Ceridwen sat in the hotel bar that night. She'd lost count of the amount of times she had refilled her glass, and was thankful she could return home the following day. What had Roman done? What was she going to do now? Before her on the bar lay the one rose she was able to salvage from the bunch. He'd really come to apologise to her, and now he thinks she'd picked Roman over him, Ceridwen thought to herself. The ache inside was worse than when she thought he'd left her to Randy Orton.

"Another, please." She said, answering the barman's enquiring glance. "Make it a double."

"I thought you didn't drink whiskey doubles." said a voice, and she turned to see, of all people, CM Punk.

"There's a time and a place for everything." She replied. She missed the subtle signal to the barman that she'd had enough. Punk shook his head at his friend.

"You're drunk, Ceri."

"As long as it stops me feeling, right now, I don't care." She replied, watching the glass placed in front of her being filled with cola instead of whiskey. She chuckled. "You cut me off, Punk?"

"You need a shoulder. Not a bottle." He said, sitting next to her.

"But the bottle doesn't argue back." Ceridwen said, getting a raised eyebrow from her friend before laughing. "Ok, point taken, alcohol does not solve everything. I know. I just…I didn't want to feel anymore." CM Punk shook his head as he asked for a cola for himself.

"And how's that working out for you?"

"Lousy." Ceridwen leant her head on the bar, wishing for the millionth time she wasn't there.

"Come on, spill. Everything. Tell me what happened, because from the look on Taker's face earlier, he's liable to commit murder."

"Roman kissed me." Ceridwen said, before launching in to an explanation of everything that had happened. CM Punk listened to every word. Ceridwen knew he didn't like Undertaker much, but he said nothing, just listened to everything that had happened. There was silence for a while after she finished speaking.

"It seems to me you're kind of stuck. You feel like you should care about Roman, because he cares about you in this way. But at the same time, you do still love Undertaker." Punk said after careful thought.

"Love him? What? You're talking crazy talk. After everything he's done to me, I shouldn't love him." Ceridwen replied, scoffing at the notion.

"But you do. And you know you do. After all, if you didn't love him, why have you kept that rose?" CM Punk asked, before giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze in reassurance, and leaving her to look down at the rose on the bar in surprise.

RAW came around once more, and Undertaker found he was sat in the car wondering if he could even face going in. Roman would be there. Ceridwen would be there. She'd obviously picked him. And damn, did it hurt. A fleeting memory came back to him, of words Ceridwen had said a long time before. He felt angry all of a sudden. Perhaps she should know how much she'd hurt him in turn? His anger clouded mind decided that yes, this would be a good idea. He left the car and headed to the office for the night where Hunter, Steph and to his surprise, Vince were working out things for upcoming shows.

"Ah, Taker! Brilliant, timing!" Vince exclaimed with a grin, before shaking the mans hand and gesturing to him to sit down. "We were just talking about your Wrestlemania opponent."

"That's exactly what I've come to see you about." Undertaker said with a smile, not noticing the worried looks that Hunter and Steph gave each other.

"You have someone in mind?" asked Vince.

"Yes, I do. The perfect someone, in fact."

By the end of RAW, it seemed everyone knew who was his opponent. Ceridwen had just come backstage and was heading towards the changing rooms when she was physically pulled aside by Steph and Hunter.

"Whoa…what the…what's going on?" She asked noticing the concern on both of their faces.

"Undertaker's picked his Wrestlemania opponent." Steph said gently.

"He…he has?" Ceridwen felt the colour drain from her face. "I'm not going to like this, am I? It's not me, is it?" she asked. Steph shook her head, looking at her husband for help.

"Ceridwen, he asked for this personally. In front of Vince….you have to understand here there's nothing I can do to change this, even if I wanted to…if we wanted to. We can't."

"Oh no….no no no….not that." She said, feeling herself go paler still if it were possible. "I…he…I have to find him."

"Try his dressing room." Steph called after her as she ran off. A hand waved behind her in thanks as Ceridwen rushed away in to the maze of corridors.

"She had no idea, did she?" Steph asked. Hunter shook his head.

"No. And I have a horrible feeling this is exactly what he wanted."

The echo of feet running down the corridor outside clued him in to the fact someone was approaching rapidly. He continued getting ready to go home, putting his wrestling boots in his bag. As he zipped it up, the banging on the door heralded the owner's arrival.

"Taker! Please, open the door!" came the voice. He took his time walking over and opening it.

"Hi Ceridwen, what can I do for you?" he asked, his voice oddly calm.

"What can you do? What the hell were you thinking?!" se asked as she shut the door behind her. He walked over to the bag and carried on putting his clothes away.

"I need a good match for Wrestlemania." He put in his clothes.

"But…Lesnar?! Again!? You know how badly he wanted revenge last time, what makes you think he wont take it this time?!" Ceridwen exclaimed. "He's going to decimate you!"

"You almost sound worried." There was an almost strangled noise of disbelief behind him as she tried to form the words to express how she felt.

"That's because I am! I care about you damn it. I can't watch him destroy you like that!" HE glanced in the mirror to see her eyes were full of tears.

"Why do you care? You made your choice with Roman."

"But I didn't., I didn't want him to kiss me."

"You didn't exactly fight to pull away from him." He stated as the last few odds and ends were put in his bag.

"He took me by surprise, I wasn't expecting him to kiss me. I don't love him!" She said, her voice rising.

"You didn't love me once, or was that a lie too?" he asked.

"Taker, please, I'm begging you. I would bleed for you, you know that!" she said as he turned to face her.

"I thought you said you would never cry for me?"

"That was before."

"Before what?"

"Before I lo…"

"Don't you dare finish that word." He said abruptly. "If you truly loved me, you wouldn't have chosen Roman, would you?"

"But I didn't!" She exclaimed, watching as he crossed the room, brushing past her to open the door.

"Sure looked that way to me. Does hurting you the way you hurt me ring a bell?" He asked, before leaving the room. Ceridwen sunk to her knees, watching as he walked off before the view was blocked by the door. What had he done?

For the next two weeks, there was an awkward silence between the three. Ceridwen could not understand why he would suddenly decide to throw himself against a man who was hell bent on taking his streak, and ruining his career. What had she done to drive him to this? From what she could figure out, it seemed Undertaker had seen Roman kiss Ceridwen and no matter how many times she would explain it he decided she'd picked Roman.

Roman on the other hand was too busy trying to apologise to Ceridwen for overstepping, and at the same time keep himself in with a chance, which was failing spectacularly. Dean and Seth were on the verge of investing in popcorn shares.

And Ceridwen was now trying to focus solely on her own Wrestlemania match. It was her first match, she wasn't going to let her current drama keep her from it. Of course on screen, no one could tell what was happening as she and Randy Orton executed their work flawlessly. Neither knew who was booked to win, although Randy confided to Ceridwen that he assumed it would be her. It was her first mania after all, it made sense.

"Oh go the fuck away, Roman," She groaned as she pulled in to the arena car park. He came over as she parked and got out the car, and turned to face him with a look that clearly said she wasn't in the mood for his shit.

"Look, I know you'd quite willingly throw me off a volcano right now, and that's all fair and right," He said, talking before he got an f bomb hurled his way and holding his hands up as if he was trying to stop her assaulting him. Not that the thought hadn't crossed her mind.

"But?" she asked, sensing his hesitation.

"But I thought you should know, Lesnar is here." Ceridwen took a deep breath.

"Thank you." Roman said nothing else, but gave her a nod and left her alone. Perhaps he was learning, she thought to herself as she began to walk in to the building. Perhaps if he cools it, they could at least go back to being friends. He was a good friend, she would willingly admit that. A glance to her left as she got closer to the entrance made her realise Undertaker was already there too. She hoped he knew what he was doing, though deeper inside she knew it was likely retaliatory, that it was all in order to get back at her. The thought felt like a knife to the heart as she headed to the changing rooms. This was all her fault. If somehow she'd just sucked it up and said her apologies to him that night after Survivor Series, then [perhaps they would at least still speak, if they weren't an item.

"I'm a bloody fool," she said to herself as she entered the changing room. "Why would he want to be with me now?" She shook the thought from her mind, and got changed, before deciding to make her way to the catering area. She was hungry. Off in her own world as she did so, she barely heard the voice that spoke to her. But she definitely heard the ill disguised delight within it.

"Well well well, what do we have here? Taker's girl, all on her own?" She looked up sharply to see Brock Lesnar coming up the alarmingly empty corridor before her. The lack of voices or footsteps told her they were alone, and she didn't like it.

"I am not, nor have I ever been, his girl. I was his apprentice, nothing more." Ceridwen said back, her own voice laced with the same venom she had sent his way last time they met.

"Is that so? Not what I heard going round the roster." He said, approaching her casualy as he spoke, while Ceridwen felt rooted to the spot.

"I'm glad to see the rumor mill still has a use then, even if it is ill informing his opponents."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand he asked for this match? He WANTS to face me. And it got me wondering. What could have made him do this?" He was getting much to close for comfort now.

"Why don't you ask him?" Ceridwen replied, trying to be flippant. It wasn't working.

"I could. But I think you might give me the answer I need."

"I'm not telling you a fucking thing." She said and turned to walk away. Except she suddenly found herself pinned against the wall, one massive arm either side and Lesnar's evil grin looking her in the fact.

"Now sweetie, what's the rush? Now, I get the feeling that this is some kind of game between you and him. He wants to make you hurt, because you did the same to him at Survivor Series. Oh I watched all that, don't you worry. I saw it all." He added as Ceridwen felt her guard momentarily drop at the mention of it. "Yeah, I thought as much. He wants to have you watch him get the shit kicked out of him. And I'm going to do much more than that. I'm going to end his streak, his career. Everything. And then I might just take you too, to seal the deal."

"You wont hurt him, he will kill you before he lets you win. If you so much as break a single bone, I swear to god I will…."

"Will what honey? I'm twice your size. What are you going to do, hit me?" he asked. He wasn't expecting the slap he got in response.

"That's just a taster. I'll make sure I do a thousand times worse." Ceridwen said, not recognising the anger and hatred in her own voice. He moved his jaw as if checking it still worked before smileing at her sinisterly.

"Go right ahead. In fact, come on out in the arena and do it at Mania. After all it's a no DQ match." He replied. He let out a soft laugh as the colour rapidly drained from Ceridwen's face. "Oh no one told you that? I guess they wouldn't know, it was only announced today. Tell Taker I said hi, and I'll see him at Mania. Then I'll see you right after." He added, one of his hands brushing her cheek. She pulled away sharply in revulsion, before he walked off laughing and leaving Ceridwen in a shaking heap on the floor. What had Undertaker done?