A/N: This was a request.

I decided to post it now instead of Tuesday night since I will be working at that time at Miller Park, and I don't think I'm really going to have any other updates ready to be posted.

"TRISH!" Mickie squealed, seeing one of her good friends and heroes standing in the hallway. She ran over to her and nearly knocked her over in a huge hug. "I didn't know you were coming tonight! You didn't tell me. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?!"

"Whoa, Mickie," Trish giggled, returning the hug. "It was kind of a last minute thing. I really only found out about an hour before hand. Vince let me show up tonight to promote my new yoga studio. Trust me; if I knew beforehand, you would have been the first person I'd have called."

"Does this mean you're coming back?" Mickie asked anxiously. "I'm not going to lie. You were my favorite opponent ever. Do you have any idea what it's like to wrestle your hero? Please come back, Trish. Did you hear the fan's reaction when they saw you on screen? You HAVE to come back for the sake of the women's division."

"Mickie, this is a one time thing. You know I loved my time here and I love the business, but it's time for me to move on. No one wants to see me anymore. I'm old news. It's time for other," Trish said, with a nod towards Mickie, "female wrestlers to get recognition for once. I'm not the best there was, nor am I the best there ever will be. They'll forget about me soon enough. Hell, I'm surprised they even remembered me now."

"Don't be stupid, Trish. Everyone loves you! I just wish that—"

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Shawn Michaels said sarcastically and jokingly, approaching Trish and putting his arm around her. "How have you been, doll face?"

"It's great to see you too, Shawn," Trish laughed, hugging the older man. "I've been great. My yoga studio is really coming along nicely. But…I've been watching, Shawn, and I'm worried. I don't know if I can say the same positive things about you. Is your knee really injured? It's hard to tell with you…"

"Yeah, it's sore and all. It ain't what it used to be, let me tell you. But I'll be fine. I always have been and always will be. George Washington ain't chopping down this cherry tree just yet," Shawn explained, lightly rubbing the knee that was in question. He then turned to Trevor Murdoch who had been standing there in awe of Trish since their promo had ended. "Trevor, my boy! You've got a nice set of pipes on you. It's a shame about what creative is doing for you now, breaking you and Lance Cade up and all. You've got talent that I don't want to see go to waste. I'm going to put a little word in with creative, if you don't mind. We don't need another lame Santino Marella gimmick running around, if you catch my drift."

"Thank you, Mr. Michaels, I really—"

"Shawn, please," Shawn said, informing Trevor to use his first name when addressing him. "Mr. Michaels makes me feel old."

"Yes, sir. I will do my best," Trevor said before leaving, nodding to Trish and Mickie on his way out.

"He's such a nice guy," Mickie sighed.

"What, do you like him or something? Maybe I should put in a good word with you about him," Shawn joked.

"Yeah, and you two were almost an item in the storylines…" Trish added.

"Um, hi? I'm engaged to Kenny," Mickie said, her eyes widening.

"I know, Mickie, we're only kidding," Trish said, patting Mickie on the shoulder. "Randy! John! Over here!" Trish called to the other side of the hallway, spotting Randy Orton and John Cena. The two friends walked over to the other three.

"Whoa, Stratus, what are you doing here?" John asked, hugging his former coworker.

"Advertising for my yoga studio," Trish said, deciding to be honest about it.

"Wow, way to use your WWE fame to make a few bucks," Randy said as a joke, taking his turn in hugging Trish.

"Thanks, Randy, it's great to see you, too," Trish said, rolling her eyes.

"Please, no canoodling in the hallways. This is a professional business," a snooty voice demanded from behind the group. All five of them turned around and came face to face with Shane McMahon. "You know, I could have you all suspend—Trish! My father didn't tell me you were coming tonight."

"Oh, hi, Shane," Trish muttered, stepping closer to Shawn.

"Is there a reason that you decided to bestow your beauty upon us tonight?"

"Um, Shane? I have to go home now…I told my husband that I wouldn't be gone for long. We have some last minute touch ups to do on the yoga studio…" Trish explained before sneaking out from behind the group and heading out of the building.

"Awkward…" Shane said. "Don't you all have somewhere to be?"

The four remaining Superstars looked at one another and shrugged. They all followed Trish's path away from Shane and decided to try and catch up to her before she left.

"Father needs to know about this…" Shane mused to himself before heading to his father's office.

A/N: And welcome to story number sixty! Yeah, it would me like wayyy more, but I deleted ones that I knew I would never finish…