I don't own any thing I wish I did but it so happens that if I want to buy Batista it would be illegal.

He sat patiently on the couch in his dressing room not knowing what to do next. He never understood what connection he had with the business, this place called the WWE, but then again he didn't want to understand, there was a fear that he would just not be satisfied. As he raised his head to meet the television in the small room he noticed something there, something he hadn't seen before. He got up and walked slowly towards it fearing for the worst. He picked it up and looked carefully at the writing it was his name. But who sent it? Where did it come from? He didn't think twice, he quickly ripped the envelope open and shook the contents out onto the table. There was only one letter in it. And the writing on it had been so familiar to him. What did she want now? What did he do wrong now? Slowly he read it and instantly noticed the words to be lyrics to one of her favorite songs.

I Don't Know What's Worth Fighting For
Or Why I Have To Scream
I Don't Know Why I Instigate
And Say What I Don't Mean
I Don't Know How I Got This Way
I'll Never Be Alright
So, I'm Breaking The Habit
I'm Breaking The Habit Tonight

I'll Paint It On The Walls
Cuz I'm The One That Falls
I'll Never Fight Again
And This Is How It Ends

He knew what she meant by this but the reality of it all was just a little hard for him to come to terms with. She wasn't weak; she just wanted to get to him. She was trying to get under his skin like she did so many other times and he wasn't going to let it happen. Not this time, so why was he still so worried about her.

It was now two in the morning but he couldn't sleep. It was driving him insane he needed to know that she was alright. He needed to see her with his own eyes, even if she slammed the door in his face again. He quickly got out of his bed and got dressed he was going to ask the front desk. The woman at the front desk just said that they had been expecting him and gave him the room number. Without wasting any more time he made his way to the room. He would be happy once he saw her and saw that she was alright. He kept telling himself that but never asking that one question. Will he be alright after he saw her?

The door was almost menacing. He just stood in front of it wondering what was on the other side, but was taken out of his thoughts bye the very faint weeping coming from inside the room, a sound that only she could make sound so innocent and sweet, but at the same time it struck fear into his heart. Not fear for himself, but fear of what he might find on the other side of that door, but he could wait no longer. He was about to knock on the door but then noticed it slightly ajar so instead just let himself in. There he saw something that he was only privaliaged enough to see twice in his life. There she was, wrapped only in her towel on the floor of the extravagante hotel room, Crying her eyes out. With out another thought he gently sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She didn't fight, she didn't have the strength to fight. Instead she just held onto him and weeped silently.

"I'm sorry Andrew 'Test' Martin. I have caused you so much pain and I am sorry for that." Her voice was almost a whisper but he heard her all the same.

"It ok Steph, its ok." He whispered into her hair trying hard to hold the tears back from his eyes.