Chapter 37:
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"Open the fucking door, Orton!" Jon yelled as he beat loudly on the hotel door in front of him. He made quick work of tracking down Orton, who hadn't been scheduled for the show, but had been in the arena for promotions.
Jon had stormed out of the arena shortly after he and Joe and Colby had woken up in the trainer's room. The meeting with Hunter hadn't happened, seeing as the man wasn't even in the arena and once the three men had realized they'd been set up they took off to find the girls.
After asking around, they found Steph in the parking lot walking back from their car, but before they had managed to even utter a word they had all been jumped from behind. The next thing any of them remembered was waking up in the trainers room and one look at Steph's pale face was enough to tell Jon something had happened to his baby.
'Where is she?' Jon husked out with fear in his voice. She didn't answer him right away. Her mouth opened and closed several times, before she swallowed harshly. 'Steph! Where is Allie?'
She bit her lip as the tears filled her eyes. Her voice sounded barely above a whisper, causing all three men to strain to hear her, then wishing they hadn't when her words registered. 'They took her.'
"They? What do you mean, they?" Jon asked and instantly paled when slowly began to explain what had happened.
When she finished, tears were streaming down her face. Her best friend had martyred herself for all of them. To protect them.
Jon became unhinged and took off like a shot out of the room. Joe and Colby chased after him in an attempt to catch him and stop him from doing anything stupid.
Colby, being the fastest, was the first to reach him and quickly pulled him to a stop.
"Get off me, Colby," Jon struggled against him, trying to push the slightly smaller man off. Joe was quick to wrap himself around the other side of Jon, pinning his brother between the two of them.
"No," Colby argued, locking his arms tightly around him. "You have no idea where they took her, man. We'll get her back, but we have to be smart about this. We can't risk them doing anything to her."
"Fuck!" Jon bellowed out, collapsing against them. Jon felt the bile rise in his throat as he fought back the tears that threatened to fall. His words came out as pained whisper, "I promised her. I promised I would protect her. I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to her."
"Jon, I promise you we'll get her back," Joe spoke calmly to him, even though the worry that could also be seen in Colby's eyes as they comforted their brother, radiated through him. "This isn't your fault."
"They took her," Jon whispered, as he clung to the two men on either side of him. "They took my baby."
After several minutes, they had finally gotten Jon to calm down enough to get him back to the locker room where they found Steph with their bags already gathered.
Everyone stayed quiet as they collected their things, but when Jon turned to give the room a final look he saw Allie's bags resting against the far wall. The rage and worry consumed him again and before the other's could stop him he made a beeline for the door and took off down the corridor towards the parking area.
Reaching his and Allie's rental, he tossed his bags inside, before jumping into the driver's seat and peeled out of the parking lot, just as the other three reached the area.
After making his way across town, he now found himself beating down the hotel room door of Randy Orton. He fully intended on interrogating him for information and would use extreme force if he had too.
"Orton!" He screamed at the door as his fists continued to slam against the door.
"He isn't in there, boy," a snarky voice came from behind him and whipped around to face the smug face of Bob Orton. "Haven't been able to reach him all day. Must be busy with promotions."
Jon's eyes widened as he realized who exactly he was looking at. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He asked trying to keep the fierceness in his voice, but the surprise shined through. Bob Orton being here made his concern for Allie worsen.
"Not that it's any of your business," Bob sneered at him. "But I'm here on a business matter. Some things that need handle and resolved."
Jon felt his heart drop into his stomach. Allie. Was she the business? He couldn'thelp but think that he was very much involved in his girlfriend's disappearance. In that moment Jon felt completely helpless. What the fuck could he do? He had to get to her.
"Now," Bob asked with a curious look. "Wanna tell me why you're beating down my son's door?"
Jon had to think fast. He couldn't let on that he knew of the connection between his girlfriend and the asshole in front of him. If he was involved he was sure that the older Orton already knew of Jon's relationship with Allie, but if he didn't there was no sense in informing him.
"Just some issue that need resolved," Jon tried his best to keep his tone calm. "But if he's not here then it clearly has to wait. I'll just be on my way."
With that Jon turned and began to move down the hallway, hearing a door open behind him. When he was several feet away, he heard the older man speak up.
"You know," Bob smirked, making Jon glare when he turned to face him. "If you knew what was good for you, you'd stay out of this, boy. It's a family matter that you don't need to burden yourself with. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you too."
Jon stood frozen as he watched Bob chuckle then disappear into the room. That mother fucker. Before Jon could move back towards the door, a large set of arms grabbed him around the waist and hauled him backwards, making Jon struggle.
"Easy, kid," the familiar gruff voice sounded and Jon instantly settled realizing who it was. "We gotta be smart about this."
Allie was currently sitting in a chair inside a rundown motel room, starring out a window at a town she didn't recognize. It had been five days since she had last seen or spoken to anyone outside of her captors. Looking up as footsteps approached her, she was met with the stoic expressions of three of them.
A brown paper bag was placed in front of her along with a bottle of water. She starred at it for a moment before turning away from it and the three figures next to her and continued her gaze out the window.
"You need to eat," one of them spoke up as he took a seat across from her at the table. Her attention never waived though, so he continued. "You've barely eaten in five days. The bare minimum."
"What does it matter?" She spoke softly, her tone filled with sadness. "It's not like my health matters. I could die right now and none of you would really give a damn."
"That isn't true," he spoke suddenly defensively. Allie finally turned to meet the offended gaze of Windham Rotunda.
"Isn't it, Rotunda?" She scoffed at him, before turning to glance at the other two Wyatt Family members, Huber and Ruud. The two shared similar looks to Rotunda, offended that she would suggest something like that. "Isn't that why I'm here? To disappear?"
"Not like that," Huber shot at her.
"Why are you helping him?" Allie asked as she glanced between all three of them. In the days she had been here, she hadn't spoken to any of them much, mostly because Cena was always around, but now that he had been gone most of the day, she might as well take advantage.
Windham sighed, running a hands over his his face and down his long beard, before responding. "Because ever since you and The Shield have shown up everyone else has been obsolete. Every opportunity gets passed onto them and we're left as jobbers to your boys. It's been that way since NXT. We won't stand for it anymore. So I can't help but think that if we get rid of their corporate muscle, that it's only a matter of time before the golden boys fall from grace."
"You think you stand a chance against them?" Allie snickered, making Rotunda's face fill with annoyance. "Even without me, they're better than you can ever dream of being. It won't matter if I'm their 'corporate muscle', as you call it, or not. They're the future. Not anybody else."
"You're wrong!" Rotunda bellowed at her. "They can't compete with talent like us. Getting rid of you will prove that."
"And how do you think he plans on getting rid of me?" Allie chuckled sarcastically as she shook her head. "Hmm? You think he's gonna just drop me on a deserted island, never to be heard from again?"
The men's silence confirmed that they really had no idea how Cena intended to eliminate Allie from the equation, but they hadn't thought that it would be anything to extreme. "He know's there is nothing he can do that will stop me from coming back. He plans to make me disappear. Permanently."
"You're wrong," Rotunda argued again. "He wouldn't do that."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, buddy," Allie laughed. Rotunda wanted to argue, when the door to the motel room suddenly opened.
She watched in disgust as Cena walked into the room followed by Randy and to her surprise Bob Orton.
"I should've known you were involved," she sneered at the senior Orton.
"Now, now, Alicia," Bob chuckled sarcastically. "Is that anyway to greet your father?"
"You are not my father," she growled out at him. "You are just a pathetic piece of shit that couldn't own up to his responsibility." She turned her attention to Randy. "And you. I knew I couldn't trust you."
Randy smirked at her, "Did you really think I would just change my opinion of you because we all of sudden turn out to be siblings? Please, Allie, I thought you were smarter than that."
"Well clearly you're still the dumbass I thought you were," Allie sneered, turning to look out the window and away from the men before her. "It's a shame really."
"What is?" Randy asked, his attitude only becoming smugger.
"That you'll be joining your friends here in the hell that awaits all of you," Allie smiled, never looking back at them.
"Hell is only waiting for one of us," Cena spoke up with a wicked smirk on his face. "And I would think they're pretty anxious to have you back, baby." Cena moved towards her and gripped her arm hauling her to her feet. The lack of food had made her somewhat weak and a wave of dizziness hit her, making her stumble against him. "Whoa, easy there."
"What's wrong with her?" Randy asked, turning to look at the three members of the Wyatt Family.
"She hasn't been eating," Huber answered, making Randy fume.
"We can't take her to the arena like this," Randy growled towards John. "We have to get her healthy by the time we get there tomorrow."
"You all can fuck off," she snarled, ripping her arm away from Cena, only to be pulled towards Orton.
"No arguments," Randy snapped at her, as he supported her against himself. "Can't have you passing out and embarrassing us, sis."
"Wouldn't want Good to see you like that would you?" Bob spoke up, making both Allie and Randy look towards him. "He seemed so worried about you after Smackdown. Wouldn't want him to do anything stupid, because you haven't been caring for yourself."
"Leave him the fuck out of this!" Allie bit out at him, making a motion in his direction but was held back as Randy's arms tightened around her.
"Then I suggest you behave yourself and do as your told," Bob smiled evilly at her, before motioning for all of them to leave the room. Struggling against Randy, she pushed out of his arms and steadied herself, before following Bob out the door, immediately followed by Cena and Randy.
Once they had all climbed into the large SUV outside the motel, Allie's curiosity had peaked.
"Why are you taking me to Raw?" She asked looking towards Cena, who had taken the seat next to her, with the two Ortons and Rotunda behind them and Huber and Ruud in the driver's and passenger seat respectively. "Thought you'd be keeping me under lock and key."
"Oh we are," John smirked at her. "But there's one very important thing you need to do before you go away."
"And what's that?" She sneered at him, but couldn't help the fire of hope that began to build inside her at the idea of being so close to Jon and her friends.
"Your farewell address."
The next night, Cena and the others had made sure not to bring Allie to the arena until the very last minute when they were due to be on Raw. She was ushered through the backstage and straight out through gorilla, allowing her no time to see or interact with anyone.
The crowd booed loudly as they made their way down the ramp, all six men surrounding Allie. They booed louder when Cena pushed Allie up the stairs and into the ring and backed her into a far corner.
She watched as Bob handed John a mic and he rounded on Allie in a attempt at intimidation, but it phased Allie in no way. She looked up at him defiantly as he raised the mic to speak.
"I allowed you to come out here for only one reason," he growled out at her. "I told you I would give you the opportunity to say your goodbyes." The sneer turned into a smirk on John's face as he continued, "and then you are going to disappear again, but this time you are never going to come back."
He thrusted the mic into Allie's face and waited for her to take it. With a smirk of her own, Allie took the mic, then looked around the crowd as she listened to their displeasure at the thought of Allie leaving the WWE.
Cena remained close to her in a threatening manner as she spoke to him. "Cena, I appreciate your consideration in letting me come out her and saying goodbye to everyone backstage and in the WWE universe. I fought with myself for many years, before I finally summoned up the courage to come back here."
"I realized that the torment would never stop until I made myself come back and face my demons," her expression stayed unreadable as she looked at the crowd again. "And I did. I fought tooth and nail to prove to myself and to everyone else that you hadn't broken me."
"Now here I am," Allie smirked as her attention returned to Cena. "Here I am as you attempt to once again destroy me and make me leave everything behind." She lowered the mic for a moment as she glared at him with a fire in her eyes. Raising the mic again, she spoke with pure venom in her voice. "If you think for one second that I'm just going to lay down and die, that I'm just going to go without a fight, well then John, you're a bigger idiot than I thought."
With the roar of the crowd, she swung the mic and nailed John in the side of the head and watched as he crumpled to the ground. However, the joy was short lived as she was immediately jumped on by the Wyatts and restrained from doing anymore damage.
Cena slowly climbed to his feet and turned to Allie and the others clutching the side of his head. Rage consuming him, he lunged at Allie and grabbed her away from the Wyatts and slammed her face first into the mat.
"Well, here we are sweetheart," falling to his knees, John snarled down at Allie. She looked up at him as the blood dribbled down her chin from her now busted lip as she watched him lean down towards her face. "You just couldn't behave yourself. Your stubbornness is going to get you hurt."
The crowd roared in approval when Allie sneered then spit blood into Cena's face. Returning to his feet, John smirked as he wiped the blood from his face before landing a hard blow to the side of Allie's head earning a roar of disapproval from the arena.
She caught herself on her hands before she face planted on the mat. As she righted herself back to her knees, the arena went quiet as did the men in the ring. The only sound that could be heard from the arena was the eery cackle coming from Allie with an evilly, wicked and bloody grin directed at John.
Coming to his senses, Cena slapped Allie again, then gripped her face in his hand as he bellowed into the mic. "I don't know what the hell you have to smile about you crazy bitch, but I can assure you, this will change that."
Cena roughly directed Allie's head towards the screen behind him. She watched soberly as all three members of The Shield and Steph were dragged through the arena by security. All of them kicking and screaming out as they fought against the men, Dean being the most violent and loud. Cena turned and watched Allie's expression as all three men were violently thrown out of the arena and locked out.
When the screen went black, Allie expression remained blank and unreadable, until she suddenly erupted into laughter again. Cena faltered for a minute before he roughly grabbed the back of her hair and jerked her head backwards until their eyes met again.
"You think it's funny?" He screamed in her face as she continued to laugh. "You think it's funny that your only hope of rescue is gone?"
"No," Allie said as she choked back her laughter. "It's funny... It's funny that you think they were the ones you had to worry about."
Cena gave her a startled and confused look, then looked at The Wyatts and the two Ortons who shared similar looks.
GONG!
Allie had just enough time to watch Cena's face pale and fear cross his eyes before the arena went black as the crowd exploded.
"They're always watching," Allie's voice echoed around the darkness, then the arena was lit up momentarily by the explosion of fire by the entrance ramp before everything once again fell into darkness.
GONG!
The arena erupted again as the sound of the gong was accompanied by the explosion of fire, this time at the ring posts. When the arena fell dark again, Allie's laughter echoed around, then began to fade out as the sound of menacing male laughter took over.
"You made a fatal error in taking what doesn't belong to you," the male voice said. "You've awoken the darkness... and it wants it's princess back."
GONG!
Another gruff male voice rolled through the arena sending a cold chill across everyone. "Never summon the dead."
With that the fire exploded again all around the arena, followed by another loud GONG! Then the crowd erupted in cheers when The Undertaker's Funeral Marchbegan to play through the arena while the building was illuminated in an eery purple glow and fog began to roll down the entrance ramp.
The six men in the ring backed slowly away from Allie as they watched the entrance ramp in fear. They had forgotten two very important factors in their plan. Two factors that weren't going to allow any harm to come to the princess of darkness.
The music intensified and they all watched as The Undertaker and Kane emerged from behind Kane's fire and glared down towards the ring. Cena took a moment to look at Allie and felt the chill of fear roll though him as she laughed wildly with her arms spread out to her sides, seeming to be a welcoming gesture to the large figures staring down at them.
As the two men began to make their descent down the ramp, the lights began to flicker, then cut out several times and every time they came back up Taker and Kane would be closer to the ring. As they drew closer the lights sudden cut out and when they came back up Taker and Kane had disappeared, making the six men in the ring grow frantic as they searched around the ring.
"Now I lay me down to sleep," the men all turned to face Allie, who was still on her knees, but now he heard was hung low and she was slowly rocking back and forth. Her hair covered her face as she spoke into the mic with an eerily sweet voice. "I pray my soul is mine to keep. And never step outside this bed. Into all the evil... Now back from the dead."
The lights cut out a final time and when they rose again after a few moments, the six men in the ring stumbled backwards. Allie was now standing opposite them with a devilish smile on her lips, while being flanked on either side by The Undertaker and Kane.
The crowd was ecstatic to see the three together again and made that opinion known as they blew the ceiling off the arena. Allie felt her previous fear melt as she stood between two of the biggest and most intimidating men in the industry and watched as the men opposite them began to back away.
Cena, as if suddenly realizing the numbers were in his favor, even if it was the Undertaker and Kane, stopped his back tracking and waved a ring attendant over, asking for a mic. When he received one, he turned back to the trio with a smug smile on his face.
"Looks like the deathly trio is slightly out numbered," he laughed at them. "Did you really think you could take on the six of us without the help of Allie's precious Shield?"
Allie could only smirk as she looked among them, her gaze landing on one figure in particular before speaking to Cena. "We might be out numbered, Cena, but we aren't as out numbered as you might think."
Before Cena could ask what she meant he was hit hard from behind, plummeting to the mat at her feet. Groaning in pain, he flipped over to look behind him and was met with the smug smile of Randy, before the viper turned with the chair he now had in hand and began to assault the Wyatts.
As Randy continued his attack on the Wyatts, Kane ran over to join in and began choke slamming any of them that came near him. Taker, catching a flash of clothing out of the corner of his eye, moved quickly and grabbed Bob Orton, who had been trying his best to escape the ring unseen. Clasping him by the back of his shirt, he pulled the older man backwards, then started to rain him with blows and jabs anywhere he could hit.
Allie watched in amusement as Taker laughed Bob out of the ropes and he landed harshly on the outside of the ring. She smiled widely when he joined Randy and Kane and the three of them in unison hit an RKO and two Tombstones on their victims.
Allie looked down to see that Cena had been watching the whole thing with wide fearful eyes, before attempting to stand and exit the ring. His movement was hindered when Allie grabbed his arm and quickly spun him around, kicking him in the midsection then hitting him with a devastating Dirty Deeds. The move was every bit symbolic of where her loyalty and love now was and she could only smile as she joined her brother and her mentors in the middle of the carnage they had left laying in and around the ring.
The crowd was electric as the four of them celebrated before leaving the ring together in a shadow of darkness.
Once they reached the backstage area, Allie quickly embraced both Glenn and Mark.
"Thank you for always coming to my rescue," she whispered between them as they held her tight.
"We will always be there to rescue the princess," Glenn chuckled, but couldn't help the overwhelming emotion holding her in his arms brought on.
Mark was no different. He rarely showed emotion, but when it came to this little girl, she always had a way of bringing him to his knees. "Nothing could ever stand in our way when you need us, Rookie."
After several moments of basking in the relief that she was safe, Allie separated herself from them, before turning to look at her brother. They stared at each other for a moment before Allie launched herself towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck in a tight hug, that he was only too happy to return.
"I owe you," Allie smiled at him as she pulled back from the embrace.
"Eh, not really," Randy smiled. "After everything I put you through I think it was the least I could do."
"Still," Allie smirked, "you could've used the situation to your advantage and you didn't. You kept your promise."
"I told you," Randy pushed her playfully. "I'm not about that anymore. You're my sister and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." She smiled and nodded before he got a playful smirk on his face, "but if you decided to give me a title shot after you beat Cena for it, I wouldn't be offended."
Allie looked at him confused, "What do you mean after I beat Cena? You're in the match too."
"Not anymore," Randy smiled, shaking his head. "I talked to Hunter and pulled out of the match. They wanted me to start filming on a new movie, so I agreed to feign an injury and start filming sooner than planned."
"Why would you do that?" She stammered after a minute, not understanding what he was doing.
Randy placed his hands on Allie's shoulder and leaned towards her. "You need to do this, Al. This thing between you and John needs to end. The last chapter of this story was never meant to include me. It was always you too. The final showdown. Winner takes all."
Allie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Randy had voluntarily removed himself for a title match, all for her. If that didn't show her that he was genuine in all this, nothing would.
Giving him a watery smile and another tight hug, she whispered to him happily. "You're on, big brother."
Come on, Rook," Mark spoke up softly, causing the siblings to break their hug. "There are some people who'll be wanting to see you."
Allie nodded before saying her goodbyes to Randy and followed Mark and Glenn out of the arena. She fidgeted nervously in the car as they drove as quickly as legally possible towards their destination. She hadn't seen them, hadn't seen him, in a week and the anxiety of it was beginning to take it last toll.
When they pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, she took several calming breaths, then exited the car. Mark and Glenn lead her to the elevator and gave her the information she needed, and after promises of meeting up the next day and tight hugs, she stepped onto the elevator.
It carried her to the floor she needed, quickly exiting, she followed the seemingly never ending corridor to the room that waited for her. Sliding the key card into the slot, she watched the light flick to green, then pushed the door open.
The sight that greeted her was relieving and overwhelming all at the same time, causing her breath to catch as the door slid closed. The sound caused the three people inside the room to stop their nervous behaviors and whip their heads in her direction.
Steph, Joe and Colby faces all crumbled as they took her in and they all made a rush at her. No words were spoken as they each took their turns enveloping her into crushing hugs. Silent tears trailed down sleep deprived faces and choked back sobs filled the room.
The moment was inundating, but in the very best way, however there was still one more person that could make this all complete. Strangely he seemed to be absent and Allie couldn't help the hole in her chest that it left.
"Where is he?" Allie asked Joe when she pulled back from the hug.
He jerked his head towards the back of the room and a closed door. "Losing his mind. Probably burned a hole into the floor from pacing by now."
Allie smiled, but it was only a small one as she thought of the torment that Jon must have been going through the past week. She was so grateful that, at the very least, he had had these people to cling to.
Heaving a deep breath, she turned fully towards the door Joe had motioned to and walked slowly towards it. Reaching it, she raised a nervous hand and knocked gently on the door. Receiving no response, she gripped the doorknob and turned it allowing the door to fall open.
She felt her heart skip as she took in the man that was currently sitting on the bed, facing away from the door. She quietly shut the door, before moving further into the room.
"Fuck off, Joe," the gruff, emotional voice sounded suddenly, making Allie stop in her tracks.
She couldn't fight the smirk the statement had caused, even though she knew how Jon must be feeling. Deciding to lighten the mood slightly, she allowed her playful sarcasm to take over.
"Well, I would," the sound of her voice instantly made Jon turn around with wide disbelieving eyes. "But there's two problems. One, I'm not Joe. And two, I haven't seen my boyfriend in a week and if really like to kiss him right now."
The words were barely out of her mouth, before Jon had leaped over the bed and across the room, scooping her up in his arms and kissing her frantically.
Allie felt her lungs begin to burn as she was smothered by Jon's desperate lips. Gently pushing him back, she cupped his face in her hands and stared into his sad blue eyes.
"I thought I lost you," he whispered after a moment, resting his forehead against hers. "I've never been so terrified in my life. I had no idea what to do, baby."
"Hey," Allie whispered back gently. She could see all the emotion in Jon's eyes and it saddened her to know that she was inadvertently the cause of it. "I'm here now. I'm with you."
Jon stole her lips again in another desperate kiss that made Allie's head spin and her toes curl. God, how she loved this man and loved how he made her feel. The last week without even being able to talk to him had been anguish and she never wanted to experience that again.
"I can't be without you," Jon breathed out, between kisses. "I can never be without you."
"You never have to be," Allie promised, feeling like he had been reading her mind. "I'd be lost without you. I was lost without you."
"I need to know you'll always be there," Jon's intense stare met hers, making her stomach flip.
"Baby," Allie whispered, grazing her lips against his. "I just said you'll never have-"
"Marry me." Jon blurted out, cutting Allie off and leaving her in a startled and shocked state.
"What?"
A/N: of course we're down to the final chapters and real life has to intervene, leaving a month between chapters. I'm unfortunately going through the motions of divorce and have two little boys in the middle who have needed my undivided attention. So I apologize for the delay in getting this out and any future delays this mess may cause.
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