Kidnapped

It was late at night and Mark was just exiting the arena after yet another gruelling session with the doctor. He had hurt his back slightly during his match that night, but the doctor had insisted on doing painful physio on him rather than let him go home to rest. Mark could swear that that man wasn't satisfied unless he got his patients to scream in pain.

He tried to walk back to the arena but by now he was seeing, at the very least, double of everything. His limp body collapsed to the ground, his head striking the concrete, opening his head up. The last thing he saw before darkness totally engulfed him was the blurry faces of the people he had thought of as just normal fans as they reached down towards him.

Doctor Petit was just making his way out to his car when he heard the squeal of tiers. He looked over watching as a van drove off the car park with its lights off. He turned to head towards his car then turned around again "What is Mark's car still doing here? He left half an hour ago." He walked over towards Mark's car, his walk turning into a run when he spotted Mark's gym bag sitting on top of the car. He walked around the car, reaching for his mobile phone when he saw the front of the car. Written on the bonnet, in what looked like blood, was "Undertaker is ours".

Mark awoke to something different for the first time in weeks. Something wet was touching his cheek. He opened blurry eyes wondering what new torture his captors had in store for him. His eyes meet with warm dark brown ones, then a big pink wet tongue licked his face. Mark drew back slightly in puzzlement. It was a dog, more precisely it was a golden retriever, it stepped closer placing its front paws on Mark's legs and gave him another `kiss'.

I had got up to find that my radio had self destructed during the night. When I reached for the box of spare parts, I found that my dog had demolished it without my noticing. I had been planning on heading down to the village to get spares with Josh when he had decided to go wondering off after, what was to him, some wonderful something. I trekked after him, following his tracks. I just hoped he hadn't found something dangerous like a bear again. I'd lived in this area for some time now with no trouble from any wild animals. Then I got Josh, now I had met just about every kind of wild animal there was up here.

I tracked him to what looked like to entrance to a cave, the mountains were full of little hiding places. Calling him didn't work so I started to go in, hoping with all my heart that I wouldn't find a bear. Josh came running towards me as I was moving crates, "what are crates doing in a cave", I made a grab for his collar and missed. With a sigh I switch on my torch, resigned to that fact that I was going to have to go get the fool dog. I walked along the narrow passage noticing from the tracks on the floor that quite a few people had been through recently. The passage opened up into a wider chamber. I swept the torch around looking for Josh. What I found had the torch falling from my limp hand in shock.

"Oh my god!" I picked the torch back up. A man was sitting against the far wall, chains dragging his arms above his head. I walked over to him, running my eyes over him taking in more details as I went. I recognised who he was as I had been to a number of live events and I watched wrestling as often as I could on TV, mainly to see this very man. He looked terrible, his long hair matted around his face, clothes covered in dust. As I knelt beside him I could see the bruises, some of them fresh, covering his face. I looked into his piercing green eyes, seeing the hope and pain in them. I removed the gag from his mouth, his lips were dry and cracked so I gave him some water from my canteen.

I spun around staring at him in surprise. Knowing how tall he his just doesn't prepare you for the reality, he was huge, the ceiling was well over six foot and he was having to duck. After all he had gone through he shouldn't be able to crawl, let alone walk. Though if the people coming up the mountain were the same people that had done this to him, then his walking was a good thing. I passed the binoculars to him "Do you recognise any of them?" I pointed him in the right direction, watching the fear and then anger pass over his face. Boy was I glad that the anger wasn't directed at me.

I set a slow but steady pace, letting him get the hang of walking again. I made him stop regularly whether he wanted to or not. He needed to take regular dinks of water and I needed to keep a watchful eye out for company. We had a good head start on them with the added advantage of my house been on no maps whatsoever, all we had to do was make it there in one piece.

We made it to my house as it was getting dark, by then I was having to support some of his weight, no easy task. He'd refused at first, saying that he would too heavy, after I told him that helping him now would be better than dragging him when he was unconscious, he accepted my help. I led him in dragging him straight through to the bedroom, he was asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. I brushed his hair away from his forehead, noticing that his head was hot to the touch. I removed his boots then went to secure the house.

I gathered a few things together and went back to check on Mark. I stood looking at him for a few seconds, watching him sleep. He started to toss and turn fitfully on the bed, drawing my attention back to him. I walked over to his side, his face was wet with sweat, I knew from touching his head earlier that he was getting a fever, things were going to get a lot worse before they got better.

The following day was no better than the night had been. The fever showed no signs of breaking. I cleaned him up a bit during one of his more lucid periods, washing his face and arms to help get rid of the dirt and sweat. I found the gash on the back of his head, it was dirty, red and oozing so I put some cream on it. I got him to sit up long enough to remove his top and washed his chest and back, putting cream on the whip marks on his back. With a struggle I got him out of his trousers as well. By the time I finished washing him and giving him some soup he was exhausted and soon fell asleep again.

I sat by his bed again that night reading a book and keeping an eye on him, I must have drifted off to sleep. Mark's shouting awakened me. I talked to him, the sound of my voice calming him down slightly. I was reaching over to check his temperature when his eyes snapped open. He grabbed my arm, pulling me off balance. I fell against his chest the breath knocked out of me by the landing. I tried to scramble off him but with a sudden movement he rolled us both over, now I was under his considerable weight. He started kissing me, his lips travelling down my neck, sucking and nibbling on the flesh making me shiver. His hands tugged on my tee shirt pulling it from the waistband of my sweatpants. Gaining access he ran his hands over my stomach and sides, his touch was fever hot. Looking into his eyes I realised by their glazed look that he didn't even know what he was doing. I stroked his back in a soothing motion, calming him down. Before long he was asleep again, unfortunately for me I was still under him. Remembering some advice my mother had given me for if I ever got married I poked him in the ribs, hey if it works on snoring husbands.

Mark awoke wondering where he was. His throat and mouth were bone dry and his body felt like it had been run over by a truck. He was lying on one side so he checked out the part of the room that he was facing, it made a nice change to find that he was lying on a normal bed, in a normal room instead of being in a dark cave. He felt an arm creep around is waist. He held his breath, turned quietly onto his back and looked at who was sharing the bed with him. Seeing who it was he breathed normally again and relaxed for a few minutes.

The second morning he was spooned up behind me, leg tucked up between mine. His hand had worked its way under my tee shirt and was squarely planted over a breast. I tried to move his hand being careful not to wake him. He just moaned and tightened his grip as his leg pushed up firmly between my thighs. Sweat broke out over my body and a moan escaped my lips at the feelings he was creating. Trying my mum's trick again, I poked him in the ribs. "Thank you mum" I mouthed as he turned over with a sigh. I was about to slip out of bed when he woke up gave me a quick good morning kiss and beat me to the bathroom, throwing the pillow back on the bed as he went.

During the day I asked him about the kidnappers, trying to find out how many of them he had seen and how professional they had been. The more I heard the more anxious I became. It sounded like they were very professional and very deranged. Not a good combination. He had built his strength up enough so I let him have access to the rest of the house.

I gave him a tour of the house showing him all the routes around in case of an emergency. All the rooms were designed with more than one access even though some of them didn't look like it. I showed him all the hidden doors. It was a two-storey building, but one of the levels was underground and only accessibly through the hidden panel in the bedroom. I'd designed it to be invisible from the air and unless you knew where it was it was difficult to find from the ground as well. The only people that knew my location lived in the village, it's hard to build a house unnoticed.

We took a break from the tour and sat in the kitchen for a breather. As I made a drink I noticed that the cupboards were getting rather bare, I normally only had to provide for Josh and myself. "I'll have to go into the village, I'm running out of supplies. Have you got the number of anyone you want me to call?" He gave me Vince McMahon's phone number.

Mark watched as I left on my motorbike, it was a trail bike and ideally suited for the small dirt road I was navigating. I'd planted my hands on hip and given him a long list of reasons why he couldn't come with me. "You're not up to the journey yet. My bike won't support both our weights. If you go on your own you wouldn't know who was a local and anyway they'll be looking for you not me."

The FBI called up a few records on their computers. The phone was registered to a general store in a small village. There was a working pay phone in the village, so it must be someone local or someone who had become very friendly with the locals. They spent some time going through records looking for the name Catherine. There were only two Catherine's in the village, one of which was eighty-two, the other lived in a house up in the mountains.

When the first person stepped passed I struck, ramming his head into the far wall. He fell limp to the ground, I struck out at the next person in line with a kick to the head. That person fell into the one behind and I ran into a room and sneaked through a hidden door before they could tell where I had gone. I moved through the house taking them out one at a time, all the while making sure they kept away from the bedroom for as long as possible.

I ended up in the living room. It had two normal entrances and there were people coming in through both of them. One man was coming from the front, one from the rear, in a lightning quick move I punched the front man in the face then brought my elbow back into the other mans nose. I caught a third man, rushing from the side with a roundhouse kick to the head.

I smashed his head into the wall, letting him fall unconscious to the ground. I looked at one of the bombs, the timer display had little over a minute left on it. I switched the ones off in the kitchen and left the room. Just looking around quickly I could see five blinking lights. He was right I wouldn't be able to stop them all, there wasn't enough time left.

I'd pushed Mark and Josh through the door before me hurrying them on. I knew we wouldn't be safe until the blast proof door in the other room was closed. Mark helped me pull the door closed just as the majority of the bombs went off. The sound was deafening and the sudden silence that followed was nearly as bad. Apart from a sprinkling of dust from the ceiling the room stood up to the impact of the bombs.

Vince was still sitting in the car several hours later when he noticed some of the FBI agents pointing up at the sky. He looked up seeing three searchlights in the night sky. Helicopters were heading towards them. They hovered overhead their searchlights sweeping over the rubble. Ropes dropped from the side of one of the helicopters and three men repelled down to the ground. The other two helicopters carried on up the mountain, joined soon after by the first.

"Can you hear something?" Mark looked over at Cath when he got no response. She looked pale. He walked over to the bed for a closer look. She was lying on her side unmoving. Reaching out he found that her skin was cold even though she was wrapped up in blankets. Remembering the wound he pulled back the blankets, the sheet and mattress were soaked with blood. He felt her neck for a pulse finding a weak but steady beat he relaxed slightly.

Mark grabbed Josh and pulled him over to Cath. He put a blanket over her to prevent any dirt getting into the wound then crouched down with Josh and waited. A surprisingly small blast, compared to the last one he had heard, took down the far wall. Three figures appeared from the dust and moved towards him. One he recognised instantly as Vince, not knowing the other two, and remembering Cath's reluctance to use the beacon, he positioned himself between them and Cath.

The helicopter took them all, including Josh, to a clearing just outside the village where they were met by a car, a few minutes later they were transferred to an ambulance. The man, Derek, changed into jeans and a tee shirt and accompanied them to the hospital. Vince stayed outside with Josh and made some calls to let everyone know that Mark had been found and was okay.

Derek looked at Mark and leant back in his chair with a sigh. "Catherine used to be one of our top operatives. Several years ago she fell out with the people in charge, she didn't agree with the methods being used. We managed to get them removed but she wasn't comfortable working there anymore. She was `allowed' to leave but under certain conditions. I'm afraid that some people still hold a grudge about what happened and starting the beacon could have brought some of them instead of me."

A doctor came over to them "We're taking her up to surgery now, whatever she was stabbed with has severed an artery. The surgery shouldn't take too long but she'll have to stay in for a few days while we get some fluids back into her. We've got a room ready for when she comes down, you're welcome to wait for her there if you want." The doctor led them to the room and they sat down to wait.

While I was recovering in hospital Mark became my almost constant companion. We spent almost all the time talking together, finding out how much we had in common. When he wasn't around I was absolutely miserable. I could hear the nurses breath a sigh of relief when Mark came into the hospital. He had been the main reason for me watching the WWF and now that I had actually met him I think I was falling deeply in love with him. I was dreading the day when we would have to part company.

"Because of this." He stepped close and leant down taking my lips in a searing kiss. I never even thought about resisting him. Moaning, I ran my hands over the thickly muscled expanse of his chest as he deepened the kiss. I cupped his face running my fingers over his jaw and neck. Reaching up I loosened his hair, letting it cascade around us. I tunnelled my fingers through the silky strands and held on for dear life.

I looked at the two of them and smiled. I looked at the man who was now crouching on the floor rubbing my softhearted dogs belly. He was nearly as tall as Mark, his hair lighter and curlier. He was watching his wife and best friend a smile of his strong handsome face. I'd never seen him before but he looked familiar. When he stood up and tilted his head on one side I recognised him.

While the two men lugged the bags upstairs Jane and I made lunch. We quickly found that we got on well together. Before long we were chatting and laughing together like long lost sisters. She tried asking questions about what I used to do, seeing me withdrawing she turned the conversation onto a lighter subject, telling me stories about Mark and Glenn on the road.

Later that night I modelled one of my new purchases for Mark a silky black negligee that revealed more than it hid. He went slowly, stripping the negligee off kissing and touching every inch of my body as it was revealed to him breaking through all my inhibitions. I wanted to touch him but he refused saying "Later". He carried on, working his way up and down my body building me up to the point where I was begging him. He positioned himself and eased the tip of his erection inside, groaning when he felt how tight I was. He rocked slowly letting my body become accustomed to his size as he entered inch by slow inch. The feeling was absolutely exquisite but I needed more, I arched my hips and dug my nails in his lower back trying to take more of him in. He took my mouth in a soul-searing kiss and pushed fully into my body, swallowing my small gasp of pain. He lay still waiting for my body to adjust to him. The brief pain of his entry was soon forgotten under the wonderful feelings his body was creating in me. He gasped when he felt my internal muscles working along his length. He started to move slowly building the pace of his strokes up then slowing down when he felt me getting close to the edge. Then started the process all over again. Eventually I got fed up with the torture, wonderful though it was, I raked my nails along his waist and along his back, arching my hips I whispered in his ear "Please Mark I can't take anymore". At my whispered plea he lost control. I screamed out my love for him as we tumbled over the edge together. Mark turned over, keeping our bodies joined together, stroking his hand up and down my back as I came back down to earth, still shaking with aftershocks.

I made breakfast for all of us, after we had eaten ours we took some upstairs for the men. Mark was finishing his when I came out of the bathroom in my new two-piece bathing costume. He was sitting there with the covers pooled around his waist. Looking at that chest I just wanted to crawl back into bed with him. I settled for a kiss, making him refasten the ties on my costume when his quick fingers untied them, and told him our plans for the day. "Why don't you join us?"

With that he leapt out of bed and went into the bathroom. Leaving me to pick my tongue off the floor as I watched his nude body walking across the room. I exited the room before I gave into temptation and joined him under the shower. I bumped into Jane on the way, her face was flushed and she was straitening her obviously recently ruffled hair.

Jane and I were sitting on the edge of the pool talking, our legs dangling in the water, letting the sun warm our bodies. Mark and Glenn came out and started doing laps in the pool. Talking slowed, then stopped as we watched their strong bodies cutting through the water. Time after time they passed us. We just sat there like spectators at a tennis match our heads turning from side to side watching them.

Mark had ducked beneath the water as he spotted me diving in. Glenn hadn't seen me and caught the full impact. He was spluttering away, brushing the water off his face when Jane struck. Suddenly he was pulled off his feet as his ankle was grabbed. He surfaced and looked around for Jane. She was sitting on the edge of the pool, waving something at him.

Jane and Glenn had gone to do a taping for RAW, Mark was in the gym having a quick workout and I was in the kitchen baking a chocolate cake, after Glenn had begged. I was busy whipping together the ingredients for the topping when Mark entered the kitchen. He walked over and stood right behind me, peering over my shoulder at what I was doing. I could feel the heat radiating from his body seeping into my back. His hair still wet from his shower.

"Mmmm. I think it needs something." He took my hand and dipped one of my fingers into the bowl and brought it back to his mouth. I jumped when he sucked my finger into the hot cavern of his mouth and cleaned the mixture off. All I seemed to be able to do was stare at his mouth as he ran his tongue over every part of my finger. He took my finger out of his mouth giving it a last quick flick with his tongue. "Yeah, that was better. See what you think."

He reached into the bowl scooping up a large dollop of mixture onto his finger and brought it up to my mouth. I looked into his eyes and opened my mouth with a groan. His finger entered and I closed my mouth on it sucking gently. The combination of flavours was absolutely exquisite, cream, chocolate, brandy and Mark. Waves of heat rushed through my body from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, then pooling in my abdomen where it throbbed in time with my heartbeat.

When Glenn and Jane got back from the taping we sat down for a late dinner. Mark and Glenn went over the latest storyline that would lead up to Mark's return in a few weeks. We sat in the living room, Mark and I cuddled up on one couch and Glenn and Jane on the other. Glenn, the bottomless pit was munching his way through the cake while the rest of us were having a drink. I'd managed to get a second batch of topping made after threatening to lock Mark out of the kitchen when he started getting that look in his eyes again.

Over the weeks we set up a routine. We travelled to the arenas in the morning, taking Josh with us whenever possible. Jane and I would watch the men going through their routines in preparation for their matches or we worked out ourselves. During the matches we waited backstage watching the monitors or sat in the front row for a closer look at our men in action. At night he showed me what else he could do with that tongue of his. The days spent at home were definitely the best, time to ourselves, no interruptions, just plenty of chocolate topping and loving.

Undertaker and Big Show had a tag match against the Acolytes. Big Show was busy showboating and lost them the match, `Taker berated Big Show then started to exit the ring when Big Show attacked `Taker from behind, just when it seemed that `Taker was going to be destroyed the lights in the arena went off and the pyros signalled the arrival of Kane.

He walked slowly to the ring and stepped over the top rope, he stood there letting everyone guess as to what he was going to do. Help Big Show destroy `Taker? Or help his fallen brother? He walked forward and stood over his brother, tugging on his glove. In a lightning quick move he turned round and started slugging it out with Big Show. He landed some vicious looking punches and kicks then ended it all with a chokeslam. Big Show rolled out of the ring and staggered back up the ramp. Coming to stand with us, he watched the rest of the show on the monitor.

In the ring `Taker staggered to his feet looking shocked that his brother had rescued him. Kane walked over to `Taker, starred at him for a minute then held his hand out. `Taker starred at the hand, possibly remembering a time when he had done the same to Big Show, then took it. As the brothers shook hands then embraced the crowd went wild.

I decided to sit in a nearby park before meeting Jane. Wondering around I found an empty bench and sat down pondering my life. I was pregnant and I was keeping it. As soon as the doctor had suggested having an abortion I knew that there was no way on earth I was giving this baby up. Just a few short months ago I'd never even though that I would meet anyone let alone have a baby. Then I had met Mark. A warm glow spread through my body just thinking about him. The thought of a little version of Mark growing inside me had me grinning like a Cheshire cat. I wondered what he would think. We'd never discussed the future; so far we were just content living one day at a time.

After their matches Mark and Glenn were in a meeting with Vince, discussion upcoming storylines. Jane was waiting for Glenn in his dressing room. I headed for the production truck to watch them recording the matches for Shotgun. The truck was full of monitors showing what the cameramen were seeing. Some were showing the action in the ring and others were pointing out into the crowd getting reaction shots. This was so they had something to cut to when Chyna hit someone between the legs.

Mark and Glenn were crouching behind Jim's car, which luckily for them, was parked in 2J. They had watched and listened to everything that had gone on, feeling frustrated and helpless. They knew that to interfere could have meant the death of one or both of the women. As the car pulled away they climbed into Jim's car and followed at a distance.

At her instruction I pulled up outside an office block. Looking up I could see that it was at least ten stories high. She dragged Jane out of the car, pulling her close, holding the knife firmly against her neck. I could see blood running down Jane's neck where the knife had rubbed against her. I had to get Jane away then I could deal with the woman.

Kicking and punching I forced her back towards the edge of the roof. My right arm was hanging limp and useless at my side. Ducking one of my punches she rammed her fist into the wound, staggering me with the fresh pain that shot through my shoulder. The blow sent me spinning towards the edge. Realising how close I was I turned around and felt a shove to my chest.

The woman stopped laughing as Mark and Glenn started moving in on her, expressions of cold hate and rage on both their faces. She backed up waving the knife around in front of her, trying to ward them off. It didn't even slow their progress. With slow, purposeful, steps and murder in their eyes they closed in on her, backing her towards the edge of the roof.

As I had fallen I had managed to grab onto a small ledge a foot below the edge of the roof. The air had been knocked out of me as I had smacked into the building yet somehow I had managed to hold on. Trying to grab hold with my right hand had proved pointless and painful as my arm was refusing to move. My training had kicked in preventing me from calling out. It wouldn't do to survive this far only to have her finish me off as I dangled here helpless. I heard Jane sobbing, Mark speaking in a low dangerous tone and then the woman screaming at them to stay back. I saw her then, she was backed up against the edge of the roof, right above me her left hand resting on the low wall. Gathering all my strength and doing my best to ignore the pain in my right shoulder I pulled myself up, grabbed her by her left hand and pulled her off the roof.

Mark and Glenn looked at each other then ran to edge and looked over. Cath was there, hanging precariously by one hand from a ledge. The woman was dangling from Cath's right hand, screaming in rage. She brought her right arm up and Cath suddenly cried out in pain, her hand starting to slip from the ledge. Mark reached over and grabbed hold of her arm, supporting the weight of both women.

She was using the knife on my arm, relentlessly jabbing and cutting with the sharp blade. If Mark hadn't grabbed hold of me I would have fallen. I could feel myself blacking out from the pain as she kept raking the knife over my arm. My right arm was already slippery with blood and the more she cut me, the worse it got. She started sliding down unable to get a grip on my arm through all the blood. I couldn't even move to help her, all I could do was watch as she fell from my arm with a scream and tumbled to her death. My body decided that it had had enough and I blacked out.

He held her close rocking her gently in his arms and kissing her face. It terrified him to think how close he had come to losing her. The police and paramedics arrived but they had to work around him. Now he had her back, there was no way he was going to let her go ever again. In the ambulance he sat beside her, holding onto her hand. Her grip tightened on his hand as she stirred.

At the hospital they let Mark stay with me while they cleaned and stitched my wounds. Not that either of us was willing to let go of the other long enough to be parted. I ended up in surgery again where they checked out the deep stab wound on my shoulder. But within an hour I was recovering quickly from the anaesthetic surrounded by my friends and the man I loved. After assuring themselves that I was all right Glenn and Jane left the room leaving Mark and I to spend some time alone. I knew that it wouldn't take long for Jane to recover from her ordeal not with Glenn around to help her forget.

He went slowly, careful not to jar her shoulder. Sweeping the sheet out of the way he gently removed her hospital gown. Kissing her with butterfly soft kisses he worked his way down her face and neck. His fingers busy on her breasts cupping and stroking. His fingers moved down between her thighs as his mouth moved onto her breasts. Her left hand cupped the back of his head while she panted and moaned in delight. His mouth moved between her thighs and his hands moved back up to her breasts. He looked up from his position between her thighs as he flicked his tongue over her lightly. She was biting on her hand to keep from screaming as she climbed closer and closer to the edge. He stroked deep with his tongue, her hips arched off the bed as she came against his lips in a sweet rush. He lapped at her juices until she had nothing left to give, kissing her as she came back down to earth with a happy smile on her face.