Quietly the pigtailed platinum blonde sat in the Diva locker room, her brown eyes scanning her surroundings warily, as she tried to avoid becoming a target, being picked on yet again.

It's not that she was afraid, so much as she was afraid of what she'd do to the person who finally pushed her too far. Because since she joined the show 2 years prior, she'd been bullied, ganged up on, pranked in cruel and unusual ways and lately, she was starting to have a harder time surpressing her rage.

She knew she was going to completely snap soon, she could feel it. And she didn't want to, because the last time she snapped...

Let's just say that 3 years of her teenage life behind the white walls of an asylum hadn't been kind to her. Even then there'd been bullies, there'd been people stupid enough to push her. And her anger was hard to stop once it manifested itself.

But none of her co stars knew that. She'd managed to get that part of her private life locked away securely, or at least she thought she had, and she hadn't even mentioned it when she'd written her bio on her application. There really hadn't been a need, and she really, really wanted to do this.

Since she'd been maybe 8, not that she could really remember all that well, she'd wanted to be a wrestler. She'd watched the show loyally, and she had her favorites back then, in brother duo, Brothers of Destruction.

She even used to go to sleep at night and wish that her father was a strong silent man like Undertaker. She never could explain why, but she'd just always felt safer when the television was on, and she was watching Undertaker and Kane, or some of the other fighters of that time.

At least then, she could block out the sounds of fucking and fighting that surrounded her in the brothel she grew up in.

At least in her fantasy world, noone ever hurt her, or her mother, and she didn't get to see just how ugly life was.

The snapping of fingers and the roar of laughter had her snapping her head up, drawing out of her own thoughts to see what was going on, only to find Eve Torres and Beth Phoenix standing in front of her as they talked about her, as if she weren't even sitting there, in front of them.

She tried shrugging it off like she normally did after giving them a creepy empty stare, but something within her tonight just wouldn't let her do that.

Before she realized what she'd done, she'd twisted Beth's arm behind her back and slammed the much bigger woman up against a locker as her voice came out cold, whisper quiet and dripping with sarcasm as she said " At least when someone looks at me, they can distinguish whether I'm male or female." before grabbing her hair, slamming the woman's face off the locker door repeatedly.

The blood stained the door, and finally Layla and Alicia managed to get the smaller, frail looking platinum blonde female out of the locker room, and then calmed down , and Beth to the medic.

But Victoria saw the looks, she knew what they were all thinking.

'Freak'

'Basketcase'

With a small sigh, she grabbed her gear bag and walked out of the room, down the hallway and into the parking garage, sitting down on the cold concrete, as she rested her head in her hands, bit her lip afraid she'd pushed it too far.

There was no turning back now, she'd been pushed beyond her absolute brink and then some in the past two years.

After a few deep breaths, and a brisk walk around the parking garage in the cold night air, she walked back into the backstage area, and right away, Mr. McMahon sought her out, grim look on his face as he held open his office door for her.

He slid the folder across the desk to her, and then said while coughing to clear his throat, " I'm assuming tonight is another episode like those in your records?"

"How did you get this?"

" I have my ways. I've actually had these, the entire time. And I have to say, this is some interesting background you have here." as he read aloud one of her "doctors" observations:

The patient has trouble remembering why she came here, or what she did to be recommended to our hospital. Upon further inspection, we have noticed that she also lacks memories from the ages of approx 6 to 8. She has nightmares, she doesn't do well with people, and she seems afraid of everyone around her.

Earlier in the cafeteria, a few of the other patients ganged up on her and attacked her, and the girl went mad, became surprisingly violent.

It is possible that she might have PTSD. Beyond tonight's manifestion of rage, she seems calm and lucid any other time.

" I don't know what you're getting at, Mr. McMahon, but I am not about to exploit my past for the world to see, just so you get even richer." Victoria said calmly as she looked at him, her eyes pleading with him not to make her into some kind of monster.

All she was was a broken girl, trying to pick up the pieces of her life, and live her dream. And now, with her boss knowing this about her, there was simply no telling what the man would do to exploit it.

" I'm not asking you to do that. I'm just thinking that you have all this anger, you should use it." Vince replied thoughtfully, watching her brown eyes as his words sank in, hit their required mark.

"What..What do you mean?" Victoria asked as she twisted a strand of platinum hair around her fingertip.

"We're putting you into a main event match tonight, not the usual dark match. Think you feel up to it, after what just happened?" Vince asked, studying the girl intently, smirking.

"Against who?"

"Against Beth Phoenix. People saw the attack earlier, now people are curious to see you in action. It's trending on Twitter, as we speak."

"But... What if I don't want to?" Victoria asked as she bit her lip, fell silent, thinking quietly to herself. She was just too afraid she'd never be able to reign in the anger.

" I can find someone else to fight against you, but we're still moving you into a main event match. It's good for business." Vince remarked as he looked at the blonde.

"But what about me? What if it's not good for me?" Victoria insisted as Vince dismissed her and said simply, firmly, "It's done. Now go get ready for your match."

Victoria walked out of the office, and down to catering, grabbing a bottled water, sitting at her usual far off table, biting her lip, studying the surface of the table intently, when a voice spoke above her, right next to her ear.

"I happen to agree with my buddy Punk. I dig crazy chicks." Brad Maddox said with a quiet smirk as he sat down next to her.

Victoria flinched away and grumbled, "Get lost, Maddox."

"Ah ah ah. If I were you, I'd be nice to me, right now." Maddox taunted as his hand reached out, trailed slowly across her cheek.

Victoria gulped, as the flashes of times like this in the past flooded her subconcious. She tried to keep the fear, the anger down, and she kept quiet, just hoping he'd go away. But instead, he settled into his seat and then said casually, " So you were in an asylum."

" So you were listening at the door. Maddox, if you tell anyone anything you heard, I swear to God, what I did to Beth will be nothing compared to what I do to you." Victoria said as she looked up, eyeing him in anger, loathing.

Brad raised a brow and laughed, grabbing her raised hand and twisting her wrist. "No, now what you want to do, is be nice to me.. Or I'll break into McMahon's office and take that file, make copies of it and pass them out to everyone backstage."

Victoria bit her lip and then said quietly, " Go ahead. It won't be the first time that someone's used this against me when it came out. But know this.. I will never degrade myself by sleeping with you or pretending to be your girlfriend, or whatever it is you want. It doesn't matter what you do to me, because that will never happen."

Brad growled and gripped her wrist tighter. "You will."

" Go to hell." Victoria muttered as she brought her fork up and jabbed into the hand that was holding her wrist so tightly that it felt like it'd snap at any moment.

Brad yelped and then Victoria leaned in and said with a quiet and cold almost evil smirk, "Oops.. I guess that was just the moment of temporary insanity." before getting up, walking out of the catering area in anger.

What had she managed to get herself into? She didn't want major spotlight, she'd been content to just keep fighting dark matches, to be honest.

But now, it looked like everything was about to change, and none of the changes would be good. And this had the platinum blonde beyond anxious in a scared way already.

She wasn't an Eve or an AJ who thrived on attention and demanded it. She just wanted to live her life, pursue her dream in peace. And now, thanks to her finally having too much earlier, it looked like whether she wanted the attention or not, she was getting it.

Not only from the show, but now, apparently from the creep the locker room known as Brad Maddox.

Her mind spun as she tried to think of a way out of this jam she'd managed to land herself in.