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To say that it had been a rough night would've been an understatement. Trish was beyond exhausted after her hard-fought victory over Lita tonight and it didn't help that her and Jericho had gotten into a huge fight just moments before her match. He had accused her of cheating with Christian and her attempts at convincing him otherwise fell on deaf ears.

She arrived back at her hotel room only to find the most disgusting man in all of wrestling waiting outside her door. "What the hell do you want Bischoff?" Trish grew more and more impatient as time passed.

"Such a harsh tone Trish," Eric said, grabbing a handful of Trish's hair and pulling her in close, "I suggest you tone it down for your own sake." Eric warned her. Trish complied and asked again in a somewhat less threatening way.

"What do you want Eric? I'm extremely tired and I just want to go to bed."

"Well, I just came to talk. I thought up a brilliant new storyline for you and…guess who?" Bischoff smiled maniacally. Trish made no move to answer; she just glared at him silently visioning kicking him in the balls. "No guesses? It's Stacy." Trish could've sworn her stomach dropped straight out of her body. Her eyes grew wide in shock and she tried desperately to think of something to say.

"It's quite interesting really. The way I see it, we need to..sex things up a bit. Seeing as how you and Stacy are the hottest girls out there, how fun would it be for you guys to, get close. Your relationship with Chris is falling apart anyway, anyone with eyes can see that. Plus I've seen the eyes Stacy makes at you. I'm an observant pervert, what can I say." Eric replied at the look of confusion Trish gave him,, still unable to speak. "So what do you think?"

Trish stood there, head pounding from having her hair hoisted in the air and from what she just heard. "I'm not a fucking lesbian, Eric. What are you really getting out of this? You gonna record us or something then sell it, try to ruin our lives. Besides I hate Stacy, she's one of the damn reasons me and Jericho fight, she's always trying to steal him from me. So what in the hell makes you think I would willingly 'get close' with her like you put it?" Trish finished her rant glaring daggers at Eric.

"Because if you don't I might just let slip that I caught a certain girlfriend of his in the lobby, all over a certain other wrestler by the name of Christian."

"What the hell are you talking about, I wasn't-." But she was cut off when Eric pulled out a photo of her and Christian in the lobby of a hotel with her hand on his cheek in a very loving way. "He had syrup on the side of his face! I was getting it off for him! You can't be serious!" Trish screamed, he was really going to blackmail her into sleeping with Stacy.

"So Trish what'll it be? The storyline or I tell Chris and I leave it up to him to decide your punishment?" She was trapped, no other choice.

"Fine I'll do it." She replied, exhausted.

"Excellent choice, my dear. We'll take more in the morning. Hope you two have a wonderful night." Eric released her hair and stepped onto the elevator.

'What the hell is he talking about; I'm not rooming with anyone?' Trish thought to herself as she opened her hotel room door, flipped on the light and found a half-naked StacyKeibler passed out on the bed.