Author's Note: I do not own any of the people in this story except for my original characters. They own themselves. I am not making any money off this story, so don't bother sue me.

Prologue:

Tasha had come to surprise her boyfriend of 5 years, Colby. Colby had finally made it to the main roster of the WWE and had recently won the Money in the Bank match, guaranteeing him a title shot. She had exciting news, their house had finally sold and they would finally be able to do what they had been talking about – Tasha coming out on the road with him. She was excited; it meant she would be able to spend more time with him. She also thought maybe this would mean he might pop the question soon. They had met in high school and been together ever since. She had called the main office to find out what hotel he'd be staying at during their stop in Green Bay, WI. Tasha had been upset to hear that Colby and his former teammates in the Shield weren't really talking since the group disbanded. She really liked Jon and Joe. Colby had told her that his former friends were jealous of his success and were being asses. She didn't think that sounded like them, but success does do strange thing to people. She knocked on the door to the suite that the Authority was sharing. Colby answered the door and couldn't believe what he saw. "What are you doing here?" He said to his girlfriend. He closed the door behind him a little; there was clearly a party going on in the suite.

Tasha wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and kissed him. "Surprise! I came out to see you and spend a few days with you. I also have great news! I'm so happy to see you, Colby. I've really missed you." Her first hint should have been the short kiss he returned, but she was just so happy to be with him.

"You should have called; I could have saved you the trip out, but hey since you're here. Look. This, 'us', isn't working anymore. I mean come on; I'm a WWE superstar now. I've got a title shot coming to me. I've got women throwing themselves at me now. Women that are…well…hotter than you; we had a good thing. I just think I can do much better now. So why don't we just end things and no hard feelings." Colby didn't show any emotion at all, he didn't even seem upset about ending their relationship. Even as Tasha started to cry, his face just read annoyance.

"Wait. You're breaking up with me? Colby, you can't mean that! We've been together for 5 years!" Tasha sobbed in the hallway. What the hell was happening? How did this happy day go so wrong, so quickly? Colby gave her a dismissive look and tried to go back into the hotel suite. Tasha grabbed his arm, "We need to talk about this, Please!" She was shocked when he pulled her forcefully into the room and she received what would be the first of many backhands to her face. She couldn't believe what was happening. He had never even raised his voice at her before today. Why weren't any of these people in the room helping her? They just watched as screamed obscenities, calling her "Slut" and "Bitch" asking why she couldn't take the hint that he didn't want her anymore. Tasha lost track of how much time was actually elapsing as the beating continued. Punches, kicks to her ribs; she knew her face was bleeding, she could taste the blood. Her right eye stung; and the wind had been kicked out of her several times. Mercifully, it reached a point when Tasha felt like she was outside her own body; a bystander watching what was going on. Everything hurt so much it was hard for her to pin point any part of her that didn't throb in pain. The attack stopped for a moment and Tasha thought he'd finally let her leave; if she could manage to leave on her own. It only took seconds to realize it wasn't over; it was going to get worse! What happened from there; she only saw flashes and blips, the event so traumatic that her brain kicked in to protect her. Hands everywhere; complete strangers; laughing and cheering. All the while her mind just screaming; "WHY?" Finally, as the last man climbed off her, Tasha felt her clothes being thrown at her. A once loving voice now filled with hatred, "Get out of here slut! Don't even think of reporting this to the cops; I have powerful people in my corner now!"

Tasha managed to put her clothes back on for the most part; what she couldn't she shoved into her purse. Barely able to stand much less walk; she grabbed her long coat and wrapped it around herself as she stumbled down the hallway. Her mind racing; where was she going to go? She took her cell phone out and dialed her friend Natalya. "Nattie, it's Tasha. Yeah, it has been a little while. Listen, you don't happen to know where Jon and Joe are staying do you." Tasha tried to keep her voice from shaking and she got the information she needed. "No. Everything is fine, I just saw they took a beating the other night and wanted to go say hi. Um…sure, maybe we can get together; I'll see what our schedule looks like and call you. Thanks, Nattie." Tasha hung up and got to her car without anyone noticing the shape she was in. She headed for the Hilton that was 3 minutes away and prayed Jon would be at the room. She arrived at the hotel and realized she'd have to go through the lobby. She knew the coat would cover the injuries to her body; but how to cover her face. After a few minutes of trying to focus, she remembered the sun hat she had in her back seat from vacation. That was big and should cover her face as long as she looked down. She put it on and made her way inside. It was a struggle at this point to walk; walking straight was even more difficult. She weakly hit the button to the elevator and went upstairs. She had to hold onto the wall going down the hallway; she was in bad shape and knew it. Just a little further; one step at a time, she knocked on the suite door and silently prayed. She had never been so relieved in her life, then when Jon opened the suite door.

At first, Jon didn't recognize the oddly dressed woman at the door. It wasn't until she said his name that he realized it was Tasha. "Hey! I didn't know you were coming to town; not that Colby would tell Joe and I shit anyways. Ok…I give, what's up with the floppy hat?" Jon laughed as he grabbed the hat off her head. He laughed right up until she looked up at him. "SHIT! What the hell happened Tasha?" He was just about to question her more; but he saw her going down. Catching her before she hit the floor, he yelled for his friend, "Joe…Joe I need some help! It's Tasha!" Joe came out of his room to see what all the yelling was for and he spotted his friend holding up the semi-unconscious body of the woman who had become like a younger sister to him.

"What the hell?" Joe ran to help his friend carry Tasha to Jon's bed. Her face bloody and bruised; taking off the jacket revealed the bruising on her arms and legs. "We need to call Colby and tell him what's happened!" He was about to leave the bedside when a hand grabbed his arm. It was Tasha, grabbing at him for dear life.

"No Colby!" Tasha managed to whisper right before passing out.