A/N:: Disclaimer- I do not own The Undertaker and Michelle McCool.
So, NO, you can't sue me.
I just own the plot and MY character(s).
Therefore, enjoy the story.
Chapter 1:
13 years ago
"Mark!" Caroline yelled as she ran down the steps. "I am talking to you. Don't you dare turn your back on me!" Caroline and Mark were arguing for the 5th time this month. The worse thing is, neither one knew what the hell they were arguing about. "Caroline, I am done with you! You need to chill," he said opening the door. "Mark, where do you think your going!" "I'm taking a walk! What, you think I'm going to go fuck a girl?" "You might!" she snapped. Mark shook his head and stormed out.
He took a walk to the park. He sat down on a bench and sighed heavily. Caroline thought he was cheating on her-which he wasn't. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. Yes, some days he'll come home late from work. Sometimes he'll forget about their dates. That was only because he was trying to do what's best for her and their 5-year old daughter, Raven. He worked extra hours to provide them. He had to make sure he did what was best for his little girl. Caroline just didn't understand that. She assumed he was cheating on her with his boss, Michelle. Sure, Michelle and him flirted. It was nothing serious and nothing more.
After an hour of thinking, Mark decided to go back home. When he walked inside, he found all of Caroline's and Raven's bags pack. "Caroline! What the fuck is going on here?" he yelled. Caroline came down the stairs in tears. "Mark, I'm leaving you. I-I can't take the fighting, the arguing. I can't do it." "What do you expect? All marriages fight and argue! All marriages make up!" "No, Mark, lately you've been distant. I don't know what it is, but I can't go through with it anymore!" "Caroline, what's the real problem here? Why do you want to end our marriage?" he asked calmly. She took a deep breath. "Mark, I found someone else. It's just not right for us to be together. I'm sorry," she whispered. "You mean-You fucking cheated on me? Then you accuse me of cheating! You know what Caroline? Go to hell!" Caroline gasped and tried to hold back her tears. She then decided to let the tears flow. "Raven!" She yelled up the steps. "Come on, we're leaving!"
Raven walked down the stairs in tears. She ran up to her dad and hugged him tightly. "I don't want to leave, daddy," she whispered. Mark felt an aching feeling in his heart. He didn't want his little girl to go. He cried along with her. Caroline stormed over towards the two and snatched Raven off of Mark. Raven began to scream and kick. "I want my daddy! I want my daddy!" Just then, a tall, muscular man walked in. Mark assumed it was Caroline's boyfriend. He gave Mark an evil glare. Mark clenched his jaw. "Baby, what do you want me to do?" he asked. "Take this little brat to the car!" she said, throwing Raven(literally)towards him. He grabbed Caroline and put her on his shoulders. Raven began to kick and scream even more. "Daddy! Help me!" Before Mark could get to her, five guys rushed into the house and tackled him. Caroline and some of the guys grabbed the bags and left. Mark was coughing up blood. His vision began to fade. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he was knocked unconscious.
Present
Mark was waking up to the smell of bacon and other smells. He smiled warmly and got out of bed. He walked down into the kitchen and saw a beautiful sight. Michelle was wearing his shirt, cooking breakfast. She smiled at Mark. "Good morning, baby," he said, kissing her on her cheek. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" she smirked. "Wonderful." "You were like an animal last night!" she blushed. "Well, I had to teach you a lesson about talking too much," he said. "Mmm, well, go freshen up. Breakfast is almost ready," she said, hitting him on the butt.
Mark went upstairs to freshen up and came back down several minutes later. They sat down, said grace and began to eat. "Baby, this is so delicious," he moaned as he took a bite out of the chocolate chip waffles. "Glad you like it." The doorbell rang. Mark and Michelle both attempted to stand up. "Sit down and eat, Mark. I'll get the door," she said. "You sure?" "Positive." She stood up and walked to the door. Several seconds later, she yelled for Mark to come to the door.
Mark walked over and saw a girl standing there. She was kind of tall, maybe 5'6. She had jet black, long hair. Her eyes were green. She wore an black long sleeve shirt. The sleeves was rolled up. She wore baggy cargo's and black sneakers. Her left eyebrow was pierced. Mark thought she looked familiar. She looked like a mixture of him and Caroline. "Raven?" "Yeah, Mark, it's me," she said. "Please, come in," Michelle said, stepping aside. Mark stood there, his mouth slightly opened. He couldn't believe after 13 years, Raven was here. It's funny how she knew he was still staying in the same place. "Have a seat," he said. Raven sat down. "Raven, how'd you know I was still here?" "I dunno. I just-guessed." "Raven, is that a tongue ring? What the hell has happened to you?" "These years has been rough, Mark." Mark was silent. "So, who's the chick? Is that your girl?" "She's my wife. Raven, why are you here?" "Do you not want me here? Is that it?" "I'm just asking," he said, shaking his head. "I've missed you Mark. You don't know how much I hated it at that fucking hell hole!" "So, what made you come here now?" "Mark, Caroline is dead."
