Disclaimer: I do not own the WWF, only my fictional characters.
Love Is A WarJeffysAngel573@yahoo.com
Staples Center, LA:
Lizzy is walking aimlessly down the tiled hallways of the convention. Confused, she looks down every corner of the building, searching desperately.
Lizz: "Oh why didn't dad give me directions to the bathroom? Now I need too search all over the place!"
Suddenly, she bumped into some one and sprawled on the floor. She got up and brushed herself off and looked up at the person.
Lizz: "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't looking…oh my god you are Trish Stratus!"
Trish: "Why yes I am, who are you?"
Lizz: "Oh, I am Lizzy Calloway, you know, Mark's kid."
Trish eyed her and saw a definite resemblence. She had her fathers long, thick brown hair and his light brown eyes, to match with her cream coloured complextion. She was tall and lean, but didn't have the same limp figure as Stacy Keibler had. No muscles, but she looked young, around twenty.
Trish immediately liked her sweet smile.
Trish: "Cool! Ya know me and Mark are like brother and sister." She laughed. "Does that sound funny?"
Lizz: "Not really, not by what the show makes you two seem to be. I would never suspect that!"
Trish: "Have you even met the Hardyz? Those two really cute brothers?"
Lizzy shook her head. "No."
Trish: "How about I introduce you to them? I'm going to their locker room right now, want to come?"
Lizz: "Sure!"
Lizzy had forgotten about going to the bathroom, and followed Trish to the Hardy Boyz locker room.