Finish one story. Start another. I can't help it loll. Anywhoo, I've been wanting to do this one for quite a while now, hopefully it goes over well. I've decided to portray 'Batista' in a different light, so to speak. So yeah, enjoy the first read and don't forget to let me know what you think of it!

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Paige Aguilar, Personal Assistant to WWE superstar and legend; Mark Calaway. Better known by his in-ring name, 'The Undertaker'. He was probably the most intimidating man, within the locker room. Paige, better knew him as a father figure, something she'd never really had in the early part of her life. She'd started out in the workforce, at the young age of seventeen years old. Both mother and father had chose to be on the wrong side of the tracks, wanting nothing to do with her, leaving her to fend for herself. Sad story right? Paige could've cared less, if people felt sorry for her or not. In other words, Mark had told her to suck it up, because she hadn't been the first, and she sure as hell wouldn't be the last to experience heartbreak and rejection in her life. It was Mark who had taken her into his home, his family that had greeted her with open arms. In which, Paige couldn't have been more thankful or grateful to them.

How did she even know Mark in the first place? He too, had been mixed up in the wrong lifestyle, best friends with her dad. But unlike her dad, Mark got himself cleaned up, that thanks goes to Sara, his wife. It was either shape the fuck up or get the fuck out and never see your kids again. And I'm sure you get what choice he made. But anyway, that's how this whole situation came to be. Crazy huh? Yeah. Paige still thought so too.

"I cannot believe, I'm being assigned to somebody else. This is fucking bogus." Paige whined.

Mark, just looked at the young girl, as she paced the locker room floor. "Well, it is your job."

Paige eyed him. "But I'm your assistant. You hired me."

"And I'm hurt. There's not much you could do with an injured man." He watched her frown. "It'll only be a temporary thing, Paige. I'm gonna be back within four months."

He'd been injured at the last Smackdown taping, and now would be going into surgery, the next day. Paige, was still bitter about the whole thing. At the height of his championship reign, but then bam, hit with an injury. She knew he was every bit, as bitter too, even though he wouldn't admit it to anyone. "Four months is too long."

Mark just decided to ignore the statement. "Do you know who it is yet?"

Paige shook her head. "I'm supposed to meet with him …" She grimaced when she looked at her watch. "Ten minutes ago."

"You're going late on purpose, aren't you?" Paige just looked at Mark in disbelief, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Trouble maker."

Paige just shrugged. "I learned from the best." Before Mark had anytime to reply, she was already half-way down the hall.

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She was ten minutes late. That annoyed him greatly. And the few people that "knew" Dave Bautista, knew he hated being annoyed. He hadn't even wanted a personal assistant. He didn't need one. But at the persistent nagging, done by his daughters, he just decided to go along with it. Thank God, it was only going to be a four month arrangement.

Paige cleared her throat. "Are you waiting for me?"

Dave looked up. Stared. She was an average looking girl; caramel skin, deep brown eyes to match, and lips that almost invited a man to kiss them. Almost resembled a baby doll like face. And with that said, probably too young for him to even be thinking about anything like that. "Depends on what you're selling, sweetheart."

Paige just 'looked' at him. The infamous, Dave "The Animal" Bautista. Charming looks, GQ style, but an attitude that made any woman in her right mind, walk the other way. "I don't do nicknames, sweetheart."

Dave, held up his hands in defense, before he stood to introduce himself. "Dave Bautista, better known as just 'Batista'."

"I know who you are." Paige commented, before slipping her hand in his. "Paige Aguilar, better known as personal assistant to 'The Undertaker'."

"Ah, working for a legend I see. Very unfortunate he had to get hurt like that." Why did he still have her hand in his? "I'm surprised, I haven't seen you around more often then."

"Yeah. What a shame." Paige, quickly retreated her hand back from his, trying to ignore whatever feeling, she was feeling. And they'd met before, but he was too busy to care, playing suck face with whatever bimbo it was that week. Keeping tabs on him? Please, everyone in the locker room, knew who the "real" Dave Bautista was. It was the poor fans, he had fooled.

"You're late."

"What?"

"I said you're late. I don't do late."

Paige looked at him, amused with the irritation in his voice. "You gonna fire me, already?"

Dave smirked. "That would be too easy, wouldn't it?"

Paige shrugged. "You're the boss."

"You don't like me, do you?" He questioned curiously.

"I don't know you." Paige countered.

"But I do. Paige, what the hell are you doing talking to him?" Mark growled.

"Mark." Dave acknowledged. Mark just glared. "Meet my new, personal assistant."

Paige sighed. "Don't do anything stupid." She directed to both of them. "And I'll be fine." That being solely directed to Mark. Maybe to Dave too. "We were just about done here, right Dave?"

"Right."

"We'll go over details tomorrow?"

"That we will." The smirk he had, was everything but amusing to Mark. "Ten o' clock, meet me in the hotel lobby. We'll discuss it, over breakfast." Paige just nodded. "Oh, and Paige?" She stopped and turned. "Don't be late again."

Mark's jaw tightened. "They should've fired his ass, a long time ago."

Paige just stayed quiet. These were going to be the longest four months of her life.

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