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Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,996
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Taker's Gift
Taker's Gift
Author's Note: Yo! Wazzup! I'm back with my first Undertaker fic. This story is for Laura (cuz we're both big Undertaker fans) and for everyone else's entertainment. Taker is now my favorite wrestler because Brock wanted to pull a fast one on Kurt. I don't own Kane and Taker or anyone in the WWE. Well, I hope you all like this story. R & R pwease! :D By the way, wrestling is 100% real in this fic. No storylines are followed.
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Characters:
Kristina Patrick: 21 years old. A young woman who doesn't like to watch wrestling because she doesn't like violence. A really innocent girl.
Justin Patrick: 29 years old. Kristina's older over-protective brother. He loves wrestling almost as much as he loves Kristina. He doesn't want any rough-neck males near his sister.
La'treece Baker: 22 years old. Kristina's best friend. Ghetto fabulous and proud of it. She's trying to hook Kristina up with a guy that will protect her and won't hurt her in the process. A spunky, sharp-tongued, party-lover. She LOVES watching wrestling.
Mark Calloway: A famous wrestler known as the Undertaker. He's had two unsuccessful marriages and is too afraid to fall in love with a woman again.
Glen Jacobs: Another famous wrestler known as Kane. Mark's best friend and younger half brother. Mark trusts him with his life, as does Glen. He told Mark that not all women are alike. He's a suave ladies' man, trying to get his friend a woman.
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"Ah. This dress is so beautiful!" Kristina squealed in delight. La'treece looked at her strangely.
"Girl. That looks like a Barbie doll dress. You'd look two in that." She said. Kristina pouted. She was about 5'8, 124 lbs. She had bright, shiny hazel eyes, long, thick black hair that ended at her backside and caramel-colored skin. She had a beautiful figure and a sweet personality.
"I suppose you have something better?" she laughed. "Of course girl! Every butt ugly dress on this rack looks more grown-up than that dress!" La'treece laughed.
"How about this red one?" Kristina held up a red dress with sparkles all over it. It was made to show of all her curves and dipped low to show some, but not alot of cleavage. "Oh yeah! That'll do perfectly! Good job girl!" La'treece praised.
"I was just kidding! I can't wear something like this!"
"Oh, yes you can! I'll make you wear this dress if I have to! You're getting a man before this summer's over!" They laughed as they paid for their dresses and left the store. They were going to a get together that a friend of hers set up. She was determined to get Kristina a man.
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Meanwhile, in a hotel, Mark and Glen were talking about the same thing over the phone.
"Man. I haven't been to a get together in years. I wonder if Travis has that old, raggedy, gun we gave him." Glen said as he was pulling slacks and satin shirts out his closet.
"I don't know. That was years and years ago. He probably still does. He loves all his guns. He's a real good hunter. Should I wear white or black?" Glen laughed over the phone. "Didn't know you cared so much of your appearance. You know what I'm wearin'."
"Black and red. Yeah I know. I'll wear black too. I know I'm gonna regret it. It's probably gonna be hot as hell." Mark chuckled. "Yeah. But I'm cool with that. No pun intended." Glen chuckled. "Idiot." Mark whispered. "What?" Glen said threateningly. "Nothing Glen. Get ready and I'll come and pick you up."
"No need. I just got a new Harley and I wanna try her out. She's a beauty." Glen smiled.
"Can't wait. See ya there."
"Bye." Glen hung up and put some leather pants on and a dark red shirt. He got on his bike and sped off.
Mark put on some identical leather pants and a black silk shirt, hopped on his black Harley and rolled out. (He's going all out with the black, ain't he? :D)
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Kristina and La'treece made it to the party fist. There were only men there. "Well shoot. Where are all the women at?" La'treece asked.
"Treece? I don't feel comfortable here. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"I feel ya girl. Two friends of mine went to a party like this once and got gang raped." Kristina gasped. "Are they ght?ght?"
"Yeah. They called the cops and got them all busted. Their men raped them too. Both of them boys got in their car and dipped when they heard the Popo comin'. (A/N: Popo is ghetto for police.) But they got busted too."
Luckily, Justin was there and walked over to them. "Hey Kris. Hey Treece."
"Yo." Answered Treece. "Don't call me Kris! That's a boys name!" She pouted playfully. Justin apologized and gave his sister a hug. She looked around in awe.
"This place is huge! Travis even has his own lounge in this place?!" Kristina asked to no one in particular. A deep voice behind her said, "Yeah. The man's loaded. He hit the lotto a year ago. $10,000,000." The voice made her shiver. She turned around and was looking right into the man's dark red shirt. She looked up slowly.
"Wow." Was all she said. 'He's so tall! He must be about 7 feet! He's very handsome as well.' she thought. Glen smiled down at her. She was as cute as a button. "Hi. I'm Glen Jacobs." He reached out for her hand.
"H-Hi. I'm Kristina Patrick. Nice to meet you." She said shyly. She shook his hand. Just then, Mark walked in the room. He must've been the most handsome man Kristina had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't stop herself from staring.
Mark smiled at her. "Hey there sweet heart. Haven't seen you around. You new?"
She nodded. "I'm Mark Calloway. What's your name?" Kristina could hardly speak. He had such beautiful green eyes. "What's wrong little one? Someone sneakin' up on me?"
"N-No. It's just that.... you're so...." She was cut off by a scream. She turned around and saw Treece looking at Mark with her eyes wide. "You're.... you're... you're.... you're the Undertaker!!!" She squealed. Justin gaped in amazement. "And... you're K-KANE!!! Oh my GOD!! I'm La'treece. I'm your biggest fan! Can I your autographs?" She said one long breath. Both men laughed.
"They're who?" Kristina asked. Justin stared at her in shock. "Surely you've heard about them!" Kristina shook her head. "No, Justin, I haven't. Wait, are they wrestlers?" Justin nodded. "Oh, come on Jus, you know I don't watch wrestling. I can't stand it. It hurts me just watching it!" She said to him. "Shh! Not so loud. You might offend them." Justin warned her. This didn't go unheard by the two wrestlers.
"Don't worry. No harm done. By the way, I didn't catch your name." Mark said. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she blushed.
"M-My n-name is K-Katreeca. I mean Katrina. I mean-"
"Kristina." Justin said for her. "She gets real nervousund und handsome guys. That's how you can tell if she likes you." He teased.
"Shut up Justin!!" She squealed. Mark chuckled. "You thirsty?" She nodded. Mark turned her around and walked towards the bar. He pulled a chair out for her and sat down after she was seated. "You smoke?" She shook her head. "You drink?"
"A little." She said timidly. He smiled. "Shy, huh?" Kristina blushed. "Hold on. Where's La'treece?" She turned around in her seat and spotted her on the dance floor with Glen. They were dirty dancing. "Yeah Glen! Shake that booty!" Mark yelled, teasing Glen.
"Shut your mouth!!" He heard Glen say. Kristina got worried. She wanted La'treece to hook her up, but she was having such a good time over there. 'I won't bother her.' She thought.
"So, what'll it be?" The bartender asked. Mark told him to give him a shot of JD. Kristina asked for sweetened iced tea. "Man, you're gonna get stoned girlfriend. That iced tea's sweetened!" He teased. She giggled. A slow song came on and Kristina started to sing it softly. Mark listeno heo her.
"When the visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes.
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies.
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope.
Keeping your faith that is gone.
The one you should call
Was stng hng here all alone.
And I will take you in my arms,
And hold you right where you belong.
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you.
This I promise you."
"You have a beautiful voice." Mark said softly. "Thank you." She blushed. "You wanna dance?" He asked. She lo up up at him. "I'm not very good." She said. "Come on. You never know until ya try." With that, he grabbed her hand and walked out to the dance floor. He held her close to him and she rested her head on his chest. Mark chuckled. "See? I told you. You were just being modest." He said as they moved slowly. Kristina wanted this moment to last fer. er. 'Wait a minute! What am I thinking?! What am I feeling? He smells so good. No! He's a wrestler! He enjoy hurting people! He's just gonna hurt me! But... why won't I push him away?'
Mark was thinking about the same thing. 'She is just adorable. And so polite. I want to stay with her. Whoa!! Where did that come from?! She'll just break my heart like the others did.' The music stopped and they went back to the bar. La'treece sat next to her and Glen sat next to Mark.
"So, how's it going? You get his number or anything?" La'treece asked quietly. "No! I'm scared to. He might hurt me! I know you've seen what he's done to other men!" Kristina panicked. "Child, please! He don't be hurtin' women! Besides, I think he l you you."
"Yeah, maybe. I think he's the most handsome guy I've ever seen. Such beautiful green eyes. They just pierce their way into your soul. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better."
"You wanna sleep with him?" Treece asked. "What?! No! I don't even know him! Do you wanna sleep with Glen?"
"Oh, yeah! He already gave me his number child. I'ma hit that!"
"You just a freak, girl!" She laughed. Kristina glanced Mark's way and caught him listening over her shoulder. Both girls gasped. "So, talkin' about me and Glen, huh?" Mark said with a wicked smirk on his face.
"Was it bad?" Glen asked. "It was about you. Treece was talkin' 'bout, 'I'm gonna hit that'." Mark smiled at Glen's blushing face. "Oh, La'treece?" Glen called.
"Yes?" She answered timidly. "Come here, sexy." La'treece got up and sashayed over to Glen and sat on his lap. "You called, Master?"
"You got the whole 'Master/pet' thing goin' on already, Glen? Man, you're a freak!" Mark laughed. "Now, young lady, what were you saying about you 'hitting' this?" He tapped his thigh near his crotch. "You mean, I'm gonna hit this!" He stood her up and smacked her butt. Treece squealed and giggled. Mark looked at Kristina and something hit him. "Kristina? You do live in this area, right?" Kristina nodded. "You mind if I stay with ya for a while?" Kristina's jaw dropped. She looked at Treecee noe nodded her head. "Well, okay. What the heck." She smiled at Mark. Looks like she'll her her chance to know him better.
End Chapter 1
Author's Note: Yo! Wazzup! I'm back with my first Undertaker fic. This story is for Laura (cuz we're both big Undertaker fans) and for everyone else's entertainment. Taker is now my favorite wrestler because Brock wanted to pull a fast one on Kurt. I don't own Kane and Taker or anyone in the WWE. Well, I hope you all like this story. R & R pwease! :D By the way, wrestling is 100% real in this fic. No storylines are followed.
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Characters:
Kristina Patrick: 21 years old. A young woman who doesn't like to watch wrestling because she doesn't like violence. A really innocent girl.
Justin Patrick: 29 years old. Kristina's older over-protective brother. He loves wrestling almost as much as he loves Kristina. He doesn't want any rough-neck males near his sister.
La'treece Baker: 22 years old. Kristina's best friend. Ghetto fabulous and proud of it. She's trying to hook Kristina up with a guy that will protect her and won't hurt her in the process. A spunky, sharp-tongued, party-lover. She LOVES watching wrestling.
Mark Calloway: A famous wrestler known as the Undertaker. He's had two unsuccessful marriages and is too afraid to fall in love with a woman again.
Glen Jacobs: Another famous wrestler known as Kane. Mark's best friend and younger half brother. Mark trusts him with his life, as does Glen. He told Mark that not all women are alike. He's a suave ladies' man, trying to get his friend a woman.
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"Ah. This dress is so beautiful!" Kristina squealed in delight. La'treece looked at her strangely.
"Girl. That looks like a Barbie doll dress. You'd look two in that." She said. Kristina pouted. She was about 5'8, 124 lbs. She had bright, shiny hazel eyes, long, thick black hair that ended at her backside and caramel-colored skin. She had a beautiful figure and a sweet personality.
"I suppose you have something better?" she laughed. "Of course girl! Every butt ugly dress on this rack looks more grown-up than that dress!" La'treece laughed.
"How about this red one?" Kristina held up a red dress with sparkles all over it. It was made to show of all her curves and dipped low to show some, but not alot of cleavage. "Oh yeah! That'll do perfectly! Good job girl!" La'treece praised.
"I was just kidding! I can't wear something like this!"
"Oh, yes you can! I'll make you wear this dress if I have to! You're getting a man before this summer's over!" They laughed as they paid for their dresses and left the store. They were going to a get together that a friend of hers set up. She was determined to get Kristina a man.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, in a hotel, Mark and Glen were talking about the same thing over the phone.
"Man. I haven't been to a get together in years. I wonder if Travis has that old, raggedy, gun we gave him." Glen said as he was pulling slacks and satin shirts out his closet.
"I don't know. That was years and years ago. He probably still does. He loves all his guns. He's a real good hunter. Should I wear white or black?" Glen laughed over the phone. "Didn't know you cared so much of your appearance. You know what I'm wearin'."
"Black and red. Yeah I know. I'll wear black too. I know I'm gonna regret it. It's probably gonna be hot as hell." Mark chuckled. "Yeah. But I'm cool with that. No pun intended." Glen chuckled. "Idiot." Mark whispered. "What?" Glen said threateningly. "Nothing Glen. Get ready and I'll come and pick you up."
"No need. I just got a new Harley and I wanna try her out. She's a beauty." Glen smiled.
"Can't wait. See ya there."
"Bye." Glen hung up and put some leather pants on and a dark red shirt. He got on his bike and sped off.
Mark put on some identical leather pants and a black silk shirt, hopped on his black Harley and rolled out. (He's going all out with the black, ain't he? :D)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kristina and La'treece made it to the party fist. There were only men there. "Well shoot. Where are all the women at?" La'treece asked.
"Treece? I don't feel comfortable here. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."
"I feel ya girl. Two friends of mine went to a party like this once and got gang raped." Kristina gasped. "Are they ght?ght?"
"Yeah. They called the cops and got them all busted. Their men raped them too. Both of them boys got in their car and dipped when they heard the Popo comin'. (A/N: Popo is ghetto for police.) But they got busted too."
Luckily, Justin was there and walked over to them. "Hey Kris. Hey Treece."
"Yo." Answered Treece. "Don't call me Kris! That's a boys name!" She pouted playfully. Justin apologized and gave his sister a hug. She looked around in awe.
"This place is huge! Travis even has his own lounge in this place?!" Kristina asked to no one in particular. A deep voice behind her said, "Yeah. The man's loaded. He hit the lotto a year ago. $10,000,000." The voice made her shiver. She turned around and was looking right into the man's dark red shirt. She looked up slowly.
"Wow." Was all she said. 'He's so tall! He must be about 7 feet! He's very handsome as well.' she thought. Glen smiled down at her. She was as cute as a button. "Hi. I'm Glen Jacobs." He reached out for her hand.
"H-Hi. I'm Kristina Patrick. Nice to meet you." She said shyly. She shook his hand. Just then, Mark walked in the room. He must've been the most handsome man Kristina had ever laid eyes on. She couldn't stop herself from staring.
Mark smiled at her. "Hey there sweet heart. Haven't seen you around. You new?"
She nodded. "I'm Mark Calloway. What's your name?" Kristina could hardly speak. He had such beautiful green eyes. "What's wrong little one? Someone sneakin' up on me?"
"N-No. It's just that.... you're so...." She was cut off by a scream. She turned around and saw Treece looking at Mark with her eyes wide. "You're.... you're... you're.... you're the Undertaker!!!" She squealed. Justin gaped in amazement. "And... you're K-KANE!!! Oh my GOD!! I'm La'treece. I'm your biggest fan! Can I your autographs?" She said one long breath. Both men laughed.
"They're who?" Kristina asked. Justin stared at her in shock. "Surely you've heard about them!" Kristina shook her head. "No, Justin, I haven't. Wait, are they wrestlers?" Justin nodded. "Oh, come on Jus, you know I don't watch wrestling. I can't stand it. It hurts me just watching it!" She said to him. "Shh! Not so loud. You might offend them." Justin warned her. This didn't go unheard by the two wrestlers.
"Don't worry. No harm done. By the way, I didn't catch your name." Mark said. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she blushed.
"M-My n-name is K-Katreeca. I mean Katrina. I mean-"
"Kristina." Justin said for her. "She gets real nervousund und handsome guys. That's how you can tell if she likes you." He teased.
"Shut up Justin!!" She squealed. Mark chuckled. "You thirsty?" She nodded. Mark turned her around and walked towards the bar. He pulled a chair out for her and sat down after she was seated. "You smoke?" She shook her head. "You drink?"
"A little." She said timidly. He smiled. "Shy, huh?" Kristina blushed. "Hold on. Where's La'treece?" She turned around in her seat and spotted her on the dance floor with Glen. They were dirty dancing. "Yeah Glen! Shake that booty!" Mark yelled, teasing Glen.
"Shut your mouth!!" He heard Glen say. Kristina got worried. She wanted La'treece to hook her up, but she was having such a good time over there. 'I won't bother her.' She thought.
"So, what'll it be?" The bartender asked. Mark told him to give him a shot of JD. Kristina asked for sweetened iced tea. "Man, you're gonna get stoned girlfriend. That iced tea's sweetened!" He teased. She giggled. A slow song came on and Kristina started to sing it softly. Mark listeno heo her.
"When the visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes.
And all that surrounds you
Are secrets and lies.
I'll be your strength
I'll give you hope.
Keeping your faith that is gone.
The one you should call
Was stng hng here all alone.
And I will take you in my arms,
And hold you right where you belong.
'Till the day my life is through
This I promise you.
This I promise you."
"You have a beautiful voice." Mark said softly. "Thank you." She blushed. "You wanna dance?" He asked. She lo up up at him. "I'm not very good." She said. "Come on. You never know until ya try." With that, he grabbed her hand and walked out to the dance floor. He held her close to him and she rested her head on his chest. Mark chuckled. "See? I told you. You were just being modest." He said as they moved slowly. Kristina wanted this moment to last fer. er. 'Wait a minute! What am I thinking?! What am I feeling? He smells so good. No! He's a wrestler! He enjoy hurting people! He's just gonna hurt me! But... why won't I push him away?'
Mark was thinking about the same thing. 'She is just adorable. And so polite. I want to stay with her. Whoa!! Where did that come from?! She'll just break my heart like the others did.' The music stopped and they went back to the bar. La'treece sat next to her and Glen sat next to Mark.
"So, how's it going? You get his number or anything?" La'treece asked quietly. "No! I'm scared to. He might hurt me! I know you've seen what he's done to other men!" Kristina panicked. "Child, please! He don't be hurtin' women! Besides, I think he l you you."
"Yeah, maybe. I think he's the most handsome guy I've ever seen. Such beautiful green eyes. They just pierce their way into your soul. I wouldn't mind getting to know him better."
"You wanna sleep with him?" Treece asked. "What?! No! I don't even know him! Do you wanna sleep with Glen?"
"Oh, yeah! He already gave me his number child. I'ma hit that!"
"You just a freak, girl!" She laughed. Kristina glanced Mark's way and caught him listening over her shoulder. Both girls gasped. "So, talkin' about me and Glen, huh?" Mark said with a wicked smirk on his face.
"Was it bad?" Glen asked. "It was about you. Treece was talkin' 'bout, 'I'm gonna hit that'." Mark smiled at Glen's blushing face. "Oh, La'treece?" Glen called.
"Yes?" She answered timidly. "Come here, sexy." La'treece got up and sashayed over to Glen and sat on his lap. "You called, Master?"
"You got the whole 'Master/pet' thing goin' on already, Glen? Man, you're a freak!" Mark laughed. "Now, young lady, what were you saying about you 'hitting' this?" He tapped his thigh near his crotch. "You mean, I'm gonna hit this!" He stood her up and smacked her butt. Treece squealed and giggled. Mark looked at Kristina and something hit him. "Kristina? You do live in this area, right?" Kristina nodded. "You mind if I stay with ya for a while?" Kristina's jaw dropped. She looked at Treecee noe nodded her head. "Well, okay. What the heck." She smiled at Mark. Looks like she'll her her chance to know him better.
End Chapter 1