Taken Chapter 20: Nothing, a wrestling fanfic

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Warning: Slight Smut..

Chapter Twenty
Nothing

I think it was a miracle that Ashley didn't get hurt more when I charged at Crestfield. But charging at full speed towards him was the last thing he expected so when he saw me coming, he dropped his guard and loosened his hold on Ashley. She then ducked out of his arms and away from him. Just in time because I speared him hard, taking him down to the ground. The knife disappeared underneath the bed, but I didn't need it.

I got to my feet swiftly, pulling Crestfield up with me. One handed, I tossed him out into the hallway. There was no way I was tainting my bedroom with Crestfield's blood where I just made love to Ashley for the first time. And there was going to be a lot of blood because I was going to beat his fucking ass.

He hit the wall in the hallway with a satisfying thump and he made a loud oomph. Picking him up again, I tossed him towards the stairs. I over calculated and he fell down the steps or at least that's what I was telling myself. Not that I cared. I took my time walking down the stairs, noticing the blood on my pecan hardwood flooring. He was already bleeding. Good.

I wanted to know how the hell he got in, but one look at my front door and at the security key pad and I knew. I forgot to turn on the alarm when we arrived. My fault, but this leech had no right coming in my home and threatening my woman. He was about to learn that.

I yanked him up by his blond hair and planted a hard fist in his face. He went down but he wasn't going to stay down because I wasn't finished.

"Get up." I demanded, kicking him. He groaned, but didn't move. "Get your fucking ass up, you piece of shit. Does it make you feel like a man? Hurting a woman, sexually assaulting a woman, kidnapping my fucking woman and then cuttin' her fucking throat?"

I yanked him once again, throwing a thick fist through his gut. Another oomph left him and he crumbled to his knees.

"You're weak, Crestfield. Fucking! Weak!" I spat in his face.

"Fuck you." He hissed back.

I hooked a right fist, catching him in the chin. He stumbled back but didn't go down. Blood continued to fly as I punched him twice more and he hit the floor.

"Get up." I ordered.

"Fuck you." Came the reply.

I drug him up by his hair until we were eye to eye. "You fucked with the wrong man's woman."

"She's nothing but a whore. A slut."

I saw red. That was all I remember. I could faintly remember bones crunch and blood flying as I landed punch after punch. I wanted to kill him and if Ashley's voice hadn't penetrated my rage, I might have. At first it was Taker but when she said Mark, it hit me and I let go of Crestfield and he collapsed on my hardwood flooring. That's when I heard the sirens.

I pulled Ashley in my arms and she came willingly despite the fact that I was covered in blood. Kissing her forehead, my arms tightened around her, holding her to me.

"I'm getting his blood all over you."

Her arms tightened around my waist. "I don't care. I thought you were going to kill him."

"I should."

She shook her head. "I don't want you to go to jail, Taker."

I let that one go. "I'm not going to jail. He broke in, held a knife to your throat-." I suddenly remember the blood I saw seeping through her bandage. I jerked back to look at her throat. She was wearing the same t-shirt she was wearing when we got here, but it was now covered in blood. The white bandage was no longer white, but a dark red and quickly turning brown as it dried. "Fuck! You need an ambulance."

She nodded and pointed to Crestfield who was moaning and whining about a little pain. "I think he needs it worse, but I called the police. They should be here any minute."

"How did you know the address?" I asked, suddenly amused.

She blinked. "I didn't. I told them Mark Calaway's home. He said he knew exactly where that was."

I nodded and pulled her to me again, needing her to be close. "Are you ready for Extreme Rules?" I asked, knowing that I wasn't letting her out of my sight any time soon.

I felt her laugh against me. "I thought you said I should stay home and recuperate." She teased.

The doorbell ring and I slowly pulled back. Cupping her face between my hands, I made her look at me. "I don't want you out of my sight. You're going with me to Extreme Rules and I don't wanna hear any arguments from you."

That earned me one of her giggles. "Yes Sir."

I growled, planted a hard kiss on her mouth, and went to answer the door.

Sunday—
Extreme Rules—

"And the winner is the Unnn-Derrr-Takkkerrr!"

I was practically floating on cloud nine. A very girlish expression, but that was the only way to explain it. I just beat CM Punk at Extreme Rules and I was now the WWE heavy weight champion. Ashley was in the back in my locker room, waiting for me to take her home, to my home in Texas where I would have the next week off. Crestfield was now behind bars—well at this very minute he was recuperating in Seton Medical Center. After they made sure he would be okay since I managed to break four ribs, crack two, puncture a lung, and break three other major bones, he would be released. I was lucky that I had more than a couple of friends on the Austin police force—one of the Chief of Police. They reported the incident as self-defense and I was off scot-free. Good thing too because Ashley was worried.

I walked up the ramp, enjoying the feel of hands slapping against my arms, chest, and back as my fans reached out to congratulate me. I stopped at the top and held up my hand, fist clenched. The fans screamed louder. Smiling to myself, I stepped behind the curtain and made my way to my locker room.

As I came closer to my locker room, I heard Ashley's laughter. Then male laughter. I didn't like the surge of jealously that flowed through me, but when I rounded the corner and saw Ashley amongst a group of men, hot rage poured through me. I saw red when the Irish giant slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him, nuzzling her neck. She pulled away immediately and shook her finger at him. I was satisfied that she pulled away, but these men needed to know that she was mine.

As I got closer I heard my name.

"I'll ask Taker if he wants to go. He has a seven day vacation so I hope he does because I really want to come."

Seeing her with four men, one of them with his arm around her sent me into a rage. Hearing her call me Taker in front of these four men sent me into another dimension that I didn't want to comprehend or think about. Ashley was mine and these four men and her were going to understand that pretty damn quickly.

I stalked up to her, Orton and Cena seen me first and immediately went to backing up with their hands up in a surrender gesture. Ashley turned to see what they were looking at and frowned when she saw me or maybe it was my face. I knew that all the rage I was feeling was showing in my expression and I just didn't give a shit.

I did something I had been dying to do since that first night in her hotel room. I planted a firm shoulder against her stomach and tossed her over my shoulder. She squealed in outrage. Orton, Cena, Sheamus, and Brodus Clay looked on in amusement and a little worry.

"Taker, let me go. Put me down. NOW." She was mad. I was madder.

I ignored her as I entered my locker room, shutting and locking the door behind me. I put her down and instantly backed her against the door. My cock filled painfully, a primitive part of me wanting, no needing to claim what had become mine. My hands that had just been so gentle on her face a few days ago, gripped hard and I growled deep in my chest as I swooped in to thrust my tongue to the back of her mouth in a kiss as brutal and as consuming as the feelings rushing through my body.

"Mine," I said into her plundered mouth, ripping the shirt from her shoulders and slamming her against the door. "Mine," I said again, reaching under her skirt and ripping her panties from her body. I took her mouth in another punishing kiss as I quickly removed my tights. I then hooked one of her knees in the crook of his elbow so I could plunge into her.

Ashley screamed around my kiss at the unexpected invasion. Caught off guard in the maelstrom of emotion pouring off me. Not having expected this reaction after his amazing win. She was defenseless against it, against me, her body responding automatically to my every touch. In two strokes she was wet and dripping for me. Her body thundered against the door in time to my lunges. I held her leg higher and shifted for my next thrust. Ashley's head fell back on a scream. I knew the whole locker room heard it and it sent another primitive rush through me. I was so deep, so hard. Both our bodies sweated and heaved while we strained together. Again. Harder.

"Taker." Whisper soft.

"Taker." More of a pleading moan.

It wasn't enough. It would never be enough. I braced her shoulders against the door and grabbed her other leg, holding them wide for me. I pulled my hips back and pounded into her as fast and hard as I could, thrilling to her cries and pants as my body plundered hers until, like an engine at its peak, I broke. The orgasm raked through my groin like a red-hot poker, and my entire body jerked with it as I flooded her womb in a hot pulsating rush. Distantly, I heard cries as her own orgasm consumed her. It caused her vaginal walls to ripple around my cock repeatedly, until the sensations were so intense I thought I just might pass the hell out.

Suddenly, like a waterfall it all came rushing back to me. Her being kidnapped, almost killed twice, the hospital stay, the infection, Crestfield in my bedroom, reopening the slash in her throat, and almost beating Crestfield to death in my own home. And I just fucked her against the door of my locker room like a mad man. Without a condom. Without a fucking condom! I've never done that. Never. Oh fucking hell and shit. What the hell did I just do?

I eased myself out of her warmth with a gentleness I didn't know I possessed. I then relaxed the hold I had on her legs and she almost fell to the floor. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the couch. Once I had her settled I spoke.

"Are you okay?" My hands settled at her waist, gripping her hips.

Her head fell forward to land on my shoulder. "Yeah." I was pretty sure her voice had a dream like quality to it.

"Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Ashley, say something." It wasn't a request.

She sat up to look at me. "What do you want me to say? That was incredible."

I was honestly confused and I think it showed. "What?"

She nodded eagerly. "It was totally incredible and hot."

"So I didn't hurt you or fuck, scare you?"

She giggled and shook her head. "No. I was a little mad at first. I didn't like being carried like a sack of potatoes, but the sex was hot."

"I didn't use a condom."

She shrugged. "I'll keep an eye out. I promise, but I'm sure it's the wrong time of the month and all that."

I caressed the side of her face with my knuckles. "You're pretty damn amazing." I told her.

She shrugged off the compliment. "Why were you acting like that? What set you off?"

I took a deep breath and did something I hated. I talked to her about my feelings. "I was jealous as hell, Kitten. You're mine and I didn't like seeing Sheamus with his arms around you or you laughing with Orton and Cena or Clay for that matter."

"They were inviting us to go to karaoke with them tonight. They're my friends, Taker—."

I covered her mouth with my hand. "It's Mark. I don't ever want to hear you calling me Taker again. Especially during sex."

Her eyes narrowed. "Well it was kind of a Taker moment. All piss and vinegar with this serious rough edge to the sex. A classic Taker moment." She replied with a grin.

Her grin disappeared as quickly as it came. "I enjoyed it, Mark. Very much."

I met those beautiful brandy eyes with my green ones. Her eyes locked with mine and for a minute there was only us. Something that I've never experienced before. Just this feeling of absolute rightness. I cupped her face between my hands, caressing her cheeks with my thumbs. She swallowed hard and gave me a small shy smile.

"Remember, Mark that I love you. You're it for me. No man will ever do."

I smiled back at her. "I lo—."

A pounding on the locker room door stopped me from finishing what I was about to say and I honestly wanted to scream in frustration. It's so hard for me to say those three little words and every time I started to say them, I got interrupted. Fuck.

Ashley jumped up and looked down before looking back at me. "You ripped my shirt." She shrugged. "Well technically it was your shirt, but still, you ripped it. You're very strong." She told me, giving me a wink that was nothing but pure sexy. A ripple of what I was hoping was desire or arousal shook her small form and she looked around her. She grabbed the nearest shirt and slipped it over her head.

"Put some clothes on, Mark." She ordered me, stressing out my name.

I actually grinned and got up, heading towards the bathroom. Once the door was shut, I heard Ashley open the locker room door. I heard a muffled conversation before the door shut again. Then came Ashley's polite little knock on the bathroom door.

"Get dressed because we're going to karaoke with the boys."

She wasn't asking either. Damn.

Karaoke Fun—

We entered the bar in almost identical clothing. Me, black jeans, black Undertaker t-shirt, black cowboy boots, and hair pulled back in a low ponytail. Her, black skirt, black Undertaker t-shirt, black flats, and hair pulled back in a high ponytail. When we entered, all eyes turned to see who the new arrivals were. I staked my claim right there. I gave her a hard kiss of possessiveness before releasing her to the crowd. She smiled at me and took off towards the stage. I smiled right back at her then joined the table of well-known wrestlers. The guys gave me a nod of acknowledgement before turning their attention to Ashley who was talking to the karaoke dude.

She wanted to come and hang with the guys. She said she couldn't carry a tune in a bucket but she wanted to have a little fun. I wanted her to have fun before I took her back to Texas and kept her in bed for the next week. I was going to tell her I loved her and this week would be the perfect chance because I wouldn't be interrupted by anything or anyone. I wanted and needed her to know.

The music stopped and instantly all eyes were on Ashley who was standing at the microphone. She gave everyone a small smile and I couldn't help the feeling of pride that swelled in me. She was absolutely beautiful and she was mine. I was the envy of all the men here.

"Hi everybody! My name is Ashley and tonight I am dedicating my song to a very special man and well for tonight I'll just call him Taken."

I couldn't stop the grin that came over me. She was right about that. I was taken.

The music started and it was a slow one with an upbeat tempo. Ashley opened her mouth and I knew immediately that she had been wrong. She had talent. A talent so great that she could easily quit her job as a photographer and start singing tonight.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word, you can light up the dark

I felt the same way about her. She was the light in my dark world.

Try as I may, I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing

Her eyes met mine and I was captivated.

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all

She knew. She knew I loved her. How I knew that, I didn't know, but I did. She knew I loved her.

All day long I can hear people talking out loud
But when you hold me near, you drown out the crowd

I felt the same way. She was changing me. Every day, a little piece at a time, she was changing me.

Old Mr. Webster could never define
What's being said between your heart and mine

Fuck. The entire audience was held in rapture at her beautiful voice and by her.

The song began to die down and the audience was on the edge of their seats. They didn't want her to stop. But I did. I wanted her in my arms.

When the music stopped, the crowd went wild cheering and screaming for a round two. Ashley caught my eye and I softly shook my head. I needed her in my arms. She said thank you and good bye to her faithful fans and left the stage. She headed straight towards me. When I could reach out and touch her, I grabbed her hand and practically drug her outside into the chilly night air.

I turned her in my arms, cupped her face in my hands, and met her eyes. "You know." It wasn't a question.

She gave a slight shrug. "I was hoping."

I kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her and plundered her mouth with mine. I kissed her until she was clutching my shirt and whimpering into my mouth.

"Mark, please." She murmured against my lips.

I knew what she wanted and with a smile, I said it against her lips. "God, I love you Kitten."

Author's Note: Next chapter is the last one.. I can't believe it's finally over.. I think I might cry