"What the hell were you trying to do back there?" Randy hissed at Andrea, coming to a sudden stop a few steps ahead of the locker room. "Are you trying to get me in trouble?"

Andrea averted her eyes as he glared at her. "What did I do wrong, Randy?" her voice was soft and shaky.

"What did I do wrong, Randy?" Randy mimicked sarcastically. He grabbed Andrea's arm in a vice-like grip, causing her to wince pitifully. "You were making a scene and acting like a fucking victim. Right in front of the entire roster! I mean, why the fuck do you have to go and broadcast our relationship problems with everyone in the world, huh?! Why the fuck can't you keep your mouth shut?"

"I'm not!" Andrea protested weakly, cringing again as a sudden stab of pain shot through her arm.

"Then why the hell did Dave Batista come up to me, threatening to kill me if I ever lay a finger on you again? Huh? Can you tell me, Andrea Orton? If you haven't been spreading the news, then how the hell could that bastard have found out?" Randy shook her violently.

"Randy, please, you're hurting me!" Andrea winced, her eyes filling up with tears for the pain.

Taking a deep breath, Randy let go of his wife's shoulders and took a few steps back, running a hand agitatedly through his buzz-cut. Andrea looked at the floor again, not daring to meet Randy's eyes, and rubbed her arm gently, trying to rid herself of the pain.

She didn't notice Randy moving closer to her. His voice was dangerously low. "What was the deal with you and Helmsley back there?"

Andrea's head snapped up. "Wh... What?"

"Why did he have his hands all over you? And, why weren't you stopping it?" Randy moved even closer to her. She could feel his breath on her skin. Andrea turned her head away, fearing that her eyes would betray her past indiscretion.

"I was... upset about something. Hunter was just trying to comfort me." Andrea's voice was soft, hesitant.

Before she knew what was coming, Randy backhanded her across the face. "Don't fucking lie to me!" he screamed at her. "You whore! You're sleeping with him, aren't you?"

Andrea put her hand to her face in shock and pain. She moved backwards, away from Randy until her back hit the wall. "I... I'm not. Randy, please. Please don't hit me."

Randy didn't seem to have heard her. He grabbed at her wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. With his face almost touching hers, he hissed, "You had better not be having anything going on with Helmsley, Andrea. I will fucking kill you."

Andrea cowered in fear. "Randy, please... I'm not."

Randy let go of her wrists and turned to walk off. He had barely taken three steps when he suddenly turned around and slapped her. The impact of the blow was so hard that she fell to the ground, knocking over some boxes. The loud sound that ensued drew the attention of the guys in the locker room, who rushed out.

The scene they were greeted with was not at all pretty.

Andrea was sitting on the ground, tears running down her face. The force of the blow had been so hard that her cheeks were imprinted with Randy's handprint. Randy was standing over her, his chest heaving, his eyes livid. There was absolutely no mistaking, at that point, what had happened.

Hunter lunged at Randy. "You asshole! How dare you hit Andie?!" Shawn quickly grabbed Hunter and held him back.

Dave made to move over to help Andrea up but she shook her head and cowered toward the wall. She knew that accepting any form of help would result in unwanted repercussions at Randy's hands.

Randy stared at Hunter unflinchingly. "Why are you so concerned about Andrea, Helmsley?"

Hunter's face was red with anger. "I will not tolerate any guy hitting a woman! More so, a woman that I lo..."

"Hunter," Andrea quickly interjected, wiping away her tears, predicting correctly what Hunter was about to say. "It's okay. Don't."

Randy narrowed his eyes and looked at her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up. "Tell them, Andrea. Tell them."Andrea turned to him, her eyes fearful and pleading. Randy squeezed her arm tighter. "Tell them!"

Andrea stifled a sob and swallowed whatever pride she had left. "It's my own fault. I disobeyed Randy. I deserve to be punished. It's not Randy's fault at all."

There was complete silence as the roster stared at the Ortons, their mouths gaped in shock.

Hunter broke the silence. "Andie, please, wake up! Come with me. I will help you. We will all help you. We are your friends. Please. Randy will end up killing you. Please." His heart was so heavy, his tone almost begging.

Andrea shook her head before lowering it. "No, Hunter, you don't understand. If I wasn't such a bad girl, Randy wouldn't have to discipline me. It's for my own good."

Randy looked triumphantly at them. "Are you done? If so, my wife and I would like to go home."

For the first time ever, no one could find a word to say. They were stunned into complete and absolute silence.

Randy looked at them and nodded. "Good." He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. He pointed at Hunter. "Helmsley, stay out of our business. I'm warning you." He turned on his heel and walked off.

Andrea cast a sad and despairing look at her friends before hurrying after Randy.

Hunter turned to the rest of the roster. "What the hell is wrong with her?! Why can't she just leave him?!"

Evan shook his head. "She's too frightened to. And, unless she chooses to, there isn't anything we can do."