K i m × T r i s h || S e d u c t i v e D u o

§cene Øne

¤Location¤ Backstage, Pepsi Center Albany NY.
¤Date | Time¤ Sunday, July 27th 10:36
¤Status¤ Off Camera

After being hit on the head..for the second time in two weeks by Gail Kim, Trish has finally had enough. Trish is sitting backstage in the trainers room getting checked on, after getting beamed in the head with the womens title belt. She laughs a little as the trainer holds a little flash light up to her eyes seeing if her pupils retract.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Well I'lll tell you one thing...she has a lot of guts to do it again..she must be forgetting the fact that..i'm the one who's facing her at Summerslam for her little title...let's see how she likes what i'm going to do to her."

As Trish chuckles, the door opens Trish glances over to see none other then the game HHH standing in the doorway, she smirks as the trainer looks in her other eye with the flash light.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Well look who it is..if it isn't the sewer rat killer himself... haha."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "If that was a crack at the nose, blondie, expect me and my little friend here to be takin' a crack at your boyfriend's head.

Trips takes his hand from behind his back and reveals his best friend in the whole world .. His sledgehammer. Trish laughs.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° " No now who you calling blondie...blondie?"

She smirks as the trainer looks a little bit worried, looking at the sledgehammer.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Hey tubby, why the hell did Paulie let you be a trainer, ah? By the looks of it, it's YOU that needs the trainer. Now stop starin' at this thing before I make it a thermometer, and get to steppin'. Me and BLONDIE over here have some business to attend to."

Trips takes a step to the left and motions with the hand for the trainer to leave through the door Hunter's next to. The trainer leaves without hesitation, Trish rubs her forehead where a bump can be seen from the belt shot.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "By the way the whole killing the sewer rat thing...i'm glad someone finially beat down that little runt Syxx..."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Oh .. So that's what you were getting at, huh? In that case .. I apologize."

He drops the sledgehammer to the floor and takes a few steps towards Trish.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "I guess I assumed otherwise .. It isn't normal for a beautiful woman such as yourself to have something good to say to a guy that's kicked seven types of crap out of their boy toy in the past."

Trish smirks.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Ahuh...well...that was when he had umm..little Stephy riding his coat tails..i dont even know how the hell he and her got along..but then again i'm the one who helped to get him to where he is now. It all works out in the end huh? So how's the little wifey anyway?"

Trish pulls off one of her arm pads and tosses it on the table.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Ah .. So you're sayin' to me that at Fully Loaded 2000, when I was throwing everything at that bleached blonde head of his from monitors to sledgehammers that Steph was ridin' his tails? Would that explain why she was tryin' to get a couple swings in on his sorry ass to begin with? And as far as the tramp goes .. Screw her, she's of no importance to me."

Trish chuckles as she tosses her other armpad onto the table.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Haha have times changed that much..what happened to the couple of the year now hm?"

She hops off of the table and stands in front of Trips.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "It was more less a foursome. Me, her and a pair of imported breasts. We're actually filing for divorce ya know .. I get the house, she gets the silicone."

Trish cracks up laughing.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Oh boy... ah well she deserves all that she gets, she is a Mcmahon of course...ya know i hear she's gonna try and come over here to smackdown and wrestle with us divas."

Trish shakes her head slightly.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "The suprises she would have instore for herself huh?"

Trips lets out a chuckle and brushes his hair back with his right hand.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "In my opinion, you'd make Steph scream in that ring about as much as I did in bed."

Trish nods agreeing

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Wait wait...what happened to the...great wide open? Oh yea i remember that one."

She giggles.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "How do ya think it got so wide to begin with? And it was the grand canyon for the record .. Not even this 747 could compare with time."

Trish laughs shaking her head.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "747 huh?"

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "What, you don't believe me?"

Trish throws her hands up, then puts them on her hips.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Oh yea sure i do..."

She smirks once more.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Care to learn from experience?"

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Ohhh no no no that's quite alright..i'm good...what haveyou been doing with your time off hm? Besides giving good ol' Steph the boot?

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Well .. This nut by the name of Brad Delottinville kept calling my house number .. Kept asking something about a pair of dumbells and Gary Coleman getting me in to shape .. That and keeping a hawk-eyed watch on my new home, of course."

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Ohh good Old Brad..i fired him, he was my limo driver but he's very careless and reckless..."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Hah .. Damn limo drivers. I usually ride solo, well except for back in the day when me and Ric were still a package .. Crazy sonnovabitch got hopped up on ginseng and booz .. Next thing I know he's in nothing but a pair of boxers and a limo driver cap, driving the Escalade at 90 miles an hour on the freeway."

Trish laughs, putting her hand over her mouth.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "You guys seemed to have had lots of fun when you two were partners huh?"

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Indeed we did, Patricia. Indeed we did. Unfortunately the shit hit the fan when that damn steroid-abusing SOB Brock Lesnar found some kind of legal claus and screwed me up the ass of ever hangin' with that crazy old man again."

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Ah screw Lesnor..that kid pisses me off ."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Agreed. Honest to god, if that kid wants to be somewhere he's wanted, I reccomend he should haul ass back to Minnesota's local high school gym .. This place, it's a shark pit. It's not like the high school's "future" of wrestlers .. the pimply faced pocket-protector wearing pieces of trash .. Of course they got the crap kicked out of 'em by Brock .. Hell, even that Brad kid could beat their asses.."

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Yea true true..hey, can i ask you something?"

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° ".. Shoot."

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "What would be a good way to get Gail Kim back..i mean the bitch hit me in the head two different times in one week..could i borrow your little friend there? Heh heh..."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Whoa .. NO ONE touches the sledge besides ME. However if you'd like me to arrange a special appointment with her .. I'd be more than happy."

Trish raises her eyebrows curiously.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "You'd do that..?"

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Surprisingly enough .. It's not in my nature to dissapoint someone as lovely as yourself. Even though you're with the Ayatolla of Coca Cola or whatever the hell he says .. I'd help ya out."

Trish stares at him blankly then does a fake laugh.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Coca Cola..you know thats almost as funny as Vampiro saying Toilet Bowla. But it was just making me think that you'd want something in return.. but if thats the case then you got yourself a deal..."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "What, you're WILLING to give me somethin' in return?"

Trish nods.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Well it depends on what it is..i mean i am a busniess women too..i got negotiation skills to boot..we could work something out you know? It would mean a lot to me if you could um..put Gail back in her place, ya know i would do it myself but she's in the nWo's corner and well you know that story..."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° ".. Yeah, yeah I do. However no .. I don't want something in return. I'm simply doin' you a favor."

Trish smiles.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Awww see there is a nice guy deep down there somewhere, but if you do ever need anything you know i'll always be glad to lend a hand too?"

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° ".. Thanks .. But I do things myself. People "lending a hand" is usually nothing but one more ass for me to watch out for. I've been screwed over and betrayed one too many times .. Therefore .. I'm a loner, and that's how it's stayin'. This Wolfpac deal .. As far as I'm concerned I'm here for the ride. Aside from that, my business is my business .. I didn't return to this business to watch someone's back, and it's that simple."

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "I totally understand..i've had things like that happen to me so i get what you're saying..I mean Stacy and Tylene both did that to me..so i say screw em both.."

Trish shrugs slightly

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Screw 'em to hell .. Screw both of 'em .. Screw 'em worse than I screwed Steph on a hot Saturday night - I mean, yeah, screw 'em ..

Trish nods, she then blinks looking up at the ceiling, then looking back at Trips.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Umm yea something like that."

She laughs before looking out the door seeing Kim Kanner standing there with their bags. Trish waves to her, as Kim gives her an "is everything okay?" Trish gives her a thumbs up. Kim goes past the door leaning against the wall.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Ah well, Kim's ready to go so i must be off too..good running into you again old buddy."

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "as always .. by the way, Trish? Remember a few years ago back in Vinnie Mac's old joint .. WWF .. On that episode of Raw when we were teaming, and Rocky got us in that position in the center of the ring?"

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Yea?"

Trips nods his head up and down laughing and starts talking in the Butthead accent.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "HaH, that was cool."

Trish laughs and puts her hand on his arm squeezing it lightly

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "I'll see you later..good to have ya back on Smackdown..."

She starts to walk past Trips, towards the door.

°·.:¤¨Triple H¨¤:.·° "Thanks, Trish .. Good to be here. Tell Jeric-HO I said hey."

Trish turns around looking back in the room smirking.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "I will do...see ya later.."

Trish bends down picking up her two bags that are resting at Kim's feet.

°·.:¤¨Kim Kanner¨¤:.·° "What was that all about?"

Trish smirks again, putting one strap on her left and the other strap over her right, crisscrossing them.

°·.:¤¨Trish Stratus¨¤:.·° "Just talking business with an old friend.. you know? Planning stuff..."

Trish smiles acting like a 'good girl'. Kim looks over at her, raising her eyebrows.

°·.:¤¨Kim Kanner¨¤:.·° "Alrighty then.."

Trish and Kim walk down the hall carrying their bags and talking over a few things. They're met by a small group a fans who've been waiting outside to get a look at some wMe superstars. They stop and sign a few autographs to the few that come up to them. They then get into their car about 20 minutes later and head to the hotel for the night.

§cene Twø

¤Location¤ Lower Manhatten, Cemetery
¤Date | Time¤ Monday, July 28th 6:00am
¤Status¤ Off Camera

The scene opens on a rather gloomy day in Lower Manhatten, a strong wind blowin through the city streets as a light rain begins to fall. Kim stands infront of an ironclad gate, her hands dug deep into her black trenchcoat pockets. Her hair whips around in the wind as she pulls open the rustin gate with a creak, glancin back at Trish in her car with Kim's neice, Ali in the backseat. The gate closes behind her with a clatter, the chains rattlin against the iron. Kim slowly begins walkin through the old cemetary, admirin the many beautiful statues. She then pauses infront of a particular one and stares up at it. A man holdin a child upon his shoulders.. St. Christopher.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Childern...you know..they're a part of the HUGE population of wrestling fans around the globe...what they see on t.v...is always right? What makes us always right? The fact they hold us on a pedistal..praise us for being who we are..their heros and heroins..what some people do sometimes reflects on the entire wrestling community. You know the myth where people thought all wrestler's were dumb hicks...no schooling...well people are starting to see differnt with that, aren't they? These backyard wrestlers...copy what we do in the ring..each and everyday...why we inspire them to do so..whats to keep a child from setting fire to a church with worshippers in the building? Or beat some old women walking home from chruch, or a preist? Think about it..they'll think what Kat and Syxx is doing is right? No it's all wrong..when childern are young they don't know any better...we're the ones who have to set things straight, show them how to be when they're older. Be a guiding light..that's our job..your belieifs are your own..but when it comes to trying to ruin someone's belifes because you think it's wrong...it's damn wrong in my eyes and to a lot of the people in the back locker rooms."

She smiles slightly then moves on down the now muddy path, passin many statues created in the image of the Virgin Mary and of Christ then cuts through onto the grass, lookin as tho she's searchin for a certain headstone in particular. Kim suddenly stops infront a white marble tombstone. She kneels down and brushes away a few stray dead leaves and pulls out overgrown weeds from around the headstone, revealin the name on the marble to be that of her own. Kanner. Kim then gets to her feet again, lookin down at the small photo embeddin into the white marble as she begins to speak.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Hi Dad.. it's been awhile. I know i've kinda slacked off on comin to see you lately but i thought since i was in the neighborhood.. what better then to come by today.. I apoligize for stayin away so long.. you're passin was never easy for me.. not really easy for anyone, but now after almost three years.. i've um, accepted the fact that you're no longer here and i only hope you're happy wherever it is you may be. The other reason i wanted to come see you Dad was cause, well you probably know by now that i've become a wrestler of wMe and i got this match comin up soon. You know i always went to you for advice and i guess i thought maybe you could help me out once more.. ya know, for old times sake.."

Kim bites her lip, starin down, diggin her heels into the mud.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Well.. if you're wonderin, it's a six women tag match. I think i got great partners goin into this duel.. Daffney is one tough chick who doesn't put up with any bull but then again neither do i so in that respect we fit well together. And Trish is my best friend, i'd trust her with my life. Not only does she know her way around in the ring but she's had the taste of gold and i get the feelin she'll be gettin it again come SummerSlam. It's just i've faced these two women three times and i've lost everytime..along with the tag titles last time, but this time around they're taggin with Miss Gail Kim.. the one who decided to screw Trish and myself outta our one match before.. i'm sick and tired of it. Sometimes it gets so fustratin Dad when no one takes you seriously, the talkin behind your back, the name callin.. .altho i'm sure you know what that feels like.. but you put up with it and got through it, you never quit. I think you instilled that moral in me forever. I never quit.. no matter how rough and hard it gets. I put up with alotta shit.. but i take it all in stride because i still believe my time will come just as yours did for you."

She brushes back a few strands of hair outta her face, continuin.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "I guess what i'm tryin to get at is.. i want you to give me the strength i need to win. Guide me through it. I need this win Dad, not just so my number can change on my record of wins but i wanna win for myself so i feel i'm worth it.."

Kim pulls her one hand outta her pocket, her fingers immediately findin the silver bracelet around her wrist given to her by Scotty. She smiles to herself.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "There's only one other person who really believes in me as much as you did Dad, his name's Scotty. I think it's becomin clearer to me everyday how lucky i am to have him in my life. I know we've only been datin a short while, a few months at the most but i feel somewhat different with him opposed from my past loves. He always has faith in me, in everythin i do. I always have that to go from when i get into that ring. Trish gives me pep talks as well but half the time i don't think any of it actually set in yet.. in one ear and out the other, ya know how i get when i'm mad, Dad."

She chuckles a lil softly.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "I just need you to let me know that everythin's gonna be ok, some sorta sign.. that i have it in me to be the winner you always believed me to be."

All to suddenly Kim feels a hand touch her shoulder gently, only turnin to see no one there behind her. She smiles, lookin up towards the sky as the clouds begin to part and a few rays of sun beam down on her face.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Thanks. I love you, Daddy."

She then opens her trenchcoat, carefully pullin out a single red rose and kneels down, kissin the petal before placin it down then stares at the engravin a few moments before kissin her fingers softly and pressin them against the cold marble. Kim then gets to her feet, slidin her hands back into her pockets as she slowly makes her way back to the front gate. Once there, Kim climbs back into the car with a soft sigh as Trish looks over at her.

·¤¬ 'Queèn of the Wørld' Trïsh §tråtus¬¤· "You okay?"

Trish smiles a little, she then glances back at Ali who's making airplace noises.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Yea, i'm fine. So Ali.. you ready to take a trip up to your Aunt Trishy's house?"

·¤¬ Alïciå ¬¤· "Yay Aunt Tooshy!!"

Trish laughs.

·¤¬ 'Queèn of the Wørld' Trïsh §tråtus¬¤· " I still can't get over that.. even tho she's been calling me that for how long?"

She laughs again as she puts the car in gear, they pull away from the cemetary gate.

·¤¬ 'The Itãlian ßeaùty' Kïm Kånnèr ¬¤· "Ohh bout three years now.. ain't that right toots?"

Kim looks back at Alicia in her car seat, smilin as Ali smiles back shyly and giggles, pullin her dolly closer to her face. The trio drives on as the early morning sun shines down

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