Author's Note: I don't own anything...
Trish Stratus was backstage at a house show, stretching for her upcoming match against Victoria. She stood infront of the mirror, dressed in a pair of black pants and a red tank top that tied in the front. Her layered blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a pair of black wrestling boots. Trish was stretching in the hallways, accompanied by her best friend Lilian Garcia and Jay Reso. Jay was just sitting around, because he was already finished with his match against Lance Storm. Lilian and Jay were discussing music while Trish looked up once in awhile to listen to what they were saying.
"I'm so glad that Howard Finkel is taking the mic tonight. I need a break." Lilian pointed out, as Jay nodded.
"I agree. But, you're the better announcer, Lil. You do an awesome job with Raw." Jay complimented her. She smiled.
"Thanks Jay. You're not so bad yourself with that peeps act." She said with a laugh. Jay and Trish laughed also.
"Not so bad? The man is downright irritating!" Trish chimed in, getting everybody to laugh again.
"Well, I guess I'm doing my job right then!" Jay exclaimed, as everybody broke into laughter once again.
"Hey guys. What's up?" A voice asked. The blonde trio turned around to see Amy Dumas standing there, dressed in a pair of army green shorts and a black tank top. Her fiery red hair could set the blondes to flame any time of the day.
"Hey Amy! We're just talking about how annoying Christian is." Jay Reso told her, as she smirked.
"How annoying Christian is? Don't you guys mean how annoying Jay Reso is?" She joked, as he looked at her with a mockingly shocked look.
"How dare you, Amy Dumas! Next time when you need rescuing, I'm not doing it." He protested, crossing his arms across his chest. He gave the ladies a fake pout. Amy Dumas gave him a light tap on the head.
"Whatever, Jay. The fans think Christian's a huge Jericho copier." She replied, taking a seat beside Lilian on a steel chair.
"Did somebody say Jericho?" A undoubtedly recognizable voice asked. The three blondes and the red head turned around to see another blonde. Chris Jericho, or Irvine if you wanted to go with what his driver's liscense said, was standing behind them. He was dressed in a Highlite Reel t-shirt and a pair of wrestling tights. On his face was an amused smile.
"Amy was just saying that Christian's a huge Jericho wannabe." Lilian Garcia told him, as Trish rose from the floor. She brushed herself off and then grabbed her black trench coat and red cowboy hat. She put the two items of clothing on and then cut in.
"My match with Victoria's up next. Later guys!" She said to them, spinning on her heel and walking to the curtain.
"Good luck, Trish!" Lilian said to her with a smile.
"Thanks, Lil!" Trish called out.
"Good luck!" The rest of the crew shouted.
"Jay, how about you get Christian to develop his own personality?" Chris Irvine asked, as everybody bursted into laughter.
Trish Stratus had just finished up her match against Victoria. Victoria ended up with the victory, after Steven Richards had interferred. Trish opened the door to the women's locker room and found Nora Greenwald, also known as Molly Holly just slinging her back over her shoulder and getting ready to leave. "Hey Trish! I'm sorry I can't stay. Gail and I are headed out for the night."
"It's alright, Nora! Nice match with Amy earlier. I'll see you later. Bye." Trish said to her, as Nora gave her a wave and exited the room. Now, the place was empty. Trish went over to her bag and pulled out her towel. She was walking over to the showers when her eye caught something on the wall. In what looked like blood, but could easily be red paint, was "DIE! TRISH! DIE!"
Her eyes went wide as she shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Trish Stratus was backstage at a house show, stretching for her upcoming match against Victoria. She stood infront of the mirror, dressed in a pair of black pants and a red tank top that tied in the front. Her layered blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail and she wore a pair of black wrestling boots. Trish was stretching in the hallways, accompanied by her best friend Lilian Garcia and Jay Reso. Jay was just sitting around, because he was already finished with his match against Lance Storm. Lilian and Jay were discussing music while Trish looked up once in awhile to listen to what they were saying.
"I'm so glad that Howard Finkel is taking the mic tonight. I need a break." Lilian pointed out, as Jay nodded.
"I agree. But, you're the better announcer, Lil. You do an awesome job with Raw." Jay complimented her. She smiled.
"Thanks Jay. You're not so bad yourself with that peeps act." She said with a laugh. Jay and Trish laughed also.
"Not so bad? The man is downright irritating!" Trish chimed in, getting everybody to laugh again.
"Well, I guess I'm doing my job right then!" Jay exclaimed, as everybody broke into laughter once again.
"Hey guys. What's up?" A voice asked. The blonde trio turned around to see Amy Dumas standing there, dressed in a pair of army green shorts and a black tank top. Her fiery red hair could set the blondes to flame any time of the day.
"Hey Amy! We're just talking about how annoying Christian is." Jay Reso told her, as she smirked.
"How annoying Christian is? Don't you guys mean how annoying Jay Reso is?" She joked, as he looked at her with a mockingly shocked look.
"How dare you, Amy Dumas! Next time when you need rescuing, I'm not doing it." He protested, crossing his arms across his chest. He gave the ladies a fake pout. Amy Dumas gave him a light tap on the head.
"Whatever, Jay. The fans think Christian's a huge Jericho copier." She replied, taking a seat beside Lilian on a steel chair.
"Did somebody say Jericho?" A undoubtedly recognizable voice asked. The three blondes and the red head turned around to see another blonde. Chris Jericho, or Irvine if you wanted to go with what his driver's liscense said, was standing behind them. He was dressed in a Highlite Reel t-shirt and a pair of wrestling tights. On his face was an amused smile.
"Amy was just saying that Christian's a huge Jericho wannabe." Lilian Garcia told him, as Trish rose from the floor. She brushed herself off and then grabbed her black trench coat and red cowboy hat. She put the two items of clothing on and then cut in.
"My match with Victoria's up next. Later guys!" She said to them, spinning on her heel and walking to the curtain.
"Good luck, Trish!" Lilian said to her with a smile.
"Thanks, Lil!" Trish called out.
"Good luck!" The rest of the crew shouted.
"Jay, how about you get Christian to develop his own personality?" Chris Irvine asked, as everybody bursted into laughter.
Trish Stratus had just finished up her match against Victoria. Victoria ended up with the victory, after Steven Richards had interferred. Trish opened the door to the women's locker room and found Nora Greenwald, also known as Molly Holly just slinging her back over her shoulder and getting ready to leave. "Hey Trish! I'm sorry I can't stay. Gail and I are headed out for the night."
"It's alright, Nora! Nice match with Amy earlier. I'll see you later. Bye." Trish said to her, as Nora gave her a wave and exited the room. Now, the place was empty. Trish went over to her bag and pulled out her towel. She was walking over to the showers when her eye caught something on the wall. In what looked like blood, but could easily be red paint, was "DIE! TRISH! DIE!"
Her eyes went wide as she shrieked at the top of her lungs.