Undone

"Okay, five seconds 'til air; four; three … "

"So Ivory thinks she can take my Women's Championship, does she? Listen, Ivory, you may be tough, but which one of us has the title? That's right. I do. And this belt is staying with me. Consider yourself warned... Richmond, Virginia-" – the crowd erupted in cheers – "Is going to experience some major Stratusfaction tonight, so you'd better be ready!"

With that, Trish Stratus left the RAW set, heading to the ramp to battle it out with Ivory, defending her Women's Title in a match on Monday Night RAW.

"Wow, an amazing technical maneuver by the lovely Miss Stratus - oh, and a Bulldog off the second rope! Looks like that's going to be all: 1, 2, 3! And Trish Stratus retains the Women's Championship!"

Trish, winded yet proud of a match well done, walked up the ramp and into the backstage area. She grabbed a bottle of water, plunked herself down on an old folding chair, and rubbed her leg.

Oh, God. My leg feels horrible. I should get it checked out - ugh, it'll probably pass. Give it a day or two and it'll heal.

As she sat, stretching her aching leg and wincing, she spotted her good friend, Chris Jericho.

"Chris!" she exclaimed, "I was wondering where you'd gone!"

She hugged him tight, trying - yet failing - to mask the pain that showed on her face. The pain was getting worse.

"I was just getting ready for my match: it's in a few minutes. What's the matter, Trish? Are you okay? You don't look too good... is your leg still sore?"

"Yeah, I'm all right, don't worry about it. I've just got a bit of pain in it, it should be fine by the time we start the International Tour."

"I hope so. I can't help but worry about you; you need to let someone look at that leg of yours. All right, I've got my match with Kane, but I'll meet you at the hotel at 10 o' clock tomorrow morning, okay? Be safe, babe."

"Alright, I'll try to be," said Trish with a forced smile.