"No, don't!"

Chris and Christian looked back to Trish, who was staring at them pleadingly. She didn't want them to go get in a fight, not over her, and certainly not with Evolution. They were just trying to be gallant and do the right thing, but the situation was so muddled she didn't know what the right course of action would be at the moment. But she knew that the solution wouldn't be Chris and Christian running out there like vigilantes in the old west.

"Trish, we have to, they hurt you," Christian said, gesturing towards her arms and her face.

"No, please, don't go," Trish said, and this time, even Lita and Stephanie sent her confused looks.

"Trish, we're going to kick their asses for you."

"We'll even go and kick Molly's ass on your behalf," Lita added, getting an enthusiastic nod from Stephanie.

"You guys, no," Trish said, looking at each of them individually. "It wouldn't do any good…and Stephanie, you can't even let them see you."

"I don't care," Stephanie said. "This is my friend's well-being we're talking about. I'd give Molly a couple of my bitch slaps and see how she likes it."

"Hell yeah," Lita said, giving Stephanie a high five. Christian just nudged Chris and gave him a little smirk. Chris rolled his eyes in response.

"I don't want any of you doing anything stupid," Trish said. "I have to take care of this by myself."

"Are you freaking crazy!" Chris yelled. "You're going to take on four people by yourself. Oh no way, NO WAY!"

"I'm not going to fight them," Trish said. "I'm just going to…I don't know, but I'm not fighting them. And besides, it would've only been three because Batista wasn't there. I don't know where he was."

In fact, Dave had been with Randy during Trish's ordeal. Not that Dave even knew what was going on, because he didn't know. Randy was telling Dave all the details of his date with Trish. Dave didn't particularly care, but Randy was his friend so he felt obligated to at least listen about how the date had gone.

"She's pretty incredible man," Randy said. "I knew she would be, but once we got past that first little fight thing, everything was great."

"I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into," Dave said darkly.

Randy looked at him suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

"Look, she's on the other side man, she's not like us."

"You're damn right she's not like us, she's better," Randy answered with a smile. "I think that's what makes her so amazing."

"Don't forget who you are though Randy, or who we are."

"I know who I am," Randy said, "But as for who we are, I don't think that should have any bearing on me dating Trish. She's…we're…I'm not going to let it stand in the way."

"But have you thought about what Hunter will think."

"I don't care what Hunter thinks, this is my choice. I don't think he gets to control who I date. I definitely didn't sign on for that when I joined Evolution."

"I'm just telling you to watch out for him."

"Why? Did he say something?" Randy asked. If Hunter had said something about him behind his back, he wanted to know what it was. Hunter may be the leader of Evolution, but Randy still didn't want him saying shit behind his back. It was a matter of pride above anything else.

"He hasn't said anything to me," Dave said. "But you know how he is. He likes to control. He likes to be in control."

"Dave, honestly man, if you met this really great girl, and she happened to be someone that Hunter didn't like, would that stop you from pursuing her?"

Dave clucked his tongue, "No, it wouldn't."

"That's what I thought, of course it wouldn't matter. You want who you want, and I want Trish, no matter what Hunter says. I have the feeling he's trying to pawn me off on Molly though, but I don't even want to go there."

Dave chuckled, "I wouldn't go there either. No offense to Molly, but she isn't exactly someone I'd want to pursue."

"Heh, I get exactly what you're saying," Randy retorted. "Hey, speaking of…where the hell is everyone else?"

"No idea, I thought I heard them saying something about dinner, but I didn't feel like going with them."

"I don't blame you, that Molly sure is hard to take. She thinks she runs the joint."

"Yeah, I could sit on her and crush her," Dave said, to which Randy chuckled. "But yeah, no clue where they might be."

Back in Lita and Christian's room, Trish was watching as Chris and Christian tried to calm themselves down. She had been adamant about them not going to fight with Evolution. If they wanted to do that, they would have the opportunity on Raw, but she certainly wasn't going to let them loose in the hotel that evening. That would just be stupidity, especially with how angry the two of them were.

"Trish, do you think that Randy had anything to do with this?" Stephanie asked.

It was a question Trish had been trying to avoid since she had escaped the clutches of Hunter and Molly. She didn't want to think that Randy had anything to do with it, but the timing was awfully convenient. If it had been a ruse, it was one of the best set-ups she had ever seen. It had seemed so real, especially with Randy's outburst at her acting like a petulant child at the beginning of their date. But how much could she really trust Randy? He was a part of Evolution, and everyone knew that they were a very untrustworthy bunch.

"I don't know," Trish said quietly. "I mean, I would've thought that for sure this morning, but now, I'm not so sure. I mean, he would've been there, don't you think?"

"But maybe he was just the guy who was going to set you up, but not do the dirty work," Christian said. "I swear to God, we should've seen it."

"I really don't know what to think about Randy," Trish said, "I think I would have to talk to him again."

"No way!" Chris cried out. "We're not going to let you go anywhere near that guy without one of us there. We're not letting you get hurt again. I'm pissed it even happened this time."

"Chris, calm down," Stephanie said, patting his arm, and then linking it with hers. "You're going to get yourself all worked up with this pent-up anger and you'll have nowhere to get it out of your system."

"Well, if I could just go beat up Randy or Evolution, we wouldn't have this problem. Just let me get them Trish, I swear, we'll take care of them."

"Not until I find out what's really going on," Trish said. "I need to know who was responsible for this."

"That's smart," Stephanie said, trying to reassure Chris that it was the right thing to do. He couldn't just go balls out and start hitting every guy he thought was responsible. It would only wreak havoc and dismay.

"I think I just want to go to bed," Trish said.

"Do you want to stay with us?" Lita asked.

"Or us?" Stephanie said.

"Um…I guess it would be the most safe right?" Trish said. "I don't even know how they got into my hotel room. Hunter made some comment on skills, but he never told me how they got in."

"You can stay with us," Lita said. "I think we'll all feel better if you stay with us so we know that you're safe."

"Thanks guys," Trish said. "Would you guys like to come with me to get my things?"

"Yeah, we'll come," Christian said, speaking on his and Chris's behalves.

"Thank you," she said, standing up again.

The three of them exited the room and Chris and Christian escorted her back to her hotel room. The door was ajar and they walked in. It took all of Chris and Christian's willpower not to just run out of there and look for the bastards that had done this to her. The stood by the door as Trish gathered up all her things.

The walk back to Lita and Christian's hotel room was solemn, and it almost felt like a funeral procession. They walked inside and found that Lita and Stephanie had fixed up the couch already so that Trish would have somewhere to sleep. She was grateful that they were taking such good care of her. She wasn't letting it show, but she was still rather shaken up over the incident. She knew if she showed that, it would set them all off, so she kept it bottled up.

"Ok you guys, we're going to head back to our room," Stephanie said, grabbing Chris's hand. "If you need us for ANYTHING do not hesitate to call us. Even if you're interrupting our sleep, we don't care, we'll wake up."

"Yeah, I won't even complain," Chris added.

"And that's a miracle," Stephanie teased.

"Bye you guys," Trish said.

"Bye," Lita and Christian said in unison, sickening the rest of them. When Chris and Stephanie had left, Lita turned to her friend sympathetically.

"Trish, anything you need?"

"Nope, I'm fine," Trish said with a smile, though slightly forced.

"Ok, but if you need us…"

"Guys, I'm not seven, and I'm not going to call you in the middle of the night for a glass of water. I'll be fine. I just need some sleep and I'll be as good as new in the morning. I promise."

"I was thinking, maybe we should tell the police about this," Lita said, sitting down in an armchair and facing Trish. "I mean, you were assaulted."

"Yeah, but they could easily say that this happened in the ring," Trish answered. "Besides, with their power and money, I'm sure they'd somehow get off the hook. I'd rather just deal with this by myself, or not with the police involved."

"Well, it's up to you," Lita said, "But think about it alright?"

"I will."

"Night," Lita said.

"Night Trish, feel better," Christian said as they walked back into the bedroom.

Later that evening, things had settled down and Trish was lying in bed and thinking. She really wanted to know if Randy had anything to do with this thing tonight. Was he part of the set-up, or wasn't he? She had been thinking about it for hours now, just staring up at the ceiling and analyzing every moment of their date, trying to figure out if there were clues in his behavior.

She finally had had enough and she needed to know right that moment. She got out of the makeshift bed and grabbed her robe, tying it around herself before slipping into some shoes. She quietly went to the door and opened it, hoping that it wouldn't squeak. When it did, she froze for a moment, praying that it didn't wake up Lita or Christian. It didn't seem to and she opened it just enough so that she could slip out, she moved the doorstop to it so that she could get back inside when she was finished with her little errand.

She padded her way down to the door she knew was Randy's. She had told him she was sharing with Dave that evening, so she desired Randy to open it and not Dave. Although Dave had not been there that evening, during her beat-down, he might've known about it, and that could be just as bad. He was a big, scary man, and he could do her a lot of damage. But she was probably quicker, so she could outrun him if need be.

She knocked on the door, not too loudly, but enough that she should be heard. She shifted her weight from foot to foot nervously, hoping that whatever was on the other side of this door was friend and not foe. She waited a few more seconds and just as she was about to leave, she heard a couple of steps from behind the door. She held her breath until the door opened and Randy stood there, rubbing his eyes.

"Trish?" he asked sleepily.

"Yeah, hi."

"What are you doing here?" he asked, still not fully awake.

"I was wondering if we could talk," she said quickly, glancing over her shoulder, expecting Hunter to be grinning sinisterly at her.

"It's like three in the morning."

"I know, but I really needed to talk to you, like right now."

"Is it important?"

"Yes, very," she answered.

"Ok, um, do you want to come inside?" he asked.

"Is Dave in there?"

"Yeah, but he's asleep."

"Um, I'd rather do this alone if it's all the same with you," she said. Randy nodded briefly before grabbing some shoes and shoving them on his feet, grabbing his key card and stepping out into the hallway.

"So where do you want to go?" he asked, then saw her face. "Trish, what happened?"

Well, it was a good sign, him asking what was wrong with her face. That could mean that he had no idea about the attack and this was his first time hearing about it. She only hoped that's what he meant. She looked down shyly, embarrassed by her face, though she had no need. This wasn't her fault.

"That has to do with what I need to talk to you about," she said, stepping a couple of feet away from the door. Randy followed her, anxious to hear what had happened to her face. If he found out that someone had hurt her…

"Ok, so what happened, please tell me."

She turned to him and sighed, "I'm guessing you had no idea then."

"No idea about…" It struck Randy right then, and he started shaking his head profusely. "No, no, you can't mean….please don't tell me it was Hunter."

"Well, Molly was the one doing the actual damage. Hunter was just the one holding me back," Trish said, trying to make a joke, but it was neither the time nor the place for joking as she saw Randy pale. He was pissed off and she could tell.

"I can't believe this!" he said, punching the wall next to him. "I didn't even think he was capable of doing this!"

"Have you met Hunter?" Trish said. "Of course he was capable."

"Fuck, I didn't think he would do that to his own teammate. I thought we had some sense of camaraderie, but no, the first sign that I might like someone, he has to butt his way in. I can't believe he would do that!"

"Randy, calm down before people start to come out of their rooms," Trish said, walking to him and putting a hand on his arm. "You don't want to make a scene."

"Oh, I'll make a scene all right…wait…was Dave there?" Randy asked suspiciously.

"No, it was Hunter, Molly and Flair," Trish answered.

"God, Dave warned me…wait a second," Randy said, thinking back to what Dave had said. Was Dave in on this? Could Dave, his best friend, have helped set this up? Randy was livid and he stalked back to his door and swung the keycard in and threw open the door. Trish followed helplessly, hoping that nobody could hear Randy.

Randy tore through the room and headed straight for the sleeping Dave. He roughly pulled the covers of and shook Dave awake. Dave sat up groggily, wondering why the hell he was being woken up. Randy grabbed his arm and pulled him out of bed, only to shove him against the wall.

"You better tell me what you know NOW!"