This is the latest story we have been working on. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the WWE, AEW or wrestlers in this story. I only own the OCs in the story. This story is fiction and is to be taken that way. No Copyright Infringement Intended.

Co-written by RatedRkJericho.

Warning: Violence and sexual assault.

Tricia Irvine walked into her apartment after working out. She had gone to the gym after work. She worked as an editor for McMahon Publishing. She dropped her keys and purse on the table by the door and walked further into her apartment. She barely got a few steps when she felt someone grab her from behind.

He placed his hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming and wrapped the other one around her waist. He dragged her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. He quickly tied her to the bed with zip ties he had brought.

"Don't do this. Take anything you want." She begged him as he came closer to her. He placed a piece of duct tape over her mouth. She hoped he was going to leave her there and then rob the place. She heard him in the room but couldn't see because the room was dark where he had pulled the curtains too.

She felt the sense of fear rising inside her as the intruder ripped at her clothes and exposed her breasts. She winced and hot tears stung her eyes as he brought one of them to his lips and bit down on it. She closed her eyes and screamed, earning her a backhand to the cheek. It felt like she'd been smacked with concrete and her head whipped to the side at the force.

"I was going to be gentle with you but now, now you leave me no choice." The man husked as he parted her legs and forced himself inside of her. She refused to make another sound as the hot tears continued to flow down her face. Instead, she forced herself to remember anything she could about him. But it was getting harder and harder the more he pushed himself inside her. He turned her face to his and smiled evilly at her. She'd seen this man in the papers and she'd known what he'd done.

Suddenly, he pulled out of her and turned her around, the zip ties cutting into her skin and causing her to wince. He pushed himself back into her with such force, her face smashed into the headboard and she felt the pain, white hot and dizzying shoot through her body. The pain only intensified when she felt his nails dig into her hips and he pushed himself in harder. The pain was so bad, she was sure she was going to pass out soon. And that's when she felt the first crack of the belt on her back. After about the third or fourth one, he flipped her over and pushed himself inside her again. She could feel the blood from the wounds on her back sticking to the sheets. He was going faster now and harder and she prayed to God he would finish soon so this nightmare would be over. She felt him release inside her and closed her eyes praying he would go.

He pulled himself up off the bed and his fist connected with the side of her face. She looked up at him through the fuzzy haze that had begun to gather at the edges of her vision as his face came closer and he brought his lips even with her ear. "Tell your brother I said hi." And he punched her in the face again. She heard the heavy footsteps echoing out if the bedroom, his voice still echoing in her ears as she quietly slipped into the darkness of unconsciousness.

Detective Jon Moxley sat at his desk going through some paper work. He had finally finished his report for the last case he and his partner, Quinn Littleton, had worked on.

"Moxley, get to Bellevue." He heard Hunter Helmsley say from his office door.

"Captain?"

"Take Littleton and get over to Bellevue. Rape victim." Hunter was the captain of the Special Victim Unit. And Jon and Quinn were his two best detectives.

"On it." He grabbed his jacket and headed to get Quinn. They were soon on their way to the hospital. They walked into the hospital ER and asked for the doctor.

"Doctor." Quinn said when she saw Stephanie McMahon, she was the head doctor at the hospital.

"Quinn, Jon."

"What do you have?"

"Twenty-nine year old female. Raped and beaten. It's pretty bad." Stephanie replied.

"Name?" Quinn asked.

"Tricia Irvine. Her neighbor heard something and went to check on her. She found her tied to the bed and unconscious."

"Irvine? Any relation to ADA Irvine?" Jon asked. Quinn nodded.

"She's his sister. Has anyone notified him?"

"No." Stephanie said.

"I'll call him." Quinn quickly dialed Chris's number and told him that Tricia was in the hospital. She didn't go into more details. "He's on the way." She turned to Jon. "Do you want me to talk to her first? It might be easier to talk to a woman.'

"Stephanie, what exactly are her injuries?" Jon asked.

"She has cuts on her wrists, welts and cuts on her back. She was beaten and violently raped."

Jon sighed and turned to Quinn. "Yeah, you should probably talk to her first."

Quinn nodded. She knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Tricia?"

"Yes." She heard her say softly.

"Quinn Littleton. I don't know if you remember me. I work Special Victims and I'm here to talk to you about the rape. Can I come in?"

"Okay."

Quinn walked in and stood by the bed. "Can you tell me what happened? And who did this to you?"

"I uh came into my apartment after work. I had gone to the gym and he was already there. He...he grabbed me from behind and took me to the bedroom. I begged him to just take whatever he wanted and he zip tied me to the bed and taped my mouth. He..."

"It's okay Tricia...take your time."

"He tore at my clothes and he forced himself inside of me. He...turned me around and hit me with his belt while he kept on. Then he flipped me back over and kept going. He...he punched me in the side of the face and made sure I saw who he was. Then he leaned down and whispered...whispered 'Tell your brother I said hi' and he punched me again. That's all I remember."

"So you saw who did this?" Tricia sobbed and nodded.

"It...it was Wade Barrett."

Chris arrived at the hospital and headed in. He hoped his sister was okay. Quinn didn't tell him anything. He walked in and saw Jon in the waiting room.

"Jon, is my sister okay?"

"Quinn is in with her." Jon replied.

"What happened?"

"Tricia was beaten and raped."

"Oh My God." Chris said closing his eyes.

"Does your sister have any enemies? Anyone who would wanna hurt her?"

"No. Everyone loves her. She's even still friends with her ex boyfriends." He said as the door to the room opened and Quinn walked out.

"Did she tell you anything?" Jon asked her.

"She told me what happened and who did this to her." Quinn replied.

"Who?" Chris asked. "Who hurt my sister?"

"Wade Barrett."

Chris stood there bracing himself against the counter, his eyes looking at it intently and his hands clenching into fists. Quinn could see his body trembling as the anger he was feeling built up inside him.

"He did this to get back at me." Chris said in a low voice. "To send me some sort of sick message. She wasn't the target here. I was."

"Moxley, stand guard here for a few." Quinn said. She looked at Chris. "Let's take a walk."

Jon nodded as Quinn and Chris walked off. He knew all about Wade Barrett and the case Chris had prosecuted. Wade was a sick individual. Jon had read the file on the girl Wade had attacked. He felt horrible that Tricia had probably experienced the same thing and apparently just because Wade wanted to get back at Chris.