Chapter 9

A week had passes, an entire without any word from Jessie or the "New Ministry". For Mark it had been a week of hell. He searched frantically for his daughter, nearly tearing the WWF and anyone who worked there apart trying to find out if anyone knew anything.

At the next tapping of Raw, the following Monday, Taker made his way to his locker room looking tired, worried and frustrated.

JR did his normal Raw intro then got right into the topic everyone was wondering about.

"It has been a whole week and no has heard of or seen Jessie since she was abducted last Monday night by the New Ministry."

"To be honest, JR, I think Kane and Paul Bearer have gone too far this time." A hint of concern could be heard in King's voice.

"Where ever she is I hope she's alright." JR added.

The camera's followed him into the room as he found a picture lying on the floor. He picked it and his features darkened. It was a picture of Jessie wearing a long black dress, out cold, her hands tied behind her back lying on a stone floor. The Undertaker looked over the picture closely, then his eyes grew wide.

"Wait a minute King! I think I know where that place is and so does the Undertaker! That picture was taken in the parking garage of this very arena!"

"What? You mean they're here?" King asked as the lights in the arena went out. "Uh oh!"

The New Ministry's music began to play and Kane, Paul Bearer, the Acolytes and Triple H, carrying Jessie Calloway in his arms made they're way to the ring.

"I don't like the looks of this JR! Jessie isn't moving at all. "

"Neither do I, King! If Kane has a problem with his brother then he should deal with it personally and leave his young niece, who doesn't have anything to do with their feud, alone."

"Oh man is there gonna be hell to pay when the Undertaker gets out here!"

The light went back up and Kane grabbed a microphone from a trembling stage hand near the ring. Jessie's hair was out of it's usual french braid and hung loosely down her back in coppery reddish waves. The dress she was wearing was made of light material that fluttered as Triple H carried into the ring and set her down at the far end of it. She still didn't move or wake up. The audience chanted and booed at the New Ministry Finally Kane spoke. "Brother, I know you've been terribly worried about your precious daughter. But let me assure you, she has been in good hands." He smirked evilly from behind his mask knowing how to push his older brother's buttons. "But don't worry, I love my niece dearly and I assure you no harm has or will come to her. As long as you agree to our arrangements, Jessie will be let go and we will never bother her again. Join the New Ministry and help us dominate the World Wrestling Federation and you get you little girl back! What's it going to be Taker?" Kane mockingly stole of his brother's trade mark lines.

"He loves his niece! What kind of a loving Uncle would kidnap his own niece, and hold her captive for a week. That is a sick twisted individual right there, folks!" JR growled

Paul Bearer took the mic from Kane. "The clock is ticking, Undertaker. Either you join us or we induct a new member into the Ministry, one of the youngest, and prettiest member's yet." He looked back and grinned at the rest of the group, then walked over to stand over Jessie still form on the mat. The rest of the group began to surround her.

Just then, the Undertaker's music came on. They all backed away from Jessie getting ready in case Undertaker rushed the ring. They waited staring at the ramp, but no Undertaker came out, the suddenly the crowd behind them started cheering.

"Oh my god! It's the Undertaker! Undertaker came out of the crowd with a steal chair to save his daughter!!!"

"It's punishment time for the New Ministry, JR!"

Kane turned around just into time to get a chair in the head from behind by Taker. Who stood in between them and Jessie in the ring. He swung the chair at the rest of the New Ministry trying to scare them out of the ring. It worked they backed off and jump out of the ring and stood at the bottom of the ramp. Still keeping an eye on them, Taker knelt down onto one knee and gently shook his daughter trying to revive her. Jessie's eyes slowly opened, she looked at her father, with a confused expression on her face. He helped her up, getting her to lean her weight on him.

"You alright, Jessie?" he whispered to her.

"Yeah…a little shaken and out of it. But I'll be ok." Jessie whispered back

The Undertaker hugged his daughter to him protectively thanking the gods that she was alright. Still looking at the New Ministry that hadn't left yet.

"The hellish nightmare is over! Jessie is safe in her father's arms now!" JR yelled wildly.

"Did you see that chair shot too Kane? He's busted open over there!"

"What I wanna know is why the New Ministry hasn't high tailed in like a scolded dog yet? What are they waiting for, King?"

Taker was wondering the same thing too. Dropping the chair in his hand and pushing his Jessie behind him. He moved towards the rope closes to the ramp and started mouthing off too Kane and the rest of them. They made a move towards the ring and he threatened to come out there and kick all their asses! But the rest of the New Ministry wasn't watching the Undertaker, they were watching the person behind him.

Jessie picked up the chair her father had dropped, she looked as though she was going to run out of the ring and attack her Uncle with it. But then she shocked the entire World Wrestling Federation. SMACK! The Undertaker fell to his knees never expecting the blow to the back. As he turned around pain filled his eyes. He looked up at Jessie as she stood dominantly over the Undertaker holding the chair and smirking evilly.

"What the hell?" King yelled.

"Oh my dear lord! The Undertaker just received a shot to the back by a steal chair from his own daughter! Jessie just hit her own flesh and blood, father with a chair!!!!"

"You mean this was all a set up?"

"It was a trap, a trap to hit the Undertaker where it would hurt him the most!"

The rest of the Ministry climbed back into the ring and Kane stepped forward looking at his niece. She defiantly stared back at him, then without warning she flew forward into his arms and hugged him then stood up on her tip toes and pecked him softly on the cheek of his mask. Kane returned the hug as the Acolyte and Triple H patted both of them of the back. Paul Bearer walked forward and grabbed the discarded mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you, the newest member and leader of the Ministry of Darkness, Jessie Calloway! The Empress of Darkness!!!" Paul announced proudly almost beaming with pride at Jessie who smiled back wickedly.

"What a vile, no good little jezebel, the woman is! How could she do this to her father?" JR ranted.



The Ministry made they're way back up the ramp then stopped at the top. Jessie's black gown and long red hair trailing behind her like a shadow and fire. She beckoned for d the microphone from Paul who bowed and handed it to her.

"And unlike my father before me, I "will" succeed in owning the World Wrestling Federation and I promise to make everyone's life hell on earth!" Jessie grinned at all the hissing and cat called she got from the fans. "Oh and JR…when my father wakes up, tell him that the Empress of Darkness just put the Big Dog too sleep and claimed the yard for myself!" she through back her head and laughed

"The WWF as we know it JR, will never be the same!"

"You can damn sure bet on that King!"