Disclaimer: I do not own anything or having anything to do with the WWE or with the wrestlers mentioned in this fanfiction. I only wrote this for pure enjoyment of the sport and of its entertainers
Note: The Version of The Undertaker in this story is during his American Badass days.
Chapter One
Arriving to Mickey's Bar, Emma parked her 1999 Red Pontiac Grand Prix GT in a slot near the front door. She turned the key over in the slot, and pulled it out with her right hand.
"It is time to party!" Ashley said, loudly. She stepped out of the backseat of the car, wearing a black tube mini dress and high heels. She ran her fingers through her blonde and black streaked hair before her eyes looked back towards the car. "Come on, you slow pokes!"
She opened up the driver side door of her car, and stepped out of the vehicle. Looking over, Emma noticed her two other friends, Candy and Jessica walking over to the front door in their short mini dresses and high heels. She looked down at the denim jacket that covered the white spaghetti strap dress that covered her down to her calves. Perhaps I am wearing the wrong thing. All of my friends are wearing scantily clad clothes while I am pretty covered up. Lifting her head, Emma noticed one of her friends motioning her to come on in. She took in a breath and made her way across the parking lot with the strap of her denim purse on her right shoulder. Her body stepped over the threshold of the bar, and came to an abrupt stop. Looking around, Emma quickly realized that the bar was a motorcycle bar. "Candy," Emma said, looking to her, "this is not the place for us to be."
"What are you talking about, Emma?" Candy replied. She spoke in a coy, playful tone. "This is a great place for us to party tonight."
"This is a motorcycle bar, Candy!" Emma tried to keep her voice not above a whisper despite her screaming at her. She looked at her with pure fear mixing with frustration. "This is the wrong kind of bar for us to be in tonight. We need to go now."
"Give it a few minutes, and I am sure that you will like it, Emma."
Opening her mouth, Emma watched her friend saunter off in a direction. I should have known! When they told me that they want to surprise me with where we are going, I should have known that I would end up in a place like this! A heated breath escaped her mouth from realizing that she was taken to a place that was a breeding ground for danger and trouble. She looked towards the bar, and found an empty bar stool. She noticed her mouth to feel a bitch parched. Her curvy frame moved among the crowded people in the bar, and sat down upon the bar stool.
"What can I get for you tonight?"
She lifted her head at the sound of a deep voice speaking directly to her. Her eyes fell upon the form of a very tall man with his hair tied back in a pony tail, looking down at her with emerald-green eyes. Holy shit! This guy is a total hottie! He is nothing like the other bartenders that I have seen around these parts before! Emma took a moment to gather her thoughts together before her voice could escape her mouth. "Water." She replied. Her voice escaped her mouth in a friendly yet soft tone. "Water would be okay."
"Sure thing, darling." He said. Speaking with a southern accent, he brought up a glass mug and placed it on the counter. "What brings you in here this evening?"
"Well..." She turned in the seat, and gestured over towards the pool table where her three friends were hitting on a group of bikers. "You see those three girls back there?"
"You mean the three girls that are pretending to be playmates?"
A soft chuckle escaped her mouth before she could stop it. "Yeah. Those three girls back there are my friends that I came with." She turned back around in her seat and looked up to him from where she sat. "They told me that they wanted me to go to a bar that I haven't been to before in this town, but they wanted it to be a surprise."
"You weren't expecting a biker bar, huh?"
"No, I wasn't." She watched him give her the glass of water before her right hand opened up her purse, and brought out her wallet. "How much do I owe you?"
"It's on the house, sweetheart." he replied, smiling. "It's not often that I get to see such a pretty face in here that doesn't have less than a loin cloth covering her up."
I really like this guy. He can make me laugh, and that is not a easy task for a man to do. She smiles a bit more at him as she nodded her head to him. "I appreciate the compliment-"
"Mark." He replied, showing his hand to her. "Mark Callaway."
She slid one of her hands into his, and wrapped her fingers around his. Her dark brown eyes glistened in the lights of the bar as she shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mark. I'm Emma Roberts." A strand of her long, curly, black hair fell down from the top of her head, and danced across the fair complexion on her face.
"Here." He pulled his hand back, and brushed the hair back behind one of her ears. His eyes noticed a scar underneath her ear lobe that was in the shape of a cigarette burner. Mark focused on her face with a concerned look there. "How did you get that, Emma?"
She froze on the spot. She knew that he was looking at the very mark that her ex-boyfriend, Warren, had given to her the night that she broke up with him. "Um.." She looked around at the people who were around her at the moment. Her eyes found their way back towards the mug that she was drinking out of. "I don't really want to talk about it around so many people."
"Come with me."
She lifted her head, and looked to him with confusion starting to grow on her face. "Excuse me?" Her eyes noticed him to be gesturing towards her with his hand as he moved down to the end of the bar. Removing herself from the stool, Emma made her way down the way to where he was going to. She moved herself among the crowds of different people until she reached where he was.
"We are going to go upstairs, and talk." he replied. Mark looked over towards a spot at the bar to where his partner, Michael, was standing. He motioned to him that he was heading up the stairs before he looked back to her. "That way...you can tell me whose ass it is that I got to kick for putting their hands on you."
"That is not really-" She went silent from feeling his hand move on her hand. Her eyes glanced down to see his fingers moving between hers, securing her hand in his grasp. Emma took one more look up at him before her body begun to move up the stairs with him leading the way.