Chapter 60: Just Not My Night

Vixen made the cover, and heard the referee count to three. She was so excited over her victory that she didn't even stop to think about how easy that match was.

Vixen didn't even realize Trish sneaking up behind her with a steel chair. She felt the cold steel connect with her back, and the stun go throughout her entire body. As she fell to the mat, Vixen heard Trish yelling something like 'Get out here!' Her eyes traveled to the ramp to see a large man coming their way, named Viscera. Vixen was barely able to move, as he slipped in through the ropes. By the time she had gotten to her knees, she felt Viscera wrap his enormous arms around her and squeeze all the air out of her body. She couldn't even scream at the pain flowing through her body. Viscera then set her on her feet, but held her by the arms as she felt a Chick Kick to her head.

Vixen dropped to the mat, unable to move at all, but able to hear the crowd cheering. Her eyes watched as Lita slid into the ring and started attacking Trish. Viscera started going after Lita too, until Kane made his appearance and gave Viscera a huge boot to the face. Before anymore damage could be done, Viscera lifted Trish into his arms and carried her backstage. Both Lita and Kane knelt beside Vixen to see if she was all right. Vixen could barely move, but felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Lita..." she whined as her friend took her hand in hers and comforted her.

"It'll be okay honey, I promise," Lita said. Both her and Kane looked to see EMT's and a very pissed Batista making their way to the ring. Batista shoved past them and took Vixen into his arms. However they took her away from him to see her condition. Nothing was broken, she simply had the wind knocked out of her, and was bruised. The EMT's offered to help her backstage, but simply backed away from the look on Batista's face. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the medical room. Lita and Kane followed, trying to calm Batista down, with no luck. "Batista wait!" Lita called out and stepped in front of him. "Batista I'm sorry, I know you're upset because we didn't tell you about her match. But–"

"You knew?" Batista demanded as he glared at her. "You knew about this and you didn't tell me or talk her out of it?" he yelled.

Lita stood scared stiff in front of him, until she saw a hand land on Batista's shoulder. "Watch it Batista," Kane growled. Batista didn't even bother another glance at them as he carried Vixen off. "She'll be okay," Kane told his worried wife as she clutched to his chest crying.

"It's my fault. He's right, we should've told him or at least tried to make it a tag team match," she cried.

"It's not your fault. Batista has to realize that not only is Vixen a grown woman, but she's also a wrestling diva now. She has to learn to take care of herself, she can't have Batista protecting her all the time," Kane replied holding Lita tightly to him. "But don't worry, Viscera and Trish will pay dearly for this at Backlash."

"I hope so. Though I think we better leave Trish to Vixen," Lita replied thinking of how her man would dominate Viscera at Backlash, and her good friend winning the Women's Championship.

Meanwhile Batista was charging through the halls to get Vixen some help from the medical room. He didn't say a word as he set her on a bed and walked back out. He had a mission, and nothing was going to stop him from accomplishing it. Batista walked around backstage for 15 minutes to find Trish and Viscera laughing about what had happened in the ring. He ran up behind Viscera and charged him, beating the hell out of him. Once he laid on the floor unconscious, Batista set his sights on Trish.

Trish backed away into a wall, begging Batista not to hurt her. He placed both hands against the wall, trapping her between his arms. "I'm not going to do anything to you Trish. You know why? Because I won't have to. After your little stunt out there, Vixen is going to come back better then ever. Come Backlash, she is going to take that title from you, and there's going to be nothing you can do about it. And just for the record...you try bringing Viscera or any other superstar into this, then it's fair game. So I suggest you get some balls and face your own problems by yourself. Have a nice day," Batista growled and walked off back to the medical room. Trish stood there afraid for her life, trying to wake Viscera up in case he came back.

Meanwhile Batista was storming back to the medical room to check on Vixen. He shoved the door open to see three shocked heads whip around and see him. Stacy and Benoit had seen what happened out in the ring and came to check on their friend. Vixen was the first to try and speak, "Batista I can explain, I–"

Batista didn't even let her finish as he walked up and took her by the wrist. Since he wasn't sure she hurt her ankles or something he plopped her onto his shoulder. "Batista what are you doing?" both Vixen and Stacy yelled.

"Batista stop!" Benoit said, blocking the way out of the room. Benoit saw the look in his Batista's eyes, telling him he was dangerous. Batista just shoved Benoit out of the way, and made his way back to their locker room.

"Batista please stop!" Vixen cried, actually trying to fight back to make him put her down. All she could hear was Batista practically slamming the door open to their locker room, and slamming it shut. He put her none too gently on the couch, as Vixen backed away from him.

"I don't want you to move from that spot until my match is over. We'll talk then," he growled and went right back out the door. Lauren let tears fall freely down her face, as she limped into the bathroom. She couldn't even watch his match now, not after what he just did. His eyes were so frightening, his tone was so disturbing, he almost matched the Undertaker. The only thing that came to her mind was to try and take a shower to calm her nerves. While standing beneath the water, she thought she heard the door open and close. Lauren quickly turned off the water and threw on some jeans and a tank top.

Lauren opened the door and slowly looked around, thinking Batista was there. "B-Batista?" she called out weakly. Thinking it was all in her imagination, Lauren walked over to the mini-fridge to grab a bottle of water. She suddenly heard something click, like a door being locked. Lauren quickly turned around, barely able to scream before a large hand clamped over her mouth causing her to drop the water bottle onto the floor.

A/N: CHAPTER FRICKIN' SIXTY! Wow, this is a long fic, huh? Lol. So what's going to happen next? Huh? What? What's it gonna be? I'm serious I have no idea, lol. As always, thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews and support. Love ya:)