Out of Control

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I only own London.

Survivor Series

November 21, 2010

Miami, Florida

London Callaway sat in her father's locker room. He was set to battle her Uncle Kane that night in a Buried Alive match. She hated when her uncle and father were feuding. She loved the both of them, though he loyalty always remained her with father. It was nothing new, though. This happened more frequently than she'd like to admit.

She hadn't been out on the road much with him. London had been at her own home, located in Tampa, Florida. She was managing her own successful career. She'd been training as a wrestler, in her own right, though her main source of income was as a personal trainer in an exclusive gym. Her father had refused to allow her to become a wrestler, time and again. He didn't want her to spend her life on the road. It wasn't because he regretted his career, though he did regret not being able to spend much time with London, while she was growing up. Besides, her mother was a very hostile ex-girlfriend of his, and didn't let him see her much, as a child. He didn't want her to miss out on her own life.

London was born when Mark was only nineteen years old. He was just starting out as a wrestler in the business and had very limited time, as it was. With an angry ex and a baby, his life was quite the complicated mess, especially when said angry ex wouldn't let him see his own baby girl.

Growing up, London understood that. She never held his absence from her life against her father. She loved him and treasured the hard-to-find time she got to spend with him. She also knew that her mother was a conniving and manipulative bitch, which was why she was so quick to move out of her mother's house when she turned eighteen. She didn't want to deal with someone who was always so quick to disregard her daughter's feelings and well-being for her own advantages.

"Are you okay, Lon?" Mark asked, walking over to her.

"Yeah," she replied, looking up and shooting her father a semi-genuine smile. "How are you? Are you nervous about the match against Uncle Kane?"

"Not really. This is nothing new. He's always been jealous of my success, you know that," he replied, sitting next to her.

"I'm a little nervous," she admitted.

He furrowed his brow. "Why is that?"

"I love Uncle Kane, I do. You know that. I just don't trust him. When he gets in one of his anti-Taker funks, he'll do anything, no matter how ruthless. And honestly…I just don't want anything else to happen to you."

Mark nodded. "You're right about that, but it'll be okay. Nothing's gonna happen to me, London."

"I hope so."

He gave his daughter a smile and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "I'm back now. Everything's gonna be okay."

"Well, let's be honest, here, dad, you came out of a coma not too long ago, at his hands. And grandpa was conspiring against you with him. I don't think either one of them can be trusted further than you can throw them. And considering how big they are…you really can't throw them far at all."

"I don't trust either of them," Mark agreed.

"If something happens to you, so help me God, I will fuck up their worlds without a second thought," she promised.

Mark laughed. "London, you don't need to fight my battles for me. Nothing's gonna happen, but if somehow it does, I'll come back, as I always do, and I'll take care of anyone who needs to be taken care of. Trust me. I've never not taken care of my business," he assured his daughter.

"I know. I just…" She sighed and her body slumped against her father's. "I just got you back, and if anything happens to you, I will bring them into a world of hurt. I might not seem very intimidating, but I can hurt someone."

He proudly smiled. "I know. You might be a little thing, but you are very skilled in your own way. You've made your father very proud."

"I can bench press two-hundred pounds, dad. So, maybe I won't be picking up Uncle Kane or Grandpa, but I pack a powerful punch. I'm not a fifth degree black belt just because I have a pretty face and big boobs. I will hurt anyone who needs to be taught a physical lesson," she agreed.

"I know. I love you, Lon."

"I love you, too, dad."

London watched the match from backstage. She hated watching her father in action. She was always afraid that he was going to get hurt. London wasn't exactly happy when her Uncle Kane was getting beat down, but when push came to shove, she wanted her father to come out successful in this match. It took all she had to stay in the locker room and not go out there herself.

When Nexus came out and caused her father to be buried alive, she felt her heart sink, at first. It was devastating to know that the last time she had hugged him would be the last time for a long time. She knew it was a possibility, but she hoped that this wouldn't happen. She struggled to blink away the tears that had filled her eyes. Running her hands through her hair, she felt her heart break at what she witnessed on the screen. London wanted to run out there and save him. She wanted to do something, but she was paralyzed in her devastation. She sat there, wallowing in her misery.

After her initial sadness had begun to subside, anger coursed through her veins. She slowly stood up from the couch she'd been occupying, knowing full well that she was about to start something she would have no choice but to finish. She needed to defend her father, now. She knew that he had continuously warned her to not get involved in this, but she wasn't exactly known to be the most obedient daughter in the world. And she wasn't about to lay down and take this now. No way in hell.

London stalked down the hallway, her arms folded across her chest. The stone cold expression on her face was unmistakable. She was out for blood. Her long dark brown hair reached down to her mid-back. Her chocolate brown eyes had grown darker in color, as they had her entire life when she was royally pissed off. And London wasn't exactly somebody that anyone had ever really wanted to piss off. Her wrath was one very similar to her father's. She had no problem beating someone down, if it was needed. This was one of those times that a beat down was required.

In her dark denim skinny jeans, black top that was a bit loose on top, revealing one shoulder, yet it clung to her abdomen, showing off her toned physique. She paired the casual, though fashionable ensemble with her Brian Atwood Dickenson leather boots. She looked good, but her outfit wasn't anything that really mattered to her right now. The rage that was laced in her expression was quite intimidating to anyone who saw it. Any of the men who walked passed her, immediately overlooked their initial attraction to the Taker man's oldest daughter and replaced it with intimidation, especially knowing what had just transpired in the Buried Alive match.

She was determined to find one person in particular. Not her disloyal brute of an Uncle. Not her backstabbing moron of a grandfather. Though, London had decided to deal with them later, she had her sights set on one person at the moment. The five inch heels she donned only boosted her to 5'10", making her seven inches shorter than her target, but her infuriation was more than enough to make up for those inches and the hundred and forty-five pounds he had on her. Size didn't mean a thing to London. She'd taken down plenty of bigger guys when she was training. Wade Barrett didn't scare her in the least.

When London's eyes finally caught sight of the Nexus leader, her heart thumped in her chest. She was determined to not let her protectiveness of her father be her weakness and ultimate downfall. She was going to make sure he knew she was gunning for him. London didn't care who would cower down for the smug British bastard, she was sure as hell not going to join his ranks. In fact, she was planning on taking him out. It was one thing for him to screw around with John Cena. It was a whole other thing for him to get involved with her family problems and be a big part of the reason she was without a father.

"Barrett," she growled, as he walked down the hallway. He was wearing his Nexus shirt along with his trunks. That cocky smirk was decorating that face of the deplorable man. It just made her angrier.

"And who are you?" he asked, his accent thick, as he furrowed his brow, his eyes taking in the sight of the woman standing before him.

"Oh I'm your worst nightmare," she replied, stopping in front of him, her eyes burning into his.

He laughed. "Oh really?"

"You don't know who I am now, but you're about to get to know me, very, very well," she assured him.

"Well, you know I don't usually like to mix business and pleasure, but for you, I may be willing to make an exception," he decided.

"Don't make me vomit. You're repulsive, and I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you had no business getting involved in my father's match tonight. And he might be out of action for now, but I'm here, and I have no problem taking care of business while he's not around to do it himself."

He gave her a smug smile. "I guess I'm supposed to be afraid of you or something, right, doll?"

"You might not be, but I promise you that you should be. I know I might be a lot smaller than you, but trust me, I will make your life a living hell, you stupid son of a bitch," she sneered through gritted teeth. "You can bet your life on that. I want your head on a plate, and mark my words, I will get it."

"Right. I'm sure it will happen. Good luck with that princess," he spoke, his voice expressing his amusement.

"Don't patronize me," she spat.

"How about a little kiss for the road? Before we see each other again, perhaps?" he suggested, leaning in slightly towards her.

London immediately slapped him across the face, putting a decent amount of force into the strike, causing his head to snap to the right. He slowly turned his head and looked at her. "I'll give you that one and chalk it up the devastation you're feeling because of what I did to your father, but that's your only shot. Don't think for even a second that I'm going to let you run around like a vigilante, trying to take me down. John Cena is enough of a waste of skin on his own. I don't really feel like dealing with some vile tart up my arse because she's all pissed off because daddy got hurt."

"It won't be the last one. I can promise you that."

"Then, you're looking at a world of misery, my dear."

"Oh shove it. If you think Cena has been a pain in your ass, you haven't seen anything, yet."

"Oh really? Just because you're the Deadman's daughter, doesn't mean I'm afraid of you," he told her.

"And just because you're some arrogant prick doesn't mean I'm gonna just cower down, and let you get away with this," she growled. "You've got hell to pay, and just call me the debt collector."

He gave her a mischievous laugh. "Oh well, in that case, I'm absolutely terrified of you," he commented with an eye roll.

"Mock away. But you won't be laughing when I kick your ass. I suggest you watch your back because I'm gonna make your life a living hell," she warned, before pushing passed him and making her way down the hall.

Wade smirked and watched her walk away. When she rounded the corner, he turned and walked the rest of the way to his locker room.

London continued her thirst for blood, keeping her eyes open for Justin Gabriel and Heath Slater because she had quite the bone to pick with the two men who had been a part of the formation of Nexus, as they were also part of the attack on her father. She made her way to the catering area, when she spotted them. They were the only two in there. She overheard them mocking her father.

"I'm the big, scary Undertaker. Not so much anymore," Heath laughed, twisting the cap off of a bottle of water, before taking a drink from it.

"Yeah. Not so intimidating now, huh, Deadman?" Justin continued, drinking his own water.

Their backs were to her. London immediately walked up to them and grabbed Heath by the hair and punched him square across the face, catching him off guard. He fell back to the floor, his hand immediately resting on his face, where she'd contacted him. Justin turned to grab her, dropping his water, in the process. She immediately brought her elbow up, forcefully connecting with him chin.

"You son of a bitches!" she yelled, pulling Heath up by his hair and kicking him in the midsection. He hunched over. She nailed a flawless DDT on him, knocking him out cold. She stood up and walked right back over to Justin, who was making his way toward her. She kicked out, connecting with his chin. He fell right back down. London jumped on top of him, repeatedly punching him in the head, as he tried to block the blows. She stood up and placed a few kicks to his ribs, as he held onto his body, which was writhing in pain.

London made her way over to Heath, doing exactly what she had done to Justin. She sat on top of him, throwing punches into Heath's head, before standing up and kicking him a few times, mostly aimed at his midsection.

"Consider this your warning, you fucks. You might have been laughing about what you did to my father, but I can promise that I'll make sure you're not laughing over him ever again. You two assholes, your piece of shit leader and your other little bitches are on my list. The Deadman might be gone for the time being, but trust me, motherfuckers, the Deadman's daughter is no pushover, and she's gonna make you regret what you did," she spoke, her voice full of rage and sincerity. "Watch your backs," she warned, over her shoulder, as she left the catering area.

London turned her head around and walked down the long hallway, proud that she managed to take on the two slightly smaller members of Nexus. They may have both been shorter than their leader, but the two were bigger than her, and she just kicked their asses and left them on the floor, in pain.

She folded her arms and made her way towards her uncle's locker room, ready to take on the most dysfunctional members of her family. London knocked on the door angrily , which was flung open a few moments later. The usual rage-filled face of her Uncle Kane softened slightly upon seeing his niece.

"London," he spoke, caught off guard, seeing as he didn't even know she was backstage for the show.

"Uncle Kane," she replied flatly.

"It's nice to see you," he spoke, almost tripping over his words.

"I bet."

"Do you want to come in?" he offered, pushing the door open a bit more. Though the Undertaker and Kane had their own deep-rooted, extraordinarily hostile differences, Kane loved his niece very much and treated her as if she was his own daughter. That hadn't changed throughout the years, no matter what went on between the Undertaker and his younger, angry brother.

"Not really," she replied. "How the hell could you do this?"

"Lon, I-"

"No. I really don't want to hear it. You're just jealous of my father for whatever reason, when all he's tried to do is be a brother to you. But it's never enough for you! To think that you already put him in a coma for so long, and now you've buried him alive? I don't even know what to say to you anymore. Grow up, Uncle Kane," she scolded him. "Get the hell over yourself and your fucking sibling rivalry. Enough is enough."

"London, is that you?" Paul Bearer called, walking over.

London rolled her eyes. "Yes, Grandpa. It's me."

He attempted to give her a hug, but she stepped away from his arms. "I'm not happy with either one of you. The both of you are beyond childish. But mark my words, when my father comes back, the both of you are screwed. And until then, I suggest you don't try to contact me because I don't want to have anything to do with either one of you anymore," she growled.

"London, sweetie," Paul began. "You don't understand. Things are complicated between us and your father."

"Oh give me a break. You're ridiculous. You're worse than Uncle Kane. You're his own father! And you're nothing but a backstabbing prick. Neither one of you deserve to have a family that loves you as much as I've loved you. You wanna take my father away from me for God knows how long? Fine, then. But consider me no longer a part of your fucked up family because I'm finished with this bullshit."

"London, please don't say that," Kane spoke.

"Uncle Kane, Grandpa, fuck you both," she sneered, before turning around and walking away. Kane chased after her. He gently grabbed her shoulder. She snapped her head around. "What? Did I not make myself clear enough?" she asked. "Leave me alone. You're no longer a part of my family."

"London, you know that I love you. You're like my own daughter, and whenever your father was away, I always took care of you. Don't turn your back on me. I'm the only family you've got anymore!"

She laughed bitterly. "Yeah, well…some family you turned out to be, huh?" she spoke, her voice low, before she turned back around and walked back towards her father's locker room, trying to hide the tears that had pooled in her eyes.

Kane frowned. He was so hooked on taking his brother out that he didn't even think about what it would do to London. She loved her father. He was everything to her. Since they'd really started seeing each other regularly, the two had become so close. Her mother was a bit of a nut case, and she didn't get along with her. So, she really clung to her relationship with her father. And thanks to her uncle and grandfather's devious planning, no one knew when they would see the Undertaker again. And for the first time…maybe ever…Kane actually started to feel badly for what he did. The look residing in his niece's eyes actually hurt him. He'd been such an indestructible force for so long. He'd always managed to get by without feeling badly for any of the horrible actions he had carried out. But this time, he actually felt remorse. He didn't want his niece to feel this way over what had happened. Now, he had really dug himself in deep, and he knew there was no way of fixing this.

A/N: Well, I couldn't help myself. I'm working on a bunch of new stories, and I got too excited to not post any of them up. So, here's yet another Wade Barrett story. I've got big plans for this one! It's kayfabe, and I'm planning on some very awesome things happening here :o) The poll that I have up ends February 2nd, so if you haven't voted, please do! Because I'm working on those stories, as well :o) I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter! :o) Love you! XoXoXoXo