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TRISH STRATUS; MISSING YOU
Finally it had happened. All the pain, the boredom and frustration of rehab had come into fruition. She stood there, unable to move as she took in the belt in her hands. She was women's champion. People had thought that she couldn't do it. She hadn't been a wrestler when she'd been hired. She'd been pure eye candy, the type that sauntered around the ring that the men in the audience cat-called to. Now she was the champion, she was on top. That was definite Stratusfaction.
She raised the title above her head, letting the tears flow freely from her eyes. She'd won the Women's Championship against the best five women wrestling had to offer; Lita, Jacqueline, Ivory, Molly and Jazz. But she, Trish Stratus, was the one standing tall at the end. Quickly, she dropped to the canvas and rolled out of the ring, title clutched to her chest. She looked down at it. It was her's. She couldn't believe it. She'd worked hard behind the scenes to get it.
After she'd injured her ankle and had a lot of time to review the product, she knew that the step forward was wrestling. So she'd got in contact with the road agents and after she was cleared for ring training, she began working hard to get in ring shape. Soon it all slotted into place. She began to work out what she could do and what she couldn't do. High flying she couldn't do but more ground based she could. The bulldog seemed to be the move she could do most effectively. Soon she'd modified it so that she could grab her opponent into a headlock and then springboard off the top rope, spin around and hit the mat, taking her opponent with her. Like she'd done tonight to Ivory. The uptight bitch hadn't known what had hit her. It made Trish feel good to know that it was Ivory she'd pinned, Ivory who'd talked so much trash to her when she'd been such a buttoned-up prude as part of Right To Censor. Now it was Trish who was on top.
Hard work was what it all came down to. People had thought that she couldn't be anything more than ringside eye candy, sauntering around in knee high boots and cowboy hats. But she'd proved them all wrong. She was the women's champion. Trish smiled as she strapped the belt around her waist. It was her's. And what was more important was that no matter if the Alliance won, she would still have a job because she had a belt. But the Alliance wouldn't win, Trish reprimanded herself, the WWE would come out on top. She knew they would, they had the best most dedicated loyal athletes in the world working for Vince Mcmahon, people who wanted to prove that they were the best. That's exactly what they were; the best.
As she rounded a corner, a large hand clapped on her shoulder. Turning round, she found herself face to face with Bradshaw. He was grinning at her; a beer can in hand
"Just wanted to let you know that you did good Trish" he announced "you got us another victory and another belt"
"Thanks Bradshaw" Trish said with a grin "I'm kinda glad myself"
"And anytime you want to play poker with us then you're more than welcome, hell we'll even let you have a beer!" he added
Trish laughed and winked at Bradshaw, thinking about the poker games she'd been involved with before with the APA. That was back when she'd been managing T&A and the games had mostly involved T&A losing and Trish taking off her clothes. She could tell from the way Bradshaw was looking her up and down he was thinking about asking for an encore. The fact that all she was wearing was bright pink hot pants and a black low-cut top probably helped.
"Maybe, I'll see you later" she said quickly and hurried off before he could say anything.
She liked Bradshaw a lot, he was a lot of fun and usually always there when you needed him (and sometimes when you didn't). But she'd got past that stage in her career where she took her clothes off for the camera. Sure she loved to dress up and wear revealing clothes; she knew she had the body for it. But sometimes it was nice to forget about all she'd done in the past to get where she was today. God knows she'd tried hard enough to forget all the things she'd done while at Vince Mcmahon's side. There had been enough during that time to give her lifelong nightmares.
As she walked along the corridor, more people stopped to congratulate her. She paused with each person, exchanging handshakes and high-fives. She felt like truly part of the team for once. Before she'd been a mere valet, someone who was just there. But now, she was a wrestler, part of team. Someone to depend on and someone you could rely on. She liked that
"Excuse me coming through"
Trish suddenly found herself knocked hard to the side. Annoyed she looked up to see Matt Hardy dashing down the corridor, his hair flying wildly behind him.
"Why's he in such a rush?" she thought to herself moodily as she picked herself up
Then she remembered. Jeff had nearly killed himself in the Steel Cage Match to unify the tag team championships. He'd Swanton Bombed off the top of the cage and has crashed right through the table set up in the middle of the ring which did have D-Von Dudley on before he moved out of the way. Jeff had had to be stretchered out with Matt and Lita following after. There had been silence backstage. Trish had been getting ready for her match and had only briefly seen the stretcher pass by. She hadn't seen Jeff just the back of the stretcher as it disappeared quickly down the hall. Lita had reappeared looking ashen in her face but pumped up for the match. She'd reassured Jacqueline and Trish that she was ok to compete, saying that it wasn't fair for there to be only two WWE divas in the match against three Alliance divas. And she'd done it, looking like nothing was wrong.
Trish frowned; she wondered how Jeff was doing? There'd been no word so far but she knew he must be injured from a fall that dynamic. Spying a medic she recognised from her rehab talking to the head of crew, she walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled.
"Trish, what can I do for you?" he asked warmly
"I was just wondering how Jeff was doing?" she asked tentatively
"Well he's just having x-rays at the moment, no concussions, he was knocked right out cold of course but at the moment, just a few cuts and maybe some broken bones" Jim sighed "you know Jeff, he's tough"
"Yeah, he is" Trish agreed "thanks Jim"
She moved on, her mind buzzing. Jeff meant a lot to her. He'd always been sweet to her, at first he hadn't but then she had interfered in his matches to try to get her team of T&A to win. Then he didn't speak to her, Lita hated her on sight and Matt didn't even look at her. But after she'd begun to work out in the ring, he'd begun to speak to her again. Then there'd been the kiss. She smiled as thought about it. It was at the time of the Invasion, he'd rescued her from the Big Show who'd been mad that he and she had lost to Matt and Lita and Jeff had flown off the top rope and dropkicked Show, giving Trish a chance to escape. Then she'd begun viewing him differently. He was attentive and friendly and didn't hold her past against her. He treated her like a lady and not easy trash like some of the talent did. So one Raw, she'd gone into the ring and kissed him full on the lips. Jeff hadn't resisted but Lita and Matt didn't trust her at all. That was until Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson decided to try it on with the Hardy brothers and Trish and Lita beat the WCW women at Invasion. Then things had been better until Trish got injured with a broken bone in her ankle.
But she still liked him. Everyone thought she was a tramp who moved from man to man, who used them for her own means. Ok the last part was true but that wasn't the point. She liked Jeff, she really did. But she couldn't tell him that now, it wasn't the right time. Matt and Lita had to look after him and deal with losing the match. Maybe he'd find out. He was always pretty instinctive and could see beneath the surface. Maybe he'd see through her. The truth was, she missed him. She hadn't got to see him much since she'd come back because Lita was so protective of him and still didn't fully trust Trish. Trish smiled determinedly, patting her belt as she walked. She was a Women's Champion now, someone to be respected. Maybe that would give her some leeway with Lita and she'd finally be able to finish what she started with Jeff.
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Trish is now a four time Women's Champion and a respected ring worker. She's made massive improvements since her debut in 2000 as a shapely valet and is not longer just eye candy. She's fought with men, in hardcore matches and been put through table. She's been Internet Babe of the Year twice in a row and been voted Diva of the Decade. She's become the ultimate diva.
TRISH STRATUS; MISSING YOU
Finally it had happened. All the pain, the boredom and frustration of rehab had come into fruition. She stood there, unable to move as she took in the belt in her hands. She was women's champion. People had thought that she couldn't do it. She hadn't been a wrestler when she'd been hired. She'd been pure eye candy, the type that sauntered around the ring that the men in the audience cat-called to. Now she was the champion, she was on top. That was definite Stratusfaction.
She raised the title above her head, letting the tears flow freely from her eyes. She'd won the Women's Championship against the best five women wrestling had to offer; Lita, Jacqueline, Ivory, Molly and Jazz. But she, Trish Stratus, was the one standing tall at the end. Quickly, she dropped to the canvas and rolled out of the ring, title clutched to her chest. She looked down at it. It was her's. She couldn't believe it. She'd worked hard behind the scenes to get it.
After she'd injured her ankle and had a lot of time to review the product, she knew that the step forward was wrestling. So she'd got in contact with the road agents and after she was cleared for ring training, she began working hard to get in ring shape. Soon it all slotted into place. She began to work out what she could do and what she couldn't do. High flying she couldn't do but more ground based she could. The bulldog seemed to be the move she could do most effectively. Soon she'd modified it so that she could grab her opponent into a headlock and then springboard off the top rope, spin around and hit the mat, taking her opponent with her. Like she'd done tonight to Ivory. The uptight bitch hadn't known what had hit her. It made Trish feel good to know that it was Ivory she'd pinned, Ivory who'd talked so much trash to her when she'd been such a buttoned-up prude as part of Right To Censor. Now it was Trish who was on top.
Hard work was what it all came down to. People had thought that she couldn't be anything more than ringside eye candy, sauntering around in knee high boots and cowboy hats. But she'd proved them all wrong. She was the women's champion. Trish smiled as she strapped the belt around her waist. It was her's. And what was more important was that no matter if the Alliance won, she would still have a job because she had a belt. But the Alliance wouldn't win, Trish reprimanded herself, the WWE would come out on top. She knew they would, they had the best most dedicated loyal athletes in the world working for Vince Mcmahon, people who wanted to prove that they were the best. That's exactly what they were; the best.
As she rounded a corner, a large hand clapped on her shoulder. Turning round, she found herself face to face with Bradshaw. He was grinning at her; a beer can in hand
"Just wanted to let you know that you did good Trish" he announced "you got us another victory and another belt"
"Thanks Bradshaw" Trish said with a grin "I'm kinda glad myself"
"And anytime you want to play poker with us then you're more than welcome, hell we'll even let you have a beer!" he added
Trish laughed and winked at Bradshaw, thinking about the poker games she'd been involved with before with the APA. That was back when she'd been managing T&A and the games had mostly involved T&A losing and Trish taking off her clothes. She could tell from the way Bradshaw was looking her up and down he was thinking about asking for an encore. The fact that all she was wearing was bright pink hot pants and a black low-cut top probably helped.
"Maybe, I'll see you later" she said quickly and hurried off before he could say anything.
She liked Bradshaw a lot, he was a lot of fun and usually always there when you needed him (and sometimes when you didn't). But she'd got past that stage in her career where she took her clothes off for the camera. Sure she loved to dress up and wear revealing clothes; she knew she had the body for it. But sometimes it was nice to forget about all she'd done in the past to get where she was today. God knows she'd tried hard enough to forget all the things she'd done while at Vince Mcmahon's side. There had been enough during that time to give her lifelong nightmares.
As she walked along the corridor, more people stopped to congratulate her. She paused with each person, exchanging handshakes and high-fives. She felt like truly part of the team for once. Before she'd been a mere valet, someone who was just there. But now, she was a wrestler, part of team. Someone to depend on and someone you could rely on. She liked that
"Excuse me coming through"
Trish suddenly found herself knocked hard to the side. Annoyed she looked up to see Matt Hardy dashing down the corridor, his hair flying wildly behind him.
"Why's he in such a rush?" she thought to herself moodily as she picked herself up
Then she remembered. Jeff had nearly killed himself in the Steel Cage Match to unify the tag team championships. He'd Swanton Bombed off the top of the cage and has crashed right through the table set up in the middle of the ring which did have D-Von Dudley on before he moved out of the way. Jeff had had to be stretchered out with Matt and Lita following after. There had been silence backstage. Trish had been getting ready for her match and had only briefly seen the stretcher pass by. She hadn't seen Jeff just the back of the stretcher as it disappeared quickly down the hall. Lita had reappeared looking ashen in her face but pumped up for the match. She'd reassured Jacqueline and Trish that she was ok to compete, saying that it wasn't fair for there to be only two WWE divas in the match against three Alliance divas. And she'd done it, looking like nothing was wrong.
Trish frowned; she wondered how Jeff was doing? There'd been no word so far but she knew he must be injured from a fall that dynamic. Spying a medic she recognised from her rehab talking to the head of crew, she walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around and smiled.
"Trish, what can I do for you?" he asked warmly
"I was just wondering how Jeff was doing?" she asked tentatively
"Well he's just having x-rays at the moment, no concussions, he was knocked right out cold of course but at the moment, just a few cuts and maybe some broken bones" Jim sighed "you know Jeff, he's tough"
"Yeah, he is" Trish agreed "thanks Jim"
She moved on, her mind buzzing. Jeff meant a lot to her. He'd always been sweet to her, at first he hadn't but then she had interfered in his matches to try to get her team of T&A to win. Then he didn't speak to her, Lita hated her on sight and Matt didn't even look at her. But after she'd begun to work out in the ring, he'd begun to speak to her again. Then there'd been the kiss. She smiled as thought about it. It was at the time of the Invasion, he'd rescued her from the Big Show who'd been mad that he and she had lost to Matt and Lita and Jeff had flown off the top rope and dropkicked Show, giving Trish a chance to escape. Then she'd begun viewing him differently. He was attentive and friendly and didn't hold her past against her. He treated her like a lady and not easy trash like some of the talent did. So one Raw, she'd gone into the ring and kissed him full on the lips. Jeff hadn't resisted but Lita and Matt didn't trust her at all. That was until Stacy Keibler and Torrie Wilson decided to try it on with the Hardy brothers and Trish and Lita beat the WCW women at Invasion. Then things had been better until Trish got injured with a broken bone in her ankle.
But she still liked him. Everyone thought she was a tramp who moved from man to man, who used them for her own means. Ok the last part was true but that wasn't the point. She liked Jeff, she really did. But she couldn't tell him that now, it wasn't the right time. Matt and Lita had to look after him and deal with losing the match. Maybe he'd find out. He was always pretty instinctive and could see beneath the surface. Maybe he'd see through her. The truth was, she missed him. She hadn't got to see him much since she'd come back because Lita was so protective of him and still didn't fully trust Trish. Trish smiled determinedly, patting her belt as she walked. She was a Women's Champion now, someone to be respected. Maybe that would give her some leeway with Lita and she'd finally be able to finish what she started with Jeff.
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Trish is now a four time Women's Champion and a respected ring worker. She's made massive improvements since her debut in 2000 as a shapely valet and is not longer just eye candy. She's fought with men, in hardcore matches and been put through table. She's been Internet Babe of the Year twice in a row and been voted Diva of the Decade. She's become the ultimate diva.
