Sammy pulls out of the hotel parking lot making his way to Dynamite. It had been a week since the disappearance of Marko and Brandon. The dirt sheets had really started getting suspicious late in the weekend when everyone noticed that both hadn't updated their social medias which were unusual for the both of them.
Sammy notices that the front of his car is smoking so he pulls over. He looks around to see if there were any cars and exits the car quickly making his way to the front. He opens the hood coughing when the fumes and smoke puff up into his face. He leans against it, not sure what he was looking for. He searches through the hood and notices something extremely off and unsettling. Something was cut. He pulls out his phone trying to call someone but his phone wasn't working. He looks around again seeing a car across the street or could he even call it a car? It was more of a van.
Sammy has a sinking feeling in his stomach and starts to run. He turns into an alleyway.
"Shit!" Sammy curses when he realizes that it is a dead end. He looks around to see if there was any way to get up to the buildings or if there were any doors. He hears tires behind him. He turns around to see that the van has blocked the entrance to the alleyway. The front passenger door is opened and out walks Scott Hall.
"There's no way out. Now, I've got some of your friends back here, you do as you are told and we won't hurt them." Hall says.
"Friends?" Sammy asks. Hall opens the back of the van to reveal the other captures. Janela, Spears, Page, Cassidy, and Wheeler were all in the seats with their hands bound.
"We have another one but God damn is he a squirmy, mouthy little cuss so he's all tied up and gagged in the back." Hall says. Sammy realizes that there was no use in fighting and that he might as well give in, besides this was the only way he would be able to see and make sure Marko was okay. So, he starts to approach the van slowly.
"No! For fucks sake, Sammy, run!" Janela says.
"What good is that going to do?" Sammy asks. He gets his hands bound in front of him with zip ties.
"In the back." Hall says. "Phone." Hall requests holding out his hand. Sammy rolls his eyes but pulls out his phone handing it to him. He climbs into the van into the back looking behind him.
"Silver?" Sammy asks. John just looks back at him breathing heavily through his nose. His mouth was wrapped in a layer of duct tape, both his feet and wrists bound with zip ties.
"What do you want to do about Greg?" Nash asks pulling away.
"I don't know he's so fucking protected." Hall says.
"Well, we do have his lover's cell phone. We can text both Taylor and Trent send them to two different places." Nash says. "They'll be worried when he doesn't show up."
"Check and see how Russo and Young are doing over there in Orlando." Hall says.
"Probably not as good as us." Nash says grinning looking back at their captives.
"Fuck you." Janela says.
"Joey!" Shawn says elbowing him.
"I won't be afraid to gag you." Nash says. "Any of you. They weren't very happy with me last time for messing with the merchandise."
"Is…is Marko okay?" Sammy asks.
"What about Brandon?" Page asks.
"Can't really say." Hall says. "Guess you'll just have to wait until we get there. Still have a long ways to go."
Dynamite has ended and Chuck and Trent are in the locker room getting ready to head back to the hotel even though they are worried sick about Cassidy. Trent rubs his temples groaning.
"Uh…hey, I got to stop by the store. Why don't I get you some Advil or something? Just tell me what to get." Chuck says putting his phone away.
"Magnesium. Yeah, maybe some aspirin as well." Trent says. "Aspirin, not Advil."
"Got it." Chuck says kissing Trent on the cheek. "Straight to the hotel, understand? You feel like you are going to pass out or throw up you pull the fuck over."
"Yeah, I got it." Trent says. "Don't worry about me. I appreciate you looking out for me."
"Anything I can do to help. Love you." Chuck says.
"Love you too." Trent says. He sighs sitting down. After about 10 or 15 minutes his phone vibrates.
OC: I'm in trouble, please come. Hurry.
Trent blinks grabbing his stuff quickly leaving the locker room and slipping out the back door. He sneakily makes his way to his car.
G: Where are you?
OC: In a parking lot on Bluffington.
G: On my way.
When Trent arrives he doesn't see Cassidy or Cassidy's car. He sighs pulling out his phone. Great, no service. He steps out of the car looking around. Once he turns around, he feels a hand over his mouth and a hand over his chest. He is struggling but is still being dragged away from his car. He grunts as he is pushed up against the van hard.
"Whoa! Kevin! Fucking watch it man! Not so rough!" Hall shouts.
"He's the reason why any of this is even happening, him and that Gargano." Nash says pulling Trent's hair while putting plastic zip ties on his wrists. He opens the back of the van. "In the back with Sammy. Samuel help Trent with his seat belt would you?"
"Before…before you get in…can…can you please undo Silver's gag? I'm sure he won't cause any more problems." Page says. Nash looks at Hall who nods.
"Since you asked so nicely, sure." Nash says closing the door. He goes to the back opening the door. He pulls out his pocket knife; he swears he hears a slight whimper through the gag. "I'm not gonna hurt you. But if you start causing trouble again, I will." Nash says using the pocket knife to undo the layer of duct tape around Silver's chin. "Where's my thank you?"
"Thank you, sir." Silver says quietly. Nash smiles caressing Silver's cheek tapping it softly. "Rest up; we got a long trip ahead of us."
Nash starts to drive, groaning in discomfort shifting in his seat. Hall grins looking over at him.
"Was it Greg or Silver?" Hall whispers.
"Silver. I don't know, sometimes he just reminds me of his dad. Drives me fucking crazy." Nash says.
"You know the best part?" Hall asks.
"What's that?" Nash asks.
"He's a lot easier to overpower. And it's a good way to get back at his fathers." Hall says. "He's a buck 50, only 5 foot 4, 2 inches taller than Marko."
"Ugh, shit, his phone is blowing up." Nash says.
"31 new messages." Hall says. "He's a popular guy. Brodie, Uno, his brother Stu, his fathers…oh…he has a boyfriend?"
"Reynolds." Shawn says.
"His tag partner." Nash says. "Makes sense."
Meanwhile in Jacksonville, the AEW roster was in complete panic.
"Why the hell would they want Silver?" Brodie asks.
"I…I don't think they did." Jungle Boy says.
"He was with Page and Janela talking about a bit in Being the Elite. He just…got caught in the middle of it." Luchasaurus says. "What I don't understand is why they would go after Janela when he's Luger's son? Wouldn't he want him safe?"
"Yeah, right. He's an abusive son of a bitch." Sabian says.
"Kip!" Jerry Lynn shouts.
"Oh, for-fucking-give me for telling the damn truth!" Sabian says. "You know damn well that Luger doesn't give two shits about any of his sons other than Dolph."
"Um…guys?" Jericho asks. He clears his throat banging the table loudly. "I just got off the phone with AJ Styles; he says that some of the WWE superstars are also missing."
"Are you serious?" Dustin asks.
"Unfortunately." Jericho says. "3 NXT superstars and the rest are Raw guys."
"Are we getting the police involved yet?" Chuck asks annoyed.
"FBI has been called." Nick says.
"Why weren't they called in the first place? When Brandon and Marko first went missing?" Peter asks angrily.
"We didn't know what to do, okay?" Matt says. "We…we didn't know if this was something we caused."
"Matthew!" Cody shouts.
"Caused?" Leva asks. "How could you have caused this?"
"We…we were looking into how or if the people abused could press criminal charges against their abusers." Kenny says.
"That's what those meetings were about?" Peter asks.
"We didn't include Brandon because we thought it would put him at risk but well I guess he was already at risk." Matt says.
"I just…I hope they are okay." Jungle Boy says.
"Me too." Peter says.
Early the next morning, Nash and Hall arrive at their destination.
"Out." Hall says opening the door. "Grab Silver, carry him in. Don't want to risk it."
"Yeah, you are right." Nash says nodding.
"Try anything and I swear to fucking God it will not be pretty." Hall says. Janela is the first one out of the van. He looks around; they were deep in the woods. Page, Shawn, Cash, Cassidy, Sammy and finally Trent all file out of the van. "It is up ahead."
"What the fuck?! Let go of me! Fuck!" Silver shrieks using his shoulder to bump Nash's chest. He falls backward onto his back which gives him the ability to kick Nash in the stomach hard.
"OW FUCK! I HATE THE LITTLE ONES!" Nash screams holding his stomach in pain.
"Switch me places." Hall says. Nash moans in pain nodding as he starts to lead the group of men towards the house. Hall puts his hands on either side of Silver staring at him. "Where do you think you were going to go hmm? Your legs are tied."
"I can still crawl." Silver says.
"And how far would you get?" Hall asks. "Really, how far would you be able to get?"
"Don't know. But it can't hurt to try." Silver says. Hall shakes his head grabbing Silver by the waist hoisting him up over his shoulder. "Oh, come on!"
"I knew you were going to try something with me, Silver. I'm not dumb. You aren't going anywhere. You weren't on our list; you were an accident, a real happy fucking accident." Hall says. Hall arrives on the porch opening the door to the house. He goes over to the couch setting Silver down.
"Ah, the guests have arrived!" Martini says. "Brandon, darling, bring the scissors." Page looks around for his Elite brother. He gasps when he sees him, he's wearing a blonde wig, a short skirt, and a crop top tied with a knot.
"Hold out your hands." Hayes orders.
"Where's Marko?" Sammy asks looking around.
"In his room, as usual." Porter says. Brandon goes over to the group avoiding eye contact just cutting their binds. He goes over to the couch to Silver wincing when he sees the damage done to the skin.
"He's gonna need these to be looked after." Brandon says.
"I'll go get a first aid kit." Luger says. Martini goes over to the group stopping in front of Janela.
"What's your name?" Martini asks.
"Joey Janela Lynn-Luger." Janela says.
"Luger?" Martini asks playing with Joey's hair.
"He's my dad." Janela says. Martini nods.
"I like him." Martini says. "I call dibs."
"Another one?" Porter asks. "Can you wear heels? This one can't fucking walk in them worth a shit." He says kicking Brandon in the butt.
"I…I don't know, never tried." Janela says.
"Can I please see Marko?" Sammy asks. Brandon looks up about to protest.
"Sure, I don't see why not, he's been a good boy, hasn't he?" Nash asks.
"Relatively." Hayes says.
"Speaking of, the soup is almost done." Brandon says.
"Perfect, then our new friend can bring it up to him!" Hayes says. Brandon looks at Sammy then at Hayes almost pleadingly. "Don't look at me like that Cutler, Gage isn't in there, he's back in the back in the shed."
"Gage? As in, Nick Gage?" Page asks gulping.
"Yeah, who else?" Hayes asks. "Bill, why don't you help him with the soup and bring him upstairs to our friend Marko?"
"When do the rest arrive?" Bill asks.
"Should be an hour or two." Hayes says.
"Are we going to put everyone in their own room?" Hall asks. Luger comes back with the first aid kit handing it to Brandon.
"That should have everything." Luger says.
"Dad…" Janela says his voice breaking.
"Lex, why don't you go and get the rooms prepped?" Hayes asks. "Relax, boys, come have a seat." Sammy goes into the kitchen letting Bill do everything. He is handed the bowl of soup.
"Come on, it's upstairs." Bill says. Sammy begins to climb the stairs nervously unsure of what he is about to see. Brandon was acting strangely. Bill pulls out a set of keys using one of them on the door. "Go. He might be in the bathroom, don't know if he's done yet or not." Bill says rolling a few water bottles and ginger ales into the room.
"Done with what?" Sammy asks entering the room. The door is shut and locked behind him. He looks around the room putting the soup down on the dresser. He bends down and picks up the water and ginger ales when he hears the noises coming from the bathroom. "Marko?!" Sammy shouts in fear.
"Sammy?" Marko asks his voice hoarse.
"Yeah, it's me. I brought some soup." Sammy says. "If you can eat." He looks over to the bed now noticing the handcuffs hanging from the bed posts, rope also tied to the bed post. He looks around the room again; a window was open slightly as it overlooked the forest. Next to the window was a fluffy pink chair. In the opposite corner to the window was a bean bag chair. Sammy goes over to the closet but before he could open it he hears the toilet flush and the lock click. The door is opened slowly and Marko emerges in a shirt sleeved long night shirt. His arms were covered and littered in bruises and marks, his neck had a few red marks that looked like hickeys to Sammy. "Fuck, Marko." Sammy says.
"I don't understand what are you doing here?" Marko asks.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm here now." Sammy says. "Sit down. You have to eat."
"I'll try." Marko says shuffling to the bean bag chair. "We aren't sitting on that bed."
"Okay." Sammy says not arguing with him. He picks up the soup and a can of ginger ale handing it to Marko. "I'm not gonna force you to talk about it."
"Who is all here?" Marko asks.
"Janela, Page, Spears, Cassidy, Silver, Trent and Cash." Sammy says.
"Luger actually let his own son be kidnapped?" Marko asks scoffing practically chugging the ginger ale.
"Whoa, hey, slow down." Sammy says.
"Sorry, this morning was rough." Marko says. Sammy sighs going to brush Marko's hair noticing him flinch back away from his touch. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"Are you…are you naked under there?" Sammy asks.
"Yeah, it's just better." Marko says.
"Jesus fuck what did they do to you?" Sammy asks. He sniffles standing up to get another ginger ale and water for himself. "Where are we anyways?"
"Home." Marko says. "My home state."
"Mississippi?" Sammy asks. "They drove us across state lines? That's why they took the backroads."
"Has anyone claimed anyone?" Marko asks.
"Martini said something about calling dibs on Janela." Sammy says. "They said that Nick Gage is here." Sammy regrets bringing his name up because Marko nearly spills his soup all over himself. "But he's not in the house right now anyways."
"Russo and Silas were going to pick up the WWE guys." Marko says.
"Vince Russo?" Sammy asks. Marko chuckles nodding. "Yuck."
"He's not horrible actually." Marko says. "Least problematic person we have to deal with. Hayes is…kind of afraid of me though."
"Hayes is what?" Sammy asks.
"Afraid of me." Marko says. "I sort of passed out after he beat me up, now he won't even touch me."
"Passed out?!" Sammy asks.
"I don't really remember much actually." Marko says. "Just that the others have to go easy on me now or easier."
"You've had to deal with all of them?" Sammy asks.
"Pretty much, yeah." Marko says "Not Scotty or Silas. I don't know how hands on Silas is going to be. He's kind of a nerd from what Brandon gathers."
"Who…who hurt you this morning?" Sammy asks.
"Porter and Martini." Marko says picking at the beads inside the bean bag. "I'm not ready to talk about it."
"Okay." Sammy says. "Just tell me you are okay."
"Hey, I'm strong. I can handle it." Marko says. "I'm fine." Sammy looks back at the door when he hears keys jingling. Brandon comes into the room shutting the door.
"You done?" Brandon asks.
"Yup." Marko says. Brandon takes the bowl smiling.
"You cleaned it out. So you must be feeling better then."
"A lot better." Marko says. "I think the ginger ale settled my stomach more than the soup did."
"Well, you are allowed downstairs, Marko. Do you need anything washed?" Brandon asks.
"Have they made you their fucking maid or something?" Sammy asks.
"Sammy!" Marko shouts at him.
"I don't really know what I am." Brandon says. "I just do what they ask because if they don't then they hurt him so it's just easier that way."
"We didn't give in easily, that made things more difficult." Marko says. "All my clothes and stuff is in the bathroom. Uh…some of them have stains."
"Alright, no problem." Brandon says. "Go ahead downstairs; you'll have clean bed sheets tonight."
"Thanks." Marko says standing up. "Do you want me to take the bowl?"
"Sure." Brandon says. Marko smiles softly at Brandon taking the bowl back opening the door shutting it behind him.
"How fucked are we?" Sammy asks Marko.
"Pretty fucked." Marko says honestly.