"Trish, are you sure you know what you're doing?" Lita asked as Trish Stratus walked purposefully through the backstage area.
"Absolutely," Trish replied. "I'm going to get the man that I want."
"But he's married," Lita pointed out. "And he's crazy about his wife and his daughter."
"I know, but I'm crazy about him," Trish retorted. "And I have to let him know."
"Trish! Think about what you're doing!" Lita exclaimed, grabbing Trish's arm and making her stop walking.
"I've thought about it for years, ok?" Trish said, breaking free from Lita's grasp. "I'm done thinking about it and not taking any action!"
"You're going to make a fool of yourself!" Lita said angrily.
"You're the one making a fool of yourself right now," Trish snapped. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and see The Rock."
Lita shook her head as she watched her friend walk away. She doesn't know what she's doing! I tried to stop her but of course she didn't listen to me. She sighed to herself, then turned around and headed to her locker room. I'll just be sure to have that shoulder she needs when she comes back heartbroken...
Trish knocked on The Rock's door.
"Who dares to knock on the door of The Great One when he's just finished his five star match after his long-awaited return from Hollywood?" called The Rock from inside his locker room.
"It's Trish," she called back. "Mind if I come in? I need to talk to you."
The door swung open a minute later to reveal The Rock wearing only a towel. "What is Trish Stratus doing at The Rock's door? Offering him some Poontang Pie?" he joked.
"Maybe," she said, entering the room.
He shut the door and leaned against it, folding his arms across his chest and doing his signature move of raising his eyebrow. "Maybe what?" he asked.
"I came here to be honest with you, Dwayne," she said, looking up at him as she said his real name. "I have feelings for you."
He smiled. "Well, everyone has feelings for The Rock. He's a wrestling superstar, a hotshot Hollywood actor, and a great-looking man."
She sighed. Maybe telling him exactly how she felt would be harder than she'd anticipated.
"Do you remember a couple of years ago when you saved me from Vince McMahon?" she asked, sitting down.
"Did The Rock give you permission to sit down on his couch?" he asked angrily.
"Sorry," she said, quickly standing back up.
"I was only kidding," he said, sitting down and gesturing for her to do the same. "And yes, I remember that."
"And do you remember when I came to thank you and I kissed you on the cheek?"
"And remember when you kissed me back?"
"What are you getting at here, Trish?" he asked curiously. He didn't like the way this conversation was going.
"My point, Dwayne, is that I felt something between us when we kissed. There's this undeniable chemistry between us," she said. "Don't you feel it?"
"Don't be ridiculous, Trish," he said, standing up.
She put her hand on his arm, silently asking him to sit back down. He sat down and looked at her.
"Rock, I'm totally not being ridiculous. I'm crazy about you," she said.
He looked at her with wide eyes...