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Chapter 21: Brutality

Trish and John stop outside of his hotel room. It was midnight, and John had successfully defeated Cody Rhodes in the main event of Raw.

Trish: I'm gonna go back to my hotel room John, I'm pretty tired. (John nods and gives her a kiss.)

John: Good night.

Trish: Good night. (He gives her another quick peck before going into his room. Trish sighs and walks down the hall going to her room. She was tired, and just wanted to sleep. She slides her keycard through the slot on the right of her door just as her cell phone rings. She sighs and pulls it out of her pocket. "Randy?")

Trish: Hello?

Randy: Hey Trish.

Trish: What?

Randy: Can you come to my room?

Trish: For what?

Randy: I just... I need someone to talk to. I have no one. Everyone hates me. I just need a friend. (Trish feels bad for him.)

Trish: Alright. I'll be right over. (They hang up. "Poor Randy. I kinda feel bad for him." Trish opens her hotel room door and tosses her gym bag in before closing it again. A couple minutes later, Randy smirks as he hears a knock on his door. He opens it up to see the exact person he was expecting. He makes sure to have his saddest and pathetic look he could make stowed upon his face.)

Randy: Come in. (Randy steps aside, and motions for Trish to come in. She eyes him cautiously, not trusting him. "John wouldn't like that too much.")

Trish: I don't know...

Randy: It'll be fine. I just need someone to talk to. (Trish looks at Randy and sees the saddest set of eyes she's ever seen. She crosses her arms against her chest, and feels the lump still to the side of her boob against her skin. Mace. She always carried mace in her bra no matter where she went. She crossed her arms to not make it obvious that she was checking for something. She takes a deep breathe and goes in. Randy closes the door behind her and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. He pats the spot next to him and Trish wearily joins him, making sure not to get too close.)

Trish: What is it? (Randy's bottom lip starts quivering.)

Randy: I'm lonely. (Tears start pouring out of his eyes catching Trish off guard. Was he really crying?)

Randy: Everybody hates me. And the only person who didn't, I pushed away. (He grabs her hand and holds it as he tugs on her arm.)

Randy: I'm sorry Trish. I'm sorry. Will you find it in your heart to forgive me? (Trish blinks her eyes several times, trying to figure this all out. She was still shocked that he was crying.)

Randy: Please? I'm begging you. I need you to be my girl again. I'll stop messing around with everyone. I'll be a one woman man. (He brings her hand to his lips and kisses it gently.)

Randy: I need you Trish. I love you. (Even more shock rushes over her as she brings her eyes away from his face. She couldn't look him in the eyes.)

Randy: I'm madly in love with you. I don't see myself with anyone else but you. (He grabs her face in his hands and pulls her into a kiss. She puts her hands on his chest and pushes him away.)

Trish: What are you doing? (She stands up and wipes her mouth.)

Randy: I love you. (Trish looks at him wide-eyed, and creeped out.)

Randy: Say it back. (Trish shakes her head no.)

Trish: No. (Randy starts breathing heavy like he's hyperventilating and cries even harder, this time releasing pouting sounds.)

Randy: I'm never good enough. (He buries his face in his hands and continues to sob to the horror of Trish. She had absolutely no clue how to deal with this. She had the feeling that she should just leave now.)

Trish: I'm tired. I'm gonna go... (She turns to leave but Randy jumps to his feet and grabs her hand.)

Randy: No. Don't leave. You're never gonna leave me. (She tries to pull away from him but he tightens his grip on her.)

Trish: Let me go. (He places his hand over her mouth.)

Randy: Shh. You'll wake the others. (He looks around like a spy, and Trish becomes scared. She knew he was up to no good. She tries pulling away once again but he pulls her against his stomach and keeps his hand over her mouth.)

Randy: Don't fight it. (He takes his hand off her mouth and smiles.)

Randy: You know you want it Trish.

Trish: You're crazy. (She tries getting away again, but he squeezes her wrist tightly, hurting her.)

Trish: Randy...

Randy: Come on Trish. (He places her hand between his legs and bites his lip.)

Randy: You know you want this. (She once again pulls away only to be kept confined.)

Randy: Stop fighting it. I see that hickey on your neck. You're quite the slut now aren't you, Trish? (He seems to be taunting her, and she's becoming increasingly worried.)

Trish: Fuck you.

Randy: Ok.. (He grabs both of her hands and forces her onto the bed back first and lays on her as he holds her hands above her head against the mattress. She squirms to get away but he presses himself harder against her putting his entire 245 pounds on her, trapping her. He presses his lips against hers hard, swallowing her screams and pleas for help. He grips both of her wrists in one of his hands and quickly places his other hand against her mouth, keeping her from screaming.)

Randy: Come on Trisha. It's not hard. Just open your legs. I know you did it for John. Just fuck me, and you finished up Fusion. (She shakes her head no, trying to deny it.)

Randy: Don't deny it bitch. I know you fucked him, I'm not stupid. Don't fucking lie to me. It's not like you haven't done this a million times before. (Trish spits in his face, and he becomes enraged. He takes his hand off of her mouth and punches her straight in the mouth as hard as he can. He grits his teeth as he wraps both of his hands around her neck and squeezes. Trish starts coughing and pulls on his hands to pry them off, but he was too big and strong. And with his anger added to the equation, she was completely helpless.)

Randy: Who the fuck do you think you are! (He squeezes even harder making her cough some more. He takes one hand off of her neck and socks her in the side of the face three times. He sees the pain and terror written all over her face and eyes.)

Randy: You brought this upon yourself you stupid selfish bitch! (He slaps her across the face.)

Randy: You'll fuck John but not me! Huh! (He tightens his grip on her neck, cutting off all of her oxygen. Randy pulls at her shirt and rips it on the left side, exposing her bra.)

Randy: That motherfucker has nothing on me! You hear me! NOTHING! (He pulls her off the bed and slams her hard against the wall and watches as her face turns from red to a reddish-purple as her feet dangle inchesw above the floor as he continues strangling her against the wall.)

Randy: Don't you ever fuck with me again! (He tosses her to the floor hard and watches her grip her throat coughing, trying to get oxygen back in her lungs. John sits up in his bed startled by the loud thumping sound.)

John: What the Hell was that? (He looks around his room and listens intently, but doesn't hear anything else. He lays back down in bed. Randy stands over her with a heaving chest as he listens closely for any signs of anyone out in the hallway. Trish hit the floor pretty hard and he didn't want to get caught. Once he's sure that no one heard it, he continues his assault. He sprawls himself over her prone body and repeatedly strikes her with left and rights. She tries her best to protect her face with her hands, but it wasn't doing much to prevent anything.)

Randy: Don't you ever in your fucking life play me like a fool! (He kicks her in the stomach and she wrenches into a ball out of pain.)

Randy: Fucking whore! (He kicks her again then grabs her by the chin and yanks her to eye level as he leans on one knee.)

Randy: You're dead! You hear me! DEAD! (He rams the back of her head against the floor and watches as her eyes slowly close as she fades into unconsciousness. He stands up and eyes her with his cold, evil eyes.)

Randy: Stupid cunt. (He spits on her as he storms from the battered body and goes out on the balcony. He looks over the edge, then back at Trish, and back over the edge again. "I'm raping her dumbass, then she's going over this fucking edge." Randy looks back over the railing, a 10 story fall. He knew that Trish would die on impact, no questions asked, and that's exactly what he wanted. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He lights one up, and takes a puff.)

Randy: What a pathetic stupid broad. (He takes a long puff of his cancer stick. He blows the smoke out and watches as it disappears against the dark night. "This is gonna look like suicide." He glances over the edge once more confidently. He takes one last puff and rubs the end against the cement railing putting it out. Trish forces her eyes open, and a sense of desperation kicks in. "He's gonna kill me." Trish slowly reaches up and slides her hand under her bra. Her entire body was aching from The Viper's assault. She pulls her mace out and tucks it in her hand to conceal it as she hears his footsteps edging her way. She closes her eyes to make him think she was still out cold. He looks down at her and shakes his head out of disgust.)

Randy: You just had to spit in my face didn't you? You couldn't have just spread your legs like you usually do right? You had to be a bitch about it. This is what you get. (He wraps his hands in her hair preparing to yank her from the floor by it. With a courageous jerk of her arm, she successfully sprays Randy's face full of the burning poison unexpectedly. He immediately lets her drop back to the floor and rubs at his burning eyes.)

Randy: Ah! (He coughs as he inhales it and it burns his throat and lungs. Trish wills herself to the door through all of her pain and unlocks it. Randy rushes up behind her and puts his hand over her mouth and his hand to her throat.)

Randy: Move and I'll snap your fucking neck. (Trish stops moving and closes her eyes, knowing Randy would do it. She swallows hard, knowing she would be screwed either way. Taking a huge risk, she swings her leg up backwards, and connects right between his legs with her calf. He lets go of her and falls to his knees in pain. Trish sprays him once more in the face with her mace and he starts writhing in pain on the floor. Trish jerks the door open and stumbles down the hall in pain. She grips her side not able to breathe because her ribs were hurting so bad.)

Trish: Ow. (She grunts in pain some more as she slowly trudges down the hall and stops against a door. She raises her arm, barely, and knocks twice. This took all of her energy and she could feel her knees beginning to buckle. The door opens just as she collapses. John catches her in his arms with widened eyes of horror, worry and shock.)

John: Trish? (He swoops her up in his arms and brings her almost lifeless body into his hotel room and lays her on his bed.)

John: Trish? (He's frantic and taps the side of her face trying to get her to come to.)

John: Trish? (She keeps her eyes shut but grunts out in pain. He's a bit relieved to hear this, but is growing increasingly worried. She was only gone for about twenty minutes and this is how she returned? Beaten and battered.)

John: Trish? (He brushes the hair out her already bruising face with trembling fingers.)

John: Say something.

Trish: John?

John: Yeah. (Trish sucks in between her teeth in pain. John examines her face and sees the welts, bumps and bruises already beginning to form. Her lip was badly busted and her nose was bleeding as well.)

John: What the Hell happened? (Trish grunts from pain again.)

Trish: Randy...

John: Randy. Of course. (John grits his teeth as hatred fills his heart.)

John: What kind of man does this? (Trish coughs and John feels helpless. It killed him seeing her like this. He notices red marks all over her neck and realizes Randy was strangling her. John sighs and closes his eyes, fighting back tears. He knew he could have lost her easily. Randy could have killed her and John knows this. John swallows hard fighting back the lump in his throat and clears his throat.)

John: I'll be right back. (He climbs off the bed and goes into the bathroom. He grabs a washcloth, a cup of water, and a Tylenol. He comes back to Trish's side and pulls her lip down and puts the pill in her mouth.)

John: This is Tylenol. (He places the cup to her lips and tilts it back slightly, allowing her to drink some water to down the pill. He places the cup on the dresser and looks down at her. She still hasn't opened her eyes, and he knows this is because of the immense pain. John wants to kill Randy for what he's done.)

John: Let me clean you up. (He places the warm washcloth damp from warm water on her face and cleans the blood from her lip and nose. Blood from her lip and nose was spattered a little over her entire face. John just now notices her ripped shirt and comes to conclude Randy was trying to sexually assaulting her as well as beating the Hell out of her. A bruising impression formed on the inside of her cleavage from where Randy's fingers dug in to rip her shirt, catches John's attention. More sorrow creeps into his heart. John tosses the blood ridden rag to the floor and wraps her up in his arms in an embrace. He feels her body begin to shake and he knows she's crying against his shoulder.)

John: Shh, shh, shh. I got you. It's gonna be alright. (He was trying to calm her down but she was hysterical.)

John: I got you. (Her grip around his broad shoulders tightens as he rubs his hand up and down between her shoulder blades trying to comfort her. He holds her tight because that's all he could do at this point.)

Trish: Oh my God... (She cries even harder.)

John: Shh. (He pats her on the back. She tries pulling away from him, but he holds her tight.)

John: It's me Trish. It's ok. You're safe now. I got you. (Slowly, her crying subsides and John is finally able to get her to calm down.)

John: What happened Trish?

Trish: Randy asked me to come to his room because he was sad and so I went and he just... (Trish starts crying again and John holds her even tighter. He didn't need her to explain herself any further. He knew exactly what happened. "Randy must have wanted to sleep with her and she denied him and he flipped. What a low life, pathetic, piece of shit.")

John: I know Trish. I know. It's ok. (John turns his head slightly and gives her a quick kiss on the cheek. He pulls out of the hug and looks at her tenderly, with a slight hint of worry in eyes.)

John: It's alright. I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere. Ok? (Trish nods slightly.)

John: Come on. (He rests his back against the headboard of the large bed and wraps Trish in his arms as she places her head directly over his heart. He can feel her entire body trembling, and more anger gets installed in his heart. This wasn't the first time he felt her trembling, but this time he didn't like it. The previous times she was trembling under him, from joy. From the joy and pleasure he was giving to her. He knew the reason why she was shaking this time, and it wasn't because of him. It was because of Randy. Trish was extremely shaken up and John feels like leaving Trish here and going to rip Randy to shreds. But he stays put. He didn't want to leave Trish alone for a second in her tender condition. John rocks his body slightly and slowly back and forth trying to soothe Trish.)

John: It'll be alright. (He kisses her on the top of the head as he continues rocking her gently.)

END OF CHAPTER 21