Disclaimer: Anyone one you recognize doesn't belong to me. I think you already know that.

Authors Note: This is my first WWE fanfic that I've posted but not the first that I've written. I love reviews so I can almost guarantee that if you review I'll post more frequently. Here you go remember read and review.

Chapter One

Savannah woke up and wasn't sure where she was. She wasn't in her room, but she couldn't figure out why. She remembered hearing voice when she was returning from her date, but she couldn't remember going inside.

Vince looked at the young woman. He had to admit that she was beautiful, and he knew a thing or two about beautiful woman. She stood about 5'10" tall with a lot of her height being in her long legs, long light brown hair and blue eyes that despite her calm façade revealed her emotions.

Vince knew she would be both physically and emotionally strong. She would be as interesting and as difficult to break has his daughter Stephanie was being. The second phase of his plan to get back at Mark Calloway (aka the Undertaker) depended on breaking the young woman. It would hurt him more than breaking anyone before her.

"Miss Savannah, I see you're finally awake," the smooth voice of one of his henchman said.

"Go to hell," Savannah said to hide her fear. It was better to be angry than afraid.

"Now, now, I don't' want to tell the boss that we have a fiesty one. Do yourself a favor and lose the attitude," the man advised her.

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Mark woke up early the next morning with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked at the time. It was only 5:30 so he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. After about half an hour he decided that he would go check on his daughters that would give him piece of mind.

First he came to year and a half old Sierra's room. She was still fast asleep in her crib. He moved on to his older daughter Savannah's room. He opened the door and expected to see her on her bed sleeping or reading. Instead he found her empty bed still made.

He checked the kitchen. Maybe she'd woke up early and decided to get some food. When he found no sign of her there he checked the library. He still found nothing. He was starting to get worried. It wasn't like Savannah to not call or come home. She always let him know where she was going to be.

A little later in the morning when he still hadn't seen any sign of his daughter, Mark began calling people. No one had seen her since the day before. Her boyfriend said he walked her to the porch and she watched him leave like she always did. He hadn't seen her since then. Her cell phone wasn't on which was also unusual. Unless she was at school or at home the phone was almost always on.

Mark proceeded to call the police. The officer he talked to told him that unless there was a reason to believe Savannah may be in danger then he couldn't file a missing person report until she had been missing for twenty four hours. That wasn't until this evening.

The officer asked him several questions that just made him more frustrated. He wanted to go out and look for her before her captors got to far away. He was positive she hadn't run away; she didn't have a reason to run away.

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Stephanie knew what she had to do. She had to call Mark and tell him to keep an eye on Savannah because her father was planning on kidnapping the teenager.

She nervously dialed the number she'd gotten through mutual friends. She couldn't understand why she was so nervous. She was only helping him out like he'd helped her out. She was returning the favor.

"Hey, it's Steph," she said when he answered the phone.

"Sorry Steph," Mark said. "I'm really busy right now."

"I just wanted to say my dad was planning on kidnapping Savannah. I over heard him in his office the other day."

Mark let out a string of expletives mostly directed at Vince McMahon. A few were directed at his own stupidity. He never in his wildest dreams thought that Vince would kidnap an innocent child. He told Stephanie that he hadn't seen his daughter since the previous evening.

Stephanie offered to come down and be with him. It wasn't like she had any reason to say in Connecticut. Vince broke up her real live marriage to Paul.

Mark told her it would be to much, but Stephanie insisted. She eventually won and went to find a flight to Houston for the next morning.

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Mark was still looking for the slightest thing being out of place. He'd yet to find anything. Vince was good, Mark had to give him that.

Eventually the human side of Mark took over when he needed food and to relieve himself. He stopped at Wendy's and asked several people if they'd seen Savannah. No one had seen anything.

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Whoever the henchman was had been right. She did need to lose the attitude to survive. She'd found that out the hard way when Vince had come down. He hit and beat her, but she hadn't given him the pleasure of seeing her cry. Only her father had seen her cry and she intended on keeping it that way.

It was her father that held the key to her successful escape. She had to figure out how to let him know where she was.

A little while ago she thought death would be knocking on he door. She was sure that the next time Vince came she was in for more pain. She couldn't be sure if it would be physiological or physical but she knew it was coming. She was determined not to break because that's what he wanted. She went back to figuring out how to get herself out of this.

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When Mark picked up Sierra from his mother's house that afternoon he was feeling pretty depressed. He didn't find a trace of Savannah. It was likely that one of the most evil men on the planet had his daughter.

That night Mark got out Sierra's baby monitor. He hadn't used it in a long time. Normally he could hear her in the TV room, his bedroom, or his office, but tonight he wasn't taking any chances.

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Savannah couldn't do anything until she could see and that wouldn't be until the morning when some light would come in her little window. She wondered what was covering the window. She might be able to get out somehow if it were only safety glass.