Trish walked away from the ring victorious, with the Women's Championship strung over her shoulder. She held it high over her head one last time, showing the crowd and her opponents, and headed back behind the curtain. "Whoa, what a match," she thought to herself as she made her way back to the women's locker room, people congratulating her on her win. All of a sudden she bumped into the one man that sent delightful shivers up and down her spine—Tyson Tomko.
"Hey, Trish," he said, "great job out there tonight. You really proved that you've got what it takes." He lightly set a hand on her beltless shoulder. "I'm really impressed."
With that compliment, Trish felt her cheeks getting hot. "Well, thank you, Tyson," she replied, "I really appreciate that. A LOT." His blue eyes locked with hers, and he smiled heartily at her. She smiled back, and turned to go inside of the locker room. She pushed the door in, then stopped and turned around to face Tyson.
"I want to see you later tonight," she whispered, stepping close to him, "at my hotel room."
With that, she grinned devilishly, and disappeared behind the red locker room door, leaving Tyson standing outside, with his face shock-written.