The Heat of the Moment

I stood in that bathroom for a few minutes watching the TV screen as Undertaker made his grand entrance. Man I despised him at that moment. I mean he basically played with my emotions and I fell for it! He was so going to pay for this, and I knew exactly how. I looked around the bathroom to see if there was something I could use the break the chain on the handcuffs but I didn't find a thing.

I sighed, somewhat giving up until I looked down at my feet. My heels were pretty hard…I guess I could use them. I smirked and reached down with my free hand and slipped off one of my shoes. I then positioned myself to swing and let it fly. The first two times I was able to somewhat bend the chain. I smiled, not believing this was actually working. I then hit it one last time and the chain snapped free.

"Yes!" I yelled to myself. I then looked at the screen and saw that Undertaker had finished off his opponent really fast. Man did this man ever stay in the ring longer than a few minutes? I thought about what I should do and figured going out the window would be to obvious. As I was thinking, I went to his bag and got out the room key to the hotel. I stuck it between my breasts for safe keeping. I then looked in the corner and spotted a laundry shoot big enough for me to squeeze through. I worked fast, yanking the open the small door on the wall and then carefully sliding myself inside. I took my heels and tossed them by the bathroom so he wouldn't figure out which way I had gone. It was brilliant…so brilliant that I kept smiling to myself as I pulled the door closed and began sliding down through the shoot. I was now very scared…I didn't want to let go and end up falling all the way down so I was extra careful.

Finally after a few moments, I reached the bottom of the shoot. Just as I was about to let myself fall, when I heard the door from above open and Undertaker's voice right behind it.

"Damn! I have no clue where she is!" he said from above me. "She has to be around here somewhere!"

He slammed the door shut causing the entire shoot to vibrate. I couldn't hold on to the sides so I fell through, landing in a pile of sheets. I laughed and then climbed out of the basket, only to come face to face with the Big red machine, Kane.

"Oh shit.." I said to myself. "Hey there Kane…I was just…looking around for a little bit."

He looked at me with his head to the side and his arms folded over his chest. "Is that so?"

I nodded and began backing up slowly, "Y-yea. I've never been to this city before so…I thought it would be alright just to explore it."

Kane's eyes narrowed through his mask, "You were exploring the place…through the laundry shoot?"

I froze and looked up at the shoot, "Uh yea…I've always wanted to slid down the laundry shoots and see what it's like."

Kane chuckled and began cracking his knuckles.

"I guess this means I should be running right?" I asked.

He nodded slowly before lounging at me fiercely. I started screaming and ran towards a door that led down into the underground parking lot. There were many cars down there, each lined up in a perfect row. I kept running until I reached and elevator shaft. I kept hitting the button to go up but of course the damn thing was going too slow. I heard Kane getting closer to me so I darted in another direction, screaming for help.

I came to a fence that separated the regular cars off from the WWF buses and trucks. I looked back to see how far Kane was and then started climbing it. I was almost over the top of the fence when he grabbed my leg.

"Let me go!" I yelled but he just kept hanging on. I then got the courage to somehow make my foot fly at his face. His mask came off and he let me go immediately.

"You bitch! I'm going to kill you!" Kane yelled as I climbed over the fence and fell to the other side. I wasted no time getting to my feet and running towards the buses and trucks. I looked around frantically for any sign of Undertaker, not seeing him anywhere. I sighed with relief and went to sneak onto one of the buses when I heard my cousin and Maven talking.

"Dude we have to find her." Maven said. "I know he has her…I just know it."

Rocky chuckled, "Maven calm down…I don't think he has her at all."

"Why not? That man is known for kidnapping people, just ask Stephanie McMahon."

Rocky laughed, "that may be true but I know for a fact that he doesn't have her."

Maven fell silent, "Rocky…how do you know that?"

Rocky sighed, "Listen don't be mad but…a few weeks ago I was in Houston, Texas for a small vacation. I went to Taker's private casino and played a few rounds of craps."

"Alright and how does that have anything to do with my sister?" Maven snapped.

"let me finish…anyways, Undertaker showed up and he saw how great of a winner I was…so he asked me if I would make a bet."

"And what did you say?"

Rocky said. "I told him yes of course…then he said if I lost the next three rounds to him…he would take something from me that I was most precious to me."

Maven sighed, "You're an idiot! Let me guess you told him yes and then lost!"

He sighed, "Yea…but he hasn't taken anything precious of mine. Last I checked all my collectables were still in my mansion."

I heard Maven get quiet before punching my cousin in the face. "Are you that stupid! He wasn't talking about an actual item!"

Rocky got up, "Wait…you think Meaghan was what he was talking about?"

"Of course you moron! You always told the locker room about how she was your favorite little cousin. How you wouldn't trade her for the world!"

"Oh shit…Maven I'm sorry. I didn't think he had any interest in Meaghan otherwise I would have kept my mouth shut."

"It's not me you need to apologize to…it's Meaghan. It's always Meaghan…" without another word they climbed on the bus together. I couldn't believe my ears, at all. Rocky had blindly placed my soul in a bet and lost! What an idiot! I sighed and decided to head back to the hotel.

"I'll get my passport out of the Undertaker's bag and then leave the state. No one will be able to find me, not even Taker himself."

I thought the task would be simple, but I would soon find out that it wasn't. I walked all the back to the hotel thinking that I'd be alright since Raw wasn't over yet. When I got there I took the room key from between my breasts and opened the door. It was dark inside, just the way he left it. I looked around and saw no one, so I stepped inside and closed the door. I then locked it tight and went in search of Undertaker's bag. I was a little confused when I found that I couldn't find it. I was sure he had left it right next to the bed.

I sighed angrily and then went to leave the room. Just as my hand touch the door handle, I felt a hand grip the back of my head and yank me backwards. I shrieked and tried to fight him off, hitting him in the groin. He released me with a groan and I ran from the room. It was pouring outside, but I kept running. I went down the steps and around the building, hearing those loud footsteps catching up to me. For some reason I found Rocky's words coming back to me and tears began to form. I almost came to a clearing before I was tackled to the ground.

"Let me go!" I screamed as he turned me onto my back and then straddled me. I began swinging at him as tears fell from my eyes. "You bastard! You cheated in that game! You made Rocky lose on purpose I know it!"

Undertaker just looked down at me, slapping my swinging hands away as I screamed. Finally he got tired and pinned my arms to the ground. Our bodies were getting soaked from the rain as he stared into my eyes. He was crushing my arms, but somehow the pain felt real…nice…We just looked into each other's eyes for a few moments just before he brought his lips down to mine, kissing me roughly. I wasn't too sure how to react until I felt his tongue lick my bottom lip. I opened my mouth with a moan, letting his tongue explore my mouth.

When he released my arms, I wrapped them around his neck, pulling him down to press against my body. I wrapped my legs around his waist, as he deepened the kiss. His lips caressed mine with force, making them swell. After a few minutes, he pulled away slowly looking down at me still. I bit my bottom lip as I looked up into his eyes, seeing passion for the first time.

When he finally got up, he took my hand and pulled me up with him. He then took off his long trench coat and placed it around my shoulders. I pulled it closed and then leaned into him for warmth. He wrapped his arm around me and walked me back to the hotel. For the rest of that night, he was very attentive to me. He ran me a hot bath, put lotion on my back for me, and laid me in the bed with him. I ended up crying on his chest, thinking about everything I heard Rocky tell my brother. It was heartbreaking to know that he was a part of why I was in this situation. No wonder The Undertaker felt bad for me.

"Taker?"

He looked down at me, "Yea,"

"Do you think Dwayne cares about the fact that I'm missing?" I asked him.

He sighed and then ran his fingers through my hair, "Don't worry about that right now. Dwayne will reap what he sews…as for you, just get some rest. You've had a rough night."

I sighed, "Alright…and Taker?"

He smirked, "Don't apologize Meaghan. I told you before…I like chasing you."

I laughed, "Ok Taker."

"Hey, call me Mark." he said.

I smiled, "I knew that was your real name,"

"How?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, I guess you just kind of look like a Mark to me."

He smiled, "Alright, then…get some sleep cupcake."

I giggled and squeezed his waist, "Goodnight to you too."