A/N: I own absolutely nothing.

Main Characters: Randy Orton, Trish Stratus, additional characters added into the story later on.

"huh? What bruise?" she asked trying to cover up the truth. She was thinking about how he saw it, then she forgot about the make-up. She mentally slapped herself for that one.

"Trish, I am not stupid. That bruise is clearly visable. Tell me what is going on."he said sounding concerned.

"Nothing is going on okay?" she laughed nervously. "Everything is fine."

"I don't believe you Trish."

"I don't care if you believe me or not! Everything is fine!" she said as she ran away from Ric, and back to the room.

Minutes later, Trish returned to the room. Little did she know, Ric had followed her. She was about to enter the card into the lck when she heard him call her name.

"Trish." Ric walked up to her. "I think I know what is going on…a pretty good idea anyways. I mean it's clear to me now. I am no one to tell you what to do, but my advise is for you to get away from Christian as soon as you can…If you are to scared come to me or one of the other wrestlers. We all have your back. You know that. One word of him treating you like this…We will all hunt him down and rip him to shreds. Got it?" he asked her with a smirk.

"yes…I got it." She said and gave him a huge hug.

"Good…I hope you make the right decision and get away from him…Hey look hun I got to go now. See you later kid… and remember everything I said okay?

"Okay." She said with a smile.

"Bye." He said giving her one last hug before leaving. She thought about what he said about everyone having her back and had a slight smile on her face.

As soon as Ric disappeared, Trish opened the hotel room door. Once she got in she was greeted with a not so happy looking Christian.

"Where did you run off to tramp?" he asked curiously.

"umm…I went outside to get some fresh air. Is that alright with you?" she asked standing up to him. He laughed sarcastically.

"Don't you get smart with me. You don't talk to me like that alright Trashy?" With that he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her all the way into the room. The force of him pulling her in was so great that once he let go she ran into the bed.

"Now we got to go to the arena in about half hour. We need to get going soon. Pack up what little stuff you have and take it to the car. Tyson is gonna watch out this window and make sure you don't try anything stupid. So take your things to the car, put it in the trunk, and come back. That is all you do. It shouldn't take that long at all. Is that clear?"

"Crystal." she said a bit annoyed that he felt she needed an over tattooed freak named after a frozen dinner company.

"Good." He said while getting dressed.

When Trish got done getting everything together, she did as was 'told' and took her stuff down to the car. As she was opening the trunk, a familiar voice approached her.

"Hey, What's up?" Trish turned around to see none other than…

A/n: Hmmm I wonder who that could be? Another chappy coming soon! REVIEW!