I made my in ring debut on Smackdown against Trish Stratus. I had been worried about my match before heading through the curtain, until my music hit. Trish and I had a terrific seven minute match, three minutes more than most of the other girls typically get. I pinned Trish after my moonsault.
I hugged her as soon as we were in the locker room.
"Thank you so much for that!" I exclaimed.
"No, thank you, Jas. That was one of the best TV matches I've had in a while. Reminds me of why I love this business." She told me.
"Your bulldog was sloppy." Was the first thing out of Phil's mouth when he called me later that night.
"I was wrestling Trish, who's finisher is the bulldog. I had to make sure that hers looked better than mine for the false finish towards the end of the match." I explained.
Phil laughed.
"It's a whole other world there, isn't it?" He asked.
"You have no idea." I told him.
"I miss you." He said with a sigh.
"You don't know how much I miss you."
"How is everything? People treating you well?"
"It's weird here. I don't have any of my people. Yeah, I'm being treated well but I'm so used to rounding a corner while at a building and seeing you, Colt, Ace, Bryan, someone."
"You'll get new people."
"I would rather have you here." I told him.
"It's not going to be as long as it has been." Phil told me.
Trish and I had a terrific series of matches over the next few weeks. Dad said he loved watching me in the ring. I wasn't involved in any kind of story line but that suited me just fine for now. I was just happy to go out and wrestle on national TV.