Hey Everyone! I hope you enjoy this story! This is my first attempt on
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A Little Background: This story takes place a little while after Stone Cold is removed from the WWE. Bischoff is in supreme control mode again and doing whatever he feels like. The story will focus for the most part around Evolution and Trish Stratus. It should be noted that the Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho storyline has been removed (not because I don't LOVE that storyline, because I do, but because I didn't think it fit in well with what I was writing!) It should also be noted that this story does not run along with weekly RAW storylines, so don't look too hard for familiar feuds and storylines with Evolution and Trish. Hope you enjoy and hope I didn't give too much away!!
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HAVOC
Chapter 1
"Ladies and gentleman, your new Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!" Lillian announced as a smiling blonde slowly stood from where she had just pinned the former Woman's Champion Molly Holly. A cheering crowd greeted her as the referee raised her arm.
"Congratulations, Trish! You deserved it!" Lillian whispered into Trish's ear giving the blonde a pat on the back.
"Thanks, Lillian." Trish began to smile even harder as she raised her newly claimed belt above her head making sure to get Molly's attention from where Molly was still trying to collect herself on the mat. Trish quickly turned away holding her belt up to the rest of the arena, more cheers escalating from the crowd.
"That's my belt!" An obviously upset Molly finally yelled as she rose from the mat and ran at the blonde. Trish quickly turned around swiping Molly across the face with her belt. Even larger cheers soon surfaced from the crowd as they saw the Ex-Woman's Champion lying face down on the mat knocked out cold. Trish raised her belt once more for the crowd before quickly slipping herself from the ring.
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"Trish!" the blonde heard a familiar voice scream as she appeared from behind the curtain. Before she had a chance to respond, a redheaded flash came and wrapped her into a hug, "I'm so excited for you!"
Trish looked to find her friend hugging her, "Thanks, Lita! ME TOO!!" Trish giggled returning the hug. The two soon parted, huge smiles spread across both their faces.
"You know what this calls for? Drinks! Tonight, me and you we're going to go out celebrating your victory!" Lita announced pointing to the belt in her friend's hands.
"That sounds perfect, why don't I go get showered up and meet you out back! Give me fifteen minutes."
"Perfect! See you in a bit!" Lita replied giving Trish a quick hug and walking towards the other side of the arena.
Before walking to the back, Trish noticed two pairs of eyes staring at her from across the room. HHH and Randy Orton began to smirk as they noticed that the blonde had finally acknowledged their presence. Unsure of why half of evolution was staring at her and not wanting to find out the reason behind it, Trish quickly distanced herself from the backstage and headed towards the Diva's dressing room. She opened the door to the room to find no one there. It was quite unusual---it being so vacant and all, it was never without at least one other person. Ignoring that fact, Trish walked over towards the shower area. She quickly stripped out of her sweaty clothes, a pile of black and blue covering the ground and then slipped into the shower.
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"Much better," Trish mumbled to herself as she stepped out of the shower. She ran her hands through her wet hair before wrapping herself in her favorite white and pink flowered towel. She flipped her head over running her hands once more through her hair in an attempt to get some of the moisture out. A few seconds later, Trish walked over to her bag in the other room and began shuffling through it for her black pants and silver halter top. She was just about to remove her towel and change when she heard a startling noise behind her. The young Canadian quickly turned her attention toward the sound; a barely audible 'Mr. Bischoff' escaped Trish's lips as she noticed a man in the dressing room.
"I've gotta say white is a great color on you, Trish." Eric Bischoff said with a smirk referring to the towel, which was barely covering her up. Trish shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably as she could feel his eyes looking her over.
"Mr. Bischoff, what are you doing in here?" the nervous blonde questioned as she adjusted her towel in an attempt to make sure the towel would not end up revealing anything to her boss she did not wish to reveal.
"Well, Trish, we need to discuss some business."
A Little Background: This story takes place a little while after Stone Cold is removed from the WWE. Bischoff is in supreme control mode again and doing whatever he feels like. The story will focus for the most part around Evolution and Trish Stratus. It should be noted that the Trish Stratus and Chris Jericho storyline has been removed (not because I don't LOVE that storyline, because I do, but because I didn't think it fit in well with what I was writing!) It should also be noted that this story does not run along with weekly RAW storylines, so don't look too hard for familiar feuds and storylines with Evolution and Trish. Hope you enjoy and hope I didn't give too much away!!
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HAVOC
Chapter 1
"Ladies and gentleman, your new Women's Champion, Trish Stratus!" Lillian announced as a smiling blonde slowly stood from where she had just pinned the former Woman's Champion Molly Holly. A cheering crowd greeted her as the referee raised her arm.
"Congratulations, Trish! You deserved it!" Lillian whispered into Trish's ear giving the blonde a pat on the back.
"Thanks, Lillian." Trish began to smile even harder as she raised her newly claimed belt above her head making sure to get Molly's attention from where Molly was still trying to collect herself on the mat. Trish quickly turned away holding her belt up to the rest of the arena, more cheers escalating from the crowd.
"That's my belt!" An obviously upset Molly finally yelled as she rose from the mat and ran at the blonde. Trish quickly turned around swiping Molly across the face with her belt. Even larger cheers soon surfaced from the crowd as they saw the Ex-Woman's Champion lying face down on the mat knocked out cold. Trish raised her belt once more for the crowd before quickly slipping herself from the ring.
--
"Trish!" the blonde heard a familiar voice scream as she appeared from behind the curtain. Before she had a chance to respond, a redheaded flash came and wrapped her into a hug, "I'm so excited for you!"
Trish looked to find her friend hugging her, "Thanks, Lita! ME TOO!!" Trish giggled returning the hug. The two soon parted, huge smiles spread across both their faces.
"You know what this calls for? Drinks! Tonight, me and you we're going to go out celebrating your victory!" Lita announced pointing to the belt in her friend's hands.
"That sounds perfect, why don't I go get showered up and meet you out back! Give me fifteen minutes."
"Perfect! See you in a bit!" Lita replied giving Trish a quick hug and walking towards the other side of the arena.
Before walking to the back, Trish noticed two pairs of eyes staring at her from across the room. HHH and Randy Orton began to smirk as they noticed that the blonde had finally acknowledged their presence. Unsure of why half of evolution was staring at her and not wanting to find out the reason behind it, Trish quickly distanced herself from the backstage and headed towards the Diva's dressing room. She opened the door to the room to find no one there. It was quite unusual---it being so vacant and all, it was never without at least one other person. Ignoring that fact, Trish walked over towards the shower area. She quickly stripped out of her sweaty clothes, a pile of black and blue covering the ground and then slipped into the shower.
--
"Much better," Trish mumbled to herself as she stepped out of the shower. She ran her hands through her wet hair before wrapping herself in her favorite white and pink flowered towel. She flipped her head over running her hands once more through her hair in an attempt to get some of the moisture out. A few seconds later, Trish walked over to her bag in the other room and began shuffling through it for her black pants and silver halter top. She was just about to remove her towel and change when she heard a startling noise behind her. The young Canadian quickly turned her attention toward the sound; a barely audible 'Mr. Bischoff' escaped Trish's lips as she noticed a man in the dressing room.
"I've gotta say white is a great color on you, Trish." Eric Bischoff said with a smirk referring to the towel, which was barely covering her up. Trish shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably as she could feel his eyes looking her over.
"Mr. Bischoff, what are you doing in here?" the nervous blonde questioned as she adjusted her towel in an attempt to make sure the towel would not end up revealing anything to her boss she did not wish to reveal.
"Well, Trish, we need to discuss some business."
