NOTE: Sorry it has taken this long to update, two things have happened. I got caught up in the Raven series, and my husband and I have stared to get ready to build a new house. So just to let you guys know, my updates will be slow…I'm really sorry for that. But I will try to post them as I can.

The Undertaker Returns

Part three

Chapter 1

Connor drove the Mercedes hard as the he and his mentor traveled down the high way towards the Los Angeles sub divisions, Mark sat quietly going over papers he had brought for the trip. He was getting Connor's contract and paper work ready for his encounter with the dreaded Mother Lawyer from Hell, or at least that's what the boy had been slightly hinting at.

The retired wrestler began to fidget a bit in the seat, Connor turned and smiled at him as Mark repeatedly tried to get comfortable in the small car, or at lest small for a man of his size.

"Something wrong?" Connor asked.

"How the hell can you be comfortable in this car? It's so fucken small." Mark replied as he moved again.

"It's the only car my mother lets me drive. To tell you the truth, we only have this car and the limo, that's what she usually takes."

"Just one car? Ah thought a woman in her stature would have at least five in the garage."

"Not my mom, she doesn't hold a high value on money. We live in a mansion and it's pretty bare, except for some of the rooms. She's not big on decorations either."

"Then why is she such a big shot at that firm?"

"Call her crazy, but she just loves to battle it out in the court room. I really think she gets off on it."

"Maybe that's where you got your ring fever from." Mark looked around the moving landscape.

"Well…" Connor could light a fire right now, "…it's actually from my dad. He loved wrestling, and since I've never met him, I just thought I would get into it as a way to get to know him. Sounds stupid, doesn't it?"

"Naw…" Mark smiled, it was the first time Connor had spoken about his father, "…it's not stupid. What happened to him, your dad?"

"He died before I was born, I don't think my mother has ever recovered from it. She won't talk about him, or at least not to me."

"Did he die in the ring?"

"No, I'm not really sure how he died, can't breath a word about it to mom, she goes ballistic."

"Sounds like you've tried." Mark chuckled.

"I think it's the only time she would freak out on me, other than that, great mom. I remember that she was always home when I came off the school bus after school, the smell of cookies in the oven would fill the house."

"She doesn't sound that bad." Mark commented.

"Yeah well, be her employee or her opposition in any manner and you'll see a true demon." Connor smiled.

"You just leave the woman to me, Ah'm sure we can talk like civilized people."

"You know, Mark? I really hope you can get through to her. She is a very over protective mother, I know she's terrified of loosing me like she lost my dad. She loved him very much, I know she still does."

"Hmmm…" Mark began to think what it was like when Sara left him, but she was still alive and Connor's dad was six feet under. Similar but not, "How much farther, boy?"

"We're just passing West Hollywood and coming to Beverly Hills, that's where we live, just a few more minutes."

"Finally, Ah can get my ass out of this tin can. We should have taken my truck, at least we would have a hell of a lot of room."

Mark shook his head as he starred at the Californian scene as they pulled into Beverly Hills, "What's she like?"

"Mom?" Connor smiled.

"Yeah, what's her thing, other than the court room drama?"

Connor thought for a moment as he drove past some of the most expensive homes in east Beverly Hills, "Um…well…she loves to sing and she does sing like an angel… she likes to ride, she's taken me a few times to go ridding at a client's ranch. Come to think of it, she really doesn't do much for herself. I remember growing up, everything she did was for me. She cut work early to see me walk off the school bus, she threw the biggest birthday parties for me that no one here had ever seen. She had Chris Angel perform once, that was cool. I don't think she has any 'thing', or at least she's keeping it to herself. She's really very secretive about herself…"

"Sounds like she's got something to hide." Mark replied as the car pulled up to a set of large raw iron gates that were held in secure fashion upon tall brick fences.

"We're home." Connor smiled as the gates began to open on their own, the car began to roll slowly past the gates as Mark starred at the gardens of flowers and trees that decorated the front yard of the great building that seem to stand alone at the end of the drive way.

The house itself was the biggest that Mark had ever seen, the dark bricks on the outside walls and the oddly shaped windows gave the house a possessed look, the black double doors with no windows gave the house a very unfriendly feeling.

"Who decorated this place?" Mark asked as she finally got out of the car and stretched his long cramped legs.

"Mom, it adds to her character." Connor replied as he popped open the trunk of the car and pulled out the bags.

He handed Mark his duffel bag and carried his own to the front doors, Mark starred at the two stone gargoyles that starred back at him with ferocious grimaces. Connor strolled right in as Mark followed behind still examining his new surroundings. There was Marble everywhere. Black marble on the floors, white marble on the stairs, even a very dark marble like rock lined the walls of the large foyer, it gave the former Deadman the feeling he was in a crypt.

"Cozy." Mark smiled.

"I'll show you to your room, mom should be home in a couple of days." Connor began walking up the giant spiral stairs up to the second floor.

As Mark followed, he spotted the photos that hung around the walls of the stairs. He knew that the boy in the photos was Connor growing up, but the woman who was with him made his eyes grow large in shock and wonder. He first looked at the picture of little Connor, who must have been at lest five as the time, he was sitting on a little black bony with a red birthday hat on his head. The woman standing beside him, dressed in a white sundress, and holding the pony's reins made Mark's heart stop beating for just a moment. Those clear blue eyes, the perfect face, the light brown hair with blond highlights neatly pulled back in a long pony tail. It was her, she was haunting his dreams.

He looked at another photo, Connor was dressed in a suit, he must have been at least fourteen and big for his age. She was standing beside him, dressed in a long black gown, her hair the same, her face the same. It looked like she had never aged.

The third one almost made him fall back against the railing. Connor was dressed in a navy blue graduation down, she was standing on the right side of him, she hadn't aged a bit, but it was the shorter than average man that stood at Connor's left that made Mark jump. The man was Latino, that greasy black hair, those dark and mischievous eyes, and moustache…his eyes had to be lying to him. The man dressed in a white suit, it looked just like the late Eddie Guerro.

But it couldn't be! Eddie has been dead for over twenty five years! This picture must have been taken only two years ago, when Connor graduated from high school! The man couldn't be Eddie!

Mark looked more at the photos, sure enough, the Eddie look-a-like was in some of the pictures. He looked back at the woman, the woman who this young man claimed was his mother. She had been in his thoughts for twenty years, he thought she was just a fever dream…then…then years ago he found a picture of her…now? Now he was in her home…with her son. A boy that resembled him a little too much.

"Mark?" Connor called from the top pf the stairs, "What's up?"

Mark calmed himself down, now he knew that this was no incident that the boy had come to him, Connor was keeping his own secrets. He hated secrets, and he was definitely going to find out that he had to do with this strange family.

"Is this your mom?" Mark asked innocently.

Connor smiled, "Yeah, that's her. Don't let her looks fool you, she's a lot older than she looks."

Mark smiled, "I bet."

Chapter 2

Mark looked around the guest room, it was definitely barren of any decor. Just a king-size bed and a few dressers, that's it. At least the bed looked inviting, but nothing else in this cold house felt like home. Mark began to pull out his clothes from his bag and settle them into the dressers, he knew he was going to be here a while, he was going to get to the bottom of this little mystery.

Too many things didn't add up, he's had his suspicions since Connor first walked into his gym. The kid was too good to be true, the boy was too much of a natural in the ring. He looked too much like he did at that age, even though Connor was faster than he was. And the mysterious Uncle that taught him how to wrestle? The Eddie look-a-like? His mother's face had been haunting his dreams over and over for twenty years! A woman who did not age…what the fuck was going on in this house? Mark was starting to feel like he was in a Twilight Zone episode, he could barely hear the eerie music play in the background of his mind.

After placing all of his things in the drawers, Mark slowly walked out of the room and looked around. He knew that the master bedroom was down the long hall and next to it was Connor's room. The spare bedroom was at the other end of the house, far from the family's sleeping area. Mom must not like having company over.

As he walked down the hall, he could hear the shower running in Connor's room, the boy did say he was going to take a shower after the long ride here. He was glad, the boy took long showers and that would give Mark a little time in the mom's room. Just to poke around and get a feel, he wasn't sure what he was looking for, but Mark knew a set up when he saw one, and he was being set up for something.

Connor's cell phone began to ring inside the room, Mark paused as he heard the shower go off and wet foot steps running to answer.

"Hello?" Mark stood close to the door, it could be the mother.

"Hey baby…" Connor's voice became soft and sweet, it was the girlfriend.

"I'm home now…yeah, he's here too. Oh baby, I am so terrified right now, I'm fucken shaking in my shoes! When are you coming home, I really need you right now…really? Want me to shimmy over there right now? It'll only take a second…oh…you're dad's there right now…tomorrow? That's great! As long as it's before mom comes home…Baby, I don't know how she's going to take it" There was a long pause, Mark would give anything to hear what she was saying to him right now, the girlfriend seemed to know what was going on, "…Cathy sweetheart, trust me, if we want her blessing, then I have to do this…oh baby, I'm scared too…but it'll be alright, I know it will…she's my mother, how long can she stay mad at me?"

So the mother wasn't up to this, just the kids, Mark was realizing.

The kids where terrified of this woman, was that why he convinced Mark to come here? To talk on behave of them? Maybe...but there was much more to this than just to get mom's blessing…for a wedding?

A low growl sounded behind mark, he slowly turned around and came face to snout with the largest rottweiler he had ever seen. The dog's coat was glossy black and his markings were a dark brown, he could hardly make out where the colors met in the fur. The dark eyes starred intensely at the stranger, the bright white ivory grinning back at Mark made him take a few steps back. There was a slate black thick iron chain around its neck. The animal's growl became louder as it took a few steps towards him.

Mark didn't feel scared, but there was a strange aching in his chest, the ach slowly turned into a sharp pain and he began having difficulty breathing. The guard dog took another step closer as Mark found himself loosing his balance, but he leaned against the wall for support. As the growling grew louder, so did the pain in his chest. It seemed that the animal was somehow causing the pain, or was it all in his head and he was just having a heart attack.

The bedroom door flew open as Connor, fully dressed, starred at Mark with worried eyes, "Mark? What the fuck?"

Connor turned to the dog, "NEC! Release! I said release!"

The dog stopped his growling and lowered his lips over his teeth, Nec then sat on his haunches and waited for Connor to command him again. Connor helped Mark up as he began to catch his breath, "Are you ok?"

Immediately, the pain in Mark's chest stopped, his breathing became normal, "What the fuck it that thing?" He demanded.

"Sorry about that, that's Nec, my mom's dog."

"Nec? She named him Nec?" Marc starred at the dog, who starred right back at him.

"She named him Nec because just like her, he goes for the neck." Connor tried to laugh, but Mark didn't feel like smiling.

"Ah think Ah should go lay down, it's been a rough trip." Mark stood on his own two feet as Connor starred at him in confusement.

"I'm really sorry about Nec, he's usually not like this…"

"He's a good guard dog…" Mark replied as he reached his room, "…just doing his job…" …in a very weird way…

Chapter 3

The black stretched limo drove around the streets of Huston until it pulled up to the side of the curb directly in front of the gym. The drive rushed out of his seat and ran around the back to open the door for his boss. A few of the junior wrestlers at The Lair were outside having a smoke as they looked on with curious eyes. They wondered what famous wrestling star or diva was visiting today, they began their cat calls as soon as they saw the perfectly shape legs with six inch black stiletto pumps come out of the limo and onto the cements side walk. They watched as the current CEO stepped out of her limo, her clear blue eyes giving the young bucks an evil look.

She was not happy. Furious, enraged, and betrayed…and terrified beyond belief. Her own son had been lying to her for the past four months. He directly disobeyed her and came here behind her back, this is where his file said he was training from, she hoped that his trainer wasn't here when she confronted him.

A tall older African man stood up behind her, his hair was short and grey that stood out from his dark skin, "This is it, Mrs Fir." He said in a thick accent of his native home, "this is where Connor has been training."

"I can't believe he did this, Valence. I can't believe he went behind my back and did this. He is so stupid!"

"You raised him here, my friend. Not in your homeland." Her long time companion replied, "He is still a child Lucy, he is searching for his roots to become a man. I have warned you that he would seek out his father."

"I forbidden him to do that and he directly disobeyed me!" Lucy said a little louder as she walked into the gym and looked around as she scanned the students and trainers, it didn't look like Connor was here.

"Can I help you, sugar?" Old Joe called out from the ring as two of his boys were practicing, "You seem out of place here, baby doll."

"You call me baby doll once more and I'll sue you for sexual harassment." Lucy gave that snobbish and dominate smile.

"You must be Connor's mom, mind you don't look old enough to be his mother." Joe replied, she was definitely a bitch.

"I am." She replied in that cold tone of hers and she used many times before in the court room, "I am here to diminish his contract with WWE and take him back home, now…where is he?"

Joe immediately did not like the tone this woman was taking, he had heard of overbearing mothers before, but this one was taking it a little too far. No wonder Connor didn't want her knowing, she probably had his entire future lined up, without his input of course.

"Sorry Mrs Smith, but Connor's not here."

"Mrs Fir. He is using an alias. While I'm here, I'll take his belongings with me. Where is he staying?"

Joe now felt bad for the kid, "He's gone back home, to talk to you."

"Good." Lucy was happy to hear that, at least he was going to fess up, "Then I will just take his things now…"

"He doesn't have anything here."

Cassy could over hear the discussion out side her dad's office, the woman's voice was oddly familiar and called her attention. She looked out the door and took a few steps back in disbelief, the woman dressed in black fur and Armani, Cassy never forgot that face.

"Oh my god…" She whispered, "…it's her…it's my angel…"

"I am taking my son out of this place and he will be placed back in Yale, sir." Lucy raised her voice just a little high at Joe's last comment, "Do not contact him ever!"

Cassy watched the woman walk out with her adviser right behind, this woman couldn't be her angel. This woman was cold, mean, and heartless. Her angel, Cassy felt love and compassion from her angel, she remembered her tears on her gentle face. At least she thought she was an angel, but that woman was flesh and bones, there were no gossamer wings and a aura of heavenly lights around her.

After the CEO had left, Cassy came out and walked up to the ring where Joe was, "Joe? Who was that?"

"That piece of work, baby doll, was Connor's mommy." Joe replied.

"That was Connor's mom?" Cassy asked again in disbelief, "Oh my God…Connor's mom…"

Chapter 4

Connor leaned back against the back of the leather sofa in the living room, he and Mark had just finished off an entire pan of Shepard's pie he had found in the freezer and threw in the oven for supper. His mother always had meals ready in the freezer, home cooked meals she had made in advance.

Mark leaned back himself as the two watched a basket ball game on the big screen TV, "That was good for frozen." He complimented.

"Mom's a good cook." Connor replied as he stretched, "One of her good qualities."

Mark looked over at the dog, who was laying by the cold fire place, still starring him.

"Who's been taking care of the dog while the two of you are gone?" Mark asked.

"One of her assistants, Carmon comes regularly. She's been mom's Assistant for twenty years, nice woman."

"Connor, does your mom talk about her family, old friends…"

"No, mom doesn't talk much about herself. I know I have a grand father, lots of uncles and aunts from where she came from, but she never talks about them. She and my grandfather don't see eyes to eye, and there's one uncle that she really hates with a passion. He just happens to be my grandfather's favourite. We never visit them."

"What about your dad's family?"

"Never met them. Mom's one hundred percent against it. She has never told me why."

Mark thought for a moment, it seemed that this woman had kept her son away from all family, brought him here and raised him alone and secluded. Mark didn't know who he felt sorrier for. The boy who grew up without his family and alone, or the woman to felt she had to do it…but why? To protect the boy from some sort of harm? It just seem to make Mark more confused on the real motives here.

"What's her name?" Mark asked, realizing that he had never said who she was."

Connor grinned, "Lucy. Her name is Lucy."

Mark smiled, it was a simple name, but it sounded beautiful to him. Why?

They both heard the front door slam shut, Connor could feel his heart pounding as he hear those familiar clicked sounding off the marble floor in the foyer. Nec sprung from his spot and ran down the hall, that enforced the fact that she was here.

He immediately stood up in fear, "She's home…oh no…she's home…"

Mark could see the panic in the boy's eyes, was this woman that much of a dictator?

"She can't be that bad…" Mark tried to say, but Connor smiled back at him.

"Ok, you stay here, and I'll go see her…" He left the room with the same speed as the dog did, Mark wasn't sure that he was going to like this confrontation.

Connor raced out and slowed down as he came to the foyer, she was standing there, her hands on her hips in utter anger. Her eyes explained exactly how she was feeling right now, she was pissed.

"Mom!" Connor faked his smile, "…you're home…"

"Cut the bullshit, Connor….I know what you've been up to." Lucy replied, she was indeed furious, "When were you going to tell me that you quit Yale? I found your new school…how could you?"

"Mom…I…" He didn't know what to say, he rehearsed it so many times in his head, but now all the words he practiced flew out of his mind as he looked in her angry but terribly disappointed face.

"I told you…" She began to pace, "I FORBITEN YOU TO DO THIS! I told you that you were never allowed to go find him! Ever! You have no idea what you are fucken with! How can you be so…dam I'm so pissed right now!"

"Mom…I'm sorry but…" Connor tried to explain, but she cut him off.

"No, there is no discussion about this. You are not wrestling! You are going back to Yale and become a lawyer! There is no more discussion about this! It is final! My word! Here on earth! It is law!"

Mark had heard the argument, he could hear the fright in Connor's voice. The boy couldn't stand up to his old lady, she wasn't even letting him make his own choices. Why would he dream of this woman? He had never met her before? Surely he would remember her if they had met, she was indeed a controlling bitch. Connor didn't have anyone on his side as she tore him a new one, Mark felt he just had to back him up, the woman wasn't being reasonable at all with her son.

"He's over the age of eighteen darling," Mark said as he stepped out of the shadows of the hall and into the foyer with them, "It's time to cut the umbilical cord and set him free. You can't keep him in a cage forever."

She turned her head at him, starred into his green eyes with her baby blues. There was surprise and disbelief, fear and anger, she just starred at him as she stood still, unmoving as he took a good look back.

It was the woman in his dreams, her face, her eyes, that long hair that fluttered in the wind of that dream. She was not a fever dream, she was flesh, standing quite real in front of him. This was Connor's mother. She seemed so fragile at this moment, too terrified to move, did she recognize him from her dreams? Did she dream of him as he did her?

"Mom…" Connor began to speak in a small voice, "…this is my trainer, Mark Callaway. Mark, this is my mother, Lucy Fir."

"Ah wish Ah could say this is a pleasure, Ma'am, but it looks like you're not hearing what your boy is trying to tell you."

Lucy took a deep breath and sent every emotion she had deep in the bellows of her mind, she wasn't going to fall apart, not again. She had to act quickly and get him out before he suspected anything. But from the look of those beautiful jade eyes, she had a feeling that he was already suspicious, she remember that look like it had only happened yesterday.

"Mr Callaway, I assume that my son has brought you here in an attempt to persuade me into allowing him to wrestle for your company. I apologise that you have wasted your time. Connor is not going to become a wrestler, and that is final." That cold tone would send shivers up anybody's spine, but it did the opposite to Mark.

"You can't make him dance for you just because you're his mommy! He's a grown man! He has the right to do what he wants with his life!" Mark growled back, he wasn't going to back down from this little Queen, "He has talent! You can't just let it go to waste!

"He is my son, Mr Callaway, and I will do what I need to do to protect him! I will not allow him to waste his life on foolish risks!" Lucy snapped back.

"What fucken risks are you talking about?" Mark jumped back.

"Well…" Lucy had to think fast, "he could get seriously hurt! Even die…or worse! Get addicted to the drugs that float around that place. And not just physical, I will not have Connor go into the ring and become one of those humiliating heel characters!"

"Ah hate to break that image you have on wrestling, the risks are not as bad as you think with that narrow mind of yours. And for his character, honey, he was just offered the character of a life time."

"And what character would that be?" Lucy crossed her arms and gave Mark a sarcastic smile.

Mark now crossed his arms and smiled, "He's going to be the Undertaker reborn…"

She dropped her arms at her side, her face was no longer angry, but it had been drained of blood, making her look pale and ill. There was fear in her eyes, blinding fear as her body began to shake as she slowly turned around and faced her son.

"Undertaker?" She whispered as she looked at her son with a mother's fear in her eyes, "No…"

She grabbed Connor's shirt with her fists and pulled him roughly down to her, "You are never going to be the Undertaker!" She growled, "NEVER!"

Her hands where shaking as Connor starred at her in confusement, "Mom, he's just a character…"

"Never! Connor! Never will you be that man! Never!" She replied.

Mark said nothing as he watched her reaction, she acted like she was terrified of that name, why was she terrified of a character?

Connor slowly pried her hands off his shirt, "Mom, it's ok, nothing's going to happen to me. I'll be ok…"

Lucy pulled her hands free of him, "No! You will not be the Undertaker! I won't let it happen…"

She turned from them and ran up the stairs, the dog followed closely behind, he stopped mid way and looked back at Mark, a short growl from his muzzle sounded just as he continued up the stairs after his mistress.

"She's really pissed…" Connor tried to smile.

"Yeah…" Mark's mind was working a mile a minute, it was getting too weird here. Lucy went ballistic when she heard that Connor was offered to be the new Undertaker, she was no longer in control when she lashed out, she was scarred shitless! It was so…strange. Everything here was strange. But Mark was going to find out what the fuck is going on in this dysfunctional family, and what the fuck it had to do with him.

To be continued