless heap of nameless, faceless divas that are traipsing throughout the EBWF today.
Corey Graves: You don’t think the women’s division is as talented as it once was?
Trish Stratus: Of course not. Let’s fact check, shall we. Trish Stratus, two time EBWF Women’s Wrestler of the Year. Four time, and longest reigning, EBWF Women’s Champion. Queen of the Ring and Women’s Royal Rumble winner. The sexiest Woman in professional wrestling, and the only woman credited with turning this division into the powerhouse that it is today. I invented the Diva. What has Summer Rae done besides be the only one of her clique to not win a Slammy Award in 2015 and win a couple of pointless tag championships that were created for Natalya and I to play with until we were bored of them? Summer Rae is nobody. In thirty years, when I’m being celebrated for my contributions to this business, no one will even remember this girl’s name. I shouldn’t even have to lower myself to step into the ring with her, but you know what Corey? Everyone has to taste bitter defeat sometimes. Tonight is just Summer’s night, and I don’t really care that she’s going to be disappointed.
Trish looked up at Corey and then brushed past him walking out of the frame.
Corey Graves Thank you, Trish Stratus…
Trish heard Corey give half of his outro, but she continued walking right out of the room. She felt reinvigorated. She moved down the hallway, propelled by what, she didn’t know. She found the office she was looking for and gave one sharp knock, before opening the door without being invited in. The man seated behind the desk looked up, surprised.
Wes Ikeda: Trish?
Trish Stratus: I’ve been afraid.
Wes Ikeda: What?
Trish Stratus: I’ve been afraid that my friendship with Natalie, my connections to Amy, and my relationship with Nick meant that I’d be politicking my way to success if I asked you for things. But I’m over that now. I want to win tonight. I want to win tonight, and I want to win Sunday night. I want to go to Summerslam. I want to win this whole thing. I deserve it. There’s not a better female wrestler on this diva’s roster. Period.
Wes Ikeda: There’s not a better female wrestler on this diva’s roster. Period.
Trish raised her eyebrow.
Wes Ikeda: I’ll agree with that. I have a meeting. About Sunday’s show. I’ll be out in about 90 minutes. I’ll have someone get back to you, and thank you. Thank you for telling me what you want. It’s easy to think you’re content doing what you’ve been doing.
Trish nodded, thanking him. Then she turned to leave his office. He might have blown her off just then, but she didn’t think he had. Summer Rae didn’t have the skills or the crowd support to get the win tonight, and there was a part of Trish that thought Adam might have been right. Maybe the EBWF didn’t deserve the same ole same. And as far as Trish could see it, lately, that had been just one dumb, flash in the pan girl, after another, with the EBWF Women’s Championship. It was time to change that. It was time to show the world why she, and only she, was queen.