To Be Saved
(10/?)
Rating: PG-13
Author:Jen
E-mail: hopefalls2003@yahoo.com Characters: Victoria, Batista, Dawn Marie, Scott Steiner, Randy Orton, Paul
Wight, Brock Lesnar
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.
Warning: non-consensual sex, violence, profanity
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Lisa slept soundly in the bed, having slept well into the morning. It was five already, and within a few hours she would be leaving to meet Dawn for breakfast. She shifted, murmuring softly into the pillow as she rolled onto her stomach. Randy slipped his keycard through the slot before pushing open the door and stepping inside. He was bruised, bloody, and fuming.

Lisa had squealed. And of all people, she'd squealed to Paul Wight. Damn her. He growled low in his throat as his eyes met her peaceful form: she was going to pay. And this time... Paul couldn't help her. He was in jail; Randy smirked slowly in satisfaction, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it fall to the ground. And then in one swift motion he pushed his jeans down around his ankles before kicking them off and walking to the bed. "Lisa."

Silence.

"Lisa?" He tried again, frowning when he received no response. "Lisa!" He shouted, this time slapping her roughly in the face as he knelt on the bed.

Lisa's eyes flew open, landing on his with fear quickly enveloping them. She balled her hands in fists to prevent himself from shaking. "Randy..." She whispered hoarsely. "Y—you're back."

"Yeah, I'm back." Randy told her lowly as she looked at him silently, at the bruise that had already formed in a deep shade beneath his eye.

Lisa gulped silently, moving her hand up to gently cradle his face. "Wh—Randy... what happened?" She asked in a quiet whisper, he looked horrible. Her eyes were wide as she studied his features before receiving an answer from him.

"You wanna know what happened, huh?" Randy laughed shortly, looking down at her. "You should know, after all you put him up to this."

"Put *who* up to *what*?" Lisa asked in confusion, her eyes not leaving his for a moment. What the hell was he talking about... and more importantly, who was he talking about?

"I ran into a friend of yours tonight." Randy began, a frown set deeply into his handsome features. "Paul had something to 'talk' to me about. I was on my way to the gym. I was attacked by Paul." Lisa's eyes simply widened at his words, gulping slowly as her hands grabbed the sheet in fistfuls, trying to keep herself calm. "Yeah. Paul Wight." He told her quietly. "Spouting about bruises on your body, about how I'd never touch you again. The bastard hit me, Lisa!"

"I... I'm so—"

"Shut up, Lisa! Just shut the fuck up right now!" Randy demanded, grabbing her roughly by her upper arms and shaking her firmly. He watched as she clenched her eyes shut tightly, wishing she were anywhere. Wishing she had a safe haven. "You told him, you fuckin' *squealed*." Randy seethed, his jaw clenched tightly as he watched her intently.

"No, no I didn't! I didn't tell him anything, I swear!" Lisa's eyes were wide with fright and Randy smirked in satisfaction.

"I'm sure you didn't. But either way, you have to pay for the way that I was wronged tonight." He ran his fingers slowly over her cheek, watching her noticeably flinch at his touch. He grinned slowly, running his fingers down to her neck, the back of his fingers running gently over the bare flesh of her shoulder. "Why don't you get undressed for me, baby?"

"I'm really tired, Randy." Lisa told him quietly, lowering his eyes as he played idly with the spaghetti strap of her nightie.

"That's all fine and dandy." Randy let out a short laugh. "But I don't remember asking *or remember caring." He grinned before hiking the short night gown up and over her hips as she moved around uncomfortably.

"Randy. No." Her eyes quickly widened as she found his eyes. "*Please*. I just... I just want to rest so I can go to breakfast with Dawn." She whispered, visibly shaking.

"Now don't cause trouble, baby. I just want to make love to you."

"Randy... no. I don't want to." Lisa told him, her eyes wide as her voice began to waiver. She pressed her hands firmly into his chest. "I know that you're upset but—"

"You don't know shit, Lisa!" Randy hissed, smacking her across her jaw swiftly, a powerful blow that emitted a sob from Lisa's lips.

"Please..." She whimpered as he towered over her, pushing his boxers off easily, and situating himself between her legs.

"Awww, you're pleading me to take you already?" Randy smirked, watching the tears fall silently from her eyes. He slipped her panties silently from her hips, licking his lips as he studied her. "It's been a while... far too long, actually."

"Randy! Stop!" Lisa sobbed as he pinned her arms over her lips, taking her lips roughly with his, his tongue battling its way past her lips. She cried quietly against him, trying to get any leverage possible and get him off of her. It was no use: he was too strong.

"Mmmh..." Randy grinned against her lips, using only one hand now to hold her two wrists against the bed, using the other hand to explore her body as he continued the deep invasion of her mouth. Lisa's tears fell quickly at the ongoing violation before taking in a small breath and biting his tongue hard. She heard him yelp, and anger quickly fill his eyes as he pulled back and his fist found her repeatedly.

She was going to get what she deserved. "I was going to be easy on you, bitch. But obviously you can't behave, can you?" Randy demanded, watching a cut above her eye begin to bleed slowly. "I'm talking to you!"

Lisa silently turned her head to the side, trying to block him out as she began to cry quietly. She just wanted it to be over. She just wanted him off of her. "Since you wanna play that way, we will." He growled against her ear before grabbing her hips roughly and thrusting into her, causing her to cry out in pain.

She couldn't fight him, couldn't get him to stop. She just lay there, limply after another moment taking his abuse, praying for the moment when he would stop.

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The large man made his way down the hallway, heading back towards his hotel room. He'd just finished breakfast with one of his co-workers, someone he didn't *quite* consider a friend yet. His eyebrow raised slowly as he noticed the door of the hotel room belonging to Randy and Lisa opened halfway.

His forehead creased as he walked towards it, not sensing any movement. It was likely that nobody was there. He went to close the door, but decided against it. He slowly stepped into the room. "Lisa?" He called softly. "Everything alright?" He looked around the bedroom area slowly with a creased forehead. He didn't see her anywhere. But something did catch his eye. The blood that was splattered across the lightly colored sheets of the bed.

"Lis?" He called again, the need to protect her quickly entering his system.

"Mmmmm..." He heard a pained groan and his forehead creased as he walked around the bed, finding a bloodied Lisa laying motionless on the floor.

"Jesus Christ..." He squatted at her side, his eyes taking in all the cuts and bruises that we bared by her nearly nude body, covered only in the small silk night gown she had worn to bed the previous night.

His eyes closed slowly, running a hand through his hair before pulling his cell phone out and dialing 911. He had to get her help, and he had to get it now. "Please be okay, Lisa... please be okay." He whispered, and with that he said a silent prayer.