Trish was shaking, gripping the exit to her locker room until her knuckles turned white. She was scared, no, terrified. When she arrived at the convention center, Vince was smiling in the parking lot. She knew by his expression that tonight's match was happening. It was going to be the last match of the night presented. She had watched the others without any recollection of what had happened in them. The more that went by, the closer her own nightmare crept in. She heard the introduction music of Randy and Stacy but still hadn't moved. Trish silently cried, moving her legs like a zombie towards her fate.

Trish paused just outside of the ring, closed her eyes, and mentally prepared herself. Stay strong girl and play dead. Don't give them a fight, she thought. This would make the match go sooner and her own personal torment would come to an end. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sickly smirk of Randy's as he opened the ropes for her to climb in. Being the stubborn girl she was, Trish moved to the opposite side of the ring and climbed in herself. Stacy just snorted, mildly jealous of the attention not being thrown in her direction. Before Trish could finish her usual taunt, Stacy pulled her leg off the middle rope, making Trish's chin connect with the top buckle. She connected hard, seeing mild stars as she pulled herself off. The bell sounded and the match began. Trish watched the two circle around her like sharks. She tried to prevent herself from being cornered by walking, always facing them, to an opposite corner. She was trapped without any idea of what her plan would be now. Randy held up his hand, stopping her in the middle of the ring. Trish froze, half expecting him to hit her but instead he opened a chair that was already in the ring. She eyed him, a bit confused towards his intentions. He sat, giving her a wicked smile. Trish didn't know what to do, especially when Randy pointed behind her. That's when she remembered the other person involved in this match. Knowing she probably shouldn't have, Trish turned, connecting face first with a kendo stick. Even though it didn't break the skin, her head stung like hell. She clutched her ribs, falling to the floor in a ball after the next strike. Play dead, she told herself. Trish tensed, waiting for the next strike but felt none. When she opened her eyes, Randy was in her face. He smirked that arrogant smirk again and pulled her up by the hair. Stacy connected her heel with Trish's face using her famous Spinning Heel Kick. Then, adding insult to injury, Randy picked up Trish's ankle and slammed it down as hard as he could, making her face also connect with the ring. The pain in her face was nothing compared to that in her ankle. She thought for sure it was broken. It wasn't hard to play dead now. Along with her fear, immense pain shot through her whole body. She laid still, the only part of her body moving was her chest as it heaved up and down for air. She could tell she was losing consciousness when the crowd's faces began to blur into one body. A cold object touched her neck and she wondered if she was imagining it or if there was really something there. The crowd grew louder in her ears. It almost sounded like they were chanting. She couldn't imagine why they would be happy to see her being beaten to a pulp. Trish never imagined herself to be unpopular with the fans. Nothing had changed in her appearance between now and last week. The sounds grew louder as she felt the last of her vision blur. She felt strong arms around her body that were all too familiar. Girl you must really be losing it, she thought. She smiled a warm smile, liking the tricks her mind was playing on her. She swore she could hear Jeff Hardy whispering in her ears.

"My angel," she managed to choke out before welcoming the unavoidable darkness.

The announcers monitored the whole match, never leaving any details out for the fans watching on television. Jim Ross watched in shock, allowing Jerry Lawler to handle the play by play. Jim was never able to make sense of himself in situations he thought was unfair. He felt more strongly giving his opinion on what a horrible person Orton was to have the nerve to not only hit a female, but create such a plan. Jerry couldn't contain himself, rambling nervously about the events.

"Oh my god, Orton has really done it. He's gone under the ring and retrieved a chair. I want to focus on Stacy's amazing body but it's hard when the beautiful Trish is lying helpless in the middle of the ring! What can Orton be thinking?"

Jim Ross finally spoke up. "Orton is a monster and so is Vince McMahon! What kind of monster would create a match like this?"

"J.R. he's actually doing it! No, he can't be serious! He put the chair around Trish's neck! Look, he's climbing the robes! He's going to break her neck, J.R.!"

"I can't watch this anymore, King," J.R. said as he threw down his headset, standing up in a furry.

"Wait a minute, J.R.," King said wide eyed, pulling his friend's sleeve.

"No! I won't watch this anymore!" J.R. said as he shouted something in Orton's direction.

Orton turned his back to the ring, looking at J.R. He was still perched on the top rope. "Do you want a piece of me, old man?" Orton taunted.

He heard the fans cheer louder, smirking as they "backed" him. Little did he see what everyone else saw. Orton turned and jumped without looking on the ground. Instead of meeting a chair aimed for Trish Stratus, Orton met one right onto his head.

Jeff Hardy heard the sickening thud as the chair connected with Randy Orton's head. He was furious, his eyes looking inhuman. He looked like a wild animal, furiously attacking his prey. He hit Orton over and over with the chair until some resistance was met on the other end. Jeff turned, glaring at Stacy Keibler, an accomplice in this sick joke. Stacy held up her hands in pleading, afraid he would strike her next. Even though he wanted to harm her for hurting Trish, he was no monster like Orton and Vince. Jeff jumped at her in an intimidating manner making the blonde run out of the ring. The referee stood in confusion but grateful for some interference. Jeff put Trish's arm over Orton, making the ref count to 3. He refused to remove her, allowing Vince to have a loop hole for another match of this nature. He checked Trish's vitals, very concerned by the look on her face.

"It's going to be all right. The match is over now, you're safe," He whispered, running his hands through her hair. Jeff gently picked her up, cradling her protectively to him as he left. J.R. held the ropes for him, making it easier for him to climb through. Once he was down, J.R. padded Jeff on the shoulder.

"Thank god for a man like you, Jeff Hardy."

Jeff nodded, still having the fire fuel his eyes. He hoped his protectiveness didn't come off the wrong way to a timid J.R. He continued with Trish up the stage, refusing to rest until she was safely in his hotel room. He was afraid to leave her unconscious and alone. Matt had already phoned the on staff doctor to meet them there. He warned Jeff not to get involved in something that wasn't his business but Jeff had yelled back to him that Matt would do the same thing if it was Lita. He knew every power Vince wielded would come raining down on his head before the night was over and into the following week.

As he slid Trish into his car, she began to stir a little. Jeff was thankful for this. It was the only good sign since the incoherent thing she whispered while he cradled her in the ring. Vince was already yelling at him, approaching the two as fast as his bad legs could carry him.

"Hardy! Hardy! Hardy! What do you think you're doing? You'll pay for your involvement! You want a challenge? Next week, it will be you against Randy Orton in a ladder match! Do you hear me?"

Vince was in touching range of Jeff now. He turned, the rage still fueling his fire, and connected his fist with Vince's jaw before he could even blink. The punch packed so much force, the man fell straight to the ground. Jeff spit on him before getting in his car and getting as far away from Vince as he could. If he stayed, he would likely kill him.

Vince stumbled into his office, more irritated than he knew he could get. His furry made his whole face red.

"I'll show him," he mumbled to himself.

A voice startled Vince, not knowing anyone else was in his office.

"You know, I'm not really liking the way you are running things here.

Who is the voice talking to Vince? Will Jeff finally tell Trish how he feels? Will Trish tell Jeff? He's saved her twice now but can she save him? What type of tricks will Vince have up his sleeve? Except the next chapter Tuesday or maybe Sunday night! I have a math test and 4 sections of homework due Monday so it depends on how much I can get done! If it is Tuesday, I'll make it long! =D