Trinity slumped down the stairs, wearing an old Triple H t-shirt and jogging bottoms. Her eyes were puffy and she could hardly walk. She plumped on a nearby chair and rested her head against the table.

"How are you feeling?" Paul gently stroked the back of her head, soothing her.

"My head hurts. I was sick last night and I can't remember what happened." Her voice was croaky, so she lifted her head up to be heard. Her face was stained with tears. "All I can remember was that I really needed a smoke, so I started to panic. When I panic, I usually talk to myself so I think I must have said something about wanting a smoke. Then some guy towered over me and gives me one. I wasn't thinking straight so I just took it. From the first puff I knew that it tasted weird, but he reassured me that it was the foreign expensive type. He told me I'd get used to it. After that my mind is completely blank." Paul took her shaky hand and looked her straight in the eye. Trinity, ashamed of her previous actions, turned away. "Don't look at me. I'm so stupid. I'm nothing but a tramp."

"Don't talk like that! You weren't thinking straight. Don't worry about it. What did the man look like?"

"He was tall. Paul, please don't make a big scene out of this. I just want to forget the whole thing."

"For now. But this man needs to be caught. You might not have been the first teenage girl he did this to and you probably won't be the last. Don't you understand? He could have raped you!"

"I know." Her voice was nothing but a whisper. "Are you working today?"

"Yes. But I can quickly find a babysitter for you."

"A babysitter? I'm 16. Anyways I want to come on the road with you. I have to confront the place sometime soon. I'm going to get ready." After a while, they were both ready then they set off. As soon as they got there, they were greeted by a sorrowful Emily.

"Hello Paul. Trinity, we need to talk desperately."

"Ok. Paul, can I go?" Before he could answer, Em pulled Trinity into a warm hug and her eyes were filling up. The two girls walked off together.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" questioned Trinity, fearing the worst.

"Maven dumped me." Em slumped back into her chair and crossed her arms. Trinity was about to hug her, when she was stopped.

"Don't touch me. The only reason Maven dumped me was because of you!" Em pushed her hard and carried on. "Maven thought that he would be a suspect for drugging you, although he would never do a thing like that. If the WWE found out about us, he would be a deadman! And you looked down on me for having sex." She stared coldly at Trinity and sat back down again.

"Who are you to be judging me? You don't even know any of the situations; all you know is what has been passed down. I'm very hurt that you didn't ask me first. You're a whore, throwing yourself around all these men who are twice your age. You knew what you were doing, I didn't."

"I'm so sorry. You're right." Emily sneered in a sarcastic tone. "Yeah, I did know what I was doing but deep down inside I think you did too. Face it, you wanted that marijuana. But with sex, it takes two to tango. It's not just me who wants it, it's them as well. You're not as sweet and innocent as you make out to be and neither are your precious family!"

"Shut up, you don't know what you're talking about!"

"Oh, yes I do. While travelling on the road, you get to find out a lot of things about people and meet new one. I've got a rat that Paul screwed around with on speed dial! Believe me, I know a lot about you and you're so called family. You see, you're precious Joanie was addicted to drugs aswell. So I suppose it's hereditary. Like mother, like daughter. But I forgot, she isn't actually your mother! I guess that means your biological parents were probably potheads as well!" Trinity's anger began to boil. She threw a glass at the wall opposite, just a few inches near Emily.

"Don't anger me!"

"Temper, temper! But I suppose you picked that up from Paul. He's very feisty aswell. Can't keep his feelings locked up. He's so sexy. And very talented. Paul and I had a little one-on-one talent show. He was so fierce, I just had to give in."

"Emily, I'm warning you!"

"What! You're so stupid. It's not even funny. Don't you understand? Well then I'll spell it out for you. I SLEPT WITH PAUL!" And it was heavenly. Now I can see why they call him, 'that damn good'. It's very appropriate."

"That's it!" Without warning, Trinity leapt halfway across the room and attacked the other girl. Bags went flying; chairs were overturned as the two predators tore each other apart. All the screaming caught the attention of a few referees and wrestlers who happened to be passing by. When they walked in, they were all mortified by the sight that they saw. Trinity was on top of Emily scratching at her face. Reaching quickly, the men attempted to pry each girl apart. They succeeded at first but Trinity ran back to Em to continue her assault. The brawl quickly made its way from the corner, to the middle of the hallway. Randy Orton passed and managed to control Trinity.

"You'll pay for this Emily! I'm warning you!" Trinity spat at Emily then walked off.