Alright, readers. Apologies for the last chapter being so short as well as the match. That chapter was tricky for me to think up. This next chapter will explain the reason behind the kidnappings, especially in the previous two stories in the trilogy. The person behind the kidnappings, I will say, is NOT, in any way, associated with the WWE. Anyways...hope you like this. Plus...there is an interesting twist in this chapter too.
Chapter 11
Dean's eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. He was so stunned. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. He knew this individual. Dean knew this man very, very well. Oh, how Dean remembered looking into those anger-filled eyes before. Eyes full of hate. He had seen that same look in those eyes the night the cops were called to take this man away to prison.
"Dad?" Dean gasped.
Papa Good smirked slyly. "Hello, son."
Papa Good swung the lead pipe into Dean's midsection, and he went down. Dean moaned and groaned as he lay at Papa Good's feet. Papa Good rolled Dean onto his back and brought his right foot down onto Dean's gut. More moaning. More groaning. Papa Good just laughed.
"You thought I'd forget what you did? Sending me away? You think I would forget?"
Papa Good reached down and grabbed his son by the face. "I'm back, boy. Your worst nightmare has just begun.
The crowd erupted as Mark was making his way to the ring. Mark climbed through the ropes ready to attack. Papa Good rolled Dean onto his stomach and pressed a foot hard on his back.
"DON'T! Don't come any closer, Calaway. I mean it."
"Leave him alone!"
"Why? What if I don't?"
"You don't want to hurt him. He's innocent."
"I don't want to hurt him. I don't want to HURT HIM, MARK?! I'm paying him back for what he did to me."
"What he did to you?"
"He had me sent to prison. It's not 1 month later that I got served with divorce papers. 8 months after that, I see her picture in the paper announcing that she is getting remarried. REMARRIED! TO YOU!"
The crowd gasped.
Mark closed his eyes and lowered his head.
"Did you love her?"
Mark reopened his eyes and glared at Papa Good. "Yes. Till the day she died."
"And my son. Did you love him?"
Mark balled his right hand into a fist. "Yes. Without a doubt."
"You may have loved her. But I loved her first. I loved my son first."
"Cheating on her is not love. Nor was slapping her around love. Slapping around your own son is not love."
"Not...love." Papa Good leaned down towards Dean. "You don't call this love?"
Papa Good backhanded Dean, then landed an open palmed slap.
"Stop it!" Mark took a step forward.
Papa Good quickly pushed Dean to his stomach, grabbed a handful of hair, pulling Dean to his knees.
"I SAID STOP IT!"
"I warned you not to come any closer."
Papa Good wrapped the lead pipe around Dean's throat. Dean gagged.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
"Take one more step and you'll watch your stepson die and you'll never see Michelle and Kaia again."
Mark spoke frantically. "Let him go and take me instead."
Papa Good eyed Mark confused. The stepfather taking the place of the stepson.
"You're serious?"
"Of course I'm serious. He's my son."
"You mean your stepson."
"HE'S MY SON! I raised him as if he were my own flesh and blood. Therefore, I will always consider him as my son. I know he's not part of my blood, but that doesn't matter to me! I took your place in your family. Take me in his place. I'll walk out without a fuss."
Papa Good ran the idea through his sick, twisted mind. He shrugged and released the pipe from his son's throat. Dean gasped and coughed rubbing at his sore throat. Papa Good dropped the pipe and stood.
"Alright, Calaway. Let's get out of here. But, try anything funny, I won't hesitate to put an end to your precious family."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me. I dare you."
Papa Good and Mark started to leave the ring. Before exiting through the ropes, Papa Good slipped a note from his pants pocket and layed it next to Dean. Papa Good and Mark exited through the crowd as Seth crawled back into the ring to check on his friend.
"Dean."
Seth rubbed Dean's back as he was reaching for the note. He slowly sat up in the ring as Triple H entered the ring and knelt before Dean.
"Medics are on the way, Ambrose."
Dean unfolded the note and read it silently.
THIS WEDNESDAY NIGHT 12:00 HOOVER DAM IN VEGAS