THE STRATUSPHERE
*"Stratusfaction" plays throughout the arena as Trish Stratus comes out from behind the curtain. She stands on the top of the ramp in her typical hat, long black trenchcoat, and black mini skirt. She puts her hands on her hips and looks around the arena. Many of the guys are cheering for her. She makes her way down the rampway and slowly climbs into the ring. She requests a microphone and Howard Finkel is quick to give her one. The music dies down and she stands in the middle of the ring and raises the microphone to her lips.*
Trish Stratus: Stacy, Stacy, Stacy. You must think you pulled one over on me, catching me off guard that night and beating me for my title right after I had won it. You knew I wouldn't back down away from a challenge from the likes of you. You waited until I had already gone through one match and was in a more weekened state. That's pretty bad if that is how you have to get your wins and your titles. Maybe you ought to grow up. This time when we get in the ring, there is no catching me off guard with some cheap little challenge. You would know about being cheap wouldn't you now miss Keibler? And speaking of Keibler you have been looking like you have been endulging yourself in a few extra Keebler's pies haven't you? Maybe getting a little bit on the pudgy side, from miss legs? It is possible that if you didn't put so much attention into your legs and butt or lack there of you might be able to put some brains into the match and actually go out there to fight. Flaunting what you have doesn't earn you victories, wrestling does. After all that is what this business is all about. I don't have to flaunt it, I know what I have, and I know what everyone likes, but contrary to your popular belief that can't earn you a victory. I am tired of that women's championship being treated like it is nothing more than tin on leather. it is supposed to be for the best in the business, and honey that sure isn't you, so who you had to be with and what you had to do with them to get them to sign that match you had before, I don't know, but this time I am going to be sure to teach you a lesson inside the stratusphere. No girl, there are no more playing your little games here, when you get in this ring I won't feel bad about heh, making you break a nail or two, gee I hope you don't have to cry about it. Or you could stick to sitting on your butt and washing your hair telling everyone how great you think you are. So pathetic, such a disgrace to that championship. You here that Stacy, a championship, you seem to not know what one of those is, you have a belt, but have no idea what it takes to be a holder of a full championship. That is one of the lessons I intend on teaching you in the ring. One on One just the way I like it and for the second time now I will win my women's championship belt back and put it around my waist where it belongs, and where it shouldn't have left in the first place. I hope, no I really do hope that you have some saving back-up plan for yourself, because to be truthfull you are going to need it, to get the job done. There is no way you can go with Plan A and show off your legs hoping I would just fall over or something. Then again I may just fall over, in laughter at how sad you are. Who even put you in contention for this division, you would have better luck fighting the mini-superstars. Or you would do a great job sticking to the dark matches, keeping your annoying self off of Television. You are star struck, but you are no wrestler. Here just for T and A. Showing off for the guys, I mean can we say whore? You probably already know half of the guys in this audience personally already. Could be just a short amount of the long list of guys you have gone through. Which ones were the important ones that got you into the top of the business? Was it Shane that was so happy whatever trick it is you did to him to get you that last match? Enough of your over obcessive private life, you just need to remember who you are up against in this match. You are going against a woman that will stand tough, I will not be holding back what-so-ever on you just because you are still a little girl. I can not wait to throw you around this ring like the toothpick ragdoll you truly are. I will enjoy setting the example for what a real women's champion should be. When it is all over with I will be guaranteeing two things to all of my fans. Number one being that there will be one hundred percent stratusfaction guaranteed of course, and number two, I will be the reigning women's champion, and I will keep it that way. Stacy, put on your best lipstick, and no don't use your lips to kiss @$$ this time, use them to kiss your championship goodbye.
*Trish's music starts back up and Trish puts down the microphone. She smiles at the crowd then exits the ring. She walks back up the rampway and disappears behind the curtain. The music fades, and the fans stop cheering a couple of minutes later.*
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