Tease’s Turmoil Part One
Trish Stratus vs. Victoria by The Pac

It's November 2002 and we are 4 weeks away from WWE Survivor Series but right now live on Raw is a WWE Woman's championship match. Trish Stratus the champion is fighting the leggy blonde Stacy Keibler for the gold and to bring in more ratings it is a bra and panties match. Both Divas have already lost their tops, Trish down to a black bra hugging her massive chest and Stacy with a cute pink lace bra. The two blonde hook up and Stacy fires off a kick to the knee dropping Trish down. This allows Stacy to hook Trish into a front face lock and lift the far smaller girl up in the air. Stacy is looking for a suplex but hanging upside down Trish wriggles and fights out of it forcing Stacy to put her down. Once back on her feet Trish pulls Stacy forward driving a knee into her mid-section doubling Stacy over. With Stacy now bent over Trish grabs her head and drops her down with a big DDT watching Stacy's head bounce off the mat. Trish gets back up and is posed waiting for the dazed blonde to slowly get back up. Stacy is up and turns around walking right into the Chick Kick Trish's finishing move and the kick to the side of Stacy's head completely knocks her down and out. With Stacy flat out on the canvas Trish has the simple job of stripping Stacy of her shorts and winning the match.

"Here is your winner and still WWE Woman's champion, Trish Stratus," The ring announcer Lillian Garcia says as fans roar as Trish's music starts to play and a happy, victorious champion raises her belt up in the air.

As Trish waves to another side of the arena she can hear the fans are cheering even louder but she thinks they will be cheering for the underwear clad Stacy as she leaves the arena. Trish is wrong; a young dark haired woman dressed in a black top and jeans is racing down to ringside and slides into the ring. With her back still turned Trish doesn’t see the large muscly attacker until she is clubbing hard in the back. Trish grunts in surprise pain, dropping down to one knee as this mysterious woman keeps firing clubbing forearms to the back of Trish wearing her down. Fans boo loudly as this tanned amazon looking woman has beaten Trish down to the mat and is ruthlessly stomping down on her bare back. Someone spreads the word that the woman is a wrestler, Victoria a young woman from Los Angeles who has only just started her wrestling career with a few matches on Sunday Night Heat yet here she is now beating the crap out of the top star of the Diva division. Victoria has an evil look on her face as she sinks her nails into Trish's long blonde hair lifting the tired and hurt Diva's face up then brutally slams in down hard on the ring mat. She moves down and grabs the waistband of Trish's black pants and pulls them down exposing Trish's thong. Like she is on a mission Victoria pulls and yanks until Trish's pants have been completely removed and cameras flash from all around the arena as Trish has been stripped down to her bra and panties. Moaning in pain and still suffering from the sneak attack Trish tries to cover up her thong clad ass and crawl away but Victoria is right back on top of her again. Throwing left and right punches fans wonder what on earth Trish did to Victoria to promote this kind of angry reaction from the tanned wrestler. She is throwing blows at any bare flesh of Trish she can see and under these uneven, almost rage fighting blows a tired Trish starts to wilt curling up in a ball purely looking for protection. Still with a bad, scary look in her eyes Victoria stops punching only to grab the back of Trish's bra and start pulling on it.

The fans cheer wildly and Trish's eyes shoot open in shock as she fights with Victoria pulling and tearing away at her bra strap. Trish can't believe the other Diva is doing this as she can feel her tiny black bra strap being pulled around and stretched out under the pressure. The ref from the bra and panties match tries to get in the way grabbing Victoria trying to pull her away from Trish but Victoria easily pushes the ref in the face sending him flying. Victoria goes back to pulling and ripping at the bra strap finally breaking it open. Trish screams in shock her hands go from fighting Victoria to being wrapped around her bra covered chest trying desperately to cover her big tits from view. Pulling and ripping it Victoria has exposed Trish's bare back and is now trying to yank the bra out from under Trish's body to leave her completely topless. She pulls and pulls at the tiny black bra as Trish is lying on her front holding and pressing her bra against her own chest hanging on for dear life. Moving and wriggling around Trish is fighting this clearly nuts rookie trying to protect her modesty not wanting to be stripped topless live on TV and in the middle of a sold out arena. Victoria yanks a few more times and then stops jumping onto Trish's back and grabbing the blonde's thong and starts viciously pulling her panties down. The roars from the crowd are even louder and the camera flashes more intensely as Trish's panties are pulled down past her ass exposing her bare bottom to the world. Trish howls in humiliation and embarrassment reaching back with one hand grabbing the waistband of her panties and is once again in a tug of war with Victoria for her underwear. She is battling on her stomach with Victoria to keep her panties from sliding even further down her legs and is screaming in desperation as she fights not to be stripped naked. Victoria yells too pulling harder watching Trish roll around trying everything to break free and run away from this deeply personal attack. Trish holds her bra to her chest and is trying to bent and twist her legs keeping them closed making it harder for Victoria to remove her thong panties. More referee's and WWE officials have now raced down to ringside but it still takes 6 men to pull Victoria away from Trish and restrain her. Trish is nearly in tears as her nakedness is barely covered, officials throw big white towels over her to hide her body from view. Victoria has an evil smile on her face as she is lead out of the ring held back by 6 WWE referees while Trish stays curled up in the ring trying not to think about how she was only seconds away from being fully exposed live on TV.

The very next episode of Raw sees Trish in her own brand white top and blue jeans standing at the Raw interview area with Terri Runnels.

"Trish last week we saw you retain your woman's title in a bra and panties match but after the match Victoria a rookie Diva came down and attacked you even trying to strip you of your underwear what are your thoughts?" Terri asked holding the microphone up to Trish's face.

Fans in the arena cheer as Trish's image is up on the big screen, "Well Terri as much as I understand all our fans wanting to see me naked I've always held back from doing Playboy and such because I’m a real wrestler and damm proud of what I do."

"I would never lower myself to stripping naked just for a few wanking bonus points with these guys, I like to show off my amazing tone figure sure but I have always stopped right on the edge of nudity and last week this Victoria decided to try and make a name for herself by attacking me," Trish says looking right into the camera, anger building in her voice.

"Well Victoria you should know one thing just cause I’m not a slut by stripping naked, I will also never be used as a stepping stone for someone else to try and boost their career so be on the lookout you tanned freak I will get some payback on you very soon,"

"Erm ok but Trish, are you sure you want to do that I mean she is an awful lot bigger and more powerful than you," Terri says looking almost guilty and nervous about asking.

Trish cocks her eyebrow staring at the small blonde, "Please Terri I know what I’m doing I've faced bigger, tougher and meaner girls than her if all she can do is try and strip me in order to gain some time in the spotlight then she will be no match for the current WWE Woman's champion."

"Ok thank you very much Trish and don't forget guys later tonight on Raw Trish Stratus will be in action against Ivory, you won't want to miss that," Terri says with a smile as Trish walks off.

Trish walks back from her live interview to her private locker room she gained with her new contract but when she opens the door she is greeted with a horrible sight. Her two suitcases are broken open and her clothes are sprayed all over the floor, her makeup has been used to write on the wall and the lockers. Trish can clearly see the word 'SLUT' written in her shade of lipstick written on the wall leading to the shower area. She steps dumbstruck across the floor stepping on ruined and ripped up bits of her clothes and she nearly screams when she finds some of her best underwear cut up and stuffed into a trash bin. Hearing water running Trish goes into the shower and sees two of her wrestling outfits stretched out and held under the shower head, soaking and ruining them. Trish is outraged all her stuff is ruined, clothes torn apart and ripped, all her makeup and wrestling outfits smashed across her private locker room area even her trademark cowboy hat has been stuffed down the bowl of one of the toilets overflowing it. After spending 30 minutes cleaning up what she can and yelling at the arena security for not watching her private locker room Trish gets the call that it is nearly time for her match. Looking round nearly screaming with frustration Trish has to start searching high and low to find something anything to wear for her match later. Angry Trish has to walk to the ring and wrestle in the outfit she was already wearing as everything else she bought is now ruined. With her entire suitcases destroyed and her clothing useless Trish is in a really bad mood added to the fact all the signs around the arena are about nothing but her nearly being stripped naked. Trish really beats on Ivory, the match has only been going about 4 minutes and Ivory has taken nothing but abuse from a pissed off, street clothes wearing woman's champion. Trish knocks Ivory down with a hard kick then grabs her head calling for her finishing move the Strausfaction, she hits it driving Ivory face first into the mat then rolls her over looking for the pin when once again like last week the fans start cheering very loudly.

Trish spins around and sees Victoria up at the top of the Raw stage holding in her hands one of Trish's wrestling outfits. She drops a black vest top, black spandex pants and a cowboy hat down onto the steel then looks up grinning at Trish. Staring up at the ramp Trish now clearly knows who broke into her private locker room and destroyed all her personal things. Trish is shocked when Victoria puts on her trademark cowboy hat and then standing far away on the ramp takes one of her wrestling tops and rips it apart with her bare hands. Victoria now throws down the tattered bits of top and starts tearing and ripping Trish's spandex pants and before the blonde can think twice she leaves the ring and starts striding up the ramp towards this evil dark haired woman.

"What do you think you are doing bitch those are my things," Trish shouts out loud enough for the cameras to pick up.

"Hi Mrs Perfect Diva come to share a few words with me have you," Victoria says mockingly, "Cause after 5 months of being with this company you have not said one word to me or even tried to remember we used to fitness model together."

Trish laughs, "Is that what this is about please bitch I'm the best female wrestler working today, think I need to hang around with some crappy rookie scum like you, no one patted me on the head and held my hand backstage I earned everything I got," Trish shouts.

"I quite agree and that is just what I'm doing I'm earning my respect by going for the biggest blonde cock slut champion I can find," Victoria says with a slight smile.

Trish's blood boils and her face goes visible red, "That's it bitch I'm gonna kick you big chunky ass all over this arena see if that teaches you about respect."

Victoria doesn't move as an angry Trish stomps up the ramp but just when Trish gets close to her Victoria points to the ring and says, "Hey little miss superstar don't you have a match right now.”

In horror Trish spins around to see the ring and Ivory with the referee up to a count of 8. Thinking quickly Trish turns and runs hard down the ramp trying her hardest to get in the ring and break the count. She slides hard under the bottom rope, her lungs on fire from the fast paced running only to hear the bell ring and Lillian Garcia’s voice.

"The winner of the match via a count out Ivory," She says as the fans boo the rather poor ending to the match but Ivory doesn't care as her hand is raised and she dances around the ring celebrating her victory over the woman's champion.

Frustrated Trish bangs both her hands on the mat pulling herself to her feet then snapping at the referee for counting her out while she dealt with Victoria. WWE fans watch as the normally calm, smiling happy blonde screaming and yelling at the ref until her voice breaks and the poor ref who is taller than her still cowers back at the screaming tones of her voice. Enraged Trish turns away from the ref angry about the wrong count out call he made but as she does turn round an arm appears at full speed smashing her around the neck. Out of nowhere Victoria snuck down the ramp and just levelled Trish with a massive clothesline leaving the blonde flat out in the middle of the ring. Victoria stands over Trish to a mix of boos and cheers from the crowd as most people still like Trish but disapprove of the cocky better than everyone attitude Trish has been sporting the last few months.

Later that evening on Raw we are treated to GTV an off black and white CCTV camera shot from somewhere in the arena and broadcast to the world. This time we are in a bathroom and the fans cheer loudly as Trish walks in seemingly muttering out loud to no one but her then she says the name Victoria to herself and punches out a mirror breaking the glass as she is so angry. She washes her face then goes into the furthest cubicle the one closest to the CCTV, the fans cheer as the camera shows all the way into the toilet stall before Trish shuts the door. Fans are shocked at GTV once again breaking into Trish’s private locker room and surely if Trish knew there was a camera working and broadcasting her private bathroom to the world she would be even more pissed than she already is. It’s gets worse for Trish as the bathroom door is kicked open and Victoria strides in and is clearly checking the stalls out searching for Trish. She reaches the last stall which is locked and Victoria grins as the crowd roars with pleasure knowing Trish is trapped. Victoria apparently isn’t going to just sit and wait as she takes a step back and boots the stall door open. Trish looks up and screams at seeing Victoria standing in front of her while the fans scream at seeing Trish Straus sitting on the toilet, her jeans and thong panties around her ankles. Before anyone could see Trish’s hand shoots across her bare pussy covering herself from Victoria’s view and has a look of pure shock on her face at the utter nerve of Victoria.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Trish roars with anger leaning down with one free hand to pull her pants up but Victoria puts one foot forward and stands on Trish’s collection of clothing pinning them to the floor.

“I’m here to watch a true champion in action,” Victoria says her voice dripping with hate, “And from the matches I’ve watched you in I think watching you on the toilet is probably far more entertaining.”

Trish is pissed off at being degraded and taunted by Victoria yet again her neck still hurts from the cheap shot clothesline a few minutes ago. She also knows however that with Victoria standing on her pants and sat down with only her hands as cover for her vagina Trish is pretty much trapped.

“Anyway this is what us girls do right Trish go to the bathroom together,” Victoria says grinning at the look of rage but fearful expression on Trish’s face and the blonde has no idea a secret CCTV camera is filming all this for broadcast live on Monday night Raw.

“I’ll ask again bitch what do you want don’t forget I have some private guards outside who will come in here and kick your big manly ass right out of this company,” Trish says not sounding as threating as normal sat bare assed on a toilet seat.

“Well Trish I’m here cause it’s time you know why I’m doing what I’m doing and also how this will end,” Victoria says leaning down stroking the tip of Trish’s chin with the blonde unable to do anything but tilt her head away or risk exposing herself to Victoria.

“You see I hate you Trish Stratus, I hate everything about it’s like you were built in mind to be my perfect nemesis the one girl that no matter how good I am or how hard I work will always jump to the top of queue.”

“Yeah that’s because I’m the best bitch,” Trish answers back strongly.

“No it’s cause you’re the blondest slut with the biggest tits that all these fans lust over like useless little dogs and the worst thing you little cum dumpster is that I am real,” Victoria says letting years of inner built rage flow out of her directed all at a trapped Trish.

“A real woman not with fake tits, a stupid smile and a prick tease body to every man with a bit of power and money,” Victoria says with disgust holding Trish’s chin with her hand, “A real deeply flawed but perfect woman, you have been shitting over people like me all your life and now it’s time for you to pay.”

Trish is deeply frightened trapped on a toilet, hands covering her private parts as Victoria is nose to nose ranting in her face, “See Trish this will never stop, I will never stop until I have driven you out of the public eye.”

“I’m going to hurt you, I’m going to tease and torture you until you go out of your mind with rage and humiliation,” Victoria pauses for a second grinning, “You Trish like all evil will be the architect of your own downfall it will merely be my pleasure for women everywhere to enjoy taking your big fat ass and crushing it under my boot.”

“You’re not a true wrestler, you were never a true champion what you are bitch is a slap in the face of everything I believe in and trust me it will give me such pleasure destroying you,” Victoria threats towering over a wilting Trish.

“I’m nice though I’ll give you some free advice bitch,” Victoria snarls, “Run, take your big fat tits with your fake dreams of being important and run get out of the WWE now before I break you bit by bit and hurl you out the back door.”

“Enjoy the rest of your career champ,” Victoria mocks pushes Trish’s face away from her and gets up leaving Trish alone sat half naked on the toilet rocking close to tears having just been stunned and yelled at by an angry Victoria.

That shocked and worried look of Trish sitting bare assed on a toilet is the shot that makes the round all over the internet for the next week and by the time we are live for Raw next week Trish is unsurprising late for the show. She looks tired and un made up as she pulls her suitcase from her car and quickly someone gets a WWE microphone in her face and asks for her thoughts on the past few weeks. Up close Trish looks even worse as there are big black bags of sleep under her eyes and her normally crystal perfect skin is pale and blotchy. Trish also seems a bit jumpy as she locks and relocks her car five times even pulling hard at the handle after it’s locked and keeps looking over her shoulder like she is waiting for something or someone. Her long blonde hair is a state, messed up badly while her clothes are wrinkled and look several days old, Marc Lloyd the poor unknown interviewer has to talk to this haggard looking woman’s champion.

“Trish I’d like to get your thoughts on what has been a pretty rough couple of weeks for you,” He asks pushing the microphone right to Trish’s mouth.

“Rough? Rough, this week has been a nightmare, it’s been torture that crazy psycho bitch Victoria is god damm stalking me,” Trish screams sounding slightly unbalanced.

“She has been cold calling my house, unlocking the door and windows the bitch has been though my house in my wardrobe that fucking bitch has been everywhere,” Trish screams looking deranged and fearful.

“That slut has damaged my property, she wrote slut on my car in paint, breaking windows, hell she even smashed up my indoor sauna and what happens when I call the police nothing fucking happens,” Trish rages looking psycho as she pulls at her unwashed stuck up hair.

“18 times I called those fat cop assholes but nothing none of them could even find Victoria let alone arrest her and I know it was her,” Trish pants this rant getting her tired, “She has kept me awake and forced me to hire my own private security to watch my house every night costing me thousands of dollars.”

“So tonight no more I’m calling Victoria out, no tricks no sneak attacks we will be face to face and I’m going break that bitch’s face in,” Trish shouts pushing the male interviewer out of the way and stomps off while the fans are stunned and silent.

We come back from a break to Monday night Raw and Trish is stomping down the ramp, no fanfare, smiles or music. She gets into the ring and grabs a microphone looking a mess and very angry.

“Victoria you little fucking slut, you bitch get the fuck out here and face me so I can kick you head in,” Trish screams sounding positively out of touch with reality.

This is a side of Trish no one has seen and no one likes this side. If the WWE crowd didn’t know any better they would say that Trish has been outdone in mind games by Victoria.

“I was trying to be kind to you because you were an unknown rookie and not too bright but this week you crossed a line invading my private life so now you are going to pay bitch.”

Trish is pacing round the ring looking ready to explode at any moment, “Come on Victoria this is not a game you wanted my attention you damm sure got it now come out here and face me and let me give you the beating you richly deserve.”

Victoria’s music starts but Victoria doesn’t appear on the ramp. Trish is looking round encase of another sneak attack but Victoria is nowhere to be found until her face appears on the big screen overlooking the ring.

“What the fuck are you doing there come here and fight me you bitch,” Trish rages her screaming making her pale face glow bright red.

“My, my look at the great Trish Stratus an ugly jealous raging slut in heat,” Victoria teases in a low tone.

“Fuck you, you fat little whore come down here and let me kick your ass so bad you would just dream of being an unknown rookie again,” Trish threatens.

“Oh does Trish want me in the ring to kick my ass does she? Well that’s a problem Trish because I don’t step in the ring with blonde slut monsters,” Victoria says raising Trish’s blood pressure even more.

“Get screwed you want to face me that’s what all these stupid little games have been about, you owe me in the ring with my foot in that ugly little face of yours who knows Victoria a beating from me might make you look better,” Trish taunts back.

“Oh Dumbo once again your little airhead has grabbed the wrong end of the stick, I may hate you and think you need your peroxide ass kicking but I will only step anywhere near you when we have a proper match and you put that woman’s title on the line.”

Trish laughs out loud, “A title shot you have done nothing to earn a title shot and as far as I can see you slut are at the bottom of the list.”

“No title shot Trish then no fight,” Victoria says folding her arms standing somewhere backstage being filmed for projection on the big screen.

Trish snarls thinking for a second, “Ok fine the title is on the line not like you have any chance of winning now get the fuck out here and face me.”

Victoria laughs again, “No, no, no Trish not tonight I won’t fight you tonight.”

This only makes Trish’s eyes open wider with more anger and rage makes the sexy blonde almost tremble, “What do you mean you won’t fight me tonight I’m ready I’ll do it belt on the line and everything.”

“No,” says Victoria with almost a laid back grin, “Tonight doesn’t feel like a good night but I’ll tell you what in two weeks at Survivor Series I think that might be a good time to face you.”

Trish snorts, “A rookie who has never had a match on Raw now suddenly thinks she’s in line for a pay per view match championship shot, forget it Victoria your dreaming.”

“Fine Trish works for me no PPV then no revenge match beat down for you,” Victoria says, “It’s a shame really of all the things I know you are I never pictured you as a coward.”

“Fuck you I am not a coward I am just being smart and not giving you a title match you have not earned purely for breaking into my house and trying to mess me around,” Trish says standing as close to the big screen as the ring will allow her.

“Wow good point Trish guess all those years of taking money shots to the face really has made you smarter,” Victoria grins as she sees Trish’s face well up with anger from the insult.

“Listen bitch are we gonna do this all night or are you going to back up your tough words and your sneaky tactics and come down here to fight me,” Trish says her anger making face burn red as Victoria’s lack of movement towards the ring is pissing her off.

“Oh well Trish darling I’d love to come down there and beat your slutty ass like the last two weeks but sadly Mr Bischoff asked that I compete in a match tonight,” Victoria says grinning having known that information all along simply stringing Trish along.

Trish paces around a little clearly thinking having once again been out done by Victoria, “Ok fine have your little match tonight but know I will be watching and after you lose I will be right down to the ring to kick your ass myself.”

“I look forward to it Trish although you might be a bit busy explaining the damage to the rental car company.”

“What damage?” A confused Trish asks.

Victoria smiles like Trish said the magic word, “Oh well this damage,” The camera pulls back and Victoria is standing in front of the car Trish arrived to the arena in.

Trish gasps in shock but is in even more shock when Victoria picks up a large silver pipe and with one big swing uses it to break the driver side window on the car. Her face drops, Trish is in shock as Victoria bashes the pipe against the door denting it even knocking off the wing mirror. Victoria pokes out the one of the back windows cracking it before slamming a few pipe shots down denting the shiny car boot. She walks round inspecting the damage while standing far away in the ring Trish watches in horror as again Victoria is one step ahead of her. Victoria moves round to the front of the car and goes after the heavy windshield bashing and stabbing the pipe into the reinforced glass. Several hard shot indent the glass but it takes the clearly strong Victoria a few good hard swings to shatter the glass completely. Victoria throws the pipe down then grins at the camera which her image on big screen grins at Trish, who finally unfreezes from her state of shock quickly leaving the ring rushing backstage. By the time Trish reaches the parking lot however there is no sign of Victoria only the shattered glass and dented body parts of her rental car. Trish acts out dropping to her knees pulling at her hair screaming a loud scream that hurts every eardrum even remotely close to the parking lot.

We are one advert break away from the main event of Raw staring who else but Triple H but currently in the ring hard hitting Diva action is on-going. Victoria has been pulling and messing with Trish’s mind for weeks now she is showing the WWE fans the kind of destruction and pain she can cause in the ring. Poor Stacy Keibler hasn’t stood a chance all match as she gets bounced and battered all around the squared circle. Victoria seems to be taking great pleasure in hair pulling and flipping Stacy around the ring yanking out handfuls of her blonde locks. Young Stacy looks close to tears when Victoria twists her into a one legged Boston crab bending back one of Stacy’s trademark 42 inch legs. Stacy screams and screams in pain tapping out wildly as Victoria is almost trying to pull her leg off like Stacy is a cheap plastic action figure. The referee calls for the bell that has an even tougher job trying to pull the tanned and much stronger Victoria off Stacy. Even the ref’s arms don’t match up to Victoria’s muscles and it’s only when Victoria chooses to let go of the hold is Stacy’s busted up leg free. The ref tries to warm Victoria but the evil look on her face makes him retreat quickly out of the ring leaving an immobile Stacy all alone in the ring with this deranged Diva. Stacy screams for mercy as Victoria grabs the blonde’s tiny booty shorts and literally tears them clean off her body in a shocking piece of strength widely ignored as most of the crowd is staring at Stacy’s exposed ass. Now with her bottom half clad only in a tiny red thong Stacy pointless tries to crawl away holding her sore leg making it too easy for Victoria to grab Stacy by the hair and pull her back into the middle of the ring. Those fans who watched Victoria wrestle on Heat know this move as Victoria pushes Stacy’s head between her legs then flipping her up holding her in almost a crucifix but has tight two handed grip on Stacy’s neck. It’s called the Widow’s Peak and it is Victoria’s deadly finishing move as she jumps down onto the mat the force of the impact jarring all the way up Stacy’s body ending with some very painful impact on her neck.

Stacy is out cold before Victoria even let’s go so Stacy’s knocked out body crashes face first on the mat. Victoria dusts herself down getting up and poses for the booing crowd who quickly turn to cheers as battered and mentally unstable woman’s champion Trish Stratus runs down the ramp. She is carrying the same kind of silver iron pipe Victoria used earlier on to smash up her rental car. Trish gets in the ring roaring ready for action and Victoria calmly bails under the bottom rope and is up over the guard rail and into the fans. Trish lets out another loud primal scream of rage and charges under the bottom rope and weapon in hand follows Victoria out into the crowd. The fans love it as Victoria runs away from a pipe wielding Trish as they spilt the fans before a running Victoria turns down a hallway leading to the backstage area. Trish follows and soon the cheering sounds of the crowd are replaced by footsteps of Trish and the cameraman behind her as they run deeper backstage.

“Where are you Victoria, come out you little bitch it’s payback time,” Trish screams circling around as she has gone deep into the bowels of the arena past massive shelf’s nearly 12 feet high stocked up with equipment to keep the arena running.

Like a girl in a horror movie Trish slowly creeps around pipe in hand waiting to sneak up on Victoria or the raven haired Diva to jump out and sneak attack her again. As she slowly creeps though the massive warehouse like arena a noise sounds from up above. Trish looks up and a massive crate falls from the very top falling 12 feet down and Trish has to hurtle herself backwards as the crate smashed down to earth shattering sending bits of metal flying everywhere. Trish gets up shaking a little at nearly being wiped off the map by a dangerous falling crate when suddenly Victoria from behind forearm clubs Trish in the back then throws her head first right into one of the huge metal shelves. Trish’s head bounces off the metal and she spins to the floor in pain as Victoria picks up the pipe Trish drops. Unsteady Trish makes her way to her feet only for Victoria to smash Trish right in the ribs with the pipe. The air is batted out of Trish’s gut and moaning in agony Trish drops to her knees, arms wrapped around her stomach in pain. Victoria drops the pip and grabs Trish and drags her by the hair round the corner to another part of the arena and Victoria is easily able to drag Trish to her feet. She uses her incredible power to throw Trish head first right into a concrete block wall and Trish lets out another moan of pain as for three weeks Victoria has jumped her and got the better of her physically. She stomps down a few times on a flat out Trish, Victoria then laughs down at Trish leaving her eye line. As Trish uses her hands and knees to try and pull herself up Victoria comes back into view wheeling a big black suitcase behind her. Trish growls again it’s her suitcase she wonders how Victoria keeps getting to her stuff when Victoria hits a running kick right to Trish’s exposed ribs. Trish grunts in pain as she is booted hard in the ribs sending her rolling sideways back into the wall. A hurt woman’s champion lies on her stomach groaning in pain but Victoria is not finished yet pulling on Trish’s long blonde hair yanking the Diva to her feet. She flips Trish up her back and for the second time tonight we see her deadly finisher the widow’s peak and the crowd can only watch on as Trish is driven into the floor, the jolting impact of the fall shooting up her spine finishing round her held neck. Victoria lets go and out cold Trish falls forward face first not moving as Victoria calmly gets up unzipping Trish’s suitcase and pulling out the gold woman’s championship belt.

She carries the belt and sits down right next to Trish’s head, “This is a very pretty belt Trish,” Victoria addresses the out cold Diva.

“Far to pretty and valuable for some dirty tramp like you to carry around so out of safety I think I will keep the belt with me this week,” Victoria says talking to the back of Trish’s head the blonde still unmoved.

“But don’t worry Trish I understand this is your belt I am only borrowing it that is of course until I beat you for it outright and become the new woman’s champion,” Victoria sits up and pats Trish on the back of the head.

“See you next week Blondie and I hope you have better luck this week than you did last week,” Victoria laughs walking away with Trish’s woman’s title over her shoulder while the camera zooms in on a knocked out Trish and a voice from behind the camera calls for help.

Next week on Raw and it’s the last week before the next WWE PPV Survivor Series and there is no surprise when people see Trish standing in the ring to open the show.

“Victoria I am sick and tired of these games, I’m done with the creepy phone calls in the middle of the night, and I’m done with the sick mail and graffiti you leave around my property,” Trish yells looking just as bad and un Trish like as she did last week.

There are big black bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and her skin is deeply pale now almost greasy from the lack of care and attention she has given it. Her hair is dry, frizzy and sticking up at odd angles making it look like Trish just woke up. Dressed in a faded stained tank top and ripped jeans Trish looks more like someone walking the streets homeless than a WWE woman’s champion.

“You are making my life, my private home life a living hell and I’m sick of it,” Trish says again losing her cool looking almost in a blind rage in front of her adoring fans.

“Last week you stole my belt, a symbol of all I am and all I’ve worked for unlike you so Victoria you want a match for the title at the Survivor Series well girl you got it,” Trish says to the loud roars of the fans who can’t wait to see bitter rivals Trish and Victoria tear each other apart in the ring.

“I just hope Victoria in that twisted warped brain of yours you understand what this means, I’m one of the greatest female wrestlers in the world and all my focus is on this Sunday beating your face in,” Trish stopping for breath but as she goes to carry on speaking Victoria’s music starts to play.

Out walks the dangerous dark haired Diva with the woman’s title slung over her shoulder and instantly Trish’s eyes narrow, “Well Trish you want the match now well I’m afraid the answer is no.”

Trish’s face visibly drops and you can almost see the wheels turning as Victoria cold shoulders her yet again. Victoria grins as she watches Trish shake with anger, her brain over whelmed and it looks like Trish is close to snapping.

“No what the fuck do you mean no you little shit this is what you want a championship match with me this Sunday and you fucking got it what more could you want,” Trish screams walking round the ring raging, slapping the ropes, stamping on the canvas and punching turnbuckle pads.

“What I mean Trish dear,” Victoria says smirking at the rage she has forced Trish in, “Is that the rules have changed if I was to face you I’d want a slightly more special matchup.”

Trish looks at the grin on Victoria and fumes again, “Ok fine slut how about a no holds barred match?”

“Nice,” Victoria nods, “But not enough maybe a little more.”

“Oh really you want more you understand your signing your own death warrant letting me pick our match type,” Trish warns.

“Do your worse champ,” Victoria challenges lifting Trish belt up in the air winding Trish up so much fans would not be shocked if steam started shooting from Trish’s ears.

“Fine I’ll tell you what let’s have an I quit match with a difference why not the match can only end when the winner accepts the submission from the loser cause I want you screaming and begging for mercy long before I end the match,” Trish says steely glint in her eyes.

Victoria smiles, “Sounds delightful but I guess for the winner to accept the losers cry of defeat there will be no need for a referee I’m guessing.”

“No ref, no interference I want nothing to stop me ripping your fat ass body apart piece by piece,” Trish yells.

“Then a no holds barred, I quit winner must accept submission match with no referee for the woman’s title sounds perfect I accept,” Victoria says to the loud cheering of the sell-out Raw crowd.

“But first I want my title back,” Trish says hopping out of the ring and slowly making her way up the ramp wary of any tricks Victoria might have.

Victoria laughs looking unworried as Trish slowly makes her way up the steel ramp, “Trish I admire your heart for a cheap moral less dirt bag you at least respect the championship you spoil but if you take another step I will have to expose you.”

Trish stops more out of confusion, “What are you talking about you crazy bitch I’m taking my belt back.”

She steps closer and Victoria takes a step back only to look up at the big screen which has turned to black. Tempted Trish looks up at the massive screen as a slideshow starts to play, a slideshow of her. Grainy far away black and white pictures taken like a TV cop when they stalk a criminal without being seen, paparazzi like. Taking from a fair way away they clearly show Trish’s house then Trish arriving back home with groceries and Trish anger with a locked door. Other pictures slide along the screen of Trish talking to the police looking tired and weak and some nice photos of Trish outside her door in a nightgown yelling. Trish is stunned at first relieving her nightmare few weeks and knowing she was being watched and captured on film makes it even worse. That film is now being show on a big screen live on Monday night Raw and broadcast all over the world. Trish’s head is in a spin as Victoria once again slams her private and professional life together mixing the two in a way where Trish isn’t sure where she can turn to get a break. The next picture is closer still shot though Trish’s open window of Trish on the phone.

“You sick stalking freak,” Trish screams but the scream doesn’t stop the sliding images as the next is Trish is work out gear in her living room stretching around.

“You fucking bitch that was last month,” Trish yells in shock recognizing the image and her tight fitness clothes wondering just how long Victoria had been looking in on her life.

“Wait it gets better,” Victoria says looking up at the screen with a smile.

Scared out of her mind Trish looks and the slideshow turns to more shots though Trish’s bedroom window and slowly the image shows Trish taking off a coat. Fans cheer and Trish nearly falls over in shock at the next image of her standing in just her bra and panties in her bedroom. The camera seems to have put on better quality and Trish stares at her own picture of her dressing down for bed broadcast to the world. The next picture Trish has her back to camera but her bra is unhooked and the crowd’s cheers are deafening at seeing Trish bare back.

“Stop it please stop it,” Trish appeals to Victoria who raises a hand and the slideshow pauses on Trish stripping off her bra.

“Ok Trish I’ll stop but first you have to promise to back up and not try and take your belt back or come after me in anyway until Sunday,” Victoria says big grin on her face.

Trish backs down the ramp scared and annoyed Victoria has once again painted her into a corner, “Ok Victoria deal no violence till the PPV I can do that.”

“Good girl now enjoy your match with Ivory tonight as if not I might treat the world to the unedited shots of Trish Stratus,” Victoria threatens walking away as the screen picture melts to a clearly naked Trish lying in bed with only a few small black bars hiding her tits and pussy.

Trish screams as Victoria strolls away with her belt and Trish sinks to her knees as Victoria is tearing her world apart as the protected nude image of her stays up on the screen.

Later that night Trish is all business in the ring smashing Ivory all over the ring and the referee has to give Trish several warnings about using illegal holds and keeping them on for far too long. Trish on fire puts Ivory away with little fuss, her mind clearly still on Victoria and she pulls away from the hand raising ref her thoughts become reality as Victoria sneaks in from under the ring blasting Trish right in the forehead with her own title belt. Trish is caught off guard again and knocked out again by Victoria who stands over Trish holding her belt up in the air.

She takes a microphone still standing next to Trish’s twisted flat out unconscious body, “Well Trish this Sunday I will make you say I quit and you will regret ever slutty day you spend in the WWE.”

“But you still have the option to run away and leave but you won’t quit I know that however,” Victoria says thoughtfully, “A champion can’t show up to her on title match without her belt so I’ll tell you what Trish.”

Victoria talks down to Trish’s out cold body, “The PPV is in LA and I happen to be from LA so say on Sunday you pick out a pervy camera crew from Sunday night Heat and drag them along to my house in San Bernardino.”

“It’s ok I’m sure some whore as smart as you will find it but Trish I’ll be there all Sunday before the PPV with this belt you disgrace by wearing,” Victoria says grinning.

“So you come down Sunday and we can have our own private PPV build up fight and maybe if you kick my ass enough you can take back this belt and from in my own house too,” Victoria lowers the belt down almost resting it on Trish’s face.

“You have of course seen the blackmail naked pictures I will expose of you if you come to my house sooner so Trish I’ll see you Sunday for a fight then our match where I will happily make your scream I quit,” Victoria finishes dropping the microphone on Trish’s ample chest walking away.

The camera angle spins wildly as Trish turns the car wheel furiously; she has spent 6 days working over the past few weeks. Victoria has done nothing to her apart from the title belt to the skull on Raw but never less Trish has been on edge all week just in case. She has kept her curtains well closed almost cutting herself off from everyone and is now racing miles away from the arena hosting Survivor Series to hopefully get her belt back. Friends of Trish who talked to her earlier in the day asked that she should not go for more of Victoria’s mind tricks as the dark haired Diva has been several steps ahead of Trish all the way though this feud and this meet at my house ploy was clearly a trap. If not to make Trish stress and drive miles away from the arena before the big match then as people pointed out to Trish, Victoria’s attacks normally came from behind and any chance to weaken the champ before a huge title match would work in Victoria’s favour. Trish ignored everyone as pure madness and rage boiled throughout her as she felt like she has been a puppet on Victoria’s strings for the past few weeks but now the first chance of a true one on one between them. The chance to also weaken Victoria before the match, get her belt back and swing some much needed momentum her way was too good a chance for Trish to turn down. Being humiliated, beaten down and constantly embarrassed on a worldwide scale was also playing on Trish mind as she drove a scared looking camera crew up to Victoria’s house. Trish arrives at this small suburb to a lovely looking little brown bungalow and in a show of defiance Trish drives her blue rental car right across the front lawn. Trish power slides the car across the perfect green lawn cutting it up leaving deep muddy tire marks in the grass. Trish gets down and aggressively honks the horn but her car driving stunt has got Victoria’s attention.

“Come on Victoria you fucking bitch,” Trish screams honking the horn of the still working car as the camera crew hurriedly climb out and start filming for TV.

Victoria strides out her front door dressed in a dark top and blue jeans looking at Trish standing in the middle of her front garden, “Congratulations bitch you made it.”

Trish ignores Victoria’s snipe and the fact she picked almost the same outfit Victoria did apart from her tank top is dark green and her jeans are darker blue. Both girls are wearing sneakers and like an old Wild West movie they seem to stand off for a few seconds before charging at each other. They are both looking for the first punch of this fight but as they both throw their arms collide leaving them both in pain holding their arms until Trish coils up and charges at Victoria. The taller stronger Diva is easily able to push Trish’s head to the side sending the blonde falling into a flower bed. Angry Trish gets up wiping mud off her knees when Victoria clubs her hard from behind sending Trish spinning onto Victoria’s driveway. Trish grunts as she rolls sideways across the white stone and is quickly up to her knees looking right up into a hard slap from Victoria. Trish head snaps back and she has to use her hands to stop her falling face first to the floor. Victoria laughs grabbing Trish by the hair pulling her to her feet but Trish is ready firing a punch right into Victoria’s mid-section. Victoria grunts in pain and a few more stomach punches breaks Victoria’s grip on her hair and sends the rookie challenger stumbling backwards bent over rubbing her gut. Taking advantage like in a Van Damme movie Trish jumps up hitting a bicycle kick right to Victoria’s chest sending her falling backwards into her own flower bed. It’s the first time in their whole feud Trish has knocked Victoria off her feet and unsurprisingly this boosts Trish flagging confidence. It’s Trish’s turn to grab handfuls of Victoria’s long locks and drags her though her long flower bed coating her outfit with dry mud and crushing several flowers. She lets go and Victoria slowly pulls herself to her feet only for Trish to grab her by the back of her shirt and throw her a few feet. Victoria is thrown hard right onto the grass hitting with a loud thump that winds the tough Diva and even though the mask of serious and anger a small smirk appears on Trish’s cute face.

“Oh yeah bitch are you this disappointing like all the others big fat mouth then zero talent in a real fight never underestimate Trish Stratus,” Trish barks down at Victoria lifting her head up only to slap her face hard.

Victoria rolls across the dirt in pain holding her face trying to pull herself up but no sooner is she on her feet than the smaller Trish tackles her round the waist. Trish pushes Victoria back until she slams her back first right into Trish’s parked car sitting on Victoria’s front lawn. More moaning in pain from Victoria as she holds her spine as Trish is relentless grabbing Victoria’s hair and pulls her head back cracking the back of Victoria’s skull right off the edge of the car roof. A few hard pull back hair slams and Victoria is clearly dazed and sore as she staggers away only for Trish to grab the back of her head once more. This time Victoria is thrown head first right into the still warn bonnet making a loud slamming noise as Victoria’s forehead bounces off the metal like a tennis ball. Victoria tumbles to the floor and Trish stands over her bitter rival and starts stomping her right foot down. She stomps on every area of Victoria’s body trying to almost stomp her down into the grass as she attacks every inch of Victoria’s body. Victoria can only moan in pain rolling on her side with her hands in vain trying to cover up her body but not hiding enough. Hours before one of the biggest matches of their lives Trish has Victoria grounded and is stomping the living hell out of her but hears voices behind her. Trish turns round as sees a gang of people a mixture of male and females all walking out the front door gathering near the lawn. Trish first thought is Victoria’s friends and her back up and the blonde is instantly fearful of a gang style attack. They all however seem to be holding drinks and are watching the action closely calming Trish down as they are only here to watch she doesn’t need to worry about them. Her few seconds of turning away and watching the small crowd of about 20 people is a perfect distraction for Victoria who gets to her feet them jumps at Trish. She tackles Trish right around the back of her legs the impact making Trish buckle and drop to the ground. Victoria quickly gets herself on top of Trish in a mount position and starts open hand slapping her pretty cover girl face.

“See you met some of my friends then,” Victoria says mockingly sitting on top of Trish, “They wanted to see what a weak and pathetic bitch you are in real life.”

It’s now Trish turn to wrap her arms around her face and cover up as Victoria clenches her fists and starts punching the current woman’s champion. Victoria throws some hard left and right jabs most landing on the side of Trish’s head as the blonde covers and turns head to avoid any major punch damage to her face. Victoria fires a few more blows in before getting up only to drop a knee right down on Trish’s abs. The blonde grunts almost folding up like a suitcase as Victoria pushes the full weight of her knee into her flat stomach. Victoria grinds her knee down a little more before jumping up and driving her knee cap into Trish’s soft belly. This brings another grunt of pain from Trish and as Victoria gets off her she rolls onto her side to save her belly and face. Calm and in control Victoria walks round and kicks Trish right in her ass making the small crowd cheer and Trish blushes as well as moaning in pain. Victoria fires a second kick out at Trish’s jean clad butt laughing as Trish rolls away rubbing her sore cheek. Making a mental note to how Trish reacts to literally getting her ass kicked Victoria walks after Trish grabbing her hair and throwing her forward. Trish falls forward landing on the grass inches away from the stone path and the large porch of Victoria’s house. Picking her up by her hair again Victoria throws Trish forward sending her right into one of the wooden beams of the porch. Trish’s head and chest absorb the impact of the painted wood and she moves back right into Victoria’s arms. With easy power Victoria picks Trish up and body slams her right in the middle of the porch. Trish screams in pain as her back takes the full impact of the wood and as Victoria’s friends laugh and cheer Trish rolls away nearer the house wall. In total control now Victoria pulls Trish up by her long blonde hair taking a second to admire the pained look on her pretty face before throwing Trish again. Trish this time crashes head first right into Victoria’s front door knocking it open and sending Trish falling into the hallway.

Victoria laughs loudly, “Oh yes Trish of course you can come into my house but I can’t have you tracking any mud in.”

Trish moans her head hurting from bouncing off the solid front door so she barely feels Victoria picking her up under her arms. Victoria lifts Trish a few inches off the ground and then rests her big tits on the door mat. The small crowd cheer as Victoria starts shaking Trish from side to side rubbing her big tits right on her welcome mat. Trish moans a mixture of cutting pain from the hard mat on her soft tits and the humiliation of having her boobs rubbed on a welcome mat by her rival. Victoria is laughing all the way stopping the tit wiping and yanks Trish to her knees only to kick her hard in the chest knocking her back down. Victoria grabs Trish around the waistband of her jeans pushing her forward sending Trish tripping into her spacious living room. Outside Victoria’s friends follow the action shutting the door just to gather in the living room and see Victoria punch Trish hard in the chin. Trish takes the blow fully spinning her head around making her drop to the cream carpet and leaves her groaning in pain. Walking over to a table Victoria picks up Trish’s woman’s title and places it down on the top of a sofa as she grabs Trish again. The champion howls as Victoria’s has her hair again bending her neck back as she is pulled to her feet. With incredible power Victoria throws Trish back first right into a wall bringing the loudest scream of pain from Trish as her spine connects with wall and the only thing shaken is her vertebrae. Trish slumps down sitting on the floor head resting against the wall as Victoria moves some of the furniture around giving her a clean run up. With an evil grin on her face Victoria walks back then charges forward driving her knee right into the side of Trish’s head. The running knee gains groans from Victoria’s personal audience as Trish’s head was crushed in-between Victoria’s leg and the wall. Dazed and hurt Trish slumps sideways as dusting herself down Victoria picks up the woman’s title and sits down next to Trish.

She looks at the golden belt for a second then pushes it forward rubbing it right in Trish’s face, “Is this what you want huh bitch you want your fucking belt back, the belt you won by sucking and fucking every cock backstage,” Victoria spits.

Rage building up inside Victoria as she pushes and grinds the belt deeper into Trish’s face, “Yeah think being some no talent whore works, think keeping me on Heat so you’re not shown up by a real wrestler will work, think getting me fired from muscle mag will work face it Trish’s I’m better than you I’ve always been better than you.”

It’s the first time since this feud started that Victoria has clearly lose control and is no longer the calm well planned superstar disrupting Trish’s life at every turn.