Disclaimer: These characters are not mine, I am only playing..

Author's Note: Normally I don't like writing two stories at once, but my other story His Shadow, well I've come to a stand still. My muse has left me for this story. After reading several stories with the Undertaker, I wanted to see him with Ashley(my OC). She'll be a little different in this one, but still the same sweet girl she is. I hope you all enjoy this story. I'm still getting use to the wrestling road once again, so please be gentle. Read and review please.. let me know if I should continue or let it go..

Author's Note 2: The Undertaker is kind of an ass... he's dark, strong, silent, and brooding. I am changing the past a little bit in this story. It's 2012 and they just wrapped up Wrestlemania where Undertaker's opponent was not HBK. Also he has only been married once and has no children. It's for the story... Enjoy!

Chapter One
An Evening With The Undertaker

"Great match, Dead Man."

"Epic, Taker! Just epic!"

"Congrats on the win, man."

"Once again, undefeated! Awesome!"

I nodded to each man and woman that walked by and gave me their congratulations. To be honest, I was shocked that I had won. For the past eighteen years, I had won every Wrestlemania main event and almost every time there was a championship belt involved. However this time there was no belt, just a cocky asshole that needed to be taken down a few pegs. However I was forty-seven years old and I was starting to feel it in every move that I made so I was even surprised that I won.

"Nice win, Mark!" Eve said as she passed by me with a huge smile on her face. I once again nodded my head and kept walking. I just wanted to get to my locker room, take a shower, change clothes, then head to my hotel room so I can crash for at least eight hours. Twelve hours would be better, but having to plane to catch at nine in the morning will send that fantasy to a screaming halt.

"Wanna grab a beer?" One of my best friends and co-workers asked as he joined my side.

I shook my head. "No."

"You sure. You know the ring rats will be all over ya." Glenn Jacobs A.K.A Kane replied.

I let out a sigh. Sleep or sex? There was a time when I never had to think about that small decision. Sex would have come first each and every time and it was always easy finding a woman. Being six foot ten and muscular attracted the women like flies to honey. My long red locks and bright green eyes were also a plus in every woman's eyes. A nice cold beer and willing woman sounded nice, but damn I really wanted to sleep. Sex than sleep? A fast round of some hot fucking would do me good and probably knock my old ass out.

"Give me fifteen."

Glenn nodded, told me where to go and walked off as I entered my locker room. I shed my gear, grabbed a towel, and headed into the bathroom; shutting the door behind me. Bracing my hands against the shower wall, I lean over and let the water flow over my head and down my back.

Forty-seven years old and still in this damn business. I wanted to retire and everything in my head and body told me to leave now with a big win, but my heart wanted to stay. Wrestling was my life and right now, sad to admit, but wrestling was all I had. I tried married life and hated it. Then again, my ex-wife was a cheating, money hungry, crazy bitch. All she wanted was money and I had lots of that. She liked having sex with me and a lot of other men too. That was the problem. She could never keep her legs closed while I was on the road and since I was on the road a lot, she was sleeping with a lot of men. I'm a selfish bastard and I don't share my woman with any man so I kicked her screaming, nagging ass to the curb. She tried to take my ass to the cleaners, but I was smart and hired a private investigator before I confronted her and he got plenty of evidence of her cheating. The judge said I didn't have to pay a thing, but I do send her alimony. After all she was my wife for almost ten years.

Stepping out of the shower, I dried off and donned a pair of black jeans and a tight dark green t-shirt that stretched tight across my bulging muscles. Throwing the towel across the rack, I walked out of the bathroom to find my gear gone. At least my assistant knew what the hell he was doing and he did it without me seeing him because sometimes making small talk was a pain in the ass.

After slipping into a pair of tennis shoes, brushing and pulling back my rapidly growing hair, grabbing my wallet, cell phone, and keys, I head to the parking lot. The arena was still alive with fans and ring rats, but the back of the building where we parked was almost completely empty. I climbed into my huge black rented Ford F-250 and head towards the bar that Glenn mentioned. The place looked packed and I mentally groaned. Well, I agreed to go so it's my own damn fault. A night of doing nothing but drinking beer and relaxing was now out of the window. Signing autographs and chatting with fans was now going to be my night.

Bad to the Bone was playing on the jukebox as I stepped in the loud and smoke filled room. Gazing across the room I spotted Glenn and a few other guys sitting in one of the corners. Several pitchers of beer are scattered across the table with several baskets of peanuts.

After signing a few autographs, I sat down and Glenn sloshes a mug full of beer my way and I take a long drink. Slamming the mug back on the table, I let out a sigh of rightness. There's nothing better than ice cold beer. Well, maybe a hot willing woman, but all in due time. I down my mug and refill the glass to the rim. I sit back and watch the women. Blond or brunette? Tall or short? I didn't care about their size or quite honestly their age. As long as they're of age and willing, any woman is fine by me and tonight I had plenty of choices.

Spotting a tall bleach blond with large breasts and long legs wearing a tight red dress, I stood to my full height and walked her way. I noticed her because she was giving me that look. A look that I had seen many times and it had never let me down before. I hoped it didn't tonight. I nodded and sat down in the stool beside her.

"You're the Undertaker, right?" She asked. I nodded. "You're a great wrestler. I love watching you." She stressed out the word love and my lips twitch. Not one to ever beat around the bush, I got straight to the point.

"My hotel is right down the road."

Her smile cut me off. "I'm all for it."

"Let's go." I threw a couple twenty dollar bills on Glenn's table and left with the tall blond by my side.

"Oh God, that was fucking awesome." The blond I now know as Kiki replied as she collapsed on her stomach. I flopped on my back and tried to get my breathing back to a normal level. We had been going at for the past hour; trying several positions before we both find our climaxes. She came to a screaming end while I just quietly emptied my seed into the condom. It felt good but it was lacking something. I didn't know what it was lacking, but it was. For one, she has the mouth of a sailor and even then she puts them to shame. She said fuck more times in the short time we've been together than I've said my whole life or at least it seemed that way. For another thing, she was a pro. Such a pro that my mind wanted to give her some money before she left and I still wasn't sure. Damn, I'm getting old if getting laid only brings on depression and regrets.

"Thanks for fucking-fantastic sex. It was fucking awesome." She kissed my cheek before getting up to get dressed. I was pretty sure that red dress had seen more floors than my boots and I hated that my floor was one of them. Thank God for condoms.

I watched as she grabbed a pen from the nightstand and jotted down her number on a match book. She laid it next to my phone and blew me a kiss. "Next time you're in town, give me a call and I'll rock your fucking world." She called out before grabbing her purse, blowing one last kiss, and walking out my hotel room door. Fat chance. I wasn't that desperate that I could call for a second round.

I wanted to sleep, but my skin was crawling. I shook my head and climbed out of the bed and turned the hot water on. Giving my tall form a good cleansing, I was out within minutes, dried off, and back in the king size bed. Knowing we had a meeting in the morning in San Antonio and I had a flight to San Antonio at nine, I closed my eyes and prayed for sleep.

Damn it. I'm late. Jumping out bed and ignoring my body's screaming in protest, I threw on another pair of jeans in black and a tight black t-shirt. I pulled my hair back into a short ponytail and slipped a do-rag over my head. Stepping into the same pair of tennis shoes from last night, I packed my bags in a quick fashion and headed out the door.

I arrived at the airport with minutes to spare only after I checked in my rental. Trying to keep my head down, I went through security thankfully without being noticed and made it to my gate before my plane took off. I wasn't so lucky on the plane and ended up signing autographs throughout the entire flight. Apparently the plane was jammed back. I'm pretty sure they had people in the cargo area and the cock pit too. We landed in San Antonio and I checked out my rental truck. This one a Toyota Tundra in pewter. I wasn't fond of anything but black but the colorful truck would be fine for now.

The arena was quiet as I entered, but I wasn't worried nor did I care if I was late. I was normally always on time so one time being late wasn't going to kill anyone. I dropped my bags off at my assigned locker room and headed towards the ring where I knew everyone was. The place was filled with wrestlers, divas, stage crew, and technicians. I made my way towards Glenn and leaned back against the ring.

"What the hell is this meeting about?"

I shrugged. "Probably the same shit as always. More story lines, new assignments, more complaints, etc."

"I heard Vince hired a new girl."

I turned to look at Rey Mysterio. "For what?" Glenn asked beside me.

He shrugged. "No one knows, but the divas are mad. They don't want any more competition."

"Thirteen divas-give or take a few-is a lot of competition for one belt." Brodus Clay joined the conversation.

"I heard this girl is too ugly to be a diva." Dolph Ziggler said with a sneer.

I turned away from the conversation and watched as Vince and Linda McMahon entered the arena. I could barely make out a small form behind them and the problem wasn't my vision. I had perfect vision. It was the girl. Vince was over six foot and Linda was over five foot five inches and I couldn't see the small form as she was behind them.

"Let's get this meeting started by offering Taker congratulations on his recent and another Wrestlemania win."

Everyone looked in my direction and I gave a silent nod. Everyone knows that I don't talk or smile; I just nod. My presence was enough for me. My presence made it where I didn't have to talk much and I didn't care for smiling. Only my true friends saw me smile and even that was rare.

"I know you're all wondering where the story line is headed well I thought it over and I have a brilliant idea."

Oh this has got to be good. Vince has always got some 'brilliant' ideas and the problem was that usually they weren't.

Vince focused on CM Punk and I groaned inwardly. This wasn't going to be good. CM Punk was an ass and not many people liked him. I know I didn't. As Vince started to explain the next and upcoming story line which I was heavily involved in, I wanted to refuse. It was a lot of work and a lot of money, but I didn't care. I hated working with Punk whether it was directly or indirectly. Until this storyline was over, my life was going to be hell.

He talked about a few more things before finally getting to what everyone was buzzing about. "I'm sure you all heard about the new hire, well here she is."

The small form stepped forward and I heard several voices rise in the crowd. I couldn't tell exactly how tall she was, but it couldn't be more than five and a half feet tall. I couldn't tell much about her figure since she was wearing an over sized hoodie sweatshirt and yoga pants. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she looked to be about ten years old. What in the hell could this girl do in the WWE?

"Everyone meet Ashley, our new ring-side photographer."

What? Has he lost his mind? She's too small to be anywhere near the ring. What the fuck is he thinking?

"Ashley comes to us only after I dragged her from her previous job. She has a knack for getting the best shots and in between shows, she'll be getting some professional shots of all you guys."

"What did she use to take pictures of? Kids?" The sarcastic filled question rang through the large arena and bounced off the walls.

"She use to shoot wildlife."

Yep, he's lost his mind.