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¤Location¤ Backstage, Pepsi Center Albany NY.
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.
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