Prelude: Had Enough

Disclaimer: I do not own any material of the WWE. I only own the created diva Megg Summers.

Authors Note: Any reviews are highly appreciated and will be acknowledged at the end of of every chapter.

Life is never what people make it out to be. It's not fair or just. Whatever happens to you, happens, and all you can do is deal with it. I know I sound like some dark and depressed girl, but really, I'm not. I love my life, I love my friends, I love whatever family I have left. I'm a happy girl with the world laid out right before her. I'm living millions of people's dreams every day of my life. But just because I'm rich and famous, it doesn't mean my life is perfect. No, my life is far from perfect. At least in moments it's not. But you'll soon learn that. As will every one else. Soon my story will be released for millions to know. It will be world wide. There wont be a soul along the lands who doesn't know what happened to me. But will it have a happy ending? I don't know. Only my path, my destiny, and my fate knows what will happen to me next...

"This is day 10 since the WWE Diva's Champion, Megg Summers, has been reported missing. We have the chairman himself on the line right now. Mr. McMahon, are you with us?" The voice of a news caster rang out through the freezing room. I swallowed a lump forming in my throat as my eyes began to fill with stinging, salty tears. I didn't know if it was from the massive pounding sensation that was now swarming through my head, or if it was from the fact that my, supposed, cold-heart-ed boss was even trying to get me back.

"Of course I'm here," his voice sounded irritated, even exhausted, and my heart reached out for him. "Listen, Ms. Summers I don't know if you can hear me right now. But I, we, need you to know that every single superstar and human in this business is looking for you. And when we find you, and we will, whoever is doing this to you wont be seeing daylight again."

A sob coursed through my throat and out from my dried lips as I sunk solemnly against the brick wall, tears streaking down my cheek. "Mr. McMahon, can you tell us anything on what has been happening since the day Ms. Summers went missing? Can you inform us on the ransom or any suspects who might be involved?" The broadcaster had questioned and I struggled from the cuffs around my wrists to grab, hit, or throw something. "They know! They know he did this to me!" I whimpered out in a depressed voice as a cough started to course through my ribs.

"I can't release anything on the suspect in hand, but I can say this. Every single one of Ms. Summers friends are searching high and low for her. The ransom in hand, it's requesting $100 million dollars, a long with a number of points that I cannot speak of right now. Of course none of us have a problem with paying the money, we just would rather be sure we can get Ms. Summers back unharmed and our hands on the man doing this to her."

"They're still looking for me?" My voice breathed out breathlessly as more tears spilled down my cheeks. "They don't hate me?" I whimpered out, sinking in to a lump of body shaking sobs.

"I think you've seen enough!" A deep voice bellowed out as the light from the television became missing and my head shot up instantly. "Come on. Really? You're crying over this? You know they hate you. The only reason they want to find you is to end things. Just say you'll be with me, leave those losers, and I'll set you free my angel. Everything will be over. All the pain and the tears can stop. You can be happy with me." Slowly I heard his shoes patting along the cement floor, and his empty eyes appeared by man, his rough and massive hand grasped out my neck, forcing me to look at him. "So what do you say? Do you accept the offer?" He questioned curiously, a menacing look gracing his face.

My body began to shake with fear. I knew what was coming next. I knew what would happen if I didn't accept. But I didn't care. He wasn't the man I loved. He wasn't the man I wanted. "Go to hell." I coughed out, tears stopping as I glared back at him through the pounding pain. I wouldn't let him get to me, I wouldn't put the ones I loved through that.

"Suit yourself then." Then what I knew was to come happened. A harsh kick connected with my left temple, and for a second everything went black. A white hot pain scorched through my head and I felt calmed when the cool concrete beneath was comforting the pain. But even through it all, I remained silent. No scream, not a single whimper, nothing. "What did that not hurt enough?" He hissed out as he kicked the same spot once more. Black dots covered my vision and I looked up at him, a deadly glare appeared through my slitted eyes as I heard the deep voice of the one I actually wanted course through my thoughts, Own your fear, baby. Own it.

"You're pathetic." I hissed out as I felt a trickle of blood slide down my forehead and down my cheek, "You're not tough. You're beating a woman." I struggled to lift up my head, but the pounding sensations were weighing me down to much, and all I could manage was to move my eyes enough to see my attackers face.

"You stupid bitch!" His voice was maniacal. And I don't think I was ever more afraid of my attacker than I was now. I felt monstrous blows fall against my ribs, and I lost count at 10. I couldn't breathe. Every time I tried to gasp I ended up with a cough that made the pain only worse. "You are a worthless slut! Do you hear me? When I'm done with you, no on will even know you went missing! Do you hear me?"

I attempted to answer, but the kick to my left temple only knocked me out. And finally, I felt a sense of peace consume me. Whoever said darkness was bad was insane. Because I finally lost the sense of pain. I didn't feel anymore pain.