A/N: I do not own anybody in this fic. Everything is owned by Vince McMahon. Any coincidences are pure. Everything you read is purly fictional. I OWN NOTHING!

Characters: Randy Orton, Trish Stratus, other WWE Characters.

Trish was chilling out in her locker room waiting for Christian to come back. She knew that he wasn't going to be happy at all. He just lost a match to Chris Jericho for a number one contenders match. She knew he was going to want to take his frustration out on somebody, and she was the perfect target. No more than 10 minutes later, as expected Christian came in with Tomko looking totally pissed off. So even with knowing fair well what was going to happen to her, she went up to Christian with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Hey Christian…great match tonight." She said trying to be as calm as possible. Christian looked at her with an evil glare.

"Great match? Great match? Are you kidding me? I lost that match Trish…is that why you have that smile on your face? You like to see me lose?" He asked in a fury starting to walk towards her.

N-…No Christian. I don't like seeing y-…" She didn't have time to finish because she felt his hand connect to her face in hard slap against her right cheek. Trish yelped in pain as she felt the sting on her cheek, and tears threatening to fall.

Christian picked her up by the hair as she screamed in pain.

"Awwww, Trish did I hurt you? That's just too bad isn't it? You deserve it though. You are nothing but a slut. You'd sleep with anyone to get anywhere. Oh but you can't do that now. You know why? You belong to me, and if I ever catch you speaking to another man about your problems or anything, you are gonna get the beating of a life time, lose your looks and end up on life support! You don't want that. Do you?" He said pulling her hair tighter.

"Yes..Yes…I understand every word." She said with a scared voice.

"Good, now you stay here and do something to keep you occupied. Tyson and I are gonna go out and blow off some steam. We'll be here to pick you up later. Be ready." With that, he pushed her back on the ground, leaving her crying.

Trish crawled over to the couch, climbed up, and put her head in her hands thinking about why Christian abuses her like he does, and wishes she had the courage to leave him.

Right at 11:00 p.m. Christian and Tomko pulled out in front of the arena to see Trish waiting outside. He rolled down his window and yelled…

"Trish, get your slutty ass in over here! We're going to the hotel right now!

Without hesitation, she got up and ran over to where the car was, and got in the back seat so she can avoid Christian for the time being.