It was a hot summers evening the music blaring, the drinks flowed. Looking down over the scene from the steps on the patio a beer in his hand, he thought yes it was good to be alive. The BBQ was going, almost done now, there must have been 20 kids aged 18-21 years old. It was his sons 18th , he had asked his dad to throw a pool party at home, Mark would do anything for his only son. They had lost his mother three years ago a fatal car crash, it had ripped their lives apart, yet brought them closer. His son was going to follow him into wrestling. Mark had trained him well, after all he was "The Undertaker", who better than to train him then the big dog of the yard.

Looking round he saw Glenn his good friend and TV brother, as well as Shawn Michaels better known to all as HBK. Some of the others were due later, from work, they had all watched Marcus grow up, been there when he took his first steps, when he talked all had been as excited as Mark and Joanie, watching the milestones, and supported them both when they lost her. Behind the scenes of WWE was more like family, each knew the other inside out, they had to with the way they worked on the road away from home, and the business they were in, Trust was a big thing with them all, each had the others back.

Where was Marcus, he prayed he wasn't with that rebel bitch he had took to hanging around with lately, bloody harlot she was a fucking gold digger, yeah he hated her with a passion. She had arrived at his son's school two months ago, and they had been together ever since. Mark had met her twice and that's was enough.

"Glenn, yo Glenn you seen Marcus"

"Yeah he was with Chianti " shit fucking Chianti who the hell named their daughter after a bloody drink, an alcoholic that's who, he heard all about her mother and that was another reason he hated her. What person couldn't control their drinking, a waste of space that's who, he didn't know why she just didn't drink herself to death .Maybe he was a bit harsh, but after Joanie's death by a drunk driver, he hated alcoholics with a passion. Marcus could do a lot better than hang around with them. She may be a nice girl, he just didn't see it, he very much judged a book by it's cover.

Marcus cuddled up to Chianti, 18 years old at last, his dad had really done him proud with this party, he knew Chianti didn't want to be here, it just wasn't her scene, she only came because he asked. Pulling her to him he kissed her, she was beautiful inside and out. Her long black hair, piercing blue eyes, and petite frame, she had a heart of gold just like her mum, who had welcomed him into their home and made him feel like one of the family.

Looking into his green eyes he looked a lot like his dad, tall for his age, his muscles he had toned up whilst wrestling with his dad. His hair was auburn, short unlike his dad's, which was long and black. Marcus had told her he had to dye it for his character. He frightened the life out of her, she had met him twice and both times he had looked down his nose at her, she never knew why and maybe would never find out.

"Marcus. Marcus Where are you boy?" shit his dad was on the lookout for him, taking Chianti by the hand they moved from behind the barn. Mark saw them both, yes he was with that little bitch, hell she looked around 15, not 17 as she was.

"The BBQ is ready son, is she staying or going?" his dad frightened her, she had only come because her mum had drummed it into her to face her fears and enjoy life.

"Dad stop it will you Chianti is here all evening, I told you this either accept it or don't bother us"

"Why you invited this bloody gold digger I never know, she's bringing you down son, I mean who the hell calls their daughter after a drink. YOU'RE ALCOHOLIC MOTHER"

"DAD That's enough, will you just drop it, she isn't a damn gold digger, and her mum isn't an alcoholic"

"Yeah right sorry Chianti, stay please drink all you want drown yourself in it like your fucking waste of a mother" Marcus swung for his dad, knocking him down, seeing him on the floor, feeling disgusted with him.

"Dad go cool down, I'm taking Chianti home, when we get back we will talk, I've had enough of this "

Mark watched his son walk off, rubbing his jaw he got up and went back to the party, grabbing a beer, he would make that bitch pay for coming between him and his son, all he was doing was protecting him. His son had a good future in wrestling and no woman was going to stop him.

Allie was shocked to see the two of them back so soon, seeing her daughter in tears she rushed out.

"Darling what's wrong" pulling her tight into her arms she listened to what Marcus said, she had heard enough how dare, someone say that to her beautiful daughter. Going upstairs she changed into her leather pants high heels and cropped top, her usual attire. Luckily her long black hair only needed brushing, taking up her keys she asked Marcus to look after Chianti.

"Allie where you going?"

"To see that bastard you call a dad, I'm sorry Marcus but he was gone too far"

"Wait I will come with you" This he had to see, if anyone could sort his dad out it was Allie

Arriving at the ranch, she parked up pissed as hell, who did he think he was, Chianti had been through hell in her life already she didn't need that obnoxious prick bringing her down. Who the hell was Mark Calaway anyway from what Marcus said a washed up old wrestler, who had had his day. Looking around she saw a large man almost 7 ft tall, tight black jeans, sleeveless vest which showed off his tattoo, hell that boy had them all down his arms, must enjoy the pain. His whole physic scream try me, and wow he had a braid she wouldn't mind tugging on that. As he turned around she noticed his face was older than she thought, maybe getting onto 50, so what the hell was he doing with dyed black, oh shit that was his dad. That man was Marcus's dad, no damn wonder Chianti was scared of him, luckily she had dealt with his kind before all mouth and no fucking action.

Mark had noticed the woman the minute she came into his line of vision, his body's immediate response was hell let's fuck that. She was gorgeous, Black hair down to her waist, a cute ass from what he could see, leather pants and heels, hell that was a turn on to any guy. Her top was cropped showing of a trim belly, which allowed his eyes to wonder up to fuck me were they real. No woman that small would be blessed with something that big, he would love to play with those puppies. She was walking his way too, maybe his luck would change and he'd get a fuck in, after all it been years. No one had made his body react like this, not since Joanie was alive.

Allie noticed a large pitcher of cold beer near him, good she needed something to get this idiot's attention. Smiling at him she moved closer, Mark was speechless her whole smile lit up her face she was drop dead gorgeous, he was so going to pound her tonight, his dick got harder.

"Well hello there darlin? What can I do for you?"

"Hi I am looking for a Mr Calaway is that you" she batted her eyes reeling him in for the kill.

"Sure is darlin are you one of Marcus's friends, I hope you're not as I would love to fuck you" she ached to kick this dick in the balls, but that wouldn't be humiliating enough.

"Well I'm sure that could be arrange, you sure are big, would you mind sitting down as I can't keep looking up at you, strains my neck" Mark thought that was cute and sat down next to Glenn smirking, oh he had this little girl in the palm of his hand, she couldn't be more than 22/23. Turning back to her, he suddenly found himself soaking wet, what the fuck

"LISTEN YOU OBNIOXOUS BASTARD YOU EVER UPSET MY DAUGHTER AGAIN I WILL CUT YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF"

"Mum!" Chianti had just ran to her with Marcus on her tail, neither could believe she had done that.

"Dad No!" too late Marcus could see the rage on Mark's face he was going to kill her. As he got up, his knee went from under him, he went down hard, fuck that hurt. The little bitch had kicked him,

"Carry on you fucking bastard and I will get the balls next" Mark was in too much pain, he was shocked that something so small could bring him down, and more shocked that he wanted to fuck Chianti's mum through the god damn floor. Feeling her grab his hair hard almost ripping it from it's roots, she went nose to nose with him, snarling in his face

"DID YOUR MOTHER NEVER TEACH YOU ANY DAMN MANNERS, OR HOW TO RESPECT A LADY"

"HONEY YOUR DAUGHTER AIN'T NO LADY AND NEITHER ARE YOU GO DRNK YOURSELF TO DEATH"

Mark never knew what hit him, didn't see the fist that came straight for his face, all he felt was falling and blackness.

Allie felt better walking to her car, after punching his lights out, stupid prick, she hated using her boxing talent, but this time she thought it was justified. Going back to her car, she took her now laughing daughter with her.

"Mum that was just priceless , god I love you so much" hugging her they both laughed at the state they had left Mark in.

"Allie get going fast when dad comes around he's going to be pissed, I would rather he didn't take his anger out on you"

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE" so the man was back up and roaring, fucking let him he was all mouth and no damn action just like the rest of them, she started her car, driving away, she saw a very pissed off Mark in her rear view mirror. This was the beginning of something , she just knew it, he would retaliate but how. Forgetting about him she took Chianti and herself out, enjoying the wonderful sunny weather.

"WHERE DO THEY LIVE MARCUS, TELL ME NOW BOY, I'M GONNA RIP HER A NEW ASS"

"Nope dad when you calm down, maybe I will let you know, it was bang out of order how you spoke to my girlfriend and you damn well deserved what you got"

Watching his son go back to the party he knew they would both pay for coming between him and his son.