Title: Freedom
Author: missfae
Fandom: Wrestling
Content: Slash/Het/Mixed: mixed but mostly slash
Couple: see below
Disclaimer: see below
Distribution: Any archive is fine.
Rating: see below
Any Notes? See below
Couples with no female mate/wife but consider their pleasure slave to be their mate:
Batista/Jericho
Kevin Nash/ Scott Hall
Shane O'Haire/Brian Kendricks
Roddy Piper/ John Cena
Couples with pleasure slaves and wives:
Hunter/Stephanie; Hunter/Shawn
Undertaker(Mark Calloway)/ OFC; Undertaker(Mark Calloway)/ Shannon Moore
Mark Henry/ OFC; Mark Henry/ Jeff and Matt Hardy
Elijah Burke/OFC; Elijah Burke/CM Punk
Steve Austin/ Katie Lea Burchill; Steve Austin/ Paul Burchill
The Rock/OFC; The Rock/Curt Hawkins
Kane/OFC; Kane/Funaki
Ron Simmons/OFC; Ron Simmons/Edge
Big Show/ OFC; Big Show/ Rod Van Dam
Unmated and no pleasure slave
Randy Orton
Chuck Palumbo
Owners- The McMahnon
Ric Flair
Jim Ross
Hulk Hogan
Original Characters-
Creatures
Children of the Gladiators
Summary – In the year 2525, man is still alive but has learned a valuable lesson about the art of war. Go back to the time of the Gladiators and let them fight. While "civilized" man decides this is the only way to save the planet, what do those forced to fight for the blood thirsty crowds feel? Against this backdrop forbidden love grows and the lovers strive for a better future for them and there families.
Warnings: Given before each section as the story will be rated from PC-13 to NC-17 or FMT to FMAO for language, violence, explicit sex het and slash and mpreg, slavery, issues of consent, non-con and character death.
Disclaimer: I own none of the people involved, except for the original characters. The others are the property of the WWE and its affiliates. I have no personal knowledge of the characters' sexual orientation and no disrespect is meant. Also, I will receive no remuneration for this work of fiction.
Finally, this is a work of fiction and just because I use the wrestler's name, they are not set within the world of the WWE but in my futuristic world, so my muse will dictate how they behave. Enjoy…
Thanks trickiegryl for being my idea spinner and beta for this teaser.
Teaser
"Batista, Batista!" The crowd chants.I stand before them battered and bruised but still unbroken. My opponent cannot say the same. Looking down at him, I feel pity. He did not wish to be here, and yet, the same quirk of fate that made me what I am, made him what he is.
We are gladiators. Warriors for your safety and amusement because you have all become too civilized… toocivilized or maybe toocowardly to fight your own battles, so we do it for you.
"Batista, Batista!" Once againthe sound reaches my ears, the crowd demanding the blood of the fallen. When I look at him again, I no longer feel pity but mercy. Why does he have to die? He's a brave warrior who has bested many more before him. It was just on this day that I was a little faster and a little stronger that I am standing and he is on the ground. And although the crowd wants him dead, I do not desire it. Unfortunately, that is not my call to make.
I look towards "The Box", that holy of holies where the dispensers of life and death sit, watching us fight so they don't have to. I look to them and beg for clemency for the wretch now kneeling at my feet. I watch "The Box" until I see the big man stand. He smiles and my breath catches in my throat,
"Just maybe…" I think.
The he extends his hand and points his thumb down which causes me to close my eyes as despair sweeps through me.
"I won't do this." I tell myself and ready myself to scream it into the faces before me, when I feel a gentle hand on my ankle. I look down to see the kneeling warrior raise his head and look at me.
He is a Cyclops but not like those depicted in the old movies. He is quite handsome. His skin is tanned and he body taunt with well defined musculature. His brown waist length hair has come loose from the rawhide strap that holds it in place. Finally, his eye, one soft gentle brown eye, looks at me pleading with me not to fight the judgment of the council.
"If you do not kill me, they will send me to the Ravishers." He pleads quietly, "at least this is an honorable death."
As much as I want to steel myself against his pleas, I find my eyes filling with tears. He is a noble and honorable warrior and is entitled to be remembered as such.
"Yes my brother," I say gruffly as the tears flow, "you are a valiant warrior and your people should be proud… Say your piece to what ever deity you serve."
"Thank you," he whispers as his head bows and his lips move. Then quickly, before I lose my nerve, I strike.
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The other warriors congratulate me on my victory. Although I acknowledge them, I want only to wash the other's blood off my hands and body. Quickly I make my way to the washing area. There, slaves quickly disrobe me and pour warm water over my weary body as I slump onto the bench and try to lose myself in the sensation.
I must have fallen asleep because I am being shaken awake. Bleary eyed I look up into the face of Cena.
"Wake up." He says urgently as he continues to shake me. Slapping his hand away, I grumble,
"I'm awake. What do you want?"
His next two words send me rocketing to my feet and barreling out the door.
"It's time."
I arrive just in time to see the Healer move my mate into position.
"How is he?" I ask anxiously reaching for my mate's hand.
Healer Piper barely spares me a glance as he says,
"Good, you're here. Now maybe your stubborn slave will stop fighting me and let nature take its course."
My mate, Chris, grins at the doctor's words, "I told him that I wouldn't let this baby be born until you got here." Suddenly his grin changes into a pained grimace as he cries out and squeezes my hand.
"Time to get this show on the road." Healer Piper says and moves between my mates legs.
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Thirty minutes later, Chris is still struggling to bring our first born into the world.
"Come on baby, you gotta push." I encourage him.
He gives me a glare the would frighten the most battle toughened fighter,
"If you think that this is so fuckin' easy… you have the next one."
To emphasize his point, he tries to break my hand off at the wrist as another contraction hits.
"You're doing fine." Healer Piper soothes. But he isn't doing fine; I know this by the worried expression on the Healer's face. My mate is starting to tire and I don't know if he'll have enough strength the finish the delivery.
"Slave don't push again until I tell you." The healer says working frantically between my mate's legs as he whispers to his assistant.
I look at John who is nodding to his Master.
"Dave?" I look down into Chris' frightened blue eyes, "what's wrong? What's happening?" Tears are starting to leak from the corners and I use my thumb to wipe them away.
Giving me a stern look, the healer says before I can answer, "It's going to be fine." He pauses, "Okay, when the next contraction hits, I want you to push down as hard as you can. Can you do that for me?"
Gripping my hand tightly, lips trembling, Chris nods.
"Okay….push." The healer says and with a yell, Chris bears down with all his might.
"That's it… come on… come on…"
Chris falls back, "I can't…. I can't push anymore."
I'm about to speak when a cry rends the air. We both look around to see Healer Piper's and John's smiling faces.
"It's a girl."
A girl. I reach for the baby that is gently lain in my arms.
"A girl." I breathe, "we have a girl." I say again grinning stupidly down at Chris.
He nods too tired to reply as I lean down and gently kiss him. Our communion is broken by John saying,
"I need to clean her up and get her vitals."
It is my turn to nod as Chris runs a shaky finger across her cheek.
As I hand her to John, he asks,
"Have you thought of a name?"
I smile and look at Chris. We both say together,
"Freedom."
Chapter one coming soon….