Rps Written By:

Alicia A. Fitzpatrick



All alone in her's and Hunter's hotel suite, Alyssa sits on the bed with her laptop on her lap. She had a mission on finding out something that would make a hell of an impact on a certain somebody. Going online and searching for a tragic incident that happened in Detroit, Michigan. She found the Detroit Free Press's website that had that incident stacked away somewhere and she clicks on it. Her eyes widen a bit as the story now hits her screen. A picture of a blonde woman, her hair almost covering her face as she lay still on the ground. Alyssa scrolls down a bit as the story tries to explain what really happened to this young woman. She begins to read the story aloud to herself.


"On August 15th, 2004, a murder incident ended a young woman's chance of fulfilling her life, family, and career. The young woman, known as Alicia Wilson, got shot 5 times in the chest by an enraged man named Tom Shanahan. Alicia was famously known as one of the Criminal Minds Federation's Divas, 'Alicia Bytch'. Just merely past 1 o'clock in the afternoon when Alicia and her 3 year old daughter was about to enter their Detroit home, witnesses explained that 'The man just came out of nowhere and pulled out a silver handgun and first pointed it at Alicia's head, then toward her daughter.' Another witness exclaimed that 'Alicia stepped in front of her daughter to protect her from getting shot and it sounded like a warzone was breaking out.' After the tragic incident, as it was seen by nearby neighbors, 'The man just stood there next to Alicia's body while her daughter screamed for mercy at her mother's side.' The witness went on to say, 'He then kneeled by her face and seemed to weep for what he just done. By that time the police came and immediately took him away.' Six Detroit police cars and an ambulance did arrive at the scene and Mrs. Wilson was taken to the nearby Sinai Hospital. She was rushed right into the emergency room but doctors immediately concluded that there was no hope for this woman, that she already passed away before she even arrived to the hospital. They even came to find out that Alicia Wilson was 2 months pregnant. The unborn infant had an unfortunate fate. As for her daughter Rachelle, she also entered Sinai Hospital and went into a bit of a trauma because of the recent events that she witnessed firsthand. Doctors and nurses gave her the tender care she needed and was admitted to Child Therapy to help in her time of grievance. Nobody knew what Tom Shanahan's motives were when he shot Alicia Wilson because when asked by police officers, he would not talk. He has a scheduled court date later this month and from the circumstances standing, he could face life in prison with no chance of parolle....."


Alyssa was getting so much into this tragic story, that the door opens and in comes Hunter. He opened up the door so abruptly that it made Alyssa jump, almost knocking her laptop to the floor. She quickly closes her laptop slightly, and her eyes rest on her husband. Hunter looks over at her.

"What are you so jumpy about?"

"I am not jumpy."

"Alyssa, come on now. You almost fell off of the bed. What was it that you were reading?"

"A story..."

"About what? Hardly anything gets you this jumpy, I gotta know what did because it would be a miracle."

"Shut up Hunter."

Triple H walks over to the side of the bed, and attempts to open up her laptop that wasn't closed all the way apparently. Alyssa moves it out of Hunter's reach.

"You're hiding something from me."

"Why would I be hiding something from you? It was just a story, a really juicy story that got me into it. That was all."

"I'm not stupid Alyssa. Let me see now."

Alyssa sighs and opens her laptop up. Hunter's eyes study the picture of Alicia, memories flooding back into him. Now only reading a couple lines of the story that followed, he then looks at his wife. With a very serious look on his face.

"Why the hell are you reading this?"

"I did not mean to read it.. I just fell upon it..."

"Bullshit.... close out that fucking story before I throw your laptop out of the window. I mean it Alyssa."

"No need to get pushy... You were the one that wanted to see what I was reading..."

"You don't need to be reading that shit. Especially not me. Or Rachelle. You know how I felt and still feel about Ali. Her loss was devestating to us both and you sit there and read that fucking story like it was nothing."

Alyssa looks at her husband confused.

"I do not know what you are talking about Hunter. When I was reading that story... it was just tragic."

"You're damn right it was. You're lucky Rachelle wasn't in the room or she would start bawling her little eyes out. She went through enough and she doesn't need to be reminded about what happened to Ali..... I have to get out of here."

Hunter turns and begins to walk toward the door, and Alyssa's voice calls out to him.

"You are taking this too hard Hunter, it is in the past and you should move on...."

He turns around to look at her, his face getting red with anger and his voice echoing throughout the room.

"What if I loved Ali? What if my feelings for her will remain with me until I die too? Did you ever think about that? No, I don't think you did. Whatever Alyssa, I'm getting out of here to calm my nerves now. I'll talk to you when I'm calmed down."

And with that, he is out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Alyssa remains still, thinking about what Hunter said to her. She then opens up her laptop again, looking once more at the story.

"Hmmm.... maybe Nick could use this as solid, hard proof....."

Plugging the printer into her laptop, she begins to print out the story. She can't help being evil-hearted, it comes natural to her. Then another idea comes to mind. Yes, this would be the cherry on top of it all. Alyssa begins to smile, and she picks up her cell phone. Dialing a number and waiting for an answer on the other end.

"Yes.. I would like to fly to Detroit, Michigan for one day. I have business to attend to there and it is crucial that I get a round-trip there before Backlash happens..... thank you."

Smiling like a Cheshire cat, she gets up from the bed, and begins to pack a few things for her flight to Detroit in just an hour. She just had to go there because she was the Queen of being a bitch. Going there, and being back here before Backlash would be perfect. After all, having a match against Candice was not that important. What could she possibly have on Alyssa? Nothing, nadda. Besides, Alyssa has been here longer than Candice and should automatically get respect from her. Always respect the people that are better than you, if you don't, then you are no better than the little jobbers who pretend to be something they clearly aren't. They just don't have the skills that are attained from being at a Federation for so long. Alyssa walks over to the mirror that hung on the wall, and she runs her crimson red fingernails through her hair.

"Candice Michelle, eat your heart out.... AND get out while you still can."

With a small laugh, she again takes out her cell phone and dials a number. Waiting for that person to pick up.

"It is me.... I have something you might want.... well soon to be two things. I will let you know when I have the second gift ready...... you are welcome.... take care..... goodbye dear."

Putting her cell phone into her purse, she then writes a note to her husband, telling him that she will be out of town for only a day and that she will be back before Backlash, and then telling him that she loves him. Setting the note on their bed, she then picks up her purse, and her small suitcase. Then leaves the empty suite behind.


It didn't take long to get to Detroit. Just a couple of hours and she got to enjoy the calm before the storm. She knew what she was about to do, will be risky. But that's what she craves. She just loves to walk on the wild side of things. Her plane then lands and from the airport, she heads on over to the prison where Tom Shanahan still serves his sentence. Alyssa watches as the cars go by inside of the limo, and examining some of the run-down buildings Detroit had to offer. It was raining slightly, a real gloomy day. A gloomy day to match what Alyssa was going to risk. She watches through the tinted glass, that even in the rain, people were still walking around, not caring at all. And that some of them caught eye of the fancy looking limo that was rolling down the street.

"How could Ali live here? It looks so ghetto.... oh yes, that is right. Alicia WAS ghetto. And I thought New York was bad."

The limo then stops at the prison gates, the driver telling the guard their purpose, and on through they go. It pulls up to the tall, grim-looking prison building that seemed to disappear into the dark and gray clouds that practically covered the sky. The driver opens up the door for Alyssa, her getting out with an umbrella in her hand and open. She then proceeds to enter the building. Once inside, she closes her umbrella and walks up to the desk. Telling the clerk that she had an "appointment" to see somebody. It's wonderful what money can do these days. The clerk nods their head, and speaks into their walkie-talkie, having a guard come and escort Alyssa to the visiting room.


At another part of the prison, where the prisoners and convicts are held, a man lays in his cot, with his hands behind his head and he stares up at the ceiling. His eyes had no feeling in them, and he hardly even blinks his eyes. Just staring lifelessly up at the ceiling. Watching as a small drop of water from the ceiling, hits the hard cement floor. His concentration is broken when a prison guard taps the bars of his cell with his nightstick, the clanging seem to never-endlessly echo throughout the man's small cell.

"Shanahan, you have a visitor."

Tom, doesn't answer. He blinks his eyes once, then slowly sits up. His head bowed down, he then stands up. Walking up to the bars where the guard impatiently stands. He suddenly throws his head up, looking the guard straight in the eyes.

"Do I now?"

"You're a crazy mother-fucker."

With the handcuffs still implanted to his wrists, Tom could hardly do anything. But he still has his ways of scaring people, or throwing them off guard mentally. The prison guard slides open the cell, and takes a hold of Tom's arm with a very tight grip.

"Not so hard you bastard."

"Then keep your damn mouth shut. I don't want to hear anything out of you."

The prison guard then escorts Tom down what seems like an infinite hallway that lead to nowhere. But unknowingly to him at this point, it lead to where he could let loose.


Alyssa sat in a chair that faced a glass that separated the visitors from the convicts. She waited until finally the thick and heavy door opened and out came Tom Shanahan and the prison guard that had a death grip on his arm. The prison guard forcingly sits Tom down in the chair that faced Alyssa. Alyssa's eyes studied him.. and right away she could feel the presence of a sick and demented murderer. On Tom's side, he smiles at the sight he sees. A beautiful woman wanting to visit and talk with him. He didn't mind at all. Alyssa hid a tape recorder in her lap.. and she presses play. Tom's deep voice then begins the conversation.

"Do I know you?"

"No you do not. But I was hoping I could talk to you about--"

"The murder of Alicia Wilson right? Just like everybody else wanting to find out some more facts.. so they could publish it in their fucking newspapers. I know already."

"Then would you care to answer a few questions then?"

"Now why would I want to do that? You're just another sneaky reporter wanting to get another story.."

"I will inform you that I am not a reporter. I am simply someone that Alicia Wilson worked with. I am just curious on why exactly you murdered her, that is all. It is all out of curiousity."

Tom begins to smile slightly, and he leans up a little.

"Have you ever heard the saying, 'curiousity killed the kitty cat'? Speaking of kitty cat.. I haven't got any ever since I got a taste of Alicia. That girl just tasted too sweet for me to pass up...."

Alyssa rolls her eyes.

"Besides that..... why did you kill her?"

"That's a little too broad of a question.... wait, I don't even know your name. Why am I telling you my inner thoughts when I don't even know your name?"

"I prefer that you do not know my name."

"Scared?"

Alyssa leans up in her seat, the tape recorder still rolling.

"It is common sense, Tom."

"Whatever then. I already committed the crime.... alright then. I killed Alicia Wilson..... accidently."

"Accidently?"

"You heard me. Accidently. Alicia was too well liked in her neighborhood so her nosey neighbors had to say that I killed her on purpose."

"Then why were you there in the first place?"

"........."

Tom rubs his forming goatee slowly, his eyes never leaving Alyssa's pretty face.

"Because I wanted payback. The bitch got away from me the first time, and she called the cops on me. That was a light sentence though. I only stayed in jail for 6 months. They believed that when I got out, I would of learned my lesson. Well.... I lied. I was supposed to stay in jail for a whole year. I only made it through half of it because I couldn't take it anymore. My revenge was riding my brain, telling me to kill whoever got in my way. I broke out of jail, and made my way toward Ali's house. When I got there, she wasn't there. Her car wasn't there. So I waited. I waited and I waited until finally.... her blue Porsche pulls up in the driveway......"

Alyssa shakes her head slowly, astonished on how crazy a person could really get. Tom begins to smile, while still rubbing his forming goatee.

"I seen her car pull up and she turns off the engine. I watched her as she got out, and I think she just got back from the grocery store because she had a grocery bag in one arm and Rachelle's hand in her free hand. They were laughing together. Then Rachelle runs off across the huge front yard and Ali yelled for her to come back. Being the little brat that Rachelle was, she didn't listen. She was now too far away to even care. Ali then sets the grocery bag on top of the car's hood and before she could even take a step toward Rachelle, I took out my silver handgun....."

Tom then makes a hand gesture of a gun, with his thumb cocked. He looks down at the hand gesture he's making, then his evil eyes look over at Alyssa.

"The gun felt so good in my hand.. I could feel the power and anxiousness running through my entire body. Just a couple steps and she finally sees me. When she saw me.. it looked like she just seen a ghost. Her complexion turned white. I struck fear in that bitch's heart. She held up her hands and shook her head, begging for mercy. I just smiled in that whore's face. Rachelle must of sensed something because that little brat came back to her mother and held on to her leg. Just for fun, I pointed the gun at the little girl and Alicia got real defensive. Almost coming at me, trying to act like she is so tough. I knew the real her though. When I held her captive, she was so defenseless that it was hilarious. What really set me off.. is that Ali then blurted out that she was 2 months pregnant. Do you know how fucking mad that got me? She went off and slept with someone else. And I thought I was her love."

"Did that have anything to do with Randy Orton?"

At hearing Randy's name, Tom clenches his teeth. He makes a fist, holding it real tight.

"Randy...... that little bitch..... don't even get me started on him."

Alyssa noticed that Randy hit a nerve with him, and she didn't know why....

"This is a little off-track from what happened.. but before I hear anything further.... why do you have this hatred against Randy Orton?"

Tom then begins to relax, and he leans up, almost right up to the glass.

"It's something I can't clearly explain. Maybe it was because Ali always cried for him when I took her? She always talked about him, and wanted him there with her... and she told me she hated me, and loved Orton. I got so fucking irritated at hearing Randy's name that I decided to play with his mind a little. I sent him tapes of me talking to him, and sending him threats if he didn't come up and face me. I wanted that bastard's head on a stake right then and there. In the beginning he didn't do jack shit. I just knew he wasn't man enough to face me. Then finally..... when I used Ali as bait in a tape... he showed up."

"And then what happened?"

"He came by himself like I told him to. He showed up, and at first tried to reason with me. The little bitch didn't even wanna fight me. He didn't know that I had a baseball bat behind my back.... I swung the bat at him, and nearly missed his head. He moved and I hit his upper back. He fell to his knees... and right where the going was getting good.... my partner in crime had butter fingers, and here comes Ali to the rescue. I was just about to swing the bat right at Randy's head but Ali got in the way. I ended up hitting her accidently. She falls to the floor in front of him, and Randy seemed to be in shock. Then that mother-fucker decides to make punches my way. We ended up going all out, trading punches and whatnot. Then finally my partner in crime grabbed the bat, and cracked it at the back of Orton's head. He fell out-cold. Ali began to wake up and when I was catching my breath... she goes over to Orton and tries to wake him up. That fucker was out-cold though.. the way he was laying on his stomach and eating the dirt on the ground.. it would be hours, maybe even a day or so to wake up. Ali began to cry like always, then I stood up. I scooped her up and she began to kick and scream. We left Orton there... I don't even know how long he laid there... I was hoping the rats would eat the garbage that was left behind but unfortunately he's still alive until this day. Then after that... we transferred to a different location."

"Wow...."

Tom then lights up a cigar, the smoke rising above his head. Alyssa does the same, but with a cigarette.

"I don't tolerate little bitches that think they could get one up over me. It just doesn't work that way. Anyway, we moved to a different location. Things were fine, until Ali gets the gall to hit me. I underestimated her somewhat. That whore can pack a punch when she's pissed. Unfortunately I didn't have the strength that day, because taking out all of my frustration on Orton drained my energy. I just didn't have enough energy to catch her. She ran outside and there was the cops. Then that's where I ended up in jail. But for only 6 months...."

He takes a drag of his cigar.

"Now I know what happened there.... get back to telling what happened in front of Ali's house.... that was getting interesting."

"Where did I leave off at?"

"The part where she admitted that she was 2 months pregnant."

Tom begins to frown. The evil look coming back once more.

"That's right. She told me that she was fucking pregnant. By some British pig. I don't remember exactly what the hell his name was...."

"Jeremy."

"Oh yeah. Jeremy. I studied her every move as you can see. I'm smart like that. You prey on someone.. you monitor them closely. You study their every move... and at the right time.. you make yours. Back to the story.... that made my temper rise even more.... I raised the gun at her.. then I guess Rachelle came at me, kicking my legs and my shins to protect Ali. Then I moved the gun toward the little girl. Do you remember me telling you... whoever got in my way.... needs to be killed?"

"Yes.... so you were originally going to kill Rachelle?"

"Yeah. That's what people didn't understand in this whole fucked up story. Right when I was going to pull the trigger, Ali got in the way.. and by that time my temper was at an all time high. I let loose when I'm very pissed off. Everything just came at me at once and I couldn't control my trigger finger. I accidently shot Ali 5 times in the chest. She fell to the ground, the blood just oozing everywhere. And I swear I seen her heart poke out of her chest. I was thinking about taking her heart with me.... so her heart would literally.. be mine. But sadness took over my angered emotion that I just fell to my knees beside Ali's lifeless body. Rachelle was on the other side of her, her tiny hands covered in Ali's blood. She was crying really loud, attracting even more attention that I didn't need. The cops came.. took me away. Then here I am. A year and some later. Stuck in a fucking jail cell for the rest of my life."

"Well you did kill someone. Of course murder is going to have some harsh consequences...."

Alyssa goes to take a drag of her cigarette, and accidently revealing that she had a tape recorder in her hand. Tom sees this, and his eyes widen, grinding his cigar out beside him right on the table.

"You've been recording me all this time?"

Alyssa realizes that he found out.. and she just looks at him.

"I don't like to be filmed.. or recorded!!!!!"

His temper seemed to rise as he quickly stood up from his seat, and started pounding on the glass that luckily separated him from Alyssa. The guard grabs Tom away from the glass, Tom trying to wriggle free from the guard's grasp. Alyssa stands up from her seat as well, backing away.

"I knew you were a fucking reporter!!!! When I get out of here.. YOU'RE DEAD!!! YOU AND RANDY BOTH! I HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS WITH THAT BITCH!!!!!"

"I don't think so Shanahan! You're going to be here for a very, VERY long time!"

The guard opens up the heavy steel door, Tom's evil eyes staring back at Alyssa like she was his next victim. The guard drags him out of the visiting room, them disappearing behind the door. Alyssa puts a hand on her chest, feeling relieved that she got this over with. Now she just wanted to get out of here. She has been to jail before herself, and it wasn't pleasant. Alyssa grabs her things, and out the door she goes.... quickly placing a call to Nick to tell him of her find.. and her present to him is that recorded conversation with Ali's murderer.