Stephanie McMahon flung the door to the women's locker room open. She was angry... Not even angry, she was pissed as hell and she just couldn't wait to get her hands on the cause of her anger; the cause being none other than Trish Stratus.
Yep… Trish fucking Stratus… beautiful, blonde and busty Trish Stratus… the one her dad was fawning over like some kind of love sick puppy dog… the one EVERY man on the roster was fawning over like love sick puppy dogs… the one that she, Stephanie McMahon, herself had been infatuated with ever since she stepped foot into this business.
Stephanie's eyes glanced across the locker room. She knew Trish was in there. Not one, but two people had told her that they had seen Trish enter the locker room.
"Trish? I know you're in here!" Stephanie yelled. It was just sickening having to see Trish all over her dad every week… sickening and anger-inducing and just plain sickening.
"Trish?!?" Stephanie yelled again. Her voice was laced with the anger burning deep within her.
"Yes Steph?" A voice emerged from behind her.
Stephanie slowly turned around and in front of her was Trish Stratus, wrapped in a towel with beads of water dripping gingerly down exposed parts of her flesh and her damp hair clinging to her shoulders.
Stephanie opened her mouth to speak but suddenly forgot what the hell it was she was angry about in the first place.
TBC….