Ch.1 Unexpected Meetings..
I should've known this was a stupid idea. A family vacation, a bonding experience, my ex claimed when he'd asked me on this trip. I fought not to roll my eyes. Now maybe I should explain a few things. My ex and I separated and divorced before our youngest son, who is now 3, was born. He was an abusive asshole with an easy to trigger temper. We have not been on civil grounds for about as long as our eldest son, whose 4, has been alive. This trip was actually proposed by his new fiancée, who has three kids of her own from a prior relationship. Add to that his girlfriend before me, who has his now six year old son. Plus her new husband and their baby daughter. So seven kids, and five adults, in a seven bedroom, three bathroom semi private bungalow. All in all a nice idea in theory just not in practice. Especially when Trisha and I don't get along. From the moment we got here she did nothing but complain about what I was wearing. Which brings me to the next bit of explaining I have to do. I was wearing a black tank top with a picture of my favorite wrestler, The Undertaker on it. It was a present from a friend for a birthday past. Incidentally this friend was the one to get me into wrestling in the first place. Trisha was disapproving loudly as we walked along the boardwalk. The vacation location was Disneyworld, but at the moment we were at the beach, resting after a day of traveling. The kids had just had dinner, and we watched as they played in the sand and the older ones ventured to the waters edge to put their toes in the ocean. Her complaining was earning her attention from a group a small ways away.
"Shut up already. I don't care if you don't like it. You can dislike the Undertaker all you want, but I like him so leave him alone." I looked up preparing to say more when the guy in the other group caught my eye. He was looking at me, and though he was sitting I noticed the cords of muscles along his tattooed arms. His long dark hair was tied off his face in a ponytail. A red bandana was tied across his forehead. What caught me most was the deep green of his eyes, it clicked the second he stood who he was. Of all the luck it was the Undertaker himself.
"Trisha, shut the fuck up." I rounded on her, in an effort to cover the fact he was heading this way. Cover my shock more like it. In rounding on her, I'd turned my back to him. She must have noticed him over my shoulder, cause I watched her glance at the face on my top, and at the man behind me several times. Her mouth closed with an audible snap.
"Ladies." he said. Damn it, his voice was every bit as sensual in real life as on the television. I could listen to him forever, that was the effect he had on me. Oh please don't let me do anything stupid, I prayed as I turned around to face him.
"Problem here?" he asked, I wanted to vanish.
"No, Taker. Not at all." I settled for his ring name, cause though I knew what his real name was, I wasn't going to use it till he said I could. He just smirked like he knew what I'd been thinking.
"Name's Mark." he answered, the soft accent in his voice more pronounced the more he spoke.
"Annalyse." I said, reaching to shake the hand he'd extended. His grip was firm but measured. Like he was keeping his strength in check. If I had to guess I'd say he was. He grinned then and I had to pull my hand away to keep him from noticing how he affected me.
"Who's the gaping fish?"
"Oh I'm sorry, this is Trisha." I felt silly, stop it I told myself. Act like a fucking grown-up for fucks sake.
"Does she speak?" he asked, leaning down slightly. I turned to look at her. Her face was beet red, at least she'd closed her mouth. I snorted.
"Can't shut her up most of the time." I returned to looking up at him. You know he's tall when you see him on TV. But standing in front of him is a bit intimidating.
"I'm sorry." I said, though I felt stupid. But I just had to ensure she hadn't unintentionally offended him. He laughed, a full rich sound that probably isn't what you'd expect him to sound like at all.
"Don't be, it takes a great deal to offend me." he said once he'd stopped laughing. Of course as soon as he did, I wanted to hear more. Damn repressed libido, I cursed my body's apparent lack of restraint. He's married, I chanted to myself.
"Good. I think." I had the urge to giggle.
"Annalyse, what's going on?" my ex, Michael finally made his presence known.
"Your fiancée was a little too loud in vocalizing her dislike of a certain wrestler. As luck would have it, said wrestler heard her." I explained all the while stealing glances at Mark to gauge his reaction to what I'd said.
"Oh." was all Michael said. I said a silent prayer of thanks to whichever deity had stolen his tongue.
"I'm the Undertaker, but you can call me Mark." was all he said, and I watched the color drain out of Michael's face.
"Oh shit. You're the Undertaker." he managed not to stutter.
"Yup that would be me." the taller man grinned good naturedly.
"Are we ready to go, the kids need to get to bed soon." I turned my attention back to my ex. Trisha had taken the first chance to slip away.. Bitch, I thought sourly.
A.N. Standard disclaimer I do not own or know the Undertaker, or his family. Or anything WWE related for that matter. Practice not profit is my motto so hope you like..