Chapter 1: A Girl Can Dream

Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Undertaker (Mark Calaway). The story does not align with the WWE timeline or real life events.

Main Characters:

-Mark Calaway (aka Undertaker/Taker) - at the start of the story he is 34 and he's using his Ministry of Darkness persona. Later in the story, there will be a time lapse where he'll be 42 so he'll look like he did in the 2007's (the peak of his career).

-Breanna Danielle Simmons (Everyone calls her Bre) - a young African American woman who dreams of being a WWE wrestler. At the start of the story she is 20.

Note: If you have a problem with the large age gap or the ethnicity of Taker's love interest you might want to read another story. But also, give it a try. You might like it :)

Bre was sitting at the desk in her room and studying for her biology mid-term. It was her first year in college and she was beyond stressed. Bre graduated at the top of her class when she was in high school, but after she started college she realized just how underprepared she was when it came to more advanced classes. Her high school was in an urban area where most of her peers could have cared less about bettering themselves. Most dropped out before graduation or went into a trade to avoid college. Some even turned to selling drugs.

As she studied, her mind wandered to memories from HS and then to thoughts of her ex boyfriend. She had recently ended her abusive relationship with him. The breakup was still fresh, and she attempted to distract herself by studying but it wasn't working too well. Her brain started to wander and remembered the first time her ex had become physically abusive toward her. She remembered him slapping her because she disagreed with him. Now, she couldn't even remember what the disagreement was about, but that first slap was burned into her memory….

Bre shook her head from side to slide, trying to shake the memory away.

"Don't go there Bre." She rubbed her temples in frustration and tried to focus on the biology notes she had in front of her, but she soon gave up.

She pushed the notes to the side, and opened her laptop and went to her saved videos. She pulled up a video she had her sister record a few days ago. It was a video of her sparring from her wrestling class.

In the video she dominated her opponent…which was a guy. Bre was small for her size, but most people in her wrestling class feared her strength. She was only 5'1 and she was around 195. Most her her weight came from the muscle in her arms and thighs. She did have a few extra pounds in her stomach area but it never slowed her down when it came to wrestling.

Based on the typical standard for women, she was on the heavy side but her body still formed a natural hourglass shape. Her mother constantly told her that she should lose 20 pounds but Bre preferred the extra weight. It helped her out a lot when she was in the ring.

Watching her wrestling video made her smile, and she soon forgot about her abusive ex. Over the last few months she had recorded a lot of her personal wrestling videos. Every once in a while she emailed them to the WWE performance team. She had even submitted a few official applications but so far…nothing.

She always had the dream of becoming a WWE wrestler, even though her family never supported her dream. Her parents wanted her to be a doctor while her grandparents wanted her to marry well and become a housewife. Neither of those lifestyles were appealing to her, but her family constantly tried to convince her that wrestling was a bad career choice.

She did her best to filter out their negativity, and remain patient. She was sure WWE would reach out to her soon. In the meantime, she studied biology in college and pretended to pursue the medical career that her parents wanted for her. She was deep in thought when she heard her mom call her name…

"BRE! Can you run to the store for me?" Her mother yelled.

Bre closed her laptop and sighed. She really didn't feel like going anywhere but some fresh air might do her some good.

"Sure! Be right down." She replied.

Bre got up from her desk, and pulled on some athletic tights and a hoodie. It was a WWE hoodie that had a Undertaker symbol on it. (He happened to be a favorite wrestler, and she also thought his dark persona was hella sexy).

Bre went downstairs to get the grocery list from her mom. She then hopped in her car and headed to the store.

*Driving back home from the store*

Bre was on the way back home. She had picked up the groceries and was in her car jamming to music. She reached down to grab her phone to change the song when she felt her car being pushed toward the rail. She was driving in the right lane on the interstate and a truck had clipped her on the left side.

She quickly hit the brakes, which lessened the impact of the crash. Her car crashed into the rail on the slide of the interstate but luckily it wasn't severe. The right side of her car was damaged and the right side mirror had been taken off but luckily she was in one piece.

She was a bit shaken up, and her muscles were sore because she had been clenching them but overall she was fine. She reached over to get her phone and call her mom to let her know what happened when she heard a knock at her left window. The police maybe?

She turned her head and who she saw shocked her.

There stood Paul Bearer…the manager of the Undertaker!

Her hands began to shake, and she reached over to let her window down. Paul Bearer looked at her with concern.

"Oh my goodness. Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice.

Bre gulped with nervousness.