Chapter 3

"You made the right decision," a beautiful blonde began repeating to herself as she walked down a vacant hallway. The heels of her black high- heeled boots could be heard tapping as she walked. She let out an uncomfortable sigh; the stadium had not felt so large or lonely the night before. The stadium's back hallways were dimly lit and there was not a single soul to be found. The blonde began to walk faster as she noticed a light peering out the bottom of a door at the end of the hall. Stopping before the door, she let out a little sigh in an attempt to collect and compose herself.

"Mr. Bischoff? Mr. Bischoff, it's Trish." The blonde announced tapping on the door that lay before her. She jumped as she received a response from inside the room, "Trish, great! Come on it!." Trish let out another sigh as she slowly let herself into the room.

"Hello, Mr. Bischoff," The Canadian greeted with a forced smile.

"You're right on time, perfect! Why don't you have a seat, Trish," Eric offered with another of his smirks. She nodded as she took a seat and then began to squirm uncomfortably as she noticed him looking her over. His eyes stopped when they made it to the purple top, "Yah know, Trish, I think white is a better color on you."

"White, I'll keep that in mind, thank you, Mr. Bischoff," the blonde replied giving him another forced smile. She bit her lip before changing the subject, "Listen Mr. Bischoff, I've made my decision."

"Great! That is great! Do you want something to drink?"

"No, no thank you. Mr. Bischoff."

"Are you sure?" Eric asked interrupting Trish and walking over and pouring himself a small glass. Not waiting for a response, Bischoff turned taking a sip of his drink, and returned to his desk.

"Positive. Mr. Bischoff, as I was."

"Something to eat then?" Eric questioned opening a box full of what Trish believed to be spaghetti and salad. Trish raised a hand to her temple massaging it and then bit her lip.

"No, no thank you. Mr. Bischoff, aren't we here to talk about my decision, not eat or drink?" Trish questioned raising an eyebrow. She was really hoping this would not take too long. The sooner she got this over with, the better. Eric looked up as he was about to take a bite of some garlic bread.

"Yes, you're right, Trish, lets get down to business," Eric smiled as he sat down in his chair behind his desk. He pushed his box of food out of the way and then turned his attention towards Trish. "So, your decision?"

"Well, Mr. Bischoff, I'm sure you know my decision." Trish began watching Bischoff's expression. Waiting a second and seeing no change in his appearance she continued, "I love my job and I've decided to keep it."

Bischoff breathed out a heavy sigh and slightly glared at Trish. He waited a second before nodding and asking, "You do understand the consequences of this, right? Trish, if you choose this, you are now a member of Evolution. You will be working with them, doing everything they do. They will own you!" Bischoff waited for a reaction and then continued, "Where they go, you go! When they go out in this ring you will be alongside them or even in the ring with them."

"I understand and I can handle myself, thank you, Mr. Bischoff! And if that is all, I'll see you at RAW on Monday night!" Trish replied rising from her chair. With one last forced smile, she left the room shutting the door behind her.

"It's going to be harder to get rid of you then I thought. Oh, well, I have more important things to worry about right now, I'll just have to let Evolution take care of you for the moment," Bischoff said to himself. He brought his drink to his lips and then stopped. Bischoff looked up at the door that Trish had just left through before repeating, "For the moment."