Chapter 10

Stacy could practically feel her stomach churn as she shut the door behind them. Her instincts were practically screaming that this was beyond wrong. HE didn't deserve this. This wasn't the type of person she was. She could never take this back and what exactly would that say about her? That she was a coldhearted bitch? Did she really want that? These were things she had been thinking about all night, even before she had decided to go through with this. It was too late now. She had gone this far and she couldn't turn back. She walked passed Jericho, who was busy scanning her room with his eyes. She could feel his eyes move to her and this made her even more uneasy.

"This is a nice room." Jericho commented trying to make small talk. Stacy offered a polite smile while taking a seat on the end of her bed. She could feel her heart pounding so hard, and so loud, she was surprised he didn't hear it. This was a new feeling for her. It was like that stomachache she usually gets when she is about to do something really wrong. Her stomach was completely tied in knots. It was killing her.

"You okay?" He spoke breaking her from her thoughts. He could tell for whatever reason she was on edge. She gave him an almost fearful look before she forced herself to shake this off. There was backing out now. She had decided to do this for a reason after all hadn't she? Although she couldn't help but think about how stupid those reasons seemed right now.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Stacy nodded quickly with a reassuring smile finally gaining hold of her senses. "Have a seat." She offered patting the mattress next to her. Jericho made his way over and slowly sat down. He turned to face her but when he went to speak her lips were suddenly smashed against his.

"Stacy, this doesn't seem like you." Jericho admitted after breaking the kiss and pulling away from her. "Inviting a guy you've dated briefly into your room…despite how devastatingly handsome he is, that's just not you." He added looking into her eyes searching for answers. Why did he have to make this harder? Any other guy would have just ripped her clothes off and had their way with her without a second thought.

"How would you know?" Stacy retorted defensively.

"I just do. So what gives? I mean trust me, I'm not complaining. I'll probably be kicking myself for this later…but I just don't get it." Jericho explained honestly his eyes burning into her own.

"Maybe I see something special in you, something worth giving myself too even if it's too soon…maybe for whatever reason I need this tonight." Stacy answered trying to put up a brave front and masking a fake facade. She even almost managed to convince herself. In a strange way it almost felt like the truth, at least partially.

"Is that true? Your want this…US to mean something?" Jericho questioned staring at her. Instead of forcing herself to look away she pressed her lips against his one again. He didn't pull away this time but instead took this as her answer. He gave into this kiss, his lips wrestling with hers in a passionate kiss. He slipped his arms around her waist and they slowly fell back on the bed. Yet, she wasn't even enjoying this.

This wasn't like this times she had spent with Randy, despite how wrong those moments of weakness were. She had always wanted and needed him. It never felt forced. She would lose all control of herself sometimes and in the end always got hurt because of it. Now here she was with a seemingly great guy and all she wanted to do was cry. Jericho's mouth left hers and his lips traveled to her neck. She stared up at the ceiling, her mind crowded with thoughts. Molten hot tears streamed down her face and the screams of her conscience were growing louder. She couldn't do this, it was wrong. She couldn't do this to Jericho or herself. She was so lost in her thoughts and the on-going tug-of-war with her conscience that she hadn't even noticed Jericho gazing at her. He held himself above her with the gentlest look of concern.

"Are you okay?" Jericho asked softly.

"I can't do this." Stacy murmured with tears in her eyes. Jericho slowly moved away allowing her to sit up as they faced each other on the bed.

"Stacy, we don't have to do anything your not ready for. That's what I've been trying to tell you." Jericho assured her softly.

"Why do you have to be such a nice guy?" Stacy wept with fresh tears rolling down her face.

"I don't know how to respond to that…I'm not usually referred to as a nice guy. Would it be better if I were a jackass cause I could probably pull that off?" Jericho chuckled jokingly trying to lighten the mood but failing. "Don't cry Stacy." He cooed softly putting an arm around her.

"I'm a horrible person." Stacy shook her head.

"No, your not." Jericho insisted looking at her as if she was crazy.

"Yes, I am. Chris, I was gonna use you tonight. I had it all planned out. I was going to invite you into my room, sleep with you and then intentionally break your heart just because it's been done to me in the past. All so I could see what it felt like being on the other side." Stacy confessed crying harder. Jericho stared into her eyes intensely.

"Stacy, are you saying you were going to use me…for my body?" Jericho teased playfully losing all seriousness while flexing his muscles causing Stacy to laugh.

"Chris stop! It's not funny! You should hate me. I'm an evil, horrible person." Stacy cried trying not to laugh.

"No your not, because you didn't go through with it." Jericho replied finally being serious.

"Aren't you at all upset that I was going to do something like that to you?" Stacy questioned unable to mask her surprise.

"Sex with Stacy Keibler doesn't sound all that bad to me." Jericho teased.

"I'm being serious." Stacy insisted looking at him.

"I guess a little because I do like you I would have been hurt but I don't think it would have crushed me. I think the fact that you couldn't do it speaks volumes. Maybe someday you can really have those feelings for me." Jericho answered.

"I do like you Chris. I think your great…" Stacy began to reply.

"…But you've had your heartbroken and your afraid." Jericho answered cutting her off.

"Sounds like you've been there." Stacy commented.

"You could say that. I can relate, I certainly know what it's like to be hurt by someone you care about. It gets better eventually." Jericho promised. "Why don't you tell me about it?" he asked.

"I fell for someone that I shouldn't have. It was like whenever I got around him I couldn't control myself. I just had to be with him. He treated me like shit, sometimes worse than I've ever been treated and yet I still kept going back. I don't know what it was, I guess maybe I thought deep down he was a good person or that there was a sliver of a chance I could save him." Stacy explained with tears in her eyes. "But it never happened and I just kept getting hurt. Then one day, not too long ago he finally gave me an explanation for the way he treated me and why he is such a jerk." She added emotionally.

"What was his excuse?" Jericho questioned.

"A woman from the past did the same thing to him and he never fully recovered from it. So, now he just uses women and blames his actions on what she put him through." Stacy replied bitterly.

"This guy sounds like a real winner." Jericho joked.

"I know how to pick 'em" Stacy chuckled finally smiling.

"Do I know this guy?" Jericho inquired curiously.

"Randy." Stacy nodded.

"Orton?" Jericho repeated not hiding his surprise. "I know it doesn't help much but I'm sorry for what he did to you. You deserve better than that Stacy. If it makes you feel any better I can relate." He offered.

"So, how about that long story?" Stacy pressed curiously.

"Not really a long one, I can pretty much sum it up in two words." Jericho replied. "Trish Stratus." He continued. Stacy's mouth dropped open at the revelation. What a small world. She had nearly forgotten Jericho had shared a thing with Trish briefly.

"Trish is the one who hurt Randy. The one he never recovered from." Stacy revealed.

"I guess I'm not too surprised. Trish is quite the man-eater. If any woman can manage to break a man it's her." Jericho replied honestly. "But I actually thought she had feelings for me. I admit in the beginning I screwed things up, making that bet making that bet with Christian and all. I didn't know I was gonna actually fall for her; I think it would have been better if I hadn't fell for her. It's not like I planned on it but I did. You can't control your heart right? I thought she felt the same. I never fell for any woman so hard, and she made sure I fell flat on my face. She actually cheated on me with my best friend." He continued with a bitter sadness in his eyes. That was the part that got him the most. How could she have done that to him with his best friend? He tried not to

"I'm sorry." Was all Stacy could manage to come up with.

"Me too." Jericho nodded referring more to her heartache than his own. "It sucks, but it's life. You live and learn. But it doesn't mean you can't love again. I know it doesn't feel this way now but in time the pain will become a distant memory." He promised.

"And it certainly helps having such great friends who are supportive and help you get through it." Stacy added with a sweet smile.

"I'm here whenever you need me. Why don't we just take things slow? No pressure, no expectations…just take things slow and whatever happens; happens. It's better this way for me too, I still feel what Trish did to me so I really don't want to jump into anything." Jericho suggested.

"I'd really like that." Stacy smiled.

"Good. Well, Miss Keibler it's way passed my bed time." Jericho laughed. "I should get going, we both have to get up early and Vince will have a fit if we're late." He added leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on her cheek before getting up.

"Chris" Stacy called placing a hand on his forearm before he could get up. He looked into her eyes and she leaned in softly kissing him on the lips. "Thank you." She whispered gently. Jericho smiled at this.

"Goodnight Stacy." He replied smiling at her before making his way to the door and letting himself out.

"Goodnight." Stacy repeated quietly out loud to herself before lying back on the bed.

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Molly plopped down on Stacy's bed with a heavy sigh. She watched with a bored frown while Stacy ran around frantically trying to get ready. Since becoming good friends they almost always traveled to the shows together.

"Today of all days, is the day my alarm doesn't go off!" Stacy yelled angrily.

"Aren't you lucky you have me, your own personal alarm." Molly replied with dry sarcasm. "You look fine!" She called as Stacy ran from her suitcase to the bathroom.

"No, I don't!" Stacy cried quickly emerging from the bathroom. "My eyes are red and swollen. You can tell I've been crying. I've tried icing them but you can still tell! Now what am I supposed to do? I can't go looking like this. Everyone will be asking what's wrong or if I'm okay." She complained heatedly.

"What's wrong, why were you crying?" Molly asked softly. Stacy paused looking at her quietly for a moment. "Is it Randy?" She asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Isn't it always?" Stacy sighed causing Molly to look at her sympathetically.

"What did he do this time?" Molly questioned with concern.

"Nothing recently…yet, everything at the same time." Stacy replied. "Am I always gonna carry this with me?" She asked sadly feeling pathetic. She was tired of being like this, always crying and hurting over a guy.

"I still do." Molly admitted.

"I almost hurt Chris last night and risked something that could be really great, all because I'm an idiot." Stacy confessed.

"I'm sure that's not true…" Molly began.

"I was gonna sleep with him and then treat him like shit afterward. I was gonna tell him I didn't want anything to do with him and belittle him all the while knowing he has feelings for me." Stacy interrupted.

"Stacy!" Molly gasped, a look of disapproval washing over her features.

"I know! It's horrible, and it would have made me no better than Randy. So, I couldn't go through with it" Stacy admitted. "Chris was so sweet and understanding." She marveled.

"I guess at least you didn't go through with it. But I can tell you if you were just considering it to see what it felt like, or to get an idea of why Randy does it…. I can tell you right now exactly what you would have felt. You would have felt like shit if you had gone through with it. Because you're not the kind of person who can just use someone for your own amusement and then throw them away like their nothing." Molly explained.

"I know that now. I need to move on and get over it. I really thought I had." Stacy replied.

"It's hard, and it's a long process. Sometimes you never get over someone you once loved or what they did to you." Molly reasoned.

"Maybe, but that doesn't mean you can never love again." Stacy smiled, something she had been saying a lot lately. She still believed in true love. At least Randy couldn't take that from her. Molly sent her a look of uncertainty in return. "Speaking of…you didn't seem to be in a good mood this morning. Is everything okay with you and Batista?" She pressed curiously expressing concern.

"If by okay, you mean exactly the same…then yeah everything is okay." Molly shrugged.

"That doesn't sound so good." Stacy answered with a frown.

"I like him and that in itself already scares the hell out of me. He seems like a great guy, but like I said looks can be deceiving. I thought Randy seemed like a great guy too." Molly began to explain.

"You can be quite cynical." Stacy replied.

"No, I'm not a cynic. I'm a realist and if something seems to good to be true it probably is. Dave Batista can have any woman he wants, so why me?" Molly insisted. "At the same time he does seem genuinely like a great guy and I don't want to ruin that but I can't seem to let him get close to me. I'm scared of being hurt like that again and I really don't know if it'd be worth it." She explained.

"First of all you're a great catch and any guy would be lucky to have you. Don't ever question what Dave sees in you." Stacy insisted. "So, you'd rather be completely numb and never really live your life and experience all the wonderful things love has to offer all because one guy is an asshole? Why give him that kind of power?" Stacy reasoned.

"That asshole is good friends with Batista, and doesn't the saying go 'you are who you hang out with'?" Molly reminded. She had heard things about Batista being a playboy.

"I'm your friend and if I didn't think Dave was the real deal, trust me, I wouldn't be encouraging you to take a chance on him." Stacy reassured softly.

"I know, and I suppose your right. It's just so hard. It's been years and I still haven't fully gotten passed this. What if I never do? What if I can't let Dave in?" Molly pondered sadly. Stacy sat on the bed and pulled Molly into a sympathetic hug. She knew exactly what Molly was going through.

"Crap, if you're not ready soon we're going to be late." Molly announced suddenly glancing at her watch. Stacy looked at her watch with a sudden look of alarm.

"Who knew girl talk could be so time consuming?" Stacy said with a laugh.

"Hurry!" Molly urged with a laugh.

"Screw it." Stacy replied grabbing her bag. "I'm going like this." She shrugged and with that she and Molly were out the door.

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"You'd better pray your telling the truth!" Batista growled slamming Christian against the hard steel of the locker.

"Why would I lie! I asked Molly out. She said yes. Can you blame her?" Christian taunted with a cocky grin.

"She wouldn't do something like that. She's seeing me!" Batista snapped angrily.

"Funny, she didn't mention having a boyfriend at all." Christian laughed with a smug look on his face. "If you don't believe me, ask her yourself." He shrugged confidently.

"Maybe I will." Batista hissed releasing him violently with a shove. He charged out of the locker room in search of Molly. It didn't take long to find her after plowing through the hallways. He spotted her entering the arena with Stacy. He approached them quite heatedly.

"Can I have a word with Molly?" Batista requested not masking his anger too well.

"Sure, I'll leave you two alone." Stacy nodded walking passed him up the hallway.

"What's wrong?" Molly questioned in alarm sensing he was upset.

"Are you going out on a date with Christian?" Batista asked calmly but it was still clear he was angry. Molly's face dropped. She had nearly forgotten she had agreed to go out on a date with Christian, but it's not like she was trying to hide it. She and Dave weren't really even together.

"Yes, but…" Molly began to try to explain.

"Yes? You actually accepted a date with him?" Batista exclaimed.

"Why are you getting so upset?" Molly cried.

"I just wasn't aware we we're seeing other people. I know I haven't been." Batista answered heatedly.

"I wasn't aware we we're officially together or exclusive." Molly replied defensively.

"Your right, so in that case I guess I will go out with Christy tonight. I turned her down because I was serious about us, but since you don't seem to be…" Batista retorted.

"Dave, that's not…" Molly cut him off visibly upset.

"You know Molly, I don't get you. Are you playing head games with me, or what? You act jealous or upset when I talk to other girls, but if I even try going anywhere near being non-platonic with you, you freak out and get scared. You're sending me so many mixed messages that I don't know what you want from me! And now this, you going out with Christian!" Batista cried in frustration. Tears had welled up in Molly's eyes but she couldn't allow herself to cry in front of him. The truth was, she didn't even know why she had accepted that date with Christian and now she really regretted it.

"I don't know what to say." Molly admitted sadly. Yet, there was so much to be said and her heart was screaming at her to let it out.

"You don't have to say anything, your actions speak loud enough for you." Batista answered before walking away finally fed up. He was more hurt than he was angry. He felt foolish. This entire time he had been pursuing her with no response. He should have taken it as a hint.

"Dave" Molly called softly but he kept walking and there was not really much else she could say. She didn't know what to tell him or how to explain herself. It didn't really matter because she would only hold back anyway, for fear of getting in too deep.

"Trouble in paradise?" Randy commented while walking passed her. Molly's eyes fixated on the back of his head and her blood boiled as the hot tears finally rolled down her face.

"How dare you!" Molly snapped irate.

"Come again?" Randy asked turning around looking as if he no idea what she was talking about. She sent him a venomous glare. "If looks could kill…" He smirked.

"…You'd be burning in hell, you rotten bastard!" Molly spat angrily. Here she was standing face to face, with the man who was really the core of all of her problems. He was the reason she had her heart broken and was never same, the reason Dave was hurting right now and of course the reason Stacy had been through months of anguish. Her eyes burned with pure hatred for this man. She swore she'd never hate anyone, but he managed to make her hate. Everything he did, everything he was and what he had made her into the day he ripped her still beating heart out. Randy stared at her intensely, not used to seeing her so enraged.

"What makes you think you can play with people's lives the way you do? You make me sick. I don't even know how you can live with yourself or mange to sleep at night! And don't hand me that bullshit about Trish breaking your poor little heart that you gave to Stacy. If you ask me, you deserve everything she did to you. And if you think that the way you are makes you more of a man, well then pardon my language, but you're an even bigger pussy then Trish thought you were!" Molly snapped growing angrier by the second. Randy's eyes narrowed on her and he clenched his jaw violently. Not only did the mention of what Trish did to him sting, but he wasn't about to let any bitch talk to him this way. "You don't deserve Stacy's friendship, and deep down eve a heartless asshole like you has to at least know that. Your no better than Trish, your worse than her. Because you know what it feels like to have your heart broken yet you intentionally try and hurt other people. I'm done letting you effect me. Your nothing but a spineless coward, who was s whipped and hurt by Trish that when she was done with you, you had to resort to hurting women just to make yourself feel like more of a man. The truth is you didn't want to ever risk getting hurt by someone like Trish again. So you hide behind this facade of a cocky player when really you're just weak and pathetic." She yelled furiously. Randy closed in on her until he was right in her face. She hid her intimidation well. She wasn't backing down.

"So, what does that make you? Hasn't the way you've been living a direct result of me, and what I did to you? The truth is your right to be scared Molly. Dave will hurt you ten times worse than I did. Come on, do you actually think any guy could ever love you? You can hate me all you want. Call me names, say I'm not a man…but the truth is your just not enough. You never will be." Randy replied calmly with a cocky grin. "Dave is just like me. He's just using you and once he gets what he wants you'll be nothing but another notch on his belt. Consider yourself lucky you even get that, he usually doesn't date fat girls." He added with a smug chuckled. He knew just the words to say stab her right in the heart. Molly slapped him as hard as she could and tears were streaming down her face. She couldn't hold them back.

"Someday your demons are gonna catch up with you." Molly promised before storming off emotionally. Randy held the side of his face slightly grinning. Strangely he hadn't really enjoyed his cruelty towards Molly. He felt a tinge of guilt, which he forced himself to shake off. She deserved it. A few moments later he was heading in the direction he had seen Batista heading. He caught up with Dave in his personal locker room.

"Everything alright? I just saw that argument between you and Molly." Randy questioned as he entered the locker room. Batista let out a heavy sigh hanging his head; his back was faced to Randy. He had been getting ready for his match and trying not to think about what had happened with Molly.

"That's over now." Batista said abruptly turning around.

"Your probably better off man. I mean the sex is pretty good but she sure as hell isn't worth the hassle of getting it." Randy chuckled.

"What the hell are you talking about Orton?" Batista questioned becoming angry.

"I thought you knew by now." Randy replied genuinely surprised. "Molly and I slept together a few years back." He shrugged like it was no big deal.

"You what!" Batista exclaimed.

"It wasn't really a big deal. I didn't care about her or anything like that. It was nothing serious." Randy insisted defensively. Batista marched right up to him and punched him in the gut as hard as he could. The blow knocked all of the wind out of him. Randy hunched over gasping for her.

"Asshole." Batista muttered.

"What was that for?" Randy cried angrily still hunched over and breathless.

"You know something, you're an insensitive prick." Batista snapped stomping out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

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Randy entered the cafeteria feeling very irate. Perhaps what he had said to Molly had been a bit harsh especially given their history and what he had done to her, but she had provoked him. She asked for it really. She had just blown up on him for nothing. It's not like he had done or said anything recently, unless this was all about the past. If so, well she was a few years late with the lash out. Was he supposed to just let her speak to him that way? He swore he'd never let any woman speak to him in that manner again. Then to top it all off, his so-called friend Batista punching him after finding out he had shared a relationship with Molly in the past. Randy hadn't even considered telling Batista about that would be a big deal. Things just didn't seem to be going his way lately. He had actually felt a little bad after everything he said to Molly, when she had started it! He felt bad! This didn't happen, ever. He tried to block it out, this retched feeling of guilt or whatever it was he was feeling.

Randy scanned the room until his eyes fell upon the one person he had been looking for. Stacy. He didn't want to talk to her or anything like that, but every now and then when he entered a crowded room or just an area he knew she would be, he look at her or watch her briefly. Looking didn't really hurt. Then, there would be instances where he could feel her eyes on him, or for a split second their eyes would make contact. She was sitting with Chris Jericho at one of the tables chatting and seemed to be having a good time. It didn't bother him seeing her with another guy; at least that is what he told himself. And even if there were tiny moments it did, you'd never get him to admit it to himself or anyone else. To his left, not too far from him…he spotted a familiar face also looking at the seemingly happy couple. In fact, she was looking at the almost…longingly. Randy's lips curled into a grin of interest. Trish Stratus quickly noticed the legend killer's eyes on her and her expression quickly changed to more of a sultry, calculating look. Let the games begin.

"Admiring from afar?" Randy commented with the raise of an eyebrow. "He used to be your boyfriend right? One of the many." He snickered.

"Stalking from afar Orton? That was always your thing right?" Trish retorted with a cocky grin.

"I don't have to stalk. Women fall right into my lap. Kind of like you did. Of course you're the only whore who left me with a nasty little itch. Thank God it was curable." Randy sneered with disgust.

"Make all the jokes you want but we both know you were never quite the same after me. I personally think that's a good thing." Trish admitted moving closer to him. "I game you something you were severely lacking….balls. I made you a better than. Randy you and I are the same. You can never change, and really, why would you want to? So for someone who has so much animosity towards me, I guess I have to wonder how it feels to become what you hate?" Trish taunted. Randy looked away from her for a moment to notice Stacy looking over at them. Trish turned her head and followed his gaze to Stacy. He heard her let out a laugh that was a mixture of amusement and cockiness. She turned her attention back to him and suddenly pulled him into a kiss he hadn't been expecting, or wanting. Stacy quickly looked away feeling a sharp stabbing pain at the image of Trish kissing Randy. Randy pushed Trish away roughly.

"I'm not like you." Randy hissed feeling sick to his stomach. That wasn't true, he is like her. At the realization of what he had always known, he hated himself for it in that moment.

"You're the male Trish Stratus." Trish laughed with pride. "We'd be a good team Randy, an unstoppable dominant force. You should think about that. Imagine what we'd be capable of. All the lives we could destroy just to get what we want, and sometimes just for fun. Everyone would be like pawn in our little game and we'd be the rulers." She added with a devious smile and a gleam in her eye.

"You're a bitch." Randy spat. Something she already knew. She laughed at this.

"No. I'm the bitch, and you're an asshole." Trish corrected with a smile. Randy shook his head, throwing Stacy one more glance. She didn't look back at him. She seemed to be focusing on the floor. He turned his attention back to Trish and without saying a word he walked off leaving the cafeteria.

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Lita walked down the corridor of the arena where she spotted Molly all alone sitting against the wall, looking as if she had just lost a friend.

"Everything okay?" Lita asked with genuine concern.

"Not really" Molly replied emotionally, trying not to be emotional and failing miserably.

"What happened?" Lita asked her concern growing more when she realized Molly had been crying.

"I don't want to talk about it." Molly shook her head looking like it was the last thing she wanted to talk about, because it was. She wanted it all to just go away; All of it.

"When you do, you know I'm here?" Lita reminded supportively. It was more of a statement than a question. Molly nodded attempting to muster a smile.

"Where's Kane?" Molly asked curiously in an attempt to change the subject. Although she really was curious, she hadn't seen the Big Red Machine all day, which was unusual because he and Lita had been inseparable.

"He had to do some promotional things for Vince. It was hell trying to pry him off my hip, and even harder convincing him I would be fine alone. He's just so concerned for my safety. It's really kind of sweet though…to have someone who cares that much." Lita smiled gazing at her wedding ring.

"I'm happy for you." Molly smiled truly meaning it.

"Thanks. So, are you sure you don't want to talk about what's bothering you." Lita asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I think I'm gonna go talk to who I'm having a problem with in a second actually. I guess I've just been putting it off." Molly answered standing up. "Where are you headed?" She questioned.

"I forgot some stuff in my car." Lita smiled.

"I guess I'll talk to you later." Molly offered getting ready to walk away.

"I hope everything works out for you." Lita called softly and began walking in the opposite direction.

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Molly wandered around the halls with knots in her stomach even though she knew exactly where he locker room was. It was about mustering up the courage to actually go there. She finally seemed to when she turned the corner and walked right up to the door with his name plaster on the front of it in giant letters. Inhaling deeply and mustering just about everything she had, she pounded her fist on the door. They needed to talk. Batista opened the door and was a bit surprised to see Molly after the encounter they had, not to mention the loud knocking sounded more like that of a man. She was a strong woman. Christy Hemme stood behind him with an oblivious smile that caused Molly to roll her eyes. It was bad enough being compared to the other Divas and their seemingly perfect bodies on a daily basis, but now she had to complete with Christy? Someone who had no problem showing off all of her assets? It's not that Molly didn't look good, but it was hard not to feel subconscious when compared to someone like Christy. To make matters worse Christy was wearing a barely there outfit that clung to her in all the right places. Molly looked from Christy, to Dave with an angry, hurt expression.

"We we're just about to head out." Batista began quietly as Christy nodded her head with a smile.

"This won't take long." Molly replied bitterly before slapping him so hard his face stung. Christy's mouth dropped open in complete shock at the exchange. "You almost had me fooled into thinking you were better than other guys. Randy informed me of exactly who you really are and what you want, but I'm not gonna let you in. You won't get to have that part of me. Thank God I didn't listen to my foolish heart." She cried her voice filled with emotion. She turned to walk away but Batista grabbed her by the arm spinning her around forcefully.

"I don't know what exactly Randy told you, but I do know I found out something pretty interesting myself. Apparently your not the person I thought you were either, because it turns out you were nothing but another one of Randy's whores! Randy isn't the relationship type so it's not like it could have meant much. So you can sleep with someone like him and you can go out with someone like Christian, but I'm a decent respectful guy and if I try to kiss you, you freak out! Then you have the audacity to slap more over something Orton told you, when you didn't even bother telling me you had ever been with Randy!" Batista snapped furiously. Molly had never seen him so angry, and he had pretty much just called her a whore, which only further hurt and infuriated her.

"It wasn't like that, you don't understand!" Molly cried heatedly her voice cracking.

"It doesn't even matter. This is over. I'm done playing your games. It's not worth the hassle." Batista cut her off angrily.

"Now that I know what you really want I couldn't agree more." Molly responded sadly, her chin quivering with pent up emotion.

"You don't know what you're talking about." Batista shook his head a bit more calmly.

"Neither do you, but I guess that doesn't really matter does it? Molly answered softly before walking away. Her cheeks stained with tears. She had been so scared of being hurt and here she was hurting all the same. Christy's eyes were wide with bewilderment not really knowing what to say, and all Dave could do was watch as Molly walked away not completely sure what he should feel.

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Matt sat in his car just waiting. His hands clenching the steering wheel tightly. His car was parked and his eyes were piercing and hollow searching through the darkness. After everything that had happened her had come to one depressing realization. His life would never be the same. He used to be happy, on top of the world. He had nothing. He had lost everything that had ever mattered. He lost the love of his life and the dream career he had worked so hard to build. He had even lost most of his friends in the process after the awful things they found out he did, and well the other friends he had simply didn't have the time for him. It was all for nothing. He thought he'd come out on top looking like the hero but now he had nothing. He finished off the bottler of Vodka in one last swig. It was helping to numb the pain. What was a man to do when his entire world crumbled around him? He wanted revenge, to make the people he blamed for his misfortune to suffer in agony like he had.

There she was finally. The fiery redhead he had been waiting all night for. Fortunately, or maybe rather unfortunately for once, Kane was not by her side. Too bad, he would have really liked to see the expression on his face when this all went down. He watched as she went to her car. A few moments later she emerged with her duffel bag. She wouldn't make it back into the arena though. He wouldn't allow it. Matt opened the car door staggering out. She was a few feet from him.

"Lita!" Matt yelled walking closer to her. Lita turned around in alarm immediately recognizing the voice. She had never seen Matt look or smell so awful. He smelt like a mixture of alcohol and really bad body odor.

"Are you drunk?" Lita cried as he got closer. "Your not supposed to be here." She added backing away. If she kept her distance he couldn't harm her.

"You ruined my life." Matter sobbed pulling a gun out of his pocket. Lita's mouth dropped in horror. Her eyes widened with fear. "I lost everything because of you. I have nothing." He cried.

"Matt." Lita uttered fearfully and her heart pounded her against her chest. "Please. You don't want to do this. It'll only make things worse. You'll never get away with it." She pleaded hoping to somehow reason with him but she somehow knew in the back of her mind that she wouldn't be able too. It was the look in his eyes. She had never seen him look at her this way, or anyone else for that matter.

"I have nothing to lose now." Matt shrugged. "Are you scared?" He asked almost tauntingly.

"Matt." Lita cried with tears in her eyes.

"Answer the fucking question!" Matt screamed.

"Yes." Lita uttered her voice trembling as hot tears rolled down her face.

"How do you want to die? Would you rather be shot in the head or the chest?" Matt questioned with a crazed look in his eyes. Lita's mouth dropped open barely digesting the sick question or the fact that this was all even happening right now. This had to be a nightmare. Matt was a lot of things, but a murder? Well he was the reason she lost her baby. The parking lot was empty with no sign of life anytime soon. The were in the middle of a show and the chances of someone hearing her scream were slim to none. But she could tell there was no way she'd be able to talk him out of this.

"HELP!" Lita screamed deciding to turn and run for it. She didn't get far. Matt pulled the trigger and she let out a loud scream when a bullet struck her in the back. She fell face first to the ground and a pool of blood began to surround her. He tucked his gun back in his pocket as raindrops began to fall, slowly becoming heavier. Matt hurried back into his car and quickly sped off.

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Thanks to: Everyone who was patient enough to wait for this update and kind enough to review, because as I have said countless times the reviews really do help. Thanks to anyone who reviewed more that once just to let me know you were still waiting and really wanting an update. lol. Also thanks to anyone who e-mailed or Pmed me and thanks from the bottom of my heart to those of you who like my writing and this story. You guys are the reason I try to make time for it. Thank you for being patient and understanding and the kind words. If you have read my profile you know hectic life is why I haven't been able to UD as much as I'd like too but here it is finally. Hope you all enjoy. Told you it wasn't over. BTW, Sorry I'm responding to individual reviews this time but it'll get out faster if I don't. lol. Also, to who ever reviewed under the name of 'you suck' sorry I have been having some things going on but that is not the way you get people to update.

Anyway, I really hope your all still reading and as always please review. It'll get updates faster. ;)

Preview: Was Trish propositioning Randy? And what is going on in that guy's head anyway? We have finally seen some type of human emotion but he hasn't really changed or even tried. Will Randy forever be the way he is or try to be a better guy? He doesn't seem to be having the best of luck. Will he and Batista make up or is this the end of their friendship? Speaking of Batista, it appears what had been building up between he and Molly is destroyed? Can they fix it and do they even want to? How will Stacy react to all of this? Will she ever get over Randy, will she and Jericho become a real thing? Matt shot Lita and now her life is in the balance! Will she make it? What will Kane do? What's going to happen next? You have to wait and see so please review so I can get to updating.

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