A/N: Another pre-2005 fic.

1

"Take it off." The Undertaker commanded from his perch against the wall, his eyes staring at the woman in front of him.

She shook her head defiantly. "No!"

His lips drew back over his teeth in a snarl. "Ember, take it off."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Just because Kane's not here doesn't mean you can do this to me." she spat angrily.

He quickly moved over to her. In one sudden movement, he had sent her sprawling to the floor with a slap to the face.

Ember could be heard crying as the scene faded to black.

Cass looked up from her place on the floor with a pissed off expression on her face. "You didn't have to hit me that hard."

Mark just watched her as she stood up.

"That's a wrap." came the director's voice. "Vince will love it. We'll show it tomorrow night after Kane is sent to the hospital. Cass, remember to wear that outfit again."

"Sure thing." Cass smiled when Glenn appeared in the room. "Hey baby." she greeted, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Glenn planted a kiss on the top of her head. "Sorry I missed the take. How'd it go?"

"Creepy over there nearly knocked the wind out of me." she muttered.

Glenn glanced over at Mark, his eyes narrowing.

Sensing he was about to say something, Cass said, "Let's go. I'm starving."

"But Cass..."

She put a hand over his mouth. "It's not worth it."

Glenn nodded, eyes shooting daggers.

They were both quiet on the ride back to the hotel, reflecting on the new storyline.

The tag team of Undertaker and Kane was being set up to split. Undertaker was to have an interest in Kane's girlfriend, Ember, which broke the brothers apart. Undertaker would pursue her for awhile until Kane took him out, setting Mark up for some time off while giving Glenn a push.

This was a good thing because Glenn and Mark quite frankly, loathed each other. There wasn't a solid reason why, they just did. Glenn was out-going, friendly, the kind of guy you could talk to and have a good time with. Mark however, wasn't. He was well respected but he hadn't developed friendships with anyone backstage, preferring solitude. He was more the dark, morbid, type, much like his on-screen persona.

Cass looked over at Glenn, reaching out to take his hand. "I love you baby."

He raised her hand to his mouth, kissing it. "I love you too Cass."

***

Mark drove to the hotel on his Harley, thinking about the new storyline as well. He knew Glenn wasn't pleased at the fact that Mark and Cass would be doing some intimate sketches together but it didn't bother him any. If anything, Mark found himself attracted to her. His thoughts shifted onto Cass.

She was a lovely young woman with shoulder length black hair, pale skin, and gray eyes that showcased her feelings for all to see. She was quick to temper sometimes, and just as quick with her sharp tongue. A woman of passion.

Mark smiled evilly to himself. A woman with that kind of passion would most definitely be interesting in bed. "Guess I'll just have to find out." he thought darkly.

***

"You two make me sick!" Dwayne yelled out as Glenn and Cass walked into the arena the next night for a live taping of Raw. Or more specifically, Glenn walked. Cass was riding piggyback.

Glenn smiled impishly. "What can I say? I like having her legs wrapped around my waist."

Cass gasped, flushing red. "Glenn Jacobs!" She tugged on his ponytail.

Dwayne chuckled. "Man, better be careful or she might do something drastic."

"Yeah... Like hold out on me." Glenn agreed.

Cass slid down his back, pinching his butt. "Just for that you can take cold showers from now on."

Dwayne sniggered as Glenn groaned.

Cass led the way to their locker room with a smirk on her face. As soon as the door shut behind them, Glenn pounced on her, pinning her to the wall.

"You damn caveman!" she exclaimed as his hands went up the front of her shirt. "You're mauling me!"

Glenn smiled and grunted. "Ugh. Me want sex. Ugh."

Cass rolled her eyes. "You freak."

He was bout to make a retort but there was a sharp knock on the door. Mark stepped in, his cool green eyes taking in the scene. "Board wants to see you Glenn." he said calmly.

Glenn stepped away from Cass reluctantly. "What bout?"

Mark shrugged.

"Hold those thoughts babe." Glenn whispered, bending to kiss Cass lightly on the lips.

She smiled up at him. "Sure will."

He started walking out of the room, pausing before Mark. "You coming?"

"No, I thought I'd talk to Cass about what we're going to do tonight after the match."

Glenn looked back at Cass.

She rolled her eyes and gestured him to go on.

Mark waited until Glenn was around the corner then shut the door. He slowly moved towards her, a predatory gleam in his eye.

Cass stood her ground, her eyebrows rising when he came to a stop directly in front of her. "You're invading my bubble." she informed him.

A sly smile spread across his sensual lips. "Bubble?"

Cass narrowed her eyes. "Look Callaway, we don't need to talk and sure as hell not with the door shut. Kane'll get rushed to the hospital, you'll drag me backstage, then we'll both go home and let them air that take we did last night."

Mark was backing her into the wall, slowly but surely. Cass didn't seem to be aware that she was stepping away from him. When her back came in contact with the wall, her eyes widened. Mark placed a hand on either side of her head.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, pushing her hands against his chest, trying to budge him.

"I'm not doing anything."

"Like hell! Get away from me!"

Mark moved his hands down so they were resting on her shoulders. "Now Cass, that isn't any way to treat a man."

She looked up at him in disbelief. "You really are crazy Callaway. You know that?"

"To an extreme." he agreed, his lips descending on hers.

Cass fought him, trying to shove him away. He forced her lips open, darting his tongue inside her mouth. His tongue tickled hers, making her moan in the back of her throat, whether she wanted too or not.

Cass weakly tried to push him back from her, fighting the urges he was provoking in her. His hands ran down her arms, over her chest, cupping her firm breasts through the white tank top she wore. She yielded to him, though much against her will, arching to his touch.

Mark chuckled in his mind. "Victory." he thought, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Triumph flushed through him when her body sagged against his.

Cass' mind was racing. "You can't do this!" it screamed at her. "Glenn will be back soon. What is he going to think when he sees you kissing Callaway? Glenn!"

Cass shoved Mark back. "I can't!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

Mark moved towards her again. "Yes, you can."

"No! Glenn is going to be back any second. You have to go."

His eyes darkened at the mention of Glenn. "See you later Cass."