Here I am, standing in the shower with a smile on my face, letting all the
drops of your cold dead blood rinse off of me. As the last bit of the blood-
filled water goes down the drain I can't help but laugh. There goes the
last I'll ever have to see of you, Trish Stratus.
I'm sure there's no doubt in your mind why I had to do this, I mean hell it was all your fault, you asked for it. For all the times you used me and abused our friendship, just to benefit yourself. God, it seems like only yesterday when we stood side by side, the best of friends, we were inseparable. But now I see that that meant nothing to you at all. I still remember how nice to me you were when we first met. It was my first real fitness competition and I was doing really well. You were the only person to talk to me that day, you were the only one who didn't see bothered by the fact that 'the new bitch', as the rest of them called me, was beating all of you. Now I see the only reason you were so nice was so you could toy with my emotions and because you knew that some day this naive woman might be useful to you later on in life. I don't know why I didn't see it the first time you asked me to screw up, to forfeit, so you could win. I knew it meant a lot to you so I went along, thinking that I was helping a 'true friend' out. How wrong I was.
After a few months I saw you as one of the only people I could trust, you were my sister. We would tell each other everything. Well at least I told *you* everything, you didn't share much, you listened to me talk and would only respond enough to make me think that you really wanted to talk. I told you about how I was just doing those fitness competitions to get my face seen, that my true passion was for wrestling. I knew you wouldn't understand why that was when I told you, but when I explained how it was exciting it could be and the fact that you can do something you love and get paid well for it, I figured you understood. The only thing you were able to understand was that it was a way to be around lots of guys, many who were lonely, and all the fame that went along with it.
When I found a place that would let me work out and train in a ring, you were right there with me. What I thought was support was nothing more then part of your sick plan to make a fool out of me. The day you told me that you were interested in wrestling to I couldn't tell you how happy I was. You had the look for it and I could just see it, we would be in the WWE together and we were going to be the best damn divas Vince had ever seen.
I should have seen it, when I would be working my ass off in the ring while you were probably taking it up the ass in the bathroom, that you didn't really want to be a wrestler. You wanted to get your pretty little face seen on T.V. and get paid outrageous amounts of money to prance around the ring in nothing more then the seer suggestion of what clothes should be. That hurt me. I loved wrestling and I just knew that one day my dreams of making it in the business would come true, and it was going to happen with or without you, but I really wanted it to be with you.
And then the day that we (or at least the day *I*) were waiting for came. We each got calls from Jim Ross, the talent agent for the WWE. You got the call first, and I was so happy for you, then it was only a few days later that I got mine. I expected you to react the same way that I had, but all I got from you was a 'Oh.. Really.Wow... good for you Lisa' and then you left. I figured you just didn't know what to say or maybe that you were tired, so I didn't think anything of it. Then the day came were we got to sit down and talk to all the big shots in WWE. I was so nervous but you seemed so calm it was almost like you didn't know what this could mean for you. When we got to the lobby outside the interviewing office you were called in first, leaving me to sit alone and think about how close I was to fulfilling my dream. You were in that room for a good 45 minutes before the door reopened. You walked out and smiled at me, but that smile was nothing compared to the one on the face of that executive. I still curse myself for not seeing it right then and there. You slept with him right in that office, being that dirty little whore you always were. As I was called into the office I saw that you didn't plan on waiting for me. When I asked where you were going all you said was 'There something I really need to do. I'll be back when your interview is over'. Little did I know that the 'something' you had to do was Vince McMahon himself. My interview was only about 15 minutes, but I didn't think much of it then, I thought they had enough information on me that they didn't need much more, but no it was only because by that time you had killed my chances.
Not even a week later you got the call congratulating you for being the newest WWE Diva. I knew that since you made it I was sure as hell going to make it as well. I knew my call would come. So I waited. and waited. and waited. I had seen you on T.V. for about 2 months before I finally got my call, but it wasn't at all what I thought I was going to hear. I still hear JR's voice in my head sometimes 'I'm sorry Lisa but your just not what we're looking for in a Diva at this time'. Without thinking I hung the phone up without saying a word. I started to cry, for the first time since I was a child, I sat there and cried. I did the only thing I could think to do, call you. I knew you were going to say something to make me feel better. It was that call that for the first time in 3 years I saw you for what you truly were. a heartless, good for nothing, conniving whore. I could barely speak into the phone and as I tried I swear I heard you laugh. When I was at my lowest, the time when you were supposed to live up to your role as my best friend and comfort me, *you* flat out laughed.
I was even more speechless then I was before I called you, I was crying even harder by now. I managed to find my voice and I began to speak, 'Why are y.' 'Sorry hun but this company isn't big enough for both of us. Maybe if you had done a few *favors* they would have hired you to, but then again probably not I made sure that there would be nothing you could do to get where I am now.' 'Trish how could you, I was your best friend, I.' 'You were a stepping-stone for me, nothing more. Get the straight right now. And do you want to know the best part of this all Lisa, you never had a clue'. CLICK! I sat there just staring at the receiver, too shocked to cry anymore.
I'm sure there's no doubt in your mind why I had to do this, I mean hell it was all your fault, you asked for it. For all the times you used me and abused our friendship, just to benefit yourself. God, it seems like only yesterday when we stood side by side, the best of friends, we were inseparable. But now I see that that meant nothing to you at all. I still remember how nice to me you were when we first met. It was my first real fitness competition and I was doing really well. You were the only person to talk to me that day, you were the only one who didn't see bothered by the fact that 'the new bitch', as the rest of them called me, was beating all of you. Now I see the only reason you were so nice was so you could toy with my emotions and because you knew that some day this naive woman might be useful to you later on in life. I don't know why I didn't see it the first time you asked me to screw up, to forfeit, so you could win. I knew it meant a lot to you so I went along, thinking that I was helping a 'true friend' out. How wrong I was.
After a few months I saw you as one of the only people I could trust, you were my sister. We would tell each other everything. Well at least I told *you* everything, you didn't share much, you listened to me talk and would only respond enough to make me think that you really wanted to talk. I told you about how I was just doing those fitness competitions to get my face seen, that my true passion was for wrestling. I knew you wouldn't understand why that was when I told you, but when I explained how it was exciting it could be and the fact that you can do something you love and get paid well for it, I figured you understood. The only thing you were able to understand was that it was a way to be around lots of guys, many who were lonely, and all the fame that went along with it.
When I found a place that would let me work out and train in a ring, you were right there with me. What I thought was support was nothing more then part of your sick plan to make a fool out of me. The day you told me that you were interested in wrestling to I couldn't tell you how happy I was. You had the look for it and I could just see it, we would be in the WWE together and we were going to be the best damn divas Vince had ever seen.
I should have seen it, when I would be working my ass off in the ring while you were probably taking it up the ass in the bathroom, that you didn't really want to be a wrestler. You wanted to get your pretty little face seen on T.V. and get paid outrageous amounts of money to prance around the ring in nothing more then the seer suggestion of what clothes should be. That hurt me. I loved wrestling and I just knew that one day my dreams of making it in the business would come true, and it was going to happen with or without you, but I really wanted it to be with you.
And then the day that we (or at least the day *I*) were waiting for came. We each got calls from Jim Ross, the talent agent for the WWE. You got the call first, and I was so happy for you, then it was only a few days later that I got mine. I expected you to react the same way that I had, but all I got from you was a 'Oh.. Really.Wow... good for you Lisa' and then you left. I figured you just didn't know what to say or maybe that you were tired, so I didn't think anything of it. Then the day came were we got to sit down and talk to all the big shots in WWE. I was so nervous but you seemed so calm it was almost like you didn't know what this could mean for you. When we got to the lobby outside the interviewing office you were called in first, leaving me to sit alone and think about how close I was to fulfilling my dream. You were in that room for a good 45 minutes before the door reopened. You walked out and smiled at me, but that smile was nothing compared to the one on the face of that executive. I still curse myself for not seeing it right then and there. You slept with him right in that office, being that dirty little whore you always were. As I was called into the office I saw that you didn't plan on waiting for me. When I asked where you were going all you said was 'There something I really need to do. I'll be back when your interview is over'. Little did I know that the 'something' you had to do was Vince McMahon himself. My interview was only about 15 minutes, but I didn't think much of it then, I thought they had enough information on me that they didn't need much more, but no it was only because by that time you had killed my chances.
Not even a week later you got the call congratulating you for being the newest WWE Diva. I knew that since you made it I was sure as hell going to make it as well. I knew my call would come. So I waited. and waited. and waited. I had seen you on T.V. for about 2 months before I finally got my call, but it wasn't at all what I thought I was going to hear. I still hear JR's voice in my head sometimes 'I'm sorry Lisa but your just not what we're looking for in a Diva at this time'. Without thinking I hung the phone up without saying a word. I started to cry, for the first time since I was a child, I sat there and cried. I did the only thing I could think to do, call you. I knew you were going to say something to make me feel better. It was that call that for the first time in 3 years I saw you for what you truly were. a heartless, good for nothing, conniving whore. I could barely speak into the phone and as I tried I swear I heard you laugh. When I was at my lowest, the time when you were supposed to live up to your role as my best friend and comfort me, *you* flat out laughed.
I was even more speechless then I was before I called you, I was crying even harder by now. I managed to find my voice and I began to speak, 'Why are y.' 'Sorry hun but this company isn't big enough for both of us. Maybe if you had done a few *favors* they would have hired you to, but then again probably not I made sure that there would be nothing you could do to get where I am now.' 'Trish how could you, I was your best friend, I.' 'You were a stepping-stone for me, nothing more. Get the straight right now. And do you want to know the best part of this all Lisa, you never had a clue'. CLICK! I sat there just staring at the receiver, too shocked to cry anymore.