S2 11.8 RAW Main Event Trish Stratus & The Mystery Woman

Trish is in the ring; she tightly grips the microphone in one hand while carrying the world title on her left shoulder. The world title means a lot to Trish. It signifies she’s the best in the industry. A little more than a decade ago she was taking on all challengers and defeating some of the best of the world. Mickie James, Melina, Torrie Wilson, and of course Lita. These days she’s finding herself in the ring with the likes of younger stars, Nikki Bella, Ariel, and of course “Torrie Wilson.” She couldn’t compete with them a year ago. She had lost a few steps when she faced off in a series of battles with Paige. Father Time never fails. She couldn’t compete with the current batch of young stars. She wasn’t physically capable anymore. Her insecurities didn’t show at the time last year. She hid them well.

She owes a lot to Ariel. Ariel put her back on top and if it wasn’t for her; she would’ve been an ‘old-timer’ trying to get back her golden years. Ariel made her youthful. Ariel single-handedly brought her back to prominence; back to being the best, because she carries the title. She has a funny way of showing her gratitude to one of her greatest rivals.

The screens in the Thunderdome are lit as the fans make noise for their fan-favorite.

JR: “Trish hasn’t been seen since Survivor Series, the grueling match with the Bellas took its toll on her. If Trish were a cat she definitely lost one of her nine lives by going to war with the Bellas at SS!”

“It’s good to be back on RAW!” She knows this always gets a big reaction from the crowds. But she’s also excited to be back. So she feels it’s only right their energies be insync. After all, she pinned both Bellas twice in the past two months, one of them was at Hell in a Cell. The crowd makes some more noise for her.

“But it looks like I found out I’m already booked for a match this Sunday against the Mystery Woman, for my Title!” Trish announces.

Trish is looking to address the Mystery Woman tonight. In the back of Trish’s mind, this match scheduled against the Mystery Woman was only a matter of time. At WrestleMania, a few short months back, she was looking into the eyes of Ariel’s sister, The Mystery Woman. Trish knew that she was going to come after her, after what she did to Ariel.

“I wanted to give a quick background on the The Mystery Woman. When I was under the influence of Ariel, one of my chores was to be giving foot massages to Ariel, Torrie Wilson, and Ariel’s sister, the Mystery Woman, her name is Dolce!… Dolce would come over to Ariel’s home every now and then and it was brought up last year too, she loved to see me down on my knees massaging her feet. She especially loved that oil all over her toes. She was brought up last year during an episode of RAW. It just so happens to be the same RAW I was giving foot massages to Margot Robbie.”

Trish looks to the faces in the audience reflecting for a moment. She’s thinking about her time in Ariel’s home last year. She refocuses and continues, “The Mystery Woman is Ariel’s sister, and her name is Dolce! When I was living with Ariel as her slave she would always come around. The Mystery Woman admired Ariel’s pet so much at the time, last year. She’s one of the people who I gave foot massages to when I was under Ariel’s rule. Dolce, I’m glad we have a match this Sunday. You’re someone who’s lived in your sister’s shadow. I know you always wished to have me. But at TLC, like your sister, I’m gonna knock you off your big wave you’re riding. I didn’t bury your sister at Mania, but I’m going to cover that wave your riding with dirt! I intend on bringing you back to shore and burying your ass in the sand!!!!!”

The crowd is rallying.

“Dolce, I know you want to avenge your sister. I know you’ve been on a role as of late. But there’s a reason why I’m champion! At TL-…”

Suddenly, a masked figure enters the ring from behind the buxom beauty. The mask looks like a mask the horror icon, Michael Myers would wear. The figure has blonde hair visibly escaping from the back of the odd ‘choice of mask.’ She’s carrying a weapon, an unforgiving steel chair. The crowd does it’s best to warn her of the imminent danger ahead.

The champion picks up on the danger and turns around dropping the microphone form her tight grip. Trish is completely taken back by the ominous stature. A feeling of confusion and fear prevents her from acting.

The intruder clocks the champion with no remorse. The steel chair connects to the top of her head, knocking her down instantaneously.

The crowd boos thunderously.

JR: “What the hell is this? The woman’s got a match this Sunday Damn it!”

The crowd is visibly upset with this turn of events.

The masked figure stands over the fallen victim. Sort of, reflecting on the damage she just caused. She stares down at the champion, whom she just spinelessly wrecked. She drops the chair to the floor. Staring creepily down at the damage done. The roar of the crowd is completely ignored. As she continues to stare down at her. She’s identifies quite well with the iconic mask.

Trish Stratus is laid out on her back in the middle of the ring.

Dolce, Carrie, and Anna head to the ring. The trio of hyenas approach the ring looking to pick at the scraps left over.

The mystery figure doesn’t visually acknowledge the incoming herd. Instead, she cowardly exits the ring. She jumps the barricade where the fans would be and exits the camera’s view.

The trio enter the ring with Dolce leading the way.

Anna sets up the chair in the middle of the ring. Carrie drags Trish to her feet just long enough so she shoves Trish onto the steel chair. So that she’s in a seated position.

It’s apparent, Dolce and company were aware of this ambush.

King: “Dolce knows about this ugly attack!”

Dolce pulls out some lipstick from her underwear and begins marking her own lips. She paints her lips a charcoal color, a fitting color for this dark turn of events.

Dolce is different in this unwarranted attack. She’s looks like an emotionless robot operating on command.

Everything Trish said was true. She’s always wanted Trish. She was indeed jealous of her sister, Ariel’s pet. Trish was a pet that she’s always wanted from Ariel. She would do almost anything to have her.

The challenger straddles the champion uncemoniously. She proceeds to tightly grab the champions signature golden locks so that she can get a good look at her. The crowd’s negative reaction doesn’t phase her. She speaks into the face of Trish whispering her tender voice, “Rising Amateurs Always Intimidate Falling Masters!”

The first instance of emotion is finally shown from Dolce. She looks like the comic-book character Venom, by the way her tongue grossly wriggles into the air. Joy and saliva as her mouth was wet with anticipation for this moment. Pure joy that she finally has this, ‘foot massager’ in her grasps. Nothing stopping her from her next moment.

With that, she aggressively presses her black lips to the angelic lips of Stratusfaction. A grizzly kiss, as she just chomps away at ecstasy. She aggressively slobbers all over the mouth of Trish; smearing her with darkness. The side’s of Trish’s mouth show the sticky lipstick being painted upon her.

The duo of Anna and Carrie stand there enjoying their seats at the front. They too, recognize the status of this icon, this legend. They stand tall over the make-out session. They’re loving what Dolce is doing to the incredibly beloved champion.