characters: mark callaway(undertaker)/oc

rating: NC-17 eventually

disclaimer: i dont own any WWE characters or employees that are featured in this story but i do own the oc.

Rating this chapter:R

A/N: Please read and review. im writing another story but this just popped up into my head. he's kinda an asshole for some of it and i dont exactly know where im going with this im just playing it by ear. now if you'll excuse me i have to go and graduate. yay finally. lol. i'll update when i can. later. courtney

chapter 1

Abby MacLeod had been working for the WWE for two years. She was one of the most popular divas on smackdown because of her high flying risk taking attitude and a fast temper that always gave the fans something to watch. In those two years she hadn't really made many good friends, but she had definitely made an enemy. He thought he was so good and that every woman should want him and she had never failed to tell him differently.His massive fram never sent the shiver of fear down her spine like it did everyone else and that bothered him. He tortured her, made her life a living hell with the times he'd show up and the words he said that always got to her no matter how much she looked like it didn't. She wasn't as strong as people thought she was...definitely as strong as he thought she was.

" Hey darling, what sorry sapp from the locker room did you fuck last night? or did you run out of guys from the locker room, have to move onto the fans now?"he said with a sadistic smirk on his face. He hated her, but he didn't know why. Neither did she.

"well it defintely wasn't you so it's none of your business." she shot back.

"and i thank god for that everyday sweetheart." he said back to her still smiling, making her irish blood boil beneath her veins.

" can't you just leave me alone?"

"now what fun would that be?"

"It would show you have a soul."

"but i dont remember, im the deadman, i dont have a soul."

"Yea right, probably dont have a dick either."

"trust me sweetcheeks, that i have. just ask one of those ring rats, they'll tell ya. or maybe they'll scream it for ya like they did for me."

"ok i could have done without that information for sure."

"you know you wanted to know that, in fact you'd like to see just how nice that dick of mine can feel. i can tell."

"your so fucking full of yourself taker."

"not nearly as full of me you would be if i fucked you." He was getting to her more and more and the worst part was he could tell. And then he went for the heart without even knowing it. " then again your not worth it, hell i dont think anyone could even love you. hasn't anyone ever told you that."

She felt like she had been stabbed as the flood of the years that seemed like yesterday came back and she was overtaken by the memories of being told how worthless and unlovable she really was. She couldn't let him see that it hurt though, she wouldn't. At the same time she couldn't help the urge to runaway crying. She didn't cry though, at least not in years. She had to get away from him fast. "yeah, yeah. whatever you say deadman. as much as i would love to stay and chat i'd hate to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man so i'm gonna be the better person and just walk away from your stupidity."

"If thats your way of saying that i win and you lose i'll take it. now run along, go work out, you look like you could stand to lose a few pounds."

"look whos talking, looks like your gettin a little soft around the waist there too."

"i'm not being paid to look pretty though. We all know thats the only reason your here after all. that and you pussy talking vince into giving you a job."

"Ha, thats good . strain yourself with that one? you know mark, you can be a real dickhead." with that she walked away, feeling like she was leaving her dignity with him and trying to salvage what was left of it. He didn't realize how much his words stung her but he had seen the flashes of pain in her eyes at some points and they excited him. He wanted her to feel pain like she had never felt before but he didn't realize how much she had felt already. Seeing her walk away with her head down made him have the urge to go and take away another peice of her, but it would have to wait til after his match.

She got back to her locker room and turned on the tv. He was out there wrestling and the sight of his face brought a flash of unexpected pain to her. Anny felt like she couldn't escape him, he was everywhere. Waiting and willingly hurting her. It hurt so much and not just because of him but because of the memories his words had brought up. she went into a trance thinking of the worst day of her life.

flashback

5 years ago

it was a chilly september day in Dublin. She held the papers clutched in her hand and strood up the steps of what she had once thought of as her home but was now her own personal hell. The bruising in her swollen eye still hurt and her tightly clenched jaw stung from the act of holding it shut that way. her lip was busted and still throbbing and her ribs were sore from the contact of the size 14 shoe from the night before. she was ready for this, it had to be done and she had felt this pain long enough. She opened the door to be greeted by the sound of her husbands drunk shouting already starting in on her. She was reminded just how dangerous he was when he saw what was in her hand.

"Whats that?" his deep, thick irish accent asked.

she worked up her courage and stared into his face emotionlessly."They're divorce papers david. I want a divorce." he tone was firm and steady. He began laughing and suddenly stopped. reaching over her grabbed her dark brown hair and threw her to the ground. His 6'4" frame coming down to pin her to the ground.

"You really are a stupid bitch aren't you. You think you can leave me. You think anyone else will take you. Your not worth their time no one will ever want you, let alone love you. Hell i dont even love you, I just love fucking you until ou can't move, and right after i teach you a lesson about exactly who you belong to, thats exactly what im gonna do. Your mine and if you dont lean that your gonna be mighty sore." with that he drew back his fist and punched her face. her head snapped back and hit the floor with a thud, cutting her scalp.his large hands took a hold of her throat and squeezed tightly. "on second thought, i think i'll just kill you and then fuck you. Might be more enjoyable not having to hear your voice every goddamn day." his gripped tightened more and she couldn't breath, her mind was fading but her hands were frantically searching for something, anything to make him let go. Just as she began to think it was hopeless her hand touch something and without even thinking about what it was she swung, hitting him in the head as hard as she could.he groaned and fell limply against her. only afterwards did she realize she had hit him with the firepoker and the curled point was stuck in his neck. His blood was everywhere as she pushed him off of her, the tears coming instantly. this wasn't how it was supposed to be. she reached for the phone and called an ambulance.

" 911, state your emergancy."

her voice was tear filled and cracked "i think i killed my husband..."

end flashback

When she came out of her memory she saw that mark had won and was in his victory pose, tongue out and eyes rolled. Her pain was fresh and she needed to get rid of it, the quickest way she knew how. No one had ever seemed to notice it but she always wore long sleeves, for one reason only. She walked into the bathroom after she had pulled out her makeup bag from her wrestling bag and removed the razor she always had with her. The blade was fresh and sharp, the best way. She never heard the person walk into the room as she drug the sharp blade across her arm numerous times, staring at her own empty eyes in the mirror and not even feeling the pain at first. slowly it became a sharp sting as the cuts poured blood like always. She reveled in the feeling when she heard the unmistakable deep voice coming from her left. " does that earn me a..." he cut off his crued comment as the scene before his eyes sunk into his brain. "what the fuck?" His eyes were wide in disbelief. He couldn't believe thet the strong woman he had seen earlier now had blood pouring down one arm and a razorblade clutched in the other as he looked into her void eyes. "Abby?"

"what? gonna act like you care now. like you weren't her to just piss me off. just go away ok. it's not that big of a deal." she said turning around and turning on the faucet.

"the hell it's not. And i do care, i may hate you but that doesn't mean that i want you to or can let you do this to yourself." he said

"too bad its none of your business. it doesnt matter. Im fine."

"and i would believe that if i hadn't just seen what i did. What if i hadn't walked in, would you have finished the job?"

"what the hell do you care if i do. You enjoy my pain, you jackarse. besides you said it yourself, im not worth you caring mark so just leave me alone."

"so you can kill yourself? i dont fucking think so baby girl. And i didn't mean it okay, I didn't mean for it to hurt you to the point of you doing this. Dammit, why the hell would you do this over something i said?"

"you think this is about you? Its not. its about the fact that everyword you said is true. i am worthless and unlovable and i dont deserve to live. i should be dead. the world would be a hell of a lot better off with out me."

"stop."

"why?"

"please, i dont know why just stop."

"go away."

"no tell me why. tell me why theres so many. tell me why you do it."

"no"

"i wont leave you until you do."

"well then i guess your stuck with me cuz im not tellig you jackshit you arse."

"then i guess im staying with you until you talk to me."

"Get the fuck out of here."

"no."

"You cant force me to tell you."

"Wanna bet money on that?"

"please i cant take this, just go." her voice had suddenly become weak and exhausted sounding. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms as she, for the first time since that day 5 years ago, cried.