N/A: This is a reupload of something I published around two years ago. I apologize for the extended leave and change of pen name.

Dominance

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: All names and characters are property of WWE, which means Vince McMahon. I'm not making any profit from this work of fiction. If either Batista or Taker read it, they will probably have a heart attack, Vince will sue me for making him loose two of his hottest superstars, and I will be murdered by the hate of millions of fans around the world. Good thing Reena is not my real name.

Rating: M – that means Mature, folks: violence, dark themes, a bit of graphic sex, homosexuality, and even some incest! Don't like, don't read.

There is nothing in this chapter to justify a M rating though. Just a brief mention of slash.

Pairing: Batista/Undertaker

Basically, I'm following their rivalry from the Royal Rumble 2007 until Taker got injured and left in May 2007.

"The real world is faker than wresling."

My reign as World Heavyweight Champion would not stop at the Royal Rumble 2007. I knew it in my gut before the match even started. Mr Kennedy and his annoying mic skills put up a good fight though; I was almost surprised. But in the end I prevailed. That belt is my life. It represents everything I want: success, power, my undisputable domination over all others. I should know, I took it from the most egoistical, cruel and dominating individual I have ever known. Hunter still won't forgive me for my "betrayal". The Game had wanted me as a pet. Maybe in his own twisted mind, that was the equivalent of a show of affection. But Hunter had been too demanding, too controlling. Had he been stronger, I would have been able to accept it, perhaps. But he was not. I was the most powerful, and I needed to prove it.

Hunter was crushed. Our relationship ended, damaged beyond repair. Had I loved Hunter? At some point, I probably had. He was shining like a sun when I first met him, and as a rookie, I was naturally drawn to him. I was overjoyed when he made me an Evolution member. I was proud when he chose to fuck me instead of Randy. I craved his smile after I won a match, a tap on the shoulder. I thought I would be happy to always be second to him. I supported him, helped him retain and regain the title. "His" title. I worshipped him. Everything then, everything had been about Hunter Hearst Helmsey.

Then the illusion cracked. Randy left. Or was betrayed, whatever you choose. Triple H seemed to get weaker and weaker by the week. Or maybe I just got stronger. Our relationship had always been clear from the beginning: Hunter was in charge, for everything. But I was becoming too powerful. I couldn't take it anymore, to the point where the animal in me screamed for his blood.

I took the belt from him. He couldn't accept it. I crushed him even further in a Steel Cage, left him bloodied and battered, almost unable to stand. He recognized my superiority, and we never talked again.

Those days have been over for years now, and as Ric Flair would say, "I am the Man". I believe I am one of the most powerful wrestlers in the WWE, if not the most powerful. My next scheduled title defence would be at Wrestlemania 23, in roughly two months. Whoever wins the Royal Rumble tonight will possibly take a shot at my title to headline the Granddaddy of Them All. I am not worried, I know I will win. I am in the best shape of my life, and I fear no one. Physically, mentally, I may very well be the best right now. I will take any attempt to take my belt from me personally.

That title is mine, and mine alone.

Only two were left in the ring.

Wrestlemania.

The Deadman and the Heart Break Kid eyed each other, knowing exactly what the other thought.

Wrestlemania.

They fought.

Wrestlemania.

Blood had already been spilt earlier that night. They bled even more.

Wrestlemania.

One of them was launched other the top rope, the other stood proud in the ring.

Wrestlemania.

In front of millions, they both acknowledged each other's strength, paying respect to a fellow warrior. Only for the sake of appearance.

In the mind of the victor, only one thought resounded.

WRESTLEMANIA.

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