Author's Note: Well I guess I just loved you guys so much that I couldn't stay away! So here it is .. chapter one of Cookin' It Up. I'm sure you all know who the hero in our story will be but just in case... the winner of the poll was the Undertaker. This story is going to be a little different than Taken. Taker(Mark) will not be the ass he was in Taken. Well somewhat anyway. In an interview I watched, Taker admitted that he was looked up to in the locker room. That everyone came to him for advice and such. So that's kind of the way he'll be in this story.

Disclaimer: The WWE and anything related to the WWE are NOT mine and I am NOT making any money. The Undertaker is not mine either.

P.S. I did make a few changes but this story takes place right after Wrestlemania 29. I know that Raw on April 8 took place in New Jersey but I had to change it for this story! Thanks!

Chapter One
A Token of Appreciation

"How do you do that without cutting one of those little fingers slam off?"

Looking up at one of her assistants, Ashley smiled. "You do know what they say…" She trailed off, wondering if Eric would know what she was talking about.

He didn't if the look of confusion was anything to go by. "What do they say?" He asked, leaning against the stainless steel counter next to her, crossing his arms across his impressive chest.

She rolled her eyes. "Practice makes perfect, of course."

Reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, he grinned, his ice blue eyes shinning with mischief. "Well, I think you were already perfect so you didn't have to practice too hard."

Ashley blushed, ducking her head and going back to her vegetables. "Thank you Eric, but I've practiced a lot since I left culinary school."

"If you say so, Babe."

"Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Go back to your station." The words were an order, but her soft voice took out the harshness of her words.

Laughing, he walked back to his station. He loved working the meat station, made him feel more like a man sometimes. Working in a kitchen with a bunch of women can take away one's masculinity, but Eric enjoyed working with these bunch of women especially Ashley. She was definitely one of a kind and she worked her ass off for this place. He just wished their boss would see that as well.

"Hey Ashley!" Elle, the head waitress called out from the pass. Ashley turned, giving Elle her full attention.

"What's up, Elle? Is something wrong?"

A smile the size of New York lit up Elle's face and she shook her head. "Nope! In fact everything is great. There is a very handsome," Elle lowered her voice and one hand came up, cupping the side of her mouth. "And one very sexy man out there wanting to give their compliments to the chef."

Ashley, of course blushed. She was embarrassed and she knew she shouldn't be, but she's never had this happened to her before. She wasn't really the chef. She was only the sous chef, but their chef was always calling in sick and going on 'vacations' so she filled in for him a lot. Antonio wasn't exactly dependable or even worthy, but she liked him. No one else really did, but she did. Because of him, she got to be the boss in the kitchen a lot more than she would have normally.

"What table, Elle?" She asked, taking several deep breaths.

"Fourteen. Two gentleman and they both had the lobster risotto appetizer then the beef wellington with your special sauce." She winked before walking away.

Her special sauce was an accident. One night they had run out of sauce –the ingredients to make it– that actually came with the beef wellington (thanks to Antonio) so Ashley made her own. It turned out to be a bigger hit than the original beef wellington sauce. Even so she still has never had anyone wanting to 'thank the chef'. She was excited and nervous.

After removing her apron and washing her hands, she exited the kitchen. As she walked towards table fourteen, she gave herself a pep talk. She would be polite and sweet, keeping the smile on her face. She would not stumble over her words and she would not stutter like an idiot in front of these very important customers. She was a professional and that was exactly what these two gentlemen were going to get.

Of course as Ashley got closer to table fourteen, she had a feeling she was going to be a babbling flipping idiot. Because sitting at table fourteen –her new favorite number– were Randy Orton and John Cena. She may only be twenty four years old, but she had been watching wrestling since she was in diapers. Her father was a huge wrestling fan and he made her one too. His favorite wrestler was now her favorite wrestler too. Unfortunately and fortunately for her, he wasn't sitting at table fourteen, but Orton and Cena were two of her favorites. And today was her lucky day. But she was not going to act like a blabbering fool.

"Hello gentlemen, my name is Ashley and I was your chef this evening."

There that didn't sound so bad. Yeah right, she sounded like a freaking idiot.

However she sounded didn't matter to either man. They both looked at her with huge smiles. She now knew two things. One, she was way to freakin' small and two, cameras did not do either one of them justice. Orton and Cena were both definitely good-looking men.

"Hello Sweetheart, my name is John Cena and this here is my good friend, Randy Orton."

Ashley nodded— like an idiot. "I'm a big fan, Mr. Cena, Mr. Orton."

Orton laughed. "Please call me Randy. I'm not old enough to be my father yet."

Ashley smiled, but before she could reply John spoke. "You're a WWE fan?"

Ashley nodded. "Very much so, Mr. Cena. I've been watching wrestling since I was in diapers. I believe it was the WWF then."

Cena nodded. "Indeed it was. Who's your favorite?" He asked with a sly grin.

Randy laughed. "I bet it's me. After all I am the best looking and the best talented."

Cena snorted. "You're off today, buddy because you ain't neither of those."

It was Randy's turn to snort. "Let's ask the young lady, shall we? Who is your favorite, Beautiful?" Randy asked playfully.

Smiling, Ashley shook her head. "I'm afraid my lips are sealed today, Boys. However I am very pleased to hear that you liked your dinner this evening." Ashley redirected the topic of conversation as easily as she could. She would not tell this two her crazy obsession over a certain bad ass.

Both of them nodded. "The dinner was delicious, but that special sauce was out of this world. Would you care to share it with us?"

Still smiling, she shook her head again. "I'm sorry Gentlemen, that is a highly secretive sauce and I'm afraid if I told you, I would well…" Ashley looked around coyly before bending slightly and lowering her voice. "I would have to kill ya."

That got full belly laughs out of both the handsome wrestlers and Ashley found herself laughing as well. She was actually enjoying the company of these two and she couldn't wait to tell her dad about her encounter. He wasn't going to believe her, but then again she wouldn't believe her either.

"You're beautiful, a wonderful cook, and you have a sense of humor. I think I love you." Cena teased.

Randy sobered and shook his head. "I think you should marry me." He replied playfully.

"I'm sorry, but I'm saving myself for another." She placed a hand over her heart and sighed dramatically.

"Is it Sheamus?" Randy asked.

Ashley shook her head. Although she did like the handsome Irishman.

"It isn't the Shield, is it?" Orton asked with disgust.

Ashley giggled. "No it is not the Shield." She assured them. "I hate to leave, but I do have to get back to work, Gentlemen."

They both frowned. "That's too bad for us."

Orton reached into his pocket and pulled out two tickets. "We would like to give you these as a thank you for this wonderful and delicious meal."

He handed her the two tickets and Ashley was sure she was going to faint. "Are you sure? I couldn't— I don't think— Are you sure?"

They both laughed. "We're sure. It's not for Wrestlemania. We tried that. It's only for a Raw show, but it's the least we can do."

Orton nodded in agreement. "We don't get home cooked meals much since we're on the road a lot and we do enjoy a good meal and Honey that was the best meal I've had in a long time. We've been here on several occasions and the food only gets better. We brought these tickets tonight especially for you, our chef. Please take them and enjoy them. It's for this Monday night, do you think you can make it?"

Ashley nodded eagerly. "Yes, I will definitely be there." She wanted to scream on the top of her lungs, she couldn't believe it. And right after Wrestlemania as well. She knew her man was going to win.

John and Randy stood up, giving her cheeks a sweet kiss. "We'll see you then, Beautiful." Randy winked.

Ashley said good bye and walked away, feeling like she was on cloud nine. She stopped by the hostess station to let them know that table fourteen was on her tab. Felicity quickly nodded and immediately jotted down on ticket fourteen –paid in full.

Ashley went back to the kitchen, smiling like an idiot. She actually got to meet John Cena and Randy Orton. And she got tickets—two tickets to be exact for Monday night Raw. She was excited and she couldn't wait to tell her dad.

"What has you all in smiles, Babe?" Eric asked, seeing the sappy looking grin on her face.

She wrinkled her nose and showed Eric the two tickets. "I just met John Cena and Randy Orton and they gave me two tickets to Monday night Raw."

Eric's eyes widened. He knew that was a big deal for Ashley. She had been a major wrestling fan since she was in diapers. He's even seen pictures of her as a toddler dressed up as a wrestler, her dad's favorite he did believe. He gave her a huge grin. "That's awesome, Babe. Are you gonna take your dad?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

Ashley smiled and nodded. "He's going to be over the moon."

And he was.

Ashley was super close to her father. He was only seventeen when his girlfriend got pregnant with her. When her mom Megan got pregnant at the age of sixteen, she was devastated. Megan's parents were all about appearances; especially public appearances. And for them to have a teenage daughter that was pregnant was a huge no-no. Megan's parents wanted her to abort the baby, but Ben, her father wouldn't hear of it. He begged Megan's parents to let her keep the baby to term and then he would raise the child by himself. Megan's parents eventually agreed.

Nine months later, she was born and Megan signed away all her rights to her child. Her dad named her Ashley because his mom liked the name. Soon after she was born, her dad and her moved to St. Louis, Missouri where he worked full time and earned his GED at night school. Then once he received his GED, he earned his business degree and then his law degree at night school. He is now a very important lawyer at a prestige law firm. He was working on a big case right now, but she hadn't a clue what it was about.

Her great-grandmother watched her during the day while her dad was at work and he cared for Ashley himself in the evenings. They did everything together. Her dad never left her if he didn't have to. He remained a bachelor for twenty four years. She was sure he had some relationships in those long years of her growing up, but he never brought them home to her. He was the best father a girl could ask for. She couldn't wait to show him the tickets that Randy and John had given her.

She didn't live with her dad anymore. She lived by herself in a nice security tight condo, but she visited her dad often. She absolutely loved her condo. It was on the twelfth floor and she had a beautiful view of St. Louis. Only a person with a key was allowed on her floor. The elevator doors opened onto her foyer which had a door that she kept locked (after all, she was a single woman living by herself). The kitchen, dining room, and living room were a large open space that was perfect for entertaining, not that she did. Down the hall were three bedrooms, one being the master which had a huge walk-in closet and a gorgeous master bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and a large shower. The other two bedrooms shared a rather large bathroom. She loved her condo.

Her dad hated it. She laughed as she walked up the sidewalk towards the front door of her dad's place. Her dad owned a single family home that was two bedrooms and one bathroom. He could now easily afford a new house, but he didn't want to sale it and she was glad he didn't. This place was home to her. The front half was a kitchen and a living room and the back half held the two bedrooms and in between the bedrooms was the only bathroom. One bathroom! She was sure her dad peed outside his back bedroom window for most of her teenage years. She wasn't entirely sure, but it was the only thing she could come up with since he never complained about how much time she was in the bathroom.

When she turned eighteen, she told her dad she was moving into a college dorm. He actually lost his temper. In all her eighteen years, he had never lost his temper. Not even when she broke curfew when she was twelve and didn't come home until one in the morning. Her dad had been worried sick all night and she felt guilty as hell; so guilty she never did it again. Her dad was definitely a mellow person so when he got angry about her moving out, she almost changed her mind. But she knew better. Her dad just didn't want to lose his little girl and she assured him that he never would. They were just too close.

She used her key to get in, shutting the door behind her. "Daddy?" She called out, not seeing him in the living room directly to her left.

"In here, Sunshine."

Ashley smiled at the nickname as she followed the sound of his voice into the kitchen. He had been calling her Sunshine for as long as she could remember. One time when she was six she asked him why he called her that. He told her that she was the bright spot in his life. The most important thing to him, she was. He was definitely the best father ever.

"Dad, I've got a surprise!" She exclaimed as she stepped into the kitchen, holding up the two tickets.

Ben smiled at his daughter. "What do you got there?" He asked, eying those tickets closely. His eyesight was pretty good, but he couldn't make out the wording.

"Two tickets for Monday night…"

Ben immediately frowned. Every Monday night since Ashley had went off to culinary school, she always made time for him on Monday nights and Friday nights. Those were their nights together in the midst of their crazy worlds. He knew he was being selfish, but he didn't want to give up one of those nights.

"Dad! It's tickets to RAW!"

It took a minute before it registered, but when it did it took a lot for Ben not to get as excited as his daughter who was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. He pulled her in for a hug, wishing her congratulations. "Where did you get those?" He asked after pulling away and returning to cooking his dinner. After a taking a sniff he was starting to wonder if he should throw it away. He didn't know where his daughter got her amazing talent for cooking, but it sure wasn't from him.

Ashley took a sniff and grimaced. She gently nudged her father out of the way. "Randy Orton and John Cena came into the restaurant this evening."

"No shit?"

Ashley laughed at her dad. "Yes they did." She replied. She shook her head at her father's 'meal'. Sometimes she wondered how he survived on his cooking or how she even survived on it. "Let me cook you a decent meal and I'll tell you all about it."

Ben nodded, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat down to enjoy this time with his daughter.

"Dad, this is awesome!"

Ashley was so excited, she couldn't sit still. They watched Wrestlemania the night before on Pay-per-view and it was totally amazing! She knew her man was going to win and her dad knew it too. Now they were here! At Monday Night Raw! What an amazing experience.

They had got to watch Alberto Del Rio defeat Jack Swagger and then she couldn't believe it when Dolph Ziggler came out with his Money in the Bank contract and won the championship from Del Rio. She couldn't believe it! Her dad couldn't either. He didn't like Swagger so he was glad that Del Rio won against him, but he was very upset that Dolph won. He thought what Dolph did was wrong, but he said he could completely understand why Dolph did it. This is an opportunistic sport so Dolph had to do what he had to do.

Then Randy Orton and Sheamus were facing each other for a shot against the Big Show and she thought she was going to go in cardiac arrest when Randy came out and searched for her. They weren't in front next to the barricade, but she didn't care. She was just happy to be here. Of course Orton knew where they were seated because he gave her the tickets but she hadn't expected that. Her dad was almost as giddy as her when Orton caught their eye and winked. They waved back like eager little children and it actually made Randy smile. When Sheamus came out, Randy whispered something to him and before she knew it, Sheamus was seeking them, giving them a smile and a wink too. This was definitely a good night for her and her dad.

"I have to agree, Sunshine. This is definitely a once in chance lifetime opportunity for the both of us." He replied giving her a hug. "Thank you for bringing me, Ashley."

Ashley teared up. "Dad, it's the least I can do. You're the greatest dad a girl could ask for." She told him, returning his hug.

"You're the best daughter a dad could ever ask for."

They gave each other smiles before returning their attention back to Randy and Sheamus. They watched as those two went on each other like crazy fools, vying for a match with the Big Show who she didn't really care for. They couldn't believe it when Big Show came out and interrupted the match. Okay well maybe she could believe it a little bit.

As Big E and his gang was making his way to the squared circle, her dad's cell phone went off; his work phone. The noise in arena was deafening but her dad heard every word and with each passing second her dad's face fell just a little more, she knew he was going to have to leave. When he hung up, she gave him a hug.

"What was that for?" He asked when she pulled back.

"I know you have to go." She replied.

He smiled before frowning. "I'm sorry, Sunshine. My current client is in a lot of trouble right now."

Ashley returned his smile, nodding. "I know you wouldn't leave unless you absolutely had to, Dad. I'll be okay."

"I know you will be, but I hate leaving you without a vehicle and since I have to get on the next flight to Las Vegas I have to take the car with me."

Ashley knew she should have driven her own car here, but she loved spending as much time as she could with her dad so carpooling had seemed like a great idea and to her it still was. She didn't mind taking a cab back to her condo. It wasn't far from here.

"I'll be okay, Dad. I promise."

"Regardless, I want you to call me as soon as you get safely back in your condo. Okay?"

She nodded. "I promise, Dad. Love you."

"Love you too, Sunshine."

After giving him another quick hug, they said good bye and her dad left the arena. She was sure it took some time to get out, but she received a text thirty minutes later from her dad, letting her know that he was now in the car and heading towards the airport. He loved his job and she loved him for it. He was a great man and a damn good lawyer.

Ashley continued to watch the show by herself but by the time Fandango came dancing down to the ring, she had to pee so bad her eyeballs were floating up to her brain. She didn't want to miss her favorite wrestler, but she was sure she had enough time to get to the bathroom and back before he came out. She grabbed her new jacket –a tribute to her favorite wrestler and just one more thing added to her collection and headed towards the nearest door to the restroom.

The halls to the bathroom were busy and noisy, but when she stepped into the bathroom itself, it was eerily quiet. It didn't take her long to go pee and wash her hands. Looking in the mirror, her cheeks were flushed and strands of her hair were escaping her ponytail. She looked very happy and she was, but she was sad that her dad had to leave.

She stepped back out into the halls and her brows immediately wrinkled in confusion and paranoia. The halls too were now completely deserted. It was only a little after ten so she knew Raw wasn't over, but it still bothered her that the place looked creepy. She had taken a few steps out of the bathroom when she heard footsteps behind her, but when she turned to look no one was behind her.

She continued on, telling herself that she was being silly. The place only looked deserted but it wasn't and it only looked creepy but it wasn't. It was a perfectly normal arena in her home of St. Louis. She was perfectly safe.

Suddenly pain exploded on the back of her head…

And everything went dark.