Trish was glad to take some time off of the tour and return to Atlanta, Georgia. EBWF had just been in town a few weeks previously, but Trish hadn't had time to meet up with her longtime friend, Amy Dumas. She'd been happy that they'd finally made plans, even if it meant she'd had to travel back across the country from Las Vegas. The fiery red head and the blonde bombshell were sitting across from one another at Aviva by Kameel, a highly regarded Mediterranean Grill in Downtown Atlanta. They were nibbling on salads and sharing a Chicken Shawarma platter. They'd been catching up and making small talk for a while, and it felt really good to be in the company of someone who knew her so well.

Trish Stratus: So how are you liking living here in Atlanta?

Amy Dumas: You know it's a little more my speed. I'm glad I made this decision. It was nice living so close to family in North Carolina, but there's a lot more opportunity out here.

Trish Stratus: Well, good. I'm really happy for you.

Amy Dumas: So you're in the final four in the Queen of the Ring tournament. You've had a great year, huh? You, Blue Pants, Sasha and...who else?

Trish Stratus: Bayley.

Amy Dumas: Oh, that's right. She seems like a nice girl. Who's Blue Pants again?

Trish Stratus: Leva Bates, from Shimmer. I don't know much about her, but she seems to be pretty good. I'm sure we'll be able to put on a good match.

Amy Dumas: You can make anybody look good, so either way. You should have a great match against Bayley or Sasha. Do you have a preference?

Trish Stratus: Not really. And that's assuming I even go through.

Amy Dumas: Oh come on. There's no way Blue Pants is going to be in the big finish match for the whole tournament. Wes is crazy, but he isn't that crazy.

Trish laughed a little uncomfortably as Amy mentioned Wes. Wes and Amy had been married for a couple of years, but they'd divorced over eight years before. Trish took a drink of her water, eager to move on, but before she could even swallow, Amy continued.

Amy Dumas: Speaking of Wes...

Trish Stratus: Amy, I'd really rather not talk about Wes.

She didn't mean to be dismissive, but this part was always a bit awkward for her. Trish and Amy had been friends for seventeen years, and Trish cherished their long history and meaningful relationship. However, Wes and EBWF had been pretty good to Trish. She'd enjoyed over a decade with the company, and moreover, Trish had become very close to Natalie Neidhart. Nattie was a fellow Canadian, Trish's on the road buddy, and while Trish wouldn't admit it to Amy, Natalie had really grown to become Trish's very best friend. Amy had turned into this bitter, unhappy person in recent years, and while Trish didn't want to terminate their friendship, she knew she'd been keeping Amy at arms length. She guessed it had to be awkward for Amy, knowing that she and Natalie had grown so close, and to add insult to injury, Natalie had married Wes. It made sense that Amy would want to talk about it.

Amy Dumas: I understand, and I'm sorry to bring it up. It's just, I think this is information you might need to have.

Trish Stratus: Okay, what is it?

Amy Dumas: I'm filing a lawsuit. Against Wes. And against Natalie.

Trish couldn't hide the look of shock on her face. Her eyes were wide, and she was shaking her head.

Trish Stratus: You're... but, why?

Amy Dumas: It's complicated, but my chief complaints are defamation, slander, loss of income, and inability to obtain gainful employment.

Trish Stratus: Amy, you cannot be serious about this.

Amy Dumas: I am serious. In fact, Trish, I was kind of hoping that you would testify for me. About how badly he's damaged my career.

Trish Stratus: What does Natalie have to do with anything?

Amy Dumas: She willfully slandered me during my last EBWF run. She's with him on this.

That was simply untrue. Trish sat up a little straighter.

Trish Stratus: Amy, I don't understand.

Amy Dumas: The non disclosure and prenuptial agreements that he made me sign have kept me from being able to move on or do anything to earn a living. He ruined me. I can't even work in this business.

Trish Stratus: I care. I love you. I'm saying this as a friend. Wes has moved on from this. He doesn't actively think about keeping you from doing anything. Amy, they seem very happy. You stepped out on your marriage. You left him. I'm not saying he didn't retaliate at the time, but that was years ago. He's remarried.

Amy Dumas: Twice.

Trish Stratus: Be that as it may, he has a toddler at home. Amy, I don't mean to sound unsympathetic, or rude, but Wes Ikeda doesn't think about you. You have to let this go. That chapter in your life is over. Dredging up history doesn't do anyone any good. I'm afraid if you go through with this you're just going embarrass yourself.

Amy Dumas: He ended my career.

Trish Stratus: Your business relationship ended when your marriage did. You could have gone on to other things. Other companies, why didn't you?

Amy Dumas: He took away my children.

Trish Stratus: But, Amy, you were romantically involved with an accused pedophile. You had very young children. Don't you think he should have been concerned?

Amy Dumas: He has the whole world fooled, Trish. He needs to be exposed. Natalie deserves to know who her husband is.

Trish Stratus: He embarrassed you, and still, all these years later, you're hellbent on revenge. That's no way to live, sweetheart. I know you know that.

Amy Dumas: So you aren't going to help me?

Trish Stratus: Amy, if this is about money. I can help you. Hell, you could probably talk to Wes. He would probably help you. You just need to be honest with us.

Amy Dumas: Honest?

Trish Stratus: You made a mistake that ended your marriage. And rather than own that, Amy, you're still trying to make it his fault. What's really going on here?

Amy Dumas: What's going on here is that I'm asking you for your help. I should be able to talk about the three years I was with him. He shouldn't be able to paint me as the monster here.

Trish nodded. Her eyes turned sad, and she reached across the table and gave Amy's hand a pat before reaching for her purse. Their lunch date was suddenly and regrettably over.

Trish Stratus: I can't help you, Amy. And I think so long as you're going to drag Natalie into this, I can't talk to you either. If you change your mind, you can call me. I'm always here, but if you're going to drag Nattie and her little family through the mud because you think you can gain something from it? I can't be a part of that.

She didn't apologize. She wasn't sorry.

Trish Stratus: I have to get to Utah. I have a match on Monday, and I should really be focused on that. It was nice to see you, Amy. I really hope you find whatever it is you're searching for.

Trish reached into her purse and threw a few twenties down on the table. Then she shouldered her bag, and left Amy, in stunned silence, alone.