"Tell me…"

"You know how I feel."

"Please…I need to hear it…"

"I love y-BEEP BEEP BEEP!" Ceridwen opened her eyes from a blissful dream to the sounds of her alarm clock. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and noticed the time was 6.30. Time to get up. A smile crept across her face as she realised what would happen that evening. Today was the day. She would prove herself to be worthy, prove to him she was willing to go the extra mile. That she would do whatever it took to put the past behind her, and that they could start again. It would all be over after her match tonight, and then he would see just what he meant to her, that she was willing to put herself through Hell in a Cell just for him. Then maybe she would earn not just his approval, but his heart.

At breakfast, the smile on her face was evident. The Undertaker found himself stopped outside the breakfast room by, to his surprise, Randy Orton himself. He beckoned to Taker he needed to talk to him and the pair went to a quiet alcove.

"Don't say a fucking word, just listen." Randy said, as he held up his hand to stop Taker from talking. Undertaker could tell Randy was pretty pissed off, so he let the man speak. "I don't know if you're an idiot, you're blind, or you've had one too many hits to the head. Probably both. But whatever is going on between you and Ceridwen, it ends tonight. Enough is fucking enough." Without waiting for a reply, he then left Undertaker where he stood.

He was right, Undertaker admitted. Randy was unbelievably right. He had to take the bull by the horns, he had to do something. Tonight, he came clean. Tonight he told her exactly how he felt.

Ceridwen arrived at the arena with The Undertaker. Such was his recognition of her now that he had decided to drive her in himself. Though the cameras didn't capture it, the drive to the arena had the car filled with excitement. Ceridwen was more than ready to go, and her enthusiasm had the Undertaker smiling. As the car got to the arena, neither saw Roman Reigns watching for their arrival. Roman watched as the hearse pulled in, and stopped. The camera crew caught the scene as The Undertaker got out, and went round, opening the door for his apprentice. He held out a hand, and Ceridwen placed hers within it, as he helped her to her feet.

"Tonight will be the greatest night in your history, Ceri. You will beat Randy Orton, in a Hell in a Cell match. Together, we will conquer the WWE, just like I did in the days of old. You will no longer be my apprentice. You will be so much more." He smiled, and Roman shuddered as Ceridwen smiled back.

"I live only to serve, Master, I have no desire to let you down." She replied, and the pair walked off. Roman shook his head, heading off also to find Randy.

It wasn't the Ceridwen he knew anymore, he realised. The past few months since SummerSlam, she had become something else. Something quite different to the downtrodden girl that left for the European Tour, and the girl with passion and fire that had gone on to Summerslam. Now she had sunk so in to what was happening between her and The Undertaker that there wasn't much of the woman he knew left. If only he could get through to her, if only there was another way. He tried to clear his head, to think as he walked to the locker room where he knew Randy was changing. He pushed the door to see the guys that had cared enough about Ceridwen to try and do something sat around Randy. He was listening to everyone who had fought with Ceridwen as they discussed her strengths, her weaknesses, and how Randy could defeat her without too much actual damage to her. They looked up as Roman walked over.

"The Apprentice and The Undertaker are here," he said, refusing to call her by her name, as to him, that person was gone. Especially after the conversation he'd just witnessed.

"You sure you want to watch this, Roman? It's not going to be pretty," Daniel Bryan said, looking up as he walked over. Roman nodded.

"I'm watching. That's not Ceridwen out there anymore. It's someone I don't even know." He said, with force. "Whoever that is, they need to be dealt with."

"If you're sure, Roman. I know how much this has to be hurting right now." Said Randy. Roman nodded as he sat down.

"I am. She feints to her left after a missed clothesline, so you could use that to your advantage. Her drop kicks are aimed slightly off centre," He said in a deadpan voice, beginning to list everything he knew about her as Randy listened on.

The pair were backstage as Randy went out, getting themselves ready.

"You good to go?" Undertaker looked down at his apprentice, her eyes filled with steely determination.

"Yes sir, you know it." She looked up at him, and he saw it. Saw she still cared about him, it was right there in her eyes. The leaden weight in his stomach dropped hard, and as her own music sounded, he saw the delight on her face.

"You gave me my own music?!" She exclaimed.

"I did. I'll talk to you after the fight. For now, get out there and win this." He said, although his voice sounded hollow to his own ears. She gave him the smallest of salutes, and they walked out. Undertaker walked to the ring, and stood outside as she entered, facing Randy Orton with defiance. He realised as the cage descended, he would have to stand there, not saying a word, and watch her get hurt. Watch her as she bled in front of him. The sight of her in her own blood had hurt before. But, as the bell rang and the fight began, he realised this was all his fault. And now he had to watch it play out.

Unknown to each other, both Roman and The Undertaker felt a stab of pride in Ceridwen's abilities. She had the early lead, she had the advantage. Randy was getting frustrated quickly and it was him who, after a lucky drop kick, brought the weapons from underneath in to play. Chairs came out first, and Roman watched as she was dealt a nasty slap to the face with one. First blood went to Randy. Both Roman and The Undertaker felt as if a vice had squeezed their hearts at the sight of her cut face, but she refused to let Randy pin her, and fought on. On and on the match seemed to go, Ceridwen suffering all manner of weapons being used against her. Undertaker found himself struggling to watch the carnage occurring before him, and desperately wanted to get out of there, and take Ceridwen with him. He wanted to rescue her, but he knew he couldn't. He wanted to pull her free, but he knew she would be furious.

As Roman watched backstage Randy slapped Ceridwen down with a chair. The girl was bruised, bleeding heavily, the ref had wanted to stop the fight but she had refused. Deep inside, Roman just wished she would stay down, but she climbed back up to her feet, using the ropes, and stood tall. Roman looked at his feet and shook his head. Did it really mean that much to her, that she really was prepared to bleed, hell, to possibly end her career, over getting and keeping his approval? His heart? Roman tensed his hands, feeling the nails biting his palm before he let himself release it. What had happened to her, since SummerSlam? The woman that was left...he didn't even know her.

Finally, Randy took his chance and delivered the crushing blow of an RKO, leaving her out on the canvas momentarily, allowing him to pick up the win. The crowd roared and cheered as Randy was hailed the winner.

No….what have I done? Ceridwen rolled over on to her front, and crawled, trying to see through the blood cascading down from multiple cuts on her forehead and head. The ropes were closer than she thought, and she found relief as she was able to grab them and support her weight. She wiped her eyes and looked for The Undertaker, looking to see where he was. She got her answer as she spotted the camera following him walking up the walkway, having turned his back on her. It was almost in slow motion as he walked off, she reached a hand between the ropes as if trying to grab his coat, trying to get him to come back.

"No…come back!" she said aloud, the blood streaming down her face now mixing with tears as she watched him reach the top of the walkway, pause, glance over his shoulder and walk out. Her heart sank, it hurt more than anything as she tried to swallow the feeling of being abandoned by the man she trusted, the man she had given everything to. There was no way he would feel she was worth a second chance now. Ceridwen pulled herself to her feet, stumbling as she did so, in to the arms of Randy Orton.

"Are you ok?" he said, his voice close to her ear. Ceridwen shook her head. She most definitely was not ok. "Get that door open!" Randy yelled. "I'm taking you to medical. Now." Ceridwen simply nodded, she didn't argue, she didn't fight him off, and just let Randy Orton half walk, half carry her out of the arena, to wild applause at what everyone thought was a show of sportsmanship on Randy's behalf.

He helped her to the medical room, passing wrestlers with horrified and angry looks on their faces as they went. He could hear her sniffing, holding back the sobs she desperately wanted to let go.

"It's ok, don't worry." He said in her ear, just loud enough for her to hear. "Things will be ok, I promise." They got to medical, and Randy stayed as she numbly allowed the doctors to assess and treat her, he watched as she answered questions with emptiness in her voice that neither he nor his fellow wrestlers had ever heard before. It scared the living hell out of him, he had never seen her this way.

He left me to the Viper…he didn't stand by me. I thought I had his approval. Ceridwen thought as they looked her over. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. There were no tears left to cry, she realised, as the doctors finished cleaning her up, and gave her the ok, and with a short nod she left the room. Randy Orton followed her, watching her carefully in case she fell down or broke down. Either was possible, considering the state she was now in, physically and mentally.

She reached the car park, and found those she had called her friends, those she had ignored and all but thrown away, stood waiting for her. Seth, Dean, John, CM Punk, Daniel Bryan, Sheamus were there, but Roman was missing.

"You ok, Feral?" asked Randy as she stopped, facing them. Ceridwen opened her mouth to say something, anything at all, but nothing came out. She tried again, and again nothing.

"It's ok, Ceri. We know what it meant to you," Dean said, stepping forwards.

"He betrayed me…he lied to me…" Ceridwen managed. "I trusted him…his judgement, his wisdom…it made me treat all of you like dirt. And when I finally had it, his acceptance, his approval, one loss and he left me to the wolves." Ceridwen found herself growing angry. It was more than that. She still loved him. She still wanted to be with him. And she'd thought he felt the same.

"We've still got your back, Ceri." John said, as they came closer. "What do you want to do"

"I want revenge. And I'll damn well take it," She growled. "Whatever it takes, I will have my say. I've got things to do." She added, before storming off to her trailer.

"Oh shit…" Daniel said, as she walked away. "The fallout from this is going to be catastrophic."

"Someone might want to tell Roman that his girl is on the warpath, and it won't be pretty." CM Punk added.

Undertaker was in his hotel room. No one had even spoken to him as he hurried past, the roars of the crowd following him the further from the arena he'd gone. He was still in his ring gear, he'd just grabbed his bag and left. He couldn't bear to watch her get hurt anymore. He couldn't take it. So rather than let her career suffer and pull her out of there, he did the only thing he knew he could do. He'd turned round and walked away. He sat with his head in his hands, as close as he'd ever been to crying, questioning if he'd done the right thing when the door knocked. He opened it to see Kane stood there. The man said nothing, but held up a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Undertaker was quick to notice it was the good stuff as he let the man in.

"Oh Kane…what have I done?" he asked, taking his jacket off at last as his friend poured him a glass of whiskey. He handed it to The Undertaker who nodded his thanks, and poured himself a glass before speaking.

"What have you done? For the second time in a row, you've broken her heart. But this time I don't think she's going to recover as easily."

Thanks for reading this latest chapter! Hope you enjoyed, and if you did, please leave a review! Thanks! Zelks xxx