It's Trish Stratus!

A familiar, charming giggle rang out through the arena and the crowd cheered once again as Trish Stratus walked out onto stage. The diva of the decade was resplendent in a lovely black evening gown that covered just enough of her own large cleavage to let people’s imagination soar. Trish flicked her long blond hair and gave everyone in the crown a huge smile, her teeth sparkling white and she ran through her signature pose on each side of the stage, raising one finger into the air while Torrie and Stacy rolled their eyes.

As Trish walked down the ramp to the join the others a video played on the big screen of an interview that Josh Mathews had managed to get with Trish earlier in the night. It opened with a flustered Josh Mathews being asked to help Trish with her zipper, which he managed to make one of the most awkward thing that had ever been seen before he asked Trish how she felt about her opponents that night.

“My opponents? Well what can I say about Torrie? She is just a Trish Stratus wannabe, Stacy Keibler? Well the less said about her the better. The only woman I am worried about is the one who beat me for my championship, and as soon as she is out of this match, then taking home the gold will be just a matter of time."

When Trish reached the poolside she just looked about at the first two of her opponents and smirked to herself while the audience cheered her name. Torrie and Stacy both turned their bickering to Trish who ignored them before swinging one leg over the ridged side of the pool and stepping into the water to more cheers from the crowd, who as much as they loved her, wouldn’t deny that they would have loved to see her in her lingerie that night. After a moment of hesitation, Stacy went to follow Trish into the pool, right up until Torrie gave her a huge push from behind. Stacy went head over heels and crashed into the water in a huge splash, emerging a few seconds later fuming and flailing as she thrashed in anger at her sudden entrance to the water.