A Week Later

Jon, Joe and Tasha arrived at the arena the evening of their first day back on the road. They were all very aware that Colby was also somewhere in the arena. Tasha had met with a great counselor earlier that day who had taught her some great relaxation techniques. She was using one of them now to keep from hyperventilating; it was stressful knowing today might be the day she run into him. The two guys turned the corner to get to their locker room and stopped suddenly; Tasha who didn't notice the stop ran right into the wall of muscle in front of her. "Christ! What the...," before she could finish her sentence she looked in front of them. Colby stood there with Glen and Paul; the three men turned when they heard her curse. Tasha's heart stopped beating; well that's what it felt like anyways, she felt paralyzed. Her stomach turned as she watched Colby smirk at her.

"Wow Tasha; I dump your ass less than a month ago and you're already drooling over my former best friends. Classy; but it definitely proves I was right about you, slut." Colby growled. The sudden lurch forward caught his attention. Jon had started forward to get Colby; but Joe held him back. Colby laughed; "Yeah, that's what I thought. Neither of you want a piece of me." Colby was about to hurl another insult at the group but two local cops stepped in front of him.

"Are one of you gentlemen Colby Lopez?" the first cop questioned the three men; looking them all over.

"I'm Colby Lopez officer; but I don't really have time for autographs right now, I have a match to get to." He smiled and produced the same charm he would with any fan. The smile quickly faded as the second cop went behind him and started dragging an arm around to cuff him. "What do you think you're doing? Let go of me!"

"Colby Lopez; you're under arrest for the physical and sexual assault of Ms. Tasha Reynolds. You have the right to remain silent; anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney to be present at the time of questioning; if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you by the state…," the first cop continued reading off Colby's Miranda rights. Colby sputtered the entire time; struggling with the cop trying to cuff him.

"BITCH! YOU LYING BITCH! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS! NO ONE IS GOING TO BELIEVE YOU; YOU LYING SLUT!" Colby screamed at her. Everyone who had been walking through the hallway stopped and was staring at the commotion. Paul stepped up to the first cop and said something that Tasha couldn't hear. The cop produced a paper and showed it to Paul; once he looked it over he calmly handed it back to the cop and stepped away from the group. "Paul! You need to get the company lawyer for me; she's lying…I never touched her; she's just pissed because I broke up with her!" The panic in Colby's voice was evident, he knew he was at least getting booked and questioned.

"They have an arrest warrant Colby; I can't keep them from taking you! As for the company attorneys; they only work for the company, not the superstars. I would suggest you don't say anything else until you get yourself an attorney!" Paul looked at him.

"This is fucking ridiculous! I don't have to force myself on anyone! I have girls lining up down the street! She's just being a vindictive bitch!" He screamed again.

Tasha had heard enough; she snapped, before either man in front of her knew it she had pushed them aside like they weighed nothing at all. She got maybe 3 or 4 steps away from him and lit in, "Guess what Colby? I'm not scared of you or your scumbag friends! I made sure the hospital did a rape kit; you know what that means, you stupid piece of shit? DNA! I'm going to make sure you go to prison; then, I'm going to make sure as many of your friends who took a turn raping me to go to prison with you! You should have made sure you killed me that morning, asshole! You're a small man Colby; and I don't mean your height! Go ahead; threaten me again, like you did as I was trying to limp out of that hotel suite! Let Paul here listen to tell me again how he and the company were going to protect your rapist ass! No? Nothing? Jon was right; the company isn't going to protect you! As it is their going to be dragged into court because they paid for that suite; I'm guessing even if they don't find enough evidence to send you to prison, you won't have your precious job anymore! Have fun rotting in your cell; the only title you'll be holding for a while will be the title of 'Prison Bitch'!" She spat back with fire in her eyes. Jon and Joe were getting a little concerned she might actually take a swing at him and started to pull her back. "Let go of me; I'm done with him, he's not worth anymore of my time today! See you in court!" Tasha backed off and slammed the door to Jon and Joe's locker room open, storming in.

Jon smirked, "Damn Colby! I'd say she not only had you by the balls; but she damn near just tore 'em off and shoved them down your throat!" He nudged Joe and followed his very pissed off girlfriend. They entered their locker room to find Tasha pacing trying to calm down. He knew it wasn't a wise idea; but he decided to joke with her anyways, "Hey killer! Feeling better?" He took a cautious step back. Joe decided he would just take a seat on the couch.

"Actually; I do feel a little better. I at least feel like I put up more of a fight than I was able to that day." Tasha responded after her breathing slowed. "Sorry I plowed right through you both…damn! It was like going through a brick wall." Tasha gave them a half smile.

"Joe? Do me a favor would you? Remind me at a later date why I shouldn't forget an anniversary or a birthday. At the very least, be sure to look for my body if I come up missing!" Jon grinned and pulled her to him. "You want a job? I'm pretty sure after that, Paul would hire you just to keep the two of us out of trouble!" He hugged and kissed her. Their public display of affection was cut short by a knock on the locker room door and Paul's head carefully poking in. "Don't worry Paul; I think you're safe." Jon chuckled.

"Tasha. I just wanted you to know that if we had known; he would have been out of here immediately. I'm sorry that it happened to you; if you need anything, you let me know and we'll take care of it. Of course, he is allowed his day in court; but until then, he's suspended from the roster without pay. I'm going to meet with Vince; but I'm going to say it's pretty safe to assume, he'll be fired regardless of the trial outcome. You two ok to compete; or would you prefer to take a personal day?"

"We're good I think. Now that he's out of the building; everyone can breathe and relax." Jon answered for the two of them. "You good sweetheart?"

"I'm good babe! Get out there do your job." She smirked. Jon chuckled in response.