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"Hey Trish I was wondering-"
"Talk to you later, Anna!" Trish waved at the crew member as she raced by. "Right now I've got a date to attend."
"Who's the lucky guy?" Anna smiled, understanding.
"My TV."
Laughing at the perplexed expression on Anna's face, Trish yanked the door of her's and her best friend's locker room door open. She plunked down into the armchair by the monitor just in time.
The match was just starting. Trish watched intently as Stacy was met with multiple clotheslines. The match continued for a while, her bestie in the lead. She grabbed a coke from the mini fridge, her eyes never leaving the TV screen.
She growled when she saw Stacy distracting the ref and Torrie pulling her bestie out of the ring and knocking her into the barricade. Trying to calm herself, she took a sip of coke, then spat it out when she saw Torrie grab a chair.
"The cheating-" She grumbled some very rude words under her breath.
Luckily, the ref turned around and saw Torrie. Torrie dropped the chair and desperately tried to explain that she hadn't done anything, but seeing the other competitor in this match down and unmoving, the ref called for the bell and Stacy was disqualified.
Immediately, Trish's bestie poked her head up, and crawled to the side, hoisting herself up using the ring apron.
"Woo!" Trish set the coke down and hurried off to find her friend. She raced past Anna again, and the confused crew member asked, "So Trish, did you see your boyfriend on screen?"
"Haven't got one!" laughed Trish, leaving the confused Anna even more bamboozled.
She spotted her bestie entering backstage and she ran over. "You were amazing, Li!" she said, hugging her.
"It wasn't really a proper match." Lita said, returning the hug. "Stacy was disqualified."
Trish rolled her eyes. Lita was so… Litish. She always pushed herself beyond her boundaries and she wanted to prove she was the best and wanted people to take her seriously and she wanted them to do their best against her, or she felt cheated.
"But it felt good to win, right?" Trish gently nudged Lita, hoping she would agree. A moping Lita was no fun. "Especially against Stupid Stacy."
"Yeah." Lita's eyes brightened and her forehead smoothed itself out. "And show Tenacious Torrie who's boss."
"Great. So, watcha wanna do? We have a few hours before the business dinner."
"Let's just chill out for a while. I need to take a shower."
"Sure." Trish pulled Lita back the way she'd come.
The still very deluded Anna stopped them, her head tilted to one side, a frown on her face. "I don't get it, Trish."
"I wouldn't expect you to, Anna." Trish giggled, pulling Lita into their locker room and closing the door behind them.
"Are you done, Trish? You're taking forever." Lita checked her watch and sighed dramatically. "We're gonna be so late!"
Trish stepped out of the bathroom. "We're gonna meet the heads, is it bad I want to look presentable?"
Lita rolled her eyes. "Trish, you look fantastic no matter what."
Lita wasn't lying, Trish did look fantastic. Her blonde hair was curled carefully and her make-up no matter how subtle it was, brought out the blue in her eyes, the redness in her lips, the definition of her high cheekbones and alluring smile.
The blonde bombshell had on a silver shift dress and gold high heels. A smell of fragrant rose petals wafted into the air around her and she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, saying anxiously, "You don't think it's too much?"
"Nope."
"Thank God. You look nice too, Li."
"Thanks." The fiery red head had actually bothered to comb her hair, practically having to force it into submission and her make-up was very slight, only a faint black ring around her eyes to enhance the brown pupils, and a pale pink lipstick, with the faintest trace of blush along her cheekbones.
She was wearing a high-cut, sparkly black tank-top, and a rhinestone studded jacket. Black leggings encased her slim legs and she wore tightly-laced high combat boots.
Trish picked up her handbag and the two headed out.
Batista whistled. "Looking good, ladies!"
"Thanks, Dave. You look great, too."
The Animal had on a clean, white shirt and black jeans, very different from his normal, everyday, rough-housing i-will-rip-you-apart look.
He held out an arm each and offered it to them.
"Get on with it!" Lita laughed, swatting his hand away playfully. Trish, however, took it gracefully and he escorted her into the fancy dining area. There was an enormous crystal gold chandelier hanging from the ceiling and white cloths covered the oak tables, making everything look powerful and elegant.
"Nice." Lita said, impressed. "Where are they?"
Trish scanned the room, but she didn't see Stephanie or Triple H, or any of the other guests for that matter.
Batista indicated a gold door with a fancy handle. "Go in, make a right." He turned to leave.
"Aren't you coming in?"
"Me?" Batista laughed. "I'm just the butler. Have a good time, ladies."
Trisha and Lita traded smiles and opened the door, then headed down the corridor to the room on the right.
Stephanie Mcmahon, Triple H, Eric Bischoff, Ric Flair, Stone Cold Steve Austin, Mick Foley, Randy Orton, Kurt Angle, Lance Storm, Hurricane, Jazz, Debra, Victoria, Molly Holly, Ivory, Jacqueline, Terri, Maria and Gail Kim were seated around a huge table, talking and laughing.
"Trish, Lita!" Stephanie Mcmahon stood up. "Sit down, sit down! We're only waiting for two more people now."
Trish and Lita took two of the four empty seats, Lita next to Jacqueline.
"Who're the other two?" Lita asked Jacqueline.
"Haven't got a clue." Jacqueline said through a mouthful of bread. "Probably honored guests or something."
Because all the other women in this room were douche bags, except maybe Stephanie, Trish and Lita just talked to Jackie. They sent silent glances towards the other women, grudgingly agreeing to tolerate each other until the end of the dinner.
They all hated each other, but understood the importance of maintaining a good profile in front of the heads.
"So, Bischoff, when am I getting that title shot?" Hurricane asked, leaning back in his chair and drinking from a glass of wine.
Eric Bischoff raised an arched eyebrow in mock surprise. "Oh, really? I never knew you'd be so deserving."
"That's right, man."
There was a knock on the door to announce the arrival of someone and the door opened to reveal… Torrie Wilson and Stacy Keibler.
Torrie was wearing a yellow dress and Stacy had on a pink one. Both were shockingly revealing and left little to the imagination. They also both had on amazingly high high heels it was a surprise they could even walk at all.
Batista came in after them, shutting the door quietly and took a seat next to Triple H.
"Torrie and Stacy, good you're here." Stephanie gestured to the empty seats beside Trish. "Take a seat."
Torrie glared at them and Stacy shifted her eyes to them venomously. Reluctantly, Torrie sat beside Trish and Stacy next to her.
"So, girls, I've been thinking about putting up a title match at Pay Per View, what do you guys think?" Triple H asked, vigorously cutting up his meat.
All eyes turned to Molly Holly, the women's champion. She made a face. "Do I have to, Hunter?"
"Now, come on. I'm thinking a Triple Threat match. You vs someone vs someone. But before that, maybe a number one contenders over the ropes match would be good." he said thoughtfully. "Jacqueline, Gail, Jazz, Stacy, Torrie, Trish, Lita, Victoria, Ivory, Maria, you're all in."
All the women exchanged excited glances, except Molly Holly, (of course) Terri and Debra, who'd both been left out.
"It's all right, ladies." Stephanie reassured them. "You'll get a title shot soon enough."
"I'll drink to that." Terri said, making everyone laugh.
Stacy made sure the heads weren't looking, then leaned over Torrie to whisper, "Torrie and I are going to win that, and one of us is going to walk out at Pay Per View Women's Champion."
"I doubt that." Trish whispered back, "Seeing as neither of you can wrestle to save your lives."
"Girls, if you have anything to share, don't be shy!" Ric Flair said, startling them.
"There's nothing we need to say, Ric." Stacy said smoothly, sliding back over Torrie and into her seat again.
Stephanie frowned over her wine glass. She nudged her husband. "I told you that match will cause trouble." she murmured.
"Let's not talk about that anymore!" Triple H said hastily, "So Dave, you are going to be having a backstage segment with Maria…"
"I'm so full." Lita patted her completely flat stomach.
"Mhm." Trish agreed. "It was nice of Steph and Hunter to pay the bill."
In the shadows, Torrie and Stacy muttered darkly to each other as they watched the pair of beauties.
"Stace, do you really think we'll win?" Torrie asked anxiously. "Anything can happen in a number one contender's match, you know. We can't forget the other women."
"If we go out, we make sure we eliminate that annoying red head and that simpering blonde first!" Stacy snapped, red in the face. "But we will win, Tor, I'm certain of it. I'll do whatever it takes to get my hands on that women's title."
"Me too."
"Then get out your cell, we got a few calls to make."
"To who?" Torrie asked, reaching into her handbag for her phone. "How can calling help us get that women's title?"
Stacy grinned evilly. "Oh, leave that to me..."
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