Here it is chapter 6 same warning as the last chapter, and thanks for all the reviews.

Randy eyed the two men cautiously, they went over to Steve and shook his hand. "Looks like you found us a good catch here boys." One of the men said. He was tall about 6'2 well built with dark almost black hair. His friend was shorter around 5'11 but he was built like a brick shit house. Randy knew he would struggle to take out both men, guns or not.

The taller man turned on them and looked down at Randy and Mickie who were still seated on the sofa. It seemed very odd to Randy that he should be reacting this passively in this situation. He was a trained wrestler for crying out loud, he should be able to defend himself and Mickie against thugs like this, but something was making him sit still, something was telling him that if he tried anything they would not hesitate to kill him, then Mickie would be left alone.

Mickie felt sick under the gaze of the two men that had just walked into the apartment, she kept her eyes towards the floor, she didn't think she could look in to their eyes, she was scared of what she might or might not find there. Randy was not looking at her either, he seemed to have gone into some sort of trance, he was looking directly at the men unblinking. In fact if she couldn't see the rise and fall of his chest she would have thought he was dead.

"You two are worth every penny." The taller man said looking at Steve and giving him a wide grin. "We agreed $1100 yeah for the pair?" He said getting out a large bill fold and counting the money out. Steve took the cash and counted out Daniel's and Tom's share who took it readily and re took their seats on the worn sofa.

"How ever did you manage to get them here?" The tall man asked, Mickie was not sure the other man was going to talk at all, in fact he had not stopped looking at here since they entered the room. Randy seemed to have caught on to that fact as well and was staring daggers at the man.

"Well they just kind of fell in to my lap, I was just looking out of the window, when who should amble past but these two large as life. Didn't know how I was going to get them inside, but then these punk arse kids came up and stopped them, it was my lucky day, I went down and helped them and they couldn't help but say yes when I offered them a beverage." Steve said in reply to the man's question.

"Now that is what I call lucky, it's like this night was meant for us, how can we not take advantage of that." The tall man said and his friend glanced away for a second just nodded his head in agreement, he turned back again and looked at Mickie and Randy once more, like he was making sure they had not moved a muscle.

"Do they know the rules yet?" The tall man asked now coming over to look closer at Mickie and Randy. Mickie had to suppress a shiver but the shorter man clocked it and he cocked his head. "They will know them soon." The tall man said perching on the arm rest nearest Randy.

Randy could smell the BO coming off this guy and he was having a hard time trying not to gag. They both were well dressed in nice suits, they looked surprisingly clean for two people who had just been through an earthquake, and they obviously had a lot of money, but the guy smelt bad. Randy could not believe that this is what his night had come to, he was sat in a dirty apartment with the city falling down around them trying not to be sick sat next to a guy who smelt of dry old sweat.

"Ok the rules are simple, do as we say and you might live, do anything else and we will kill you, I don't care how much you cost me you are no good if you are causing trouble." The tall man said blowing breath in to Randy's face as he got closer to him. His breath was almost as bad as his BO and his teeth were distinct brownie colour.

"Hey are you guys still alive?" The man shouted in Randy's face it was obvious the guy expected an answer where Randy didn't think there was one to give. "Yes." Both he and Mickie said almost at the same time. "Good because if you didn't I could have gotten Clive here to give you a lesson." The man said pointing to his silent staring friend. Randy gave Clive a glance but did not dare take his eyes off the man sitting next to him.

"Steve you know what to do, we will take these two into the back with us, make sure we are not disturbed." He said indicating to the other two men who had obviously done something in the past to warrant that reaction. Mickie made no move to get up with the men and neither did Randy. "I thought you understood the rules, now get up!" The tall man said taking out his revolver and pointing it at Randy's head. Randy got up slowly and so did Mickie, as soon as they started walking to one of the closed doors off the living room the gun was put away. "Now see you do as you're told no one get's hurt." The man said as Clive opened the door.

Randy had been right it was a bed room. There was a large king sized bed in the centre and a bed side table at either side of it. On both stood a plane cream lamp shade with a dark wooden stand, they were almost beautiful if the situation had not been so bad. Mickie glanced at the window in the room but it appeared to have been boarded over. It was obvious this room had been used for this sort of thing before. It had nice soft blue wall paper and the carpet although dirty now from dust probably from the quake, was a think Ivory colour and soft under her feet. It possessed all the charm that the living room hadn't. It was odd to Mickie that she was being led into a room where she was most likely going to die and she was admiring the interior design.

"Clive set it up over there." The taller man said as Clive walked over and picked up a tri-pod from the corner of the room. Neither Mickie nor Randy had noticed it before, or the camera that Clive was now mounting on to the stand. Mickie glanced at Randy as if to say what is going on but Randy was only able to stare back at her, it was obvious they were both just going to have to find out what they had planned together.

"You know I am thinking we could sell this video for over $100,000 dollars." The tall man said looking very happy with himself as he looked thought the eye piece of the camera and checking that he was seeing what he wanted. "The great Randy Orton and Mickie James come and go in the same film." The man laughed at his joke and Randy only took a second to catch on.

"You can't do that, you will be put in prison." Randy said knowing that he was grasping at straws here. "Why you will be the ones on camera screwing, and they can't arrest a dead man for rape." The man replied with a half smile half sneer. Mickie got a chill up her spine then, she was not sure what the guy had meant at first now she knew, they had brought them here to make a snuff film.

Randy looked at Mickie, he could see her eyes shining bright from where she had unshed tears in them, it was making him very angry that they were here, that they had been forced into this situation. If he were ever going to get the chance to sleep with Mickie James this would not be how he would want it to happen. Randy would want candles soft music and a long time to show her just how much she meant to him. This was not supposed to be how anyone made love, forced filmed then killed, it made his blood run cold and they were running out of time. Clive had come to stand behind Mickie, he had not touched her but Mickie physically shrunk at his proximity to her.

Randy snapped his head round as the taller man approached him from behind and placed his mouth close to Randy's ear. "If you don't do it I am sure Clive will be happy to oblige." Randy glanced at Clive then tried to look at the man standing at his shoulder. Just as he was about to make his way over to Mickie hoping she would understand the sound of gunfire erupted from outside the room.

Ok I know a short one but the next one is long and I needed a good place to end this chapter, please read and review or you will never know what happens. Ha ha