A/N Short chapter here. Sorry for any mistake's!. Barely any of Mark in this one.

Sing To Me My Blue Bird.
Chapter 4 : Take Good Care Of My Baby...

Past - Flash Back/Nightmare.

"Hey beautiful"

Wade Barrett ignored the man who had just spoke. The Brit was walking down an alleyway all alone, he had just got changed into his normal clothes and was making his way to hotel the wwe roster was staying at. Wade wasn't in the mood for some freak of a guy to talk to him, he'd just gotten into a fight with his "Master" Randy Orton, it wasn't much of a fight more of 'I want you to do as I say' and a 'Like fuck will I listen to you, you're not even supposed to be my master!' And so on.

Of course Wade would regret storming out of the shower room and then the arena after putting his clothes back on, Randy would surely make him pay later for disrespecting him in front of he's other pet's like he did, but at the moment Wade could careless. He just wanted to go to bed and sleep off another tiring and very stressful day he had. Wade needed a shower too, he never managed to get a good warm shower when Randy banged open the door and headed straight for him, come to think of it, Wade couldn't recall why Randy had been so mad. But oh well, he'll pay later for it.

"Hey bitch! He was talking to you" Another voice came. Wade sighed, he wouldn't have walked down this alleyway if he had seen these two here. 'They most have hide in the shadow's, fucking creep's' Wade thought as he turned round, but there wasn't only two there, no, there was four of them. 'How the hell did I not see four other guy's!'

"I'm not a bitch" Wade glared at them.

"Your not a bitch?" One who hadn't talked yet spoked as he began moving forward's to Wade. The Birt started moving back on instinct, he wasn't scared you understand, just a bit weary of the four other men. Wade was big, he was tall and intimidating too, but ever since Randy had made him...'Never mind.'

"Yes, I'm not a bitch." Wade's voice was firm with a slight growl to it, but the other men didn't seem to care much about the growl most other people would run away from in petrifying fear.

"So what are you, a slut?" The three other men laughed. Wade shook his head.

"Your ignorance it's amazing, really, it is." Wade smirked. "You four lad's are all moron's, I'm not a bitch, nor a slut. I'm a dominating man" 'Well, I used to be' Wade thought bitterly, but kept the smirk, surely it was fooling the four men in front who had stopped approaching Wade. But then all the four men started laughing at Wade.

"So then why did I see you and Randy Orton doing the dirty only a few week's back, and you" He pointed at Wade. "Had your leg's spread wide open"

"Let's see how far you'll spread those long leg's open for us you slag" The, seemed to be, leader of the four said in a very poor excuse of a British accent. Wade turned quickly and ran down the rest of the alleyway, praying that there would be a group of people on the other side, after all it was late and the wwe show had finished not to long ago. So surely there would be someone there, Wade didn't care who, just as long as he got to the hotel with some of his dignity left from this, he was mainly hoping he'd still be alive at the end of whatever this was. God know's what Nutter's like this would do to him, they probably just wanted to say to their friend's that they scared the great almighty Wade Barrett, it was working too, but still, Wade couldn't shake this bad feeling he was getting.

This alleyway had never looked so long before, but now, Wade was scared he wouldn't make it before...they did whatever they wanted to do to him if they were that type of people. Unfortunately Wade was only a few feet away from the exit of the alleyway when someone jumped him from behind, letting out an unexpected shriek as he went down, Wade imminently started to struggle against the other man and started to shout out for help. A hand went over his mouth from the one on top of Wade's back, two other's held him down.

From the corner of his eye, Wade saw the leader of them grabbing something from a bag near by, a bag Wade hadn't noticed before. The man pulled out a black leather strapped thing with a large/thick/long pice of golden coloured metal hanging from the strap's, the man came over to Wade and told the one on top of him to move his hand - which the other did. As Wade went to yell at them, the golden metal was shoved into his gob, the strap's were tired around the back of his head. It was a gag.

Wade suddenly got dragged back further into the alley by his ankle's. They stopped and one of them turned him around to face them, the leader knelt by Wade on the floor, stroking the Brit's face a little.

"We're - " Before the man could say anything, Wade kicked him where a man should never be kick and then booted the man in his face. Some would say this was the wrong thing to do with three other men watching, but Wade didn't think about he's action's before doing them. The other three grabbed Wade, one holding down his leg's, the second holding Wade's one arm, the thrid held Wade's throat and right arm. He was completely pinned, Wade couldn't save himself, and no one was going to come save him - He was doomed. Literally doomed.

A hazel eye glared back at him as the leader wiped his mouth of blood while his other hand tended to his privet's. "You shouldn't have done that." With in a split second the leader was on top of Wade, undoing the Brit's belt buckle, once doing so, the leader pulled down Wade's jean's but didn't take them off fully. But instead of doing what Wade thought the man was going to do, the leader stood up and kicked Wade there, repeatedly. Wade was going to puke it hurt so bad. If fact, Wade did puke, the one man holding his throat let go as sick poured out of Wade's mouth, the gag coursing most of the puke to go back down. Barrett was lucky he didn't choke to death.

Soon though the kicking stopped, not that Wade could tell because he hurt so much, but it did. But what came next was a fist to the face, Wade's head went from side to side as each punch came down harder than the one before, it got that bad anyone would think they had broken Wade's neck. Semi concise and very dizzy, Wade's vision was bury with dark spot's in. As the leader settled himself on Wade's hip's. "You better pucker up slut, this is going to hurt you more than me"

'This can't be real' Wade thought. 'Haven't I suffered enough already and now this!'

Unfortunately it became all to real as the first thrust into his body was made. All Wade could do was dig his nail's into the stranger's back begging in his head for the pain to stop, but it never did, all four men had their way with him that night. And what was worst, before Wade pasted out, he could have sworn he saw Randy standing at the other side of the alleyway - smirking as the four men continued to fuck Wade none stop...

End!

Wade's eye's snapped out as he shot up into a sitting position. Pulling the blanket's around him closer to his body as he shivered from the cold air, he whimpered. Looking around the room slowly seeing the sun come in through the window, Wade turned and saw who was next to him. Panick filled his eye's as he scrabbled backward's. Falling out of the bed, the blanket lingered on the mattress half on half off. New panick filled Wade's eye's as he saw himself naked, did The Undertaker do this to him?! Did he strip him of his clothes? Did the dead man have sex with Wade?...'Oh dear god no!'...

d-_-b.

Wade's finally awake, YAY! ;) hopefully Mark's revenge plan shall come into this somewhere, oh yea, maybe we'll have Daniel and Kane drop by again sometime soon :)