Chapter 20

As the night was quickly coming to a close, Randy frantically searched the entire arena in search of Trish. Hardly any WWE personnel were left in the building, which worried him even more. Especially considering the fact that she wasn't picking up her cell phone.

"Damn it Trish, answer the phone." He said to himself after another failed call attempt.

Holding tightly to the can of mace he found earlier he thought back to the way in which it seemed Trish was hell bent on some sort of revenge against Shane. He was also starting to wonder if that was the sole reason she decided to come back to the WWE in the first place. Something just didn't seem right with Trish tonight and whatever it was that Randy was feeling, didn't feel good.

"Please Trish, don't do anything stupid. At least not until I find you." Randy muttered to himself as he now ventured down a darkened hallway leading to a series of office doors.

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Trish stood outside the open office door were Shane was and watched as he gathered his things together in preparation for his way back to the hotel. Shane had left Maria to herself in another part of the arena and decided to conduct the rest of his business elsewhere. He had things to do and quite simply couldn't stick around waiting for Maria to finish throwing up. Sex was really all he wanted from her anyway. What she needed to do after that was her business. He'd wait until she had a chance to freshen up before seeing her again, and since he would be leaving in the morning on business, wasn't exactly sure when that would be. At this point it truly wasn't a concern of his. According to Shane, Maria was in his back pocket and he was confident she would be there for him when ever and where ever he needed her to be.

Before walking out the door with his bag, Shane made a quick turn to the bathroom to relieve himself one last time before hitting the road. It was just enough time for Trish to do what she needed to do.

So while Shane's back was turned, Trish hit record on the recording device strapped tightly to her body. Her goal was to once and for all get Shane to admit he had raped her over one year ago. Should things go sour, she at least had mace to deter any aggressive act he may try to commit; or at least she thought she did.

"Damn it! I know I put it in here." She said to herself as she rifled through her bag. "Shit!"

"Is there a problem?" Shane asked as he spotted Trish just outside his door.

Trish looked up frantically to see the smirk on his face. She wondered if at that point she should simply run or stick with her plan.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were spying on me Trish." Shane said, smiling down at the young blond with his arms folded across his chest.

Trish tried desperately to hide her worry. Turning back now would just be silly, she thought to herself. The recorder was on and she may as well get what she came for. A confession.

"Not exactly Shane but I am glad I found you."

Shane raised an eyebrow. Shane wasn't a stupid man and the very fact that Trish would come looking for him after everyone else had left seemed more than a little suspicious.

"Really. Well I've got an early flight to catch in the morning, I really don't have time to rehash any past history with you Trish." Shane replied full of smugness.

Shane glanced down to check out what Trish was wearing and then started on his way, but before he could get very far, Trish reached for his arm and pulled him back.

Shane stopped immediately and smiled as he looked down to see Trish's hand on his arm.

"Seriously Trish, begging doesn't become you. I've already fucked someone three times better than you tonight. I'm really not in the mood." Shane told her now filling his head with ideas that Trish was actually coming on to him.

Trish mocked a smile. He was such a sleaze and it took everything in her power not to vomit at the simple touch of his body. That wouldn't have been the case over a year ago when the two were practically having sex on a daily basis, but a lot of time had gone by since then and no thanks to Shane, Trish was a completely different person.

"I came here for an apology"

Shane laughed.

Apology for what?

"You know what Shane. You know what you did to me, just admit it."

"Let it go Trish." Shane demanded getting closer to her.

"Let it go? YOU ASSHOLE!" Trish screamed and then started throwing punches at Shane randomly, letting them hit where they may. Shane was quick enough to grab her wrists though and all of Trish's efforts had little to no affect.

"You're obsessed Trish. You can't handle the fact that I've moved on and you haven't. Like I said before, if you want me to rape you I will." He replied and then laid his lips onto her forcefully.

Trish struggled to get her hands free but his grip was too tight. Quickly he moved his body forward, backing Trish into the wall behind her. His broad stature now pressed firmly against hers.

"No Shane please don't. Not again." Trish screamed.

While Shane continued to pin her arms to her sides, Trish looked toward the open door hoping that someone, anyone would walk by. If she could escape she would have the proof that she needed. Shane was trying to rape her and all of it was now being recorded.

"God you're beautiful." Shane whispered in Trish's ear, almost making her sick to her stomach.

Then quickly Shane seized both her wrists and held them firmly in one hand, raising her arms above her head all in one motion. With the other hand he slid his fingers up underneath her tightly fitted top, letting his hand run along her stomach and chest.

It was now that Trish really started to panic as she desperately continued to try and wriggle out of his control. Then suddenly, as Shane moved his hand along the small crease of her back, he discovered the small device Trish was trying to hide.

"What do we have here?" He asked as he pulled away from her momentarily and ripped the tape that had held the device away from her body, causing Trish to wince from the pain.

The shocked look on Trish's face told Shane everything he needed to know.

"You are one crazy bitch aren't you?" He asked almost amused by her attempts to 'pin' something on him.

Then raising his hand that held the recording device as if to hit her, he instead smashed the device hard against the wall near her head and let the pieces fall to the floor.

Trish stood practically shaking out of her heels. There was just no telling what Shane would do next.

Shane studied the fearful look on Trish's face. He was enjoying it more than any normal person should. Then smiling at Trish arrogantly, he moved toward her until she could feel his hot breath next to her ear.

"Nice try little girl." He said and then left the room laughing to himself as he turned the corner.

Trish remained in the room still pressed against the wall and breathing heavily. She wanted to be sure it was all over before daring to move. Her eyes scanned the ground where she saw the fragments of her now busted recorder. She had put herself in harm's way all for nothing and cursed herself for being so stupid and desperate. All she needed was for Shane to admit what he had done to her and to see some justice served before moving on with her life. And for a moment, she at least had enough evidence that he had once again forced himself on her against her will. All that now lay in pieces on the floor.

"Trish, oh my God are you okay?" Randy asked as he peaked through the office to find Trish huddled against the wall with her arms wrapped around her.

The sound of Randy's voice at first frightened her until she saw the look of concern on his face. Before Randy could say anything further, Trish fell into his body and buried her face in his chest as she began to cry.

"Randy, I'm such an idiot." Trish sobbed.

Randy placed his arms around her and held the broken diva in a comforting embrace. He at this point was totally oblivious to everything that had just occurred, but did happen to see the broken fragments of the reorder, which only added to his confusion.

"Trish, tell me what happened?" He asked as he cupped her face in his hands and looked her in the eyes.

"I can't Randy. I just want to leave. Please." She begged him.

"Okay, but I want you to stay with me tonight, okay?' He told her.

Trish nodded, wiping away the burning tears from her face. She trusted Randy and quite honestly didn't want to be left alone.

As Trish turned to leave, Randy took one last look at the broken bits of the recorder. Immediately he noticed the memory chip had broken free from the rest of the pieces. So before catching up with Trish he quickly picked up the chip and placed it securely in his pocket.

A/N: Okay, I know I teased a scene between John and Maria in the last chapter, but this scene took a little longer than I thought. The Maria/John scene will be next. As always, thanks for reading and especially leaving me your feedback.