I don't own any WWE wrestlers or figures utilized in this story. This is all from the mind of a brilliant scientist.

Faced with his past, Mark the Undertaker Calaway is forced to raised his seven year old love child. How will this introverted and sensitive young boy change the life of his father and the woman of his dreams?

Mark Calway sat down on the bench in his locker room and buried his face into his hands. How could this have happened, he thought. Mark glanced up at his wife in disbelief. She wanted a divorce. He couldn't believe it, he thought that this would be the one...that marriage that lasted him into eternity. He sighed again...he'd been wrong.

"Mark, it's not that we didn't try," she said calmly "It's just," she paused, "I just can't deal with the uncertainty." Mark shook his head still in disbelief. He stood up and closed the space between them.

"We can fix this, we can." Sara looked up at the man she once loved and shook her head.

"No we can't," she said stepping away. Mark felt his heart be drawn from his chest. "I don't want to deal with this, with you anymore." Mark grunted and then cursed.

"What did I do?" Sara shook her head. "What? Was it that bad that you'd never want to see me again?" Sara took a deep breath.

"You cheated on me, Mark." Mark looked at the woman pointedly. "A lot." Mark shook his head.

"No Sara."

"Yes, Mark," she said with tears in her eyes. "Please don't lie, I know it's true." Mark grunted. It was true, but it had never been intentional, just an urge a woman, and then well...he sighed and looked up at the woman before him.

"One more chance, please." Sara took a deep breath and shook her head. "I'm beggin, ya." Sara grunted and crossed her arms.

"No Mark, I've given you too many chances." Mark felt his rope get shorter and shorter.

"Please, I don't want to lose you," he said pleading, "or the girls, please." Sara shut her eyes, as if she was thinking. Mark's hope soared, maybe she'd trust him, just this one last time. If she did, he swore he'd make it different. Mark grunted as he heard a knock on the door. He shook glanced at Sara who shrugged. Mark angrily threw the door open revealing a man in a suite and a little read headed boy staring at the floor.

"Mark Calaway?" Mark looked at the man in the suite.

"Yeah?"

"Are you Mark Calaway?" Mark rolled his eyes.

"Yes, what do you want?" The man nodded and handed a clip board to Mark.

"This is your son, Jeremy Lance Hele." Mark's head snapped between the young red headed boy and the suite.

"What?" Mark shook his head demonstratively and walked around. "This can't be right." The man in the suite shook his head. He stepped past Mark and into the dressing room.

"I thought this would be better done in private." He straightened out his tie. "Mr. Calaway this is your son, your listed as the father on his birth certificate." Mark shook his head.

"This can't be true." The suite shrugged.

"It is, sir. Jeremy's mother Sandra Jones used to work for the Mills Tavern just on the outskirts of Houston." Mark sighed and closed his eyes tight. "Ah, I see you remember her." The man cleared his throat as Mark's gaze hardened on him. He stepped back. "Well sir, she uh passed away during childbirth and gave the boy up for adoption." Mark was confused. "The problem is sir, young Jeremy was adopted by a family of well questionable trades. Last week, we found the boy living in the barn off stale potato chips and the lake water." Mark shook his head and closed his eyes, this day was just getting worse and worse. First Sara's bombshell, and now this? He sighed. Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and looked at the boy. He grunted, the kid had his eyes, and his hair color, and his height. With trembling hands Mark asked one final question.

"How old is he?" The suite smiled.

"Seven." Mark heard Sara snort. He turned to look at her. She'd already grabbed her purse and her keys and was heading out the door.

"To think I thought you had changed," she said. Mark grabbed her arm.

"Sara, please." She shook her head with tears in her eyes.

"We just had our nine year anniversary as a couple," she said. Mark felt the tears in his eyes. She moved to leave again.

"Please?" he rasped out. Sara simply shook her head.

"I won't keep the girls from you." Mark winced as the door slammed shut. He turned to the man in the suite.

"So..." he said obviously distracted. The man smiled.

"Just sign the papers and he's yours." Mark grunted and did so. The suite man left leaving Mark and Jeremy alone. Mark stood at the tall auburn haired seven year old. He smiled, the kid did look like him. Mark shook his head and began to fidget. What should he say to the kid? He took a deep breath and stuck his hand out to the kid.

"My name is Mark," he sighed, "and I guess I'm your dad." The little boy clutched the small youth sized guitar on his shoulder and never took his gaze off of the ground. "So Jeremy is it?" The little boy gulped.

"Lance," Mark could barely hear him his voice was so small.

"I didn't quite hear you."

"My name is Lance." Mark sighed, this was his son, and he didn't even know his name. Some father he was.