Chapter One: Welcome to the Jungle

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"Ow! Fuck! Taker watch where you're throwing those right han-"

Katherine was cut off as The Undertaker lifted her and tossed her over the ropes. She landed with a thump, her black and purple streaked hair falling in her soft brown eyes. She sat up with a groan and glared at The Deadman. She HATED Sunday night trainings. She's been doing them for three years now, since the first Sunday The Undertaker became her manager, and she still didn't like them anymore then she did that first time.

Her name was Katherine, Kat for short, and Kitten too a very few. She has been wrestling her whole life, ever since her father brought her to the ring when she was five to watch him wrestle. 17 years later and here she was, training with THE Undertaker.

"Come on, get up. We do this again until ya get it right." Taker said with a smirk as he leaned over the ropes. He wore black jeans and a black tank. Kat just loved when he took off the trench coat and played with her.

Slowly she got to her feet and fixed her hair. She wore her ring attire; a black bikini top and black Tripp pants that had The Undertakers symbol ironed on her right thigh. She loved this outfit because it showed off all of her tattoos and piercings. She had The Undertakers symbol burned onto her right wrist, S.M. with a music note tattooed on the left shoulder blade and Triple Hs' symbol tattooed on her right side across her ribs, a tattooed pentagram behind her right ear. She also had her ears pierced; A black rose, A purple star and an inverted cross in the left and A pentagram looped three times in the right. Her father also got her belly button pierced when she was 12; it's a little, one of a kind, DX charm.

She slowly made her way up the metal steps into the ring, her eyes locked with his. She licked her lips. "Come on Deadman…lets take a break. We've been at it for almost three hours…isn't there something else you'd rather do…" She stood before him, as he towered over her 5'2 frame, and rested her hand lightly on his chest. He raised an eyebrow at her, roughly grabbing her wrist and spun her around and bent her over the ropes.

She gasped, her whole body tingling as her lover for over three years manhandled her. She felt his large hand putting almost painful pressure on her sore back. His breath tickled her neck as he leaned over her. She felt his hardness pressing into her bum.

"Ahh my little Kitten," He rumbled in her ear. "Always willin' to do anythin' to get out of trainin'." He applied more pressure on her back making her whimper. "But not today my dear. Ya must get this right, or we ain't movin on." With that he let her go and took a step back, chuckling as her stayed bent over the ropes, her breath coming in soft pants.

"You're an asshole" She muttered before swiftly kicking out her left leg and caught him in the midsection making him grunt. She turned with a grin. "Fine, Imma kick your ass Deadman."

Hours later Kat limped into the back, grumbling. She knew she was going to lose that impromptu match, so she had made it hell for him. She had grabbed at his hair, clawed his arms and neck. Hell she had even bitten his thigh at one point. Of course she had paid for it; he tossed her into the steps, put her in Hells Gate a few times and gave her ass quite a few hard slaps. But it was all worth it in the end because she had finally mastered the Tombstone.

She had never felt more proud of herself.

The backstage was full of hustle as always. People were running around getting ready for tomorrow night's show. A few Superstars were littered around; some of the guys gave her a polite head nod, while most of the Divas ignored her or gave her forming bruises disdainful looks. She ignored everyone as she made her way to the locker room.

Kat avoided the Divas locker room at all costs because the only Divas she could stand were Kelly Kelly and Lita, but since Kelly would be out with her boyfriend Drew McIntyre and Lita would be out fucking Edge somewhere, she decided to just make her way to the mens.

Once she entered the room she laughed. Her two friends were playfully whipping each other with towels. John Cena yelped as his boyfriend of a year caught his right side of his bare chest with the wet towel. "Randy!" He gasped as he tackled the other man to the ground. The Viper groaned and wrapped his arms tightly around John.

"Boys! Boys! No need to get violent!" Kat laughed as she sat on the hard wooden stool. Her back was killing her, her legs were killing her…'Taker was going to pay for this tonight.' She thought bitterly. 'Yea right, he was going to fuck her then leave like always.'

Randy and John sat on either side of her. "What's up mama?" John asked as he placed her legs in his lap and began to unlace her boots. She leaned into Randy, who was using his thumbs to rub soothing circles on her shoulders. She loved her boys, true she had slept with both of them before, and yes they both knew about it (Everyone knew about it, it probably didn't help the 'Kat's a whore' mentality in the Divas locker room) but it was in the past now and they both treated her like a princess. Kat loved it.

"Nothing." Kat grunted "Taker gave me one hell of a lesson tonight." She winced as Randy hit a tender stop. Shutting her eyes she leaned her head back against the Vipers shoulder, missing the concerned look that passed between the two lovers.

"Kat." Randy started "Why do you let him treat you like that? I mean...I know you guys are sleeping together, which, by the way, is still really gross to me-" John cut him off.

"I don't think the Undertakers bad looking. Something about that goth power he has is just so…" John shuttered lightly while Randy shot him his famous Viper stare and John shut up and began messaging Kats calves.

"As I was saying, you let him push you around, you let him hurt you. You do everything he says. It's like he owns you." Randy said with a grim look in his eyes.

Kats breath caught and she shook her head. "I don't have anything to explain. Can you guys leave so I can shower? Please?" Her voice was sharp and she kept her eyes on a bruise on her wrist.

Randy stood without a word, sensing that he had upset her. "But it's the guys' locker room!" John protested as Randy stood and grabbed his arm. The door swung shut behind them.

'Like he owns you' echoed in her head. With a sigh she stood, undressed and got in the shower. Leaning her head against the shower wall Kat closed her eyes, and let the memories flow.

A 19 year old Kat struggled to pin Lita to the mat. She knew it was hopeless, she was just a beginner. She wasn't anywhere NEAR the level that Lita was at and everyone knew it. Lita kicked out at two. Kat groaned. The match seemed to last forever before Lita hit the Litabomb and Kat stayed down. She had lost. Again. She knew everyone expected something big from her, with her father being who he was.

Hours later after the show, she sat in the empty ring in the empty arena. She couldn't go back into the locker room; she just couldn't face her father. She knew he loved her, and that he didn't want her to push herself but…she hated feeling like she let him down. She let a few tears flow, she was alone, and no one could see the normally fiery HellKat.

Suddenly the lights went out, and Kat jumped to her feet, her heart in her throat. She did not want to deal with this right now. As the lights in the arena slowly began to turn on, Kat whipped around. There he stood; he had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple black shirt and of course he was wearing the jacket and hat. Kat felt herself blush, god did she have the biggest crush on the Deadman. Every time they were in the same room, she tried to act like she didn't exist.

Taker stood deathly still, his eyes never leaving that small trembling girl. He held out his hand and with a shaky breath, Kat took a step forward, but didn't take it. "What do you want Undertaker?" She asked, proud that her voice had stayed steady.

"You my Kitten, I have an offer for ya. You want to be the very best. Top of the game like ya daddy. Ain't that right? Well I'm looking for someone to teach, to lead, to show them all the power that they never knew." His voice hypnotized her, she found herself leaning forward slightly. "What about your brother?" She whispered "Why don't you teach him?"

Takers lips twitched, almost like he wanted to smile. "My brother has his own darkness to handle. One that I can't help him with. I want you and ya want me my little Kitten."

Kat flushed a deeper red. "What do you want in return? You must want something from me." But she was already stepping closer, her fingers twitching.

"I want ya. Everythin' you have. Your mind, your heart, your body. I want your soul little one. In return I will show you everythin'. I will be your manager, your protector, your lover. I will teach you everythin' I know. I will show ya things ya can't have ever imagined." His voice was low and alluring. She found herself nodding.

"Do I have time to think about your offer Taker?" She saw him grin; no one ever had the balls to call him Taker to his face. "Or do I have to answer now?"

He held out his hand once again and gave her a very pointed look. With closed eyes, she took his hand. He pulled her close to his chest. "You are mine." He said lowly. She nodded.

"Yours."

It was later that night that Kat signed a contract that sold her soul to The Undertaker.

She sat fully dressed in the locker room. No one knew about what she had done. Not even her best friend.

Speaking of her BF, the locker room door swung open and in walked CM Punk. Kat stood up with a smile. "Hey Punk!" She laughed as she threw her arms around the taller man. He laughed and dropped everything to pick her up and spin her around. "Hello Kit! It's been a whole 10 hours! I've miss you!"

She groaned as he put her down. God she must have really messed up her back today. He was instantly at her side, his hands on her shoulders. "What's wrong? Where are you hurt?" He fretted. She smiled at him. "Punk, it's nothing, just a really tough work out with Taker tonight. I'm gonna need to see a trainer later I guess." She frowned. She was supposed to meet her father at a restaurant and then head to the hotel to meet Undertaker. He was going to be pissed if she didn't get there in time.

She gave Punk a weary look. "I got a lot of shit to do tonight, so I'll see you tomorrow before the show ok?" She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Love you Punk."

He watched her leave with a ghost of a smile. "Love you too."

A/N: Well…this is the first chapter. It's pretty much getting to know my OC Kat. Next chapter will have different people point of view. It's already half way done. Let me know what you guys think! This story is rated M for a reason as we will soon find out AND it has Slash.

Love and diet soda!

Kit Kat

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