To Be Saved
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Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com
Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton
Genre: Drama Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of this fiction, they are all property of themselves. I am however owner of this work of fiction, and
would greatly appreciate NOT being plagiarized.

------------------ Lisa ran a hand through her hair roughly, her eyes on that of the large man before her, crossing her arms across her chest and glaring at him. "What do you want, Scott?" She asked, her tone uninterested, bordering on annoyed.

Scott smirked slowly at her, as though he had a huge weight to hold over her head. His eyes locked on hers before speaking slowly. "I'd cut the attitude, sweetie."

"And why would you cut the attitude?" Lisa's jaw clenched together, trying to keep her cool. He was getting to her in the worst of ways. He was one person that she could absolutely not tolerate; yet here she was, once again... being forced to.

"Because I know that you're lying to Randy... again." He grinned in her direction.

"I am not lying to Randy! Why are you so damn set on the fact that I'm lying to him?" Lisa adjusted the gym back on her shoulder as she shot him a dirty look. What could she possibly be lying to him about now? "Are you purposely trying to sabotage me and my relationship with Randy?"

"I saw you yesterday. Talking to Paul in front of the women's locker room... I didn't say anything to Randy— not yet."

"You are such an asshole, Scott. I was saying goodbye to him. I was being a bitch to him so that he would realize that we could no longer be friends! Just—God!" Lisa turned sharply to leave, to get away from him before she did something that she regretted.

"Oh, we aren't done, Lisa..." Scott laughed slowly, grabbing her by her arm, which was bruised beneath the fabric of her jacket. She winced slightly as she was pulled back to Scott.

"Why aren't we done?" She asked quietly, trying to pull her arm away from him, trying not to show the pain that him grabbing her arm had caused.

"Because I said we're not done."

"Jesus Christ..." Lisa muttered quietly as she dropped her head, attempting to pull her arm out of his hold.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Steiner?" Dawn asked after a moment from the doorway of the women's locker room, having come to prep for later that night.

"Oh, just having a little talk with my friend here, Lis." Scott grinned back at Dawn.

"Let go of her, Scott. Let go of her now" Dawn told him firmly, walking further into the locker room with her arms crossed over her chest. Scott slowly did so, shoving her arm roughly from his hand.

He decided to leave the situation with Lisa as it was, his eyes moving to Dawn's with a cocky grin. "So, uh, Dawn... what're you doing tonight, baby?"

"Avoiding you. Now get lost." Dawn told him plainly, offering him an angry glare before watching him leave the room.

"Thanks, Dawn." Lisa offered a smile in her friend's direction, before sliding her hands into the pockets of her jeans. "He thinks because he's friends with Randy he can control me or something..." She shrugged minimally.

"What was he bothering you about, honey?" Dawn asked gently, touching her arm.

Lisa carefully stepped back from Dawn's touch, slipping her jacket off of her shoulders and hanging her it before minimally shrugging her shoulders. "Just generally bugging me, I guess..."

"Baby girl..." Dawn trailed off slowly, watching her fellow diva and friend closely. She could see it etched across her face: she was lying.

"Dawn, it was nothing—I promise." Lisa managed a smile before placing a soft kiss on her cheek turning to walk away.

"Lis, wait!" Dawn called after her, reaching out and grabbing her gently by the arm, the sleeve of her shirt hiking up slightly, noticing Lisa wince at her touch.

"Look, I've gotta..." She trailed off slowly, her eyes quickly meeting Dawn's in an intense, almost panicked look.

Dawn's eyes flashed to that of Lisa, knowing the pained look on her face before slowly releasing her arm, and finding the source of her pain: a large, dark bruise on her upper arm. "Lisa..." Dawn trailed off slowly, sad, sincere eyes meeting hers.

"It's nothing, Dawn. Just a little bruise." She managed a short laugh, looking at her friend.

"It is something, Lis! It's a bruise. He's—"

Randy was...

"It wasn't Randy." Lisa told her, crossing her long arms over her stomach before speaking slowly and carefully. "It was an accident, Scott was trying to get my attention... he... he grabbed my arm too hard. That's all, Dawn. I promise."

"Well that boy needs a talking to." Dawn growled quietly, shaking her head from side to side.

"Please, Dawn, please drop it, okay?" With a reluctant sigh Dawn nodded, simply wrapping her arms around Lisa and closing her eyes. She didn't know if she believed her friend or not, but she would let the topic rest. For now. She felt deep down inside that Lisa needed her in the deepest of ways, and she just wasn't sure what to do.

But she would.

She'd have to find some way to understand it all.

*********

"I understand that, man... but why... why would Lisa start acting like that? That isn't like her." Dave spoke after a long pause, his eyes meeting those of Paul; a sad, frustrated look overcoming his features.

"She wasn't acting like the Lisa we've known for God knows how long. She's acting like another person, man. She's acting like a different person and I'm worried."

Steve Williams ran a hand over his bald head, and then over the back of his neck, looking at the two men who were sitting across from him at the table. "The way I see it—give her the space that she needs for a while, just keep an eye on her. Make sure she's okay. She's probably just having relationship problems with Randy, and she was taking it out on you, like a typical woman." He paused for a short moment. "Give her a little time."

"I'm sure she's fine, man..." Dave rest a hand on the big man's shoulder, squeezing in support. "She's a strong woman, one of the strongest I've ever met. She's probably just overly stressed." He offered a small smirk, trying to lighten the mood a little. "You know how women get..." He trailed off slowly.

"But guys, I've seen her get stressed. I've seen relationships go sour with her before. I mean, her and Brock..." Paul trailed off slowly, running his hands over his face before exhaling heavily. "She hasn't mentioned any problems with her and Randy. This isn't just her being stressed. There's something else."

"Something else like what, man?" Steve asked after a moment, drumming his fingers on the table shortly before looking directly at Paul.

"That's the thing, man. I don't know. In the past three years I've never seen Lisa react like this to anyone or anything. And that's what concerns me. Because I know for a fact this isn't normal. It's not." Paul spoke, a deep conviction to his voice as he ran his hands in a rough manner over his face. He just wished that he knew what was going on; wished that he knew how to help Lisa.

Because he loved her, she was his best friend. He loved her... and he was worried.

Suddenly the conversation was interrupted by a distinctly female voice, standing at the end of the table. Dawn slipped her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, biting down on her lip. "Could you guys do me a favor?"

"Sure, sweetheart, anything." Steve Williams smiled over at her, before Dawn continued.

"Could I, uh, could I steal Dave for a bit? I need to talk to him..."

Without a second thought, Dave rose to his feet with a nod. "I'll talk to you fellas later." And with a small wave, he left the room with Dawn, unsure of what she could possibly have to say to him. What the two of them needed to talk about...

And that concerned him.