Is This Real?
Chapter 2: My new trainer
As we walked in, Al told Jake, Ivory, and Bill to go ahead as he pulled me to the side.
"Sorry I didn't call you back. What did you want to talk about?" He asked. I bowed my head.
"If I let you down by this, I'm sorry. But, Al...I'm having second thoughts...I'm afraid. What if I'm not tough enough?"
"We picked you because you were. You have a greater chance at this then maybe superstars now."
I looked up at him. Was he actually serious?
"You just have the nerves, and it will pass. Come on, I got a surprise for you." He said and put his arm around my shoulder and led me to where the practice ring was.
There, in the ring, was Trish Stratus. She got out of the ring and came walking towards us. She smiled up at me and pushed a strane of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Hey, Tricia. Congradulations on you winning the Tough Enough." She said, holding out her hand.
"Thanks Trish..." I said, shaking her hand. I then looked at Al. "What's going on?"
"You are going to fight Trish, in this ring." He said. I could feel my heart start to race.
"What? Are you serious? I'm...I'm not ready!" I paniced. I did NOT want to fight her.
"That's non-sense. Besides, you'll be training with me." Trish said.
"I will?"
"Surprise!" Al said, smiling.
"Today will be your first training sesson. We'll be getting along great." She said and got in the ring. "I'll wait here while you change in your work-out clothes."
"I didn't bring them." I said.
"Hm...alright. Well...I guess you can borrow some of mine. Your about my size. There's an extra one in the girls locker room. My bag is white and has 'Stratusfaction' written on there in Black letters." She said. I nodded. Now where exactly was the girls locker room?
After asking a security gaurd, I found it. I went into the room. No one was in there. I found her bag and opened it up. Inside were the usual things. I found the outfit she talking about. It was similar to the outfit she was wearing. Which was a white sports bra with pink work out shorts, except mine was a gray sports bra and red shorts. I quickly changed and ran back to the ring.
For about two hours, Trish taught me moves that I never thought I could possibly do. When she was showing me the bulldog move, Chris Jericho came to the ring. "Come on, Stratus, what's taking you so long? Jeff and I are going to pracitce for our match tonight." He said.
"Can it, Jericho. Can't you see I'm training my friend here?" She asked. Chris looked up at me, as if now realizing I was in the room.
"Ah, Tough Enough Champ, T. Howdy, I'm Chris Jericho." He said.
"Yeah, I know." I replied.
"Well then, back to where we were." She said.
I guess the word has gotten around about me and Trish fighting, because pretty soon, when we started our real fight, not only was Chris there, Jeff came, Al returnd, Jake was there, Ivory, Bill, and Triple H.
Chapter 2: My new trainer
As we walked in, Al told Jake, Ivory, and Bill to go ahead as he pulled me to the side.
"Sorry I didn't call you back. What did you want to talk about?" He asked. I bowed my head.
"If I let you down by this, I'm sorry. But, Al...I'm having second thoughts...I'm afraid. What if I'm not tough enough?"
"We picked you because you were. You have a greater chance at this then maybe superstars now."
I looked up at him. Was he actually serious?
"You just have the nerves, and it will pass. Come on, I got a surprise for you." He said and put his arm around my shoulder and led me to where the practice ring was.
There, in the ring, was Trish Stratus. She got out of the ring and came walking towards us. She smiled up at me and pushed a strane of blonde hair behind her ear.
"Hey, Tricia. Congradulations on you winning the Tough Enough." She said, holding out her hand.
"Thanks Trish..." I said, shaking her hand. I then looked at Al. "What's going on?"
"You are going to fight Trish, in this ring." He said. I could feel my heart start to race.
"What? Are you serious? I'm...I'm not ready!" I paniced. I did NOT want to fight her.
"That's non-sense. Besides, you'll be training with me." Trish said.
"I will?"
"Surprise!" Al said, smiling.
"Today will be your first training sesson. We'll be getting along great." She said and got in the ring. "I'll wait here while you change in your work-out clothes."
"I didn't bring them." I said.
"Hm...alright. Well...I guess you can borrow some of mine. Your about my size. There's an extra one in the girls locker room. My bag is white and has 'Stratusfaction' written on there in Black letters." She said. I nodded. Now where exactly was the girls locker room?
After asking a security gaurd, I found it. I went into the room. No one was in there. I found her bag and opened it up. Inside were the usual things. I found the outfit she talking about. It was similar to the outfit she was wearing. Which was a white sports bra with pink work out shorts, except mine was a gray sports bra and red shorts. I quickly changed and ran back to the ring.
For about two hours, Trish taught me moves that I never thought I could possibly do. When she was showing me the bulldog move, Chris Jericho came to the ring. "Come on, Stratus, what's taking you so long? Jeff and I are going to pracitce for our match tonight." He said.
"Can it, Jericho. Can't you see I'm training my friend here?" She asked. Chris looked up at me, as if now realizing I was in the room.
"Ah, Tough Enough Champ, T. Howdy, I'm Chris Jericho." He said.
"Yeah, I know." I replied.
"Well then, back to where we were." She said.
I guess the word has gotten around about me and Trish fighting, because pretty soon, when we started our real fight, not only was Chris there, Jeff came, Al returnd, Jake was there, Ivory, Bill, and Triple H.