Randy, John, Mark, Charlie, Chris, Russ, Pat and Jack all sat around the dining room table in silence. Neither of them knew what to say from what they just witnessed, with the only sounds in the room being the sound of a beer bottle being put back down on the table.

"You know, I just realized that in the next few months...I'm not getting laid," Randy spoke up.

"Same," Pat mentioned.

"Yup," John agreed.

"I don't even know how far along Stace is. Holy fuck." Randy placed his head in both of his hands, doing his best to clear his thoughts. "Her parents hate me now. I used to be on such good terms with them. I should've married her, then got her knocked up That woulda been the smart thing to do, right?"

"Probably, Randy," Chris said. "That's the way society sees it anyways."

"What about you Pat?" Charlie asked, "scared about being a Dad?"

Pat shrugged his shoulders. "Mags is happy, so I'm happy. We haven't even talked about marriage yet, but we've been married since sixth grade anyways." The group chuckled at the comment, everyone except John.

"You've been with Mags since you were in grade six?" He asked in disbelief.

"No, we've been married since sixth grade. Been with her since grade five."

"How long is that?" Mark asked.

"Thirteen years. But enough about that, anyone else find it odd that the girls have been up there for so long?" The guys looked at each other with raised eyebrows, pondering Pat's question, but shrugged it off.

"Cheers to not getting laid in a while," Russ spoke up, bringing his beer up in the air. All the other guys brought their beer's up as well and clang them together in unsion. "Hope you guys have fun with that."

"We'll manage," Randy answered for himself, Pat and John.

"We sure will," John whispered to himself.

Meanwhile

Jackie held onto her stomach tightly as she was kicked again, her back colliding with the wall. She held back her tears the best she could, not wanting to end up like Trish did with a black eye and possible broken ribs.

"Pathetic," they said to her, brushing a blonde hair off of her face. "So, so, pathetic." Jackie wimpered as she tried to curl into a ball, the pain in her back sending tingles all over her body.

Lidia did her best to stay quiet as she sat there on the bed, her hands tied up to the bedpost beside her. There they were, for the first time since the phone calls have began, in her bedroom right in front of her, and she couldn't put a face to their voice. It was deep and scratchy, definitly a wrestlers voice, but who?

"Anything to say?" they asked Lidia as she tried to move from her spot.

"No," she whispered as she saw Mags clench to her stomach as well after she got kicked. Trish was knocked out in the bathroom, her body laying lifeless on the cold tiles with a little blood trickling from her cheek and her lip.

"If anyone says anything," the person warned, tugging at the black ski mask on their face, "hell will be payed to one of you." Mags chewed her bottom lip hard as the tears began to run freely down her face in pain and in fear of what would happen next. She looked over at Lidia, who seemed bored at the situtation as she laid on the bed with a blank stare at her face, glaring at the far window where her guitar was; the red head shook her head at her long time friend.

"I'm sorry," Lidia mouthed to Mags. Mags gave her a small smile and shrugged. Looking over at Jackie, Lidia saw how close she was to her dresser, but also noticed how out of it Jackie seemed at the moment.

She let a tear free from her eyes, tired from holding them back long enough as they stepped closer to her, sitting on the bed. "My dear Lidia," they cooed, running their fingers across her cheek. "My dear, dear, Lidia. So long I've tried to get you to notice me, just a hello or a smile, but it always seemed like you ignored me." They inched their face closer to her, their lips being milimetres apart. "Even just a wave..." A soft kiss was forced on her as their lips pressed against hers. From the texture of their chapped lips, Lidia figured out one thing: it was definitly a guy.

"I pictured us together, Lidia," they continued as their hands ran up her sides. "Having a family, living on a private island, I had a furture set. But you...you had other plans didn't you? Your band, John, Madison, hell, even your own brother played a more important part of your life lately," he shook his head, "but me? I tried talking to you through phone calls, leaving messeges on walls, anything to get you to notice me. Anything! And what do I get? Nothing." He cupped her left breast hard, his calloused hand scratching the surface of her skin. "And for that, your friends have to pay. Don't feel so tough now, do you, Lidia?" His mouth captured hers again as he forced another kiss upon them. His tongue tried to enter her mouth as he made an attempt to get the taste he longed for, but her mouth stayed closed.

"We could be so happy together, Lidia," he told her, his lips inches away from hers. "I could please you more than John, you know that. I could fulfil every single one of your needs, anytime of the day. All you have to do is ask." He took her hand and ran it over his abs. "Feel that? Harder than John's aren't they? It's not the only thing that's harder," he husked. Lidia cringed underneath him, trying to take her hand away but his power stopped her as he ran her hand up to his pecs. "Consider this, baby. Consider how I could love you more than any other man out there. I love you, Lidia. Can't you see that? I...love...you. But you never gave me the time of day. Why?" His hand stopped trailing her sides and went to her throat, "why won't you love me back?" She began to choke under his strength as he stradled her. "It's a simple question, Lidia Ann. Answer it! Why won't you love me!" She screamed as his fist connected with her stomach, alerting the guys downstiars.

"What was that?" Mark asked.

"Lidia," Randy, John, Pat, Jack and Russ all answered at the same time. "Shit, the girls!" Randy pointed out as he dashed out of his chair and up the stairs. The rest of the guys followed him, John pushing his way to get in front of the pack.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he was puzzled when he saw Randy staring at the door, helpless.

"It's locked," Randy informed him. "The girls are in there, and the door is locked. What are we going to do? What if they're in trouble?"

"On three," John conmanded as he turned to his side. Randy did the same, and when the three second count down finished, the door was kicked off the hinges.

"Get the fuck off my sister!" Randy charged at the masked figure that was on top of Lidia, knocking him off the bed and onto the floor. Pat raced to Mags while Charlie nursed Jackie and Chris was cradling Trish in the bathroom. Russ, Jack, and Mark stood over top of the violent, black masked man as Randy continued to strangle him and John aided to Lidia.

"Who are you?" Randy demanded as he pinned his shoulders down with his knees. "What the fuck do you want with my sister?" When he didn't answer, Randy punched him. "I'll ask you again," he said through clenched teeth, "what do you want with my sister?"

"I love her," they spoke. "She wants me, I know it. She told me she does!"

"Don't believe him, baby," Lidia pleaded as John un-tied her. "I love you so much..." John calmed her down when he cradled her back and forth, trying to calm her down.

"Were you the one calling her?" Randy asked, now with Jack's foot on the chest. The black masked man admitted it. "Were you part of the plan to take Madison?"

"No. I knew nothing about it."

"Bull shit," Mark commented as his foot connected with the guys testicles. "Ask him again."

"Were you part of the plan to take Madison?" Randy repeated. When he didn't answer, Russ kicked him in the ribs.

"Yes!" He confessed. "I knew the whole time. But I never wanted Madison. I only wanted Lidia, so we could start our lives together, and have a family of our own..." Randy's fist connected with his face. When he yelped in pain, Stacy appeared at the door way, her eyes filled with concerned.

"What's going on?" she asked as she stepped over the broken door. "Should I call the cops?"

"Yes!" Randy yelled. "Hurry up! Get out of here!" he demanded to his fiancee. Stacy left the room quickly, her blonde mind still puzzled on why the door was broken off the hinges.

Charlie and Pat joined the other guys that were on top of the mystery man, in position to fight him. "Take the mask off," Charlie suggested, inching closer to the guys face. Randy used his fingers to grab ahold of the mask, ripping it off as quickly as he could. His breath got caught in his throat. Everyone else's eyes widend in shock as he laid there hopelessly, the tension in the room saying enough.

"Batista?" Lidia question quietly. "Why?" The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairs cut off his answer, the cops armed with all of their weapons and demanding everyone to stay where they were.

They took Batista away without a struggle, his body too weak from the beatings to put up much of a fight.

The police called an ambulence over to help a unconscience Trish and a concussed Jackie, making everyone spend the rest of the night in the hospital.

Legend Speaking: There ya have it! Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, I know it answered a lot of questions, but next chapter will be filled with just as many surprises! As of now, you know what to do if you want to see more!