The scene opened in the backstage interview area. An EBWF backdrop came into frame and Trish Stratus stood beside Renee Young, who held a microphone. The crowd could be heard in the background buzzing with anticipation. Renee smiled politely as the camera zoomed in.
Renee Young: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a first ballot Hall of Famer, former Women’s Champion, and one of the most iconic superstars in EBWF history… Trish Stratus!
The crowd inside TD Garden erupted with cheers as Trish stepped confidently into frame. She was dressed in sleek ring gear with a custom leather jacket, the Queen of the Ring logo stitched into the shoulder. Her smile was forced, and her eyes burn with intensity.
Trish Stratus: Take a look at the only true queen. Tonight… I step into the ring in the opening round of Queen of the Ring. A tournament that’s about more than crowns and thrones and cute little hashtags. For me? It’s about making a statement. A Stratusfying one.
She smirked, cocking her head.
Trish Stratus: Now let’s get this out of the way—Himeka? You’re a wild card. Strong, physical, and I’ll give you credit: you’re not here to play nice. But tonight? You’re stepping into the ring with someone who wrote the playbook on making history in women’s wrestling. So don’t take this personally… it’s just business. And I don’t really have the patience for you being in mine. For you? Well, this is unfortunately going to be a case of wrong place, wrong time. And I’m not even going to feel a little sorry about it.
Himeka, you’re part of a movement that is making the EBWF Women’s Division the best division in this industry, in any promotion, in any country on this planet. But you’re looking at the one who paved the way. I crawled so Alexa Bliss could walk, and then I walked so you and every other woman who came here from Japan could run. I’m not done yet, Himeka, and you’re going to learn that the hard way here tonight.
She turned slightly toward Renee, but her expression darkened.
Trish Stratus: But then there’s Alexa Bliss. I’m almost impressed. Almost. You’ve spent the better part of the last few years playing mind games, dressing up your delusions, and pretending you’re something you’re not. You’ve also spent the better part of the last few years avoiding me. Pretending like we could coexist but just not cross paths? You thought all your scheming and backstabbing would actually get you somewhere? Alexa, let’s be real—there’s nothing original about you.
You’ve given yourself a lot of nicknames over the years here in EBWF. Cute. I was building legacies when you were watching from the cheap seats. I’ve headlined, I’ve carried, I’ve changed the damn industry… and you’re still out here trying to prove you belong.
Trish stepped closer to the camera, intensity rising with every word.
Trish Stratus: You blindsided me. You mocked me. You got in my face and you tried to rewrite my story. But tonight? That ends. Because when that bell rings, I’m not here for nostalgia. I’m here to shut you up. I’m here to take that smug little grin off your face and remind you—and the whole damn locker room—who the standard is.
She paused for a moment, eyes focused and voice dropping into a steely tone.
Trish Stratus: Queen of the Ring isn’t about crowns. It’s about legacy. And tonight, I show the world why mine is untouchable. Alexa? Himeka? You’re looking at royalty.
She flicked her hair, stepped back, and flashed one last confident smirk.
Trish Stratus: Get ready for a little… Stratusfaction.
She turned and walked off screen, leaving Renee speechless as the camera faded out to a roar from the Boston crowd.
A Stratisfying Round One
A Stratisfying Round One
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