"Waiting for me?"

"Yeah, you took forever, you must've had a good time," Hunter said, but his tone wasn't happy for her. "You look nice, doesn't she look nice Mol?"

"Just precious," Molly said scornfully.

"All for our boy Randy…lucky guy," Hunter told her, giving her a lecherous grin. That grin was currently sending chills straight down Trish's spine.

Trish was nervous from the looks that Hunter was giving her. They were by no means nice, and they held an anger just behind them. She was almost too scared to speak at the moment, and she didn't even know what she would say if she did have the ability to control her speech. Molly wasn't being any better; her looks were sending daggers through Trish. Ric just looked drunk or something.

"Look, how did you get in here?" Trish asked, thinking it a stupid question, but she felt like she needed to stall. For what she was stalling for, she had no idea, but she knew that she was stalling for something. Maybe something big.

"It's easy," Hunter answered, like she expected him to. If anything, she knew who the clear-cut leader of Evolution was. If she wasn't in such dire straits, she might laugh at how the other two only spoke when being spoken to. "If you have the right skills."

"Why are you even in here?" Trish asked, getting down to what she needed to know.

"Well, it seems that Randy has taken a liking to you," Hunter answered. "And we just wanted to see for ourselves if you were worthy enough for our friend. He is an important part of Evolution after all."

That was bullshit and she knew it. Trish may have been frightened, but she hadn't lost her ability to think. Not to mention the looks that Hunter and the others were still giving her were still nowhere near positive. Trish was trying to mentally calculate how fast it would take her to run to the door, and open it, escaping just in time to get away from them.

"You've seen me, so now I think you should go," Trish said as firmly as her voice would allow.

"But we haven't even gotten to talk, don't you want to talk Trish?" Molly said, smirking as she saw Trish eyeing the door.

"I'm tired, and I would like to go, so if you'll excuse me, I would like it if you would leave right now."

"No, I don't think we're going to do that."

"Look, you are breaking and entering. I could call the cops on all of you, and then what, huh, Hunter? Then what are you going to do?"

"You'd never make it to the phone," Hunter said calmly. "Besides, Randy's taken care of everything."

Trish's heart dropped into her stomach at the comment. She had not for one second thought to implicate Randy, even though she had predicted it not days before. But after tonight, she didn't think that Randy would set her up. She had had a good time with him, and she couldn't fathom that it was all part of a set-up. But what did she know about Randy? He

could've just been a very good actor…a very, very good actor. She was starting to feel a little bit betrayed.

"Randy? What did he take care of?"

"He got you out of here didn't he? He got you to go out tonight so that we could show up. He's brilliant like that."

"But why?" Trish asked, suddenly feeling like the room was caving in on her.

"Because you want what I have," Molly said, "And we have to make sure that you don't get it. Evolution has the gold, we are the winners in this company, and I am not going to lose my belt to a loser like you. You are nothing Trish, you are nothing but a whore, and you will never get your hands on my title."

"So you broke in here just to tell me that I'll never win your title off of you?" Trish asked. Anything to keep them talking.

"Well, not just that," Molly said, then looked to Hunter who was now stalking towards Trish.

"What…what are you going to do?" Trish said, backing up even as he was walking over.

So many bad thoughts were running through his mind at the moment. She knew that Hunter was capable of some pretty awful things, and he probably had no qualms about doing those pretty awful things. He was just the type of guy who would be willing to do the kind of things that would scare the hell out of you.

He didn't have time to answer that as he grabbed her by the arm. Trish tried to struggle out of it, but he had a very large arm, and it was not going to budge because her tiny arm had tried to push it away. He wrenched her arm behind her back and she gasped at the kind of pressure he was putting on her with his grabbing. She tried to reach up with her free hand to

give him an eye rake, but Hunter grabbed it before she could and wrenched that one behind her back as well.

She didn't want to cry, but she was seriously on the verge of doing just that. She couldn't believe that Randy had set her up like this. He had seemed so genuine, and not just that, but she had had a good time. She was scared now, terrified actually. She didn't even want to speculate to what Hunter could do to her. She hoped that anything…physical in the sexual sense was not on the agenda.

But that wasn't what was going to happen as Molly walked up to Trish, scrutinizing her carefully. Trish looked her straight in the eye. She might not be able to take Hunter, but she knew that she could take Molly, and she wasn't going to have this pissant, little girl think that she was weak in any way.

"Just think of this as protecting my interests. It doesn't have a lot to do with you, just the fact that you want to wrestle me, and I have to look out for myself. And now that I'm part of Evolution, they are here to help me. They have this thing, where they like to take care of their own," Molly told her. "Randy was just looking out for me, sweet thing."

"Shut up," Trish hissed, the winced when Hunter held her tighter.

"I don't think that meant to talk Trish," Hunter said. "I think that meant to shut up and listen."

"I'm not going to listen to anything that any of you have to say. You're all a bunch of assholes anyways, especially you Molly!"

Trish would've said more but she couldn't, not with Molly's fist connecting with her cheek. She screamed out of pain, feeling like her jaw was broken. Her face was already going numb as she slowly turned her head back to Molly, showing that she wasn't going to be intimidated.

"Did that get my point across?" Molly asked vindictively.

"I'm not going to listen to you!" Trish screamed. This just earned her another hit from Molly, but she wasn't going to back down. She didn't have to back down. Her arm was numb too, Hunter gripping it almost impossibly hard. She wanted to whimper in pain, but she wouldn't give them the power of knowledge; knowledge that they were hurting her.

"You better listen to her, if you know what's good for you," Hunter told her, his voice raspy and right against her ear. She could feel some of her hair brushing against her face, his warm breath causing it to flutter slightly. She took a deep breath and contemplated the different ways that she could get out of this situation. None of them seemed viable at the moment and Molly's second blow had hit her temple and she was feeling woozy.

"Why don't you just get the hell out of here, you've told me what you needed to tell me, and you've already tried to intimidate me, just leave."

"No, I'm not through."

Trish figured now was the perfect moment to get the hell out of here. She knew that this probably wouldn't work, and she was stupid for trying it. If this didn't work, then she would be in more trouble than she had ever been in her entire life because there would be no escape from this. There would be nowhere to go, and nobody to save her. But she at least had to try.

Since Hunter was using all his force to hold her, she could use him as an anchor. She leaned back and thanked God for her flexibility as she kicked up, hitting Molly straight in the chin. Molly stumbled backwards, and in his shock, Hunter let go of Trish. Seeing her opportunity, she broke free from him as he bent to check on Molly. By the time that Hunter realized that Trish had broken free, she was above him, and as he looked up, she gave him a roundhouse kick, much like the chick kick she used in the ring.

Flair tried to grab her, but he was drunk and she only needed to duck under his arms to get away. She ran for the door and opened it quickly, tumbling out into the hallway, tripping over her own feet. She could hear them yelling at each other in the bedroom, and she crawled a few feet before stumbling to her feet. She ran around the corner, took a deep breath and headed for the stairs, pushing the door open loudly, not caring that they might hear her.

She climbed the stairs hastily, sometimes missing a step or two and falling for a moment before picking herself up. Chris and Stephanie, and Lita and Christian were two stories up, and she made the last few steps, throwing the door open and breaking out in a dead run. She came up to Lita and Christian's room first and pounded on the door.

Lita heard the door since she was in the living room area while Christian was in the shower. She got up from the couch and went to the door, opening it to see Trish leaning heavily against the wall. She practically collapsed into the room, and Lita had to catch her, helping her into the room.

"Trish, what happened!"

"I just need to stay here, I can't go back…I can't," she said, her breathing labored and her voice frantic.

"Back? Back to what?"

"My room, they could still be there," she said, brokenly.

"Trish, did Randy try something on you? Did he try to force you to--"

"No, they set me up, they all set me up," Trish said, a few tears escaping.

"Ok Trish, we need to get you to calm down, come on, let's sit." Lita led Trish over to the couch and helped her sit down. She looked at Trish and saw a huge bruise forming on the entire right side of her face, but it seemed to be the worst around her temple and her eye. She lightly touched it, causing Trish to hiss in pain. "I'm going to get you some ice for that, and then we'll talk. Do you want me to call Chris and Stephanie? Is this something that is better for five heads instead of three?"

"Yeah," Trish said, looking up gratefully at Lita.

"Ok, don't worry."

Lita got up off the couch and looked around for something to put the ice in. She figured that a towel would work, and maybe a shower cap so the ice wouldn't leak. She walked into the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel off the rack and the little box that the hotel gave you that contained a shower cap, for some reason or another. She walked up to the shower and pulled back the curtain.

"So NOW you want to join me?" Christian said lecherously.

"No, I need you to get the hell out of there."

"I'm not done."

"Well, finish in the next two minutes," she said shortly.

"Why?"

"Trish is here, something happened, her face is all bruised. I've got my suspicions, but she wants us, and I think we should be there for her. So get your naked ass dressed and out there. I'm calling Chris and Stephanie."

Christian visibly paled when he heard that. "I'll be out in a second."

"Thank you," she said, leaning in to kiss him, despite him being soaking wet.

Lita left the bathroom and made a beeline for the phone, dialing the number for Chris and Stephanie's hotel room (though if anybody asked, Chris was sleeping alone). She tapped her fingers on the nightstand, waiting for somebody to answer. They hadn't said they were going out tonight, so they should be there.

"Hello?" came Chris's groggy, sleep-ridden voice.

"Chris, it's Lita."

"Oh hey, sorry I didn't answer sooner, we had an early night."

"So no action going on over there," Lita teased, then realized that was grossly inappropriate at a time like this. "Sorry, I need you guys to come over."

"Lita, we're really tired. We normally would, but we're just beat, can it wait?" Chris answered, yawning.

"No, it really can't Chris. Something happened with Trish, she wants us all here."

With the mention of Trish, Chris perked up, forgetting that he had been fast asleep not moments earlier. His heart was struck with fear when he thought that Trish might be hurt. If it was Randy, Chris was going to kick his ass from here across the country, and everywhere in between. He had thought that Randy was a good enough guy to take Trish out, but it seemed he was wrong.

"Ok, we'll be there," Chris said, hanging up the phone quickly and shaking Stephanie, who was still asleep next to him. "Steph, hun, wake up."

"No," Stephanie grumbled. "Not tonight Chris, any night but tonight."

"It's Trish, something happened, we need to go," Chris told her. Stephanie shot up out of bed and stared at Chris.

"What happened?"

"I don't know yet, we have to go to Lita and Christian's room. Just throw a jacket on," he said, noting how she was wearing a Fozzy Floozie tank top and a pair of his pajama pants.

Stephanie was already out of bed by the time he finished the sentence and throwing a sweatshirt on. She was waiting impatiently as Chris grabbed his own sweatshirt and threw it on. They stepped into the hallway and saw Hunter and Molly seemingly patrolling the hallways. Chris's suspicions grew even more at the site of Hunter sniffing around (not literally, but man, think of the imagery). Luckily, they didn't see Stephanie and they ducked back into their hotel room.

"He can't see me," Stephanie said. "He'll tell Daddy, and we haven't told him or Mom yet."

"Damn it. I know he has something to do with this."

"Hold on," Stephanie said, grabbing a pair of sunglasses and putting them on. She pulled her hood over her head and flashed a smile. "There, incognito."

"I knew there was a reason I kept coming back to you," he said proudly. He grabbed her hand and they quickly ducked down the hallway, trying to avoid suspicion. They managed to reach Lita and Christian's room (four doors over, the four longest doors ever), and knocked quietly and quickly. Lita let them in and they saw Christian sitting with Trish and inspecting her face. When they got closer, Stephanie took off her sunglasses and gasped as she saw Trish's face, rushing over and kneeling in front of her.

"Trish, my God!" Stephanie said, looking at the damage. "Christian, did you clean this up for her."

"Yeah," he answered.

"She's got some raw skin here, I think she needs some bandages."

"I'm fine Steph," Trish said, though her voice was slow and she looked a little dazed.

"Are you sure? Did Hunter do this to you?"

"No, it was Molly."

"Tell us the story," Lita said.

"Yeah, tell us," Chris said, pulling Stephanie into his lap.

"I had a great time with Randy. I came back and there were Hunter, Molly and Flair. They threatened me, told me that Randy was part of this set-up and then Molly hit me because I was talking back to her. I couldn't defend myself because Hunter was holding me against my will. I got away when I kicked Molly and then Hunter, and I came up here."

"Ok, that's it," Chris said, standing up, and setting Stephanie down. "Christian, let's go."

"Where man?"

"We're kicking some ass…now!"