NOTE: I don't own any of the WWE superstars, but I do own all other original characters (Ray, Kayla, Brenda, and myself).
"Batista? How could you?" I asked in disbelief. I couldn't believe that he was in on this whole plan with Ray and Sara. And he had claimed to like me. Yeah, right.
"There was no other way," Batista said, shrugging. "What else could I do when you were getting all close to Mark?"
"You could've just talked to me like a civil person," I pointed out.
"I laid my feelings out there," he countered. "I even kissed you. And you still ran out on me, J."
"Right into my husband's arms," Sara interrupted. "Does a wedding band have no significance to you?"
"He doesn't fucking wear it!" I snapped. "Is that really my fault?"
"Do you think you're special?" she asked, stepping up to me. "Do you think he's going to love you? That he's going to be with you forever?"
"Too soon to tell," I said, looking at her. "I mean, let's be real. I've only known him for a few days."
"Let me be serious, then. He's only taken such a liking to you because you're young and pretty," she said, leaning down in my face. "Tell me, did he ever say something about how it makes him feel good to be around you?"
"Maybe," I said. He had said something like that, but I didn't want to admit it because I had a feeling that she was going to try to make some kind of point. Probably not a good point.
"He told me that once," she said, smirking at me. "But he just wanted to get in my pants. I doubt his intentions are any different for you."
"You don't know anything about me and him," I said quietly. "You think you know so much, and yet you're very much out of the loop."
"Face the facts. He's getting up there in age. He wants what any older man would want from a little whore like you," she said, flicking her hair back.
"And what would that be?" I asked, knowing that she was going to say something mean, rude, or both.
"An easy fuck," she said lightly. She grinned at me, standing up straight. "Who knows? Maybe he already got it."
"And if he did?" I asked, expressionless, looking at her.
"Are you admitting it?" she asked me, getting angry.
"I don't think it's any of your damn business who I'm screwing!" I snapped.
"But if you'd really like to know, it's me," came a familiar voice. I looked over at the door and found John Cena leaning in the door.
"WHAT?" Sara, Ray, and Batista asked simultaneously.
I didn't know what he was talking about, but if it would get me out of this mess then I was going to milk it for all it was worth. "John, you weren't supposed to tell anyone about our relationship," I said, looking over at him.
"But baby, I couldn't resist. I hate keeping our relationship a secret," he said, walking over to me. "Everyone should know that we're involved."
"You two are involved?" Sara screeched. John and I both nodded. "Then what role does Mark play in this?"
"Mark, smark," John said off-handedly. He touched my face. "J, what have you been making them believe about you and Mark?"
"I kind of made them believe that Mark and I are involved," I said, trying to act ashamed. "I didn't want them to know about me and you."
"I don't care if anyone knows," he whispered. "Let's tell the whole world about us, baby."
"Ok," I said, looking up at him and smiling. I was becoming quite the actress!
"So wait a minute. You two are...a couple?" Sara asked, trying to comprehend everything we were saying.
"Yeah," John answered. "So why don't we just untie her and let me take her away? She'll be out of your hair, and we can just forget that any of this ever happened."
"That could work," Sara said slowly, thinking. "I could just get on with my life knowing that she won't be interfering in my marriage anymore..." Her voice trailed off.
"Are you seriously considering that bull?" Ray asked her.
"It's obvious that she's not going to just forget about it. We freaking kidnapped her!" Batista exclaimed. "So you're just going to let her go?"
"Sweetie, you know that's not the way I roll," Sara said, smiling. Her face had "evil" written all over it. "I never have liked taking the easy, practical way out. Logic is nonsense in my opinion."
"You have no logic, that's why," I muttered.
"You DON'T want to fucking piss me off," she warned me.
Just then, we heard voices approaching the room. We all looked at the door and watched as Mark, Randy, and Shawn came rushing in. Kayla and Brenda were a few paces behind them.
"J, are you ok?" Mark asked, rushing over to me. I guess he didn't notice his wife standing nearby. He leaned down in front of me. "I was so worried about you, sweetie!" He reached for the ropes that kept me bound to the chair.
"Touch that rope and I promise you will regret it," Sara said coldly.
Mark stood up slowly and turned to face his wife. "Sara? What are you doing here? Did you do this?"
"Yeah, but it's your fault!" Sara yelled. She pulled out a gun and started waving it carelessly in the air. "If you fucking touch that rope, someone's going to die."
Everyone backed away from her when she started waving the gun around. Mark stood his ground, standing in front of me protectively.
"Put the gun down, Sara," he said calmly.
"Why should I? So you can untie your little bitch?" she practically screamed. "I don't fucking think so. As a matter of fact..."
"Sara, are you crazy?" Ray asked nervously, looking at his cousin with wide eyes.
"No, I'm perfectly sane," she said, then started laughing. "I'm just madly in love..."
One loud shot rang out. The sound pierced the silence in the small room...
A/N: Took me forever to update, I know! I hope to have Chapter 23 up sometime soon, but I never know when inspiration will hit. Until then... Please tell me what you think! Thanks!