NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars. I only own Ray and myself.
I woke up groggily and didn't know where I was. I was sitting, tied to a hard chair, unable to get up. The only thing I could really move was my head. When my head cleared somewhat, I looked over and into the eyes of my captor.
Ray.
"Ah, beautiful, you're awake," Ray said. He was sitting in a chair a few feet away from mine with a sketchpad and pencil in hand. He was staring intently at me, so I figured he was probably drawing another picture of me. Just another to add to the hundreds he'd drawn before. "I was beginning to wonder when you were going to wake up... If that blow to the head hadn't put you to sleep for good..."
"What the hell?" I asked in a shaky voice. "Why'd you kidnap me?"
"Well, beautiful, it's like this," he said. "You won't give me the time of day when you see me. What's a guy supposed to do?"
"Take a hint," I muttered.
"What was that?" he asked threateningly. He stood up.
"You do know that kidnapping is very unethical, right?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Unethical? You're a laugh, J," he said, sitting back down and getting back to his drawing. "You've been doing some pretty unethical things since you got here in the WWE yourself."
"Oh really? Like what?" I challenged. There was no way he could know exactly what had been going on with Taker, right?
"Like kissing my husband every chance you get," came a bitter voice from behind me.
I recognized the voice but didn't want to believe it was really her. We'd never met, but I'd heard her on TV before. If only she would walk around so I could see her face and confirm that it was truly...
"Did you like the way I hit you in the head with that lead pipe?" The Undertaker's wife Sara asked as she walked around to stand in front of me. She had an evil grin on her pretty face. She looked nothing like she had looked when she was in her feud with DDP, back when Taker had been "The American Badass". Gone was the blonde hair and the angelic face with the pretty smile. Now she was a brunette with an evil smirk and cold eyes.
"Not exactly," I said. "But I suppose I had it coming, huh? Or at least, that's what you're going to say."
"That's right, you had it coming," she said. "From the minute pictures of you kissing my husband in a biker joint appeared in my inbox in emails from wrestling fans, that's when you had it coming."
"Come again," I said. "There's no way you could have pictures of that... It never happened." My mind was screaming for me to deny it all to the fullest.
"Actually, it did. Three days ago, to be exact," she said. "The same day that you two met."
"What are you talking about?" I asked, pretending to be dumbfounded. "Yes, I met Mark three days ago."
"On a first name basis, are we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, I didn't kiss him in any biker joint," I continued, undaunted (or at least, trying to appear undaunted).
"Then this isn't you?" she asked, pulling out a picture of me, Taker, Shawn, and Brenda in that biker joint Brenda had taken us to on that first night.
There was no getting out of it now. I could see that already. "Yeah, that's me," I said. "But I wasn't kissing him, see? I was having dinner."
"This picture doesn't give me that impression," she said, showing me another photo. "Unless, of course, my husband's tongue is your dinner!"
Yeah, it was getting pretty hard to deny that Taker and I had kissed. She had photo proof of it, and she was waving it around in my face.
"That was...um...practice," I said to her. "Practice for work, you know?"
"In a public place? Why practice that in a public place?" she asked. "Why practice it at all?"
"Because practice makes perfect. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?" I asked.
"It's not smart to be rude when you're tied to a chair," she warned me. "No one knows where you're at right now. Can you just imagine the torture I could inflict on you at this very moment?"
"I'm sure you could inflict lots of torture on me right now," I said. "But a real woman wouldn't do that. She'd settle it another way."
"Then perhaps I'm not a real woman," she said, stepping closer. "Because I'd like to settle it this way."
"Whatever," I said with a sigh.
"Look at you, dressed like him," she spat. "Stupid hat, stupid duster. And what are you wearing underneath it, that same skimpy shit you used when he had the match against Batista last night?"
"You looked pretty hot in that, by the way," Ray called over to me from his seat.
"Ray! Don't start!" Sara warned him. She gave him a look before turning back to me.
"Just out of curiosity, how do you two know each other?" I asked.
"None of your business," Sara said.
"She's my cousin," Ray admitted. "Don't you wonder how I always got free tickets whenever wrestling came here to Jacksonville?"
"How'd you get here so soon anyway?" I asked, looking back at Sara and ignoring Ray's question.
"Honey, an airplane from Texas to Florida isn't that hard to come by," she replied. "After I got those pictures in my inbox, I just knew I had to come to one of the shows so I could send you a special message."
"Why didn't you come to the show last night in Atlanta, Georgia?" I asked.
"Because Jacksonville was so much more convenient. I have relatives here, remember?" she asked, nodding her head at Ray. "But anyway, now the question is, what am I going to do with you?"
"Let me go and forget this ever happened?" I suggested.
"No, that would be too easy," she said. "I like things the hard way."
"You know whenever you do let me go, Mark will be pissed when he founds out you're behind this," I said. "And with Ray, no less. Mark hates him already."
"No, Mark won't be pissed," she said. "You know why?"
"Why?" I asked, almost afraid of her answer.
"Because you're not going to be able to tell him," she replied, smiling.
"And why is that?" I wanted to know.
"Because... Let's just say you're never going to see Mark again." She grinned at me now, her features taking on a demonic look.
"Why?" I repeated. "And how?"
"Because you're going to be leaving this country with your new husband soon," she said. "Say bye bye to America and hello to Spain..."
"What kind of bullshit are you talking?" I asked with a frown. "I'm only 17. I'm not old enough to be freakin' married!"
"You say that now, but the papers that Ray and I have fabricated will call you a liar," she said. "No one is going to save you. You barked up the wrong tree, and now you're going to pay."
And right when she said that, the door opened.
"Oh look, it's your new husband," Sara said. "Come on in, Dave."
My mouth dropped as Dave Batista walked into the room and smiled down at me. "Well hi there, sexy. How's it going?"
Weird twist? Yeah, at first I was going to choose Ray but then I thought of Batista at the last minute. Chapter 22 coming up soon!