When we come back from the break, we see Torrie Wilson headed down the hallway with her Maltese
Chloe.
TORRIE: C’mon Trish. I know we’ve had our differences in the past but trust me, you NEED me in the
group. There are things that I can now bring to the table nobody else can or will.
A round of laughter came from the group with only Lisa Marie refraining from the joviality. When the
guffaws subsided, the Black Widow leaned over and whispered something into Trish’s ear.
TRISH: I remember you being a joke Torrie. You did have a lot of potential, but you never seemed to
want to invest yourself. Hell, you’d break into tears during training sessions.
TORRIE: You’re just like everybody else. ‘She’s a joke’…..’She can’t take it’. So, for the record, I WAS
NEARLY CRIPPLED! My spine was in such shape, doctors still don’t know how I wasn’t crippled. When
they operated, the procedure took twice as long thanks to all the damage. You try wrestling when you’re
in that kind of pain. The good news is that with the new technique they performed, I am in better shape
than ever before. And that’s bad news for anybody who gets in the ring with me.
TRISH: Pain is one thing Torrie; ability is another. You had only a few moves and always seemed to be
afraid to take a bump. Even if you can take it now, you don’t have any moves to make anybody afraid of
getting in the ring with you.
TORRIE: Keep thinking that. In fact, I hope whoever I wrestle tonight feels the same way. On the way to
the hospital, they can tell themselves they should have listened.
The statement brought a bit of eye-rolling from the group before Trish spoke again.
TRISH: Alright, fine. By the way, you never answered my question. What makes you think you’d be
somebody we’d want in the group?
TORRIE: I thought I just answered you….
TRISH: Not you honey…..YOU!
The Queen of Queens nodded toward Torrie, prompting The Jaded One to spin around and see a
fuming Candice Michelle standing behind her.
Reaching the locker room door marked ‘DIVA KILLERS’, the blonde started to knock but reconsidered
when she heard the voices from inside. Torrie slowly opened the door a crack and heard a familiar
voice. It was Trish Stratus.
TRISH: So, what makes you think you’d be somebody we’d want in the group?
On cue, Torrie swung open the door and marched into the room until she was face to face with Trish.
Behind the blonde stood Lisa Marie Varon, Beth Phoenix and Amy Dumas.
CANDICE: I think my history speaks for itself. Like most of the women here, I am a former world
champion and one of the hottest women on the planet.
TRISH: That’s it? That’s supposed to convince me?
CANDICE: My actions in the ring speak for me.
BETH: And say what? I’m a lame-ass?
CANDICE: I seem to recall kicking your ass, tubbo.
BETH: If you want to see an ass-kicking, keep running your mouth.
AMY: C’mon Miss Go-Daddy….you’re so injury prone, you could sneeze and hurt yourself.
CANDICE: Like you can talk. You nearly killed yourself on half your moves.
AMY: At least I had some moves, you bimbo.
TORRIE: Geez…….is this my supposed competition?
CANDICE: Shut up, you weak-ass tramp. I kicked your ass so many times, I could do it in my sleep.
TORRIE: Candice, you really are lost in the role. Get this straight….if you get in the ring with me now, I
will put you back on the disabled list.
CANDICE (laughing): Oh God, Torrie……you are a riot. All anybody has to do is bodyslam you or
powerbomb you and you’re dead meat……not to mention you’ll be in tears too.
TORRIE: Trish, I have an idea how to settle this. Arrange for me to wrestle this tramp tonight.
TRISH: And what’s in it for us?
TORRIE: I promise I will have this girl taken out on a stretcher. If I don’t, you four can beat the shit out of
me. But after I take out this trash, I’m in the group. Agreed?
TRISH: Agreed. Are you up for that Candice?
CANDICE: Kicking this slut’s ass? No problem. Just get ready to party with me afterwards.
With that, the Go-Daddy Girl shot Torrie a sneering expression and exited the locker room. Once she
was out of site, Torrie turned to the foursome again.
TORRIE: How badly do you want her hurt? Emergency room or disabled list?
TRISH: If you can put her on the DL, I’ll take back all of my snide thoughts about you and welcome you
to the group with open arms.
TORRIE: I’ll settle for some caviar and Dom Perignon at the end of the night.
TRISH: Only if you can really walk the walk tonight.
Torrie flashed her dazzling smile before she and Chloe turned and exited the locker room. As the blonde
disappeared down the hallway, Beth and Amy started in on Trish.
AMY: What the hell are you thinking? Torrie was the lamest excuse for a wrestler I’ve ever seen. Hell,
she made me look like Bret Hart.
BETH: Yeah, what gives Trish? You know she’s a liability.
TRISH: Maybe, maybe not. But I trust Lisa and she swears by Torrie. If Lisa is right, we’ve got another
weapon in the group. If not, we just beat the shit out of her.
AMY: I just think Torrie is-
LISA: Shut it Amy! I know something about Torrie none of you do, so just believe me when I say you’ll
be shocked at what you see later tonight.
BETH: If she’s as good as you’re saying, it may be a fluke. Everybody can have one good night.
Besides, her back-
LISA: -is as good as new. What they did to fix her, makes her back a non-issue. Even you wouldn’t be
able to do anything to her back now Beth.
BETH: That a challenge Varon?
LISA: No……just a fact. Believe me, after see her tonight, you’ll be glad she’s with us instead of against
us.
TRISH: I just hope you’re right Lisa. But enough of this….we still have some big things to do tonight so
let’s get ready.