Without Darkness

I'd become Undertaker's Manager after Paul Bearer had betrayed him. I and some other models had been hired by the WWF to act as escorts for some of the wrestlers. I had hated the idea and had told my agent so at the time. I was getting too old for this modelling lark and just wanted to find a job where I could put my business degree to good use. But he had insisted that I just go and see what they were offering and very reluctantly I had agreed.

Vince had been very persuasive, not letting up until I had agreed to at least give it a go. He told me that he had already decided who I was to accompany but he wanted me to look at some pictures of the wrestlers so that he could see whom I would have picked. There were a lot of pretty faces but only one photo caught my attention. The eyes of the man just seemed to reach out and grab hold of me. After a few minutes of just staring at the picture I pointed a shaky finger at it.

I met Undertaker for the first time the next day. He was an imposing figure of a man showing no emotion as we were introduced, just looking me up and down passing judgement. I think I must have passed, as he didn't throw me out of any door or window. I held my hand out and watched as it was swallowed by his much larger one. Feeling a tingling sensation building up I withdrew my hand. I looked up to see if he had noticed anything but, if he had, his expression wasn't letting on.

Taking me to the wardrobe department he stood in quiet conversation with the woman in charge, totally ignoring me. The woman took my measurements and a few days later I was presented with my new ring outfit. Undertaker's only response was a nod of approval when he saw me wearing it. He placed a contract in front of me to sign. At my protest that I had already signed one he told me that `a few things had to be added', but it was `nothing to worry about'. With him standing over my shoulder, I signed it without checking it. I was given a ton of videotapes so that I could update myself on all the storylines, spending many a late night, drinking coffee and jotting down my observations and ideas in notebooks.

Undertaker used to ignore anything that didn't involve the destruction of his current opponent. But during one match, seeing me been harassed by another wrestler, he had fallen backwards over the top rope, landing on his feet between the wrestler and me. Taking my hand he had led me to another side of the ring and them pummelled the wrestler. Later I had asked him `why?' but he had refused to give an answer other than `I had my reasons.'

Currently Undertaker was fighting Shawn Michaels for the WWF Championship. Everything had been going his way until Triple H and Chyna had shown up at ringside. Undertaker was now spending most of his time chasing them off. I could see that he was getting frustrated with the whole thing, not that you could tell by his expression, so after he had chased them off once again I grabbed his arm and leant my body into his so that I could whisper to him. "Undertaker, forget about me and concentrate on the match."

He looked down at me then nodded. Heading back to the ring he started pounded on HBK again. I became so engrossed in watching the match that I forgot to keep an eye on the ramp for unwelcome guests. Movement out of the corner of my eye was my first indication that Triple H and Chyna were back. Most of the match it had come down to a foot race between the three of us, which I had won, mostly with Undertaker's help.

Looking around I saw that I was trapped between the two of them, and they were carrying the obligatory metal chair. I managed to dodge Chyna's chair shot only to step straight back into Triple H's. It cracked across my spine forcing me to my knees as the air was forced from my lungs. Looking into the ring I saw that Undertaker was tied up in the ropes, right above me and would be unable to rescue me this time. HBK was shouting instructions to his friends while pounding on the trapped Undertaker. Triple H pulled me too my feet and whipped me towards Chyna who hip tossed me to the ground. Unfortunately, the ring steps were between me and the ground. My back and hips connected painfully with the sharp corners and I blacked out as pain ripped through my body.

I came too hearing the ring announcement that "Undertaker has won the match as a result of a disqualification." `Damn', I knew that the belt couldn't change hands through a disqualification, which meant that HBK was still the WWF Champion. I could also hear JR screaming, "We need help down here!" and something about someone been "broken in half!" Hoping that Undertaker hadn't been hurt I made the mistake of trying to move and blacked out again.

The next time I came to there must have been ten people crowding around me. Paramedics, WWF officials, Undertaker and even Vince McMahon, `must be bad if Vince is here'. There was a mask over my mouth and one of the paramedics was preparing an injection. Noticing that I was awake Undertaker knelt down beside me, a trickle of blood running from his forehead, I reached a hand up to brush it away and he took my hand in his. His face, as usual, showed no emotion but I could see the anger in his eyes.

The sharp scratch of the needle entering my arm was quickly followed by a tingling sensation as the drug worked it's way through my body, numbing the pain. Hands eased me up as they placed a backboard under me. Even the drug wasn't strong enough to mask the pain caused by the move `here we go again' my drug soaked brain said as once again I passed out.

At the hospital the doctor cheerfully diagnosed me as having "A fractured pelvis and severe bruising of the spine." He told me this while jabbing me in the arm with yet another painkiller. `Human pincushion, that's me.' I was lying in a private room and from what the doctor had told me I would be here for some time. The painkiller was starting to work, making me feel all drowsy again when Undertaker came into the room, a plaster covering the cut on his forehead. He looked at me then sat down beside the bed. I realised that he was still wearing his ring outfit.

"My God, the knock you took and you're worried about my head!" He stood up and started pacing around the room. "I'm gonna kill them for this!" I almost, but not quite, felt sorry for HBK and his little gang when I heard the venom in his voice. His anger was slow to build, giving plenty of warning to back off, but when it exploded it was always a good idea to put on running shoes and head for higher ground.

"You don't need a manager, especially one that can't even protect herself. I've lost count of how many times you've had to rescue me. Hell if had been able to protect myself you would have been the champion by now." I was babbling, trying with desperation to get him to see my point of view. He turned to face me the look in his eyes making any further words dry up in my throat. I'd made him angry, `oh boy'.

He left the room and I sighed in relief. "Well that could have gone better." It looked like, for Undertaker's sake, I was going to have to arrange a disappearing act. I could feel a trip back home to England looming on the horizon. The painkillers started kicking in, visions of sitting at home with a drum over my head with Undertaker standing there with a box of matches, followed me as I drifted off to sleep.

The voice was coming from all around me, echoing through the fog that was obscuring my vision. `Fog? In a hospital room?' Looking down I realised that I was wearing my ring outfit. Figures appeared gliding through the fog, surrounding me on all sides. There were five of them all wearing white, floor length robes, their faces covered with hoods.

Undertaker had returned to the room, still angry at Raven for wanting to leave him. He had meant every word but he just hoped he hadn't pushed her too far. Seeing that she was asleep he sat beside the bed and waited. He looked at her, wondering what was going through her mind. He decided to find out. Closing his eyes he concentrated on the figure on the bed and did something that he hadn't done since he had broken up with his brother and invaded another persons mind. It was easy slipping in, especially with the drugs in her system preventing her from putting any blocks in his path. He parted the layers of her memory back trying to find her. He went deeper and deeper careful not to pry too deeply into her memories. Without permission it was too close to raping someone for his liking.

He was about to give up when he came upon a fissure leading from her mind to the astral plane. He's seen them before in Kane's and his own mind, but he had never expected to see one here. He walked around the fissure; hanging in mid-air, white light pouring from it's opening. It looked new, the edges were trying to draw back together but he knew that once formed it could never close again. Looking inside he could see an area shrouded in fog. Spotting figures inside he stepped forward then stopped at the entrance and listened in when he heard Raven mention his name.

Undertaker was surprised at what he was hearing. The Dark Ones had told him that the battle was close at hand, but to find that his opponent was Raven, his Manager, was something of a shock. He had always sensed that there was something about her, but as they were on the same side he had never bothered to find out more. Figuring that there was no time like the present, he looked around in her mind for a weapon to use against her. He smiled when he found it, the perfect weapon; she was in love with him. He stepped forward into the fog.

He was delighted at her response to his kiss. He ran his mouth down the side of her neck and her head fell to the side allowing him better access. He lowered her to the ground, leaning his body into hers and opened her blouse, undoing the front clasp of her bra he swept it out of the way. He brought a hand up to her breast, stroking and squeezing gently on one and taking the tip of the other into his mouth, sucking and squeezing with increasing strength. Her head was moving from side to side, eyes shut tight and mouth parted as she moaned. With one last brush of his thumbs over her erect nipples he drew out of her mind establishing links as he left so that it would be it easier to enter her mind again.

I sneaked a glance at him; as usual he looked good. He was wearing a tight black tee shirt that highlighted the muscles in his shoulders and chest, tight black jeans, which were lovingly moulded to his long legs. His dark auburn hair pulled back in a ponytail with the customary black bandanna and dark wraparound sunglasses. He folded his arms across his chest. I shivered at the sight of those big muscular tattooed arms, remembering the feel of them wrapped around my body. He took off his sunglasses and locked his eyes with mine. I'd seen grown men run from the ring when he turned those eyes on them. I just wanted to run too him. No matter how many times I looked at them they still took my breath away. We both had green eyes but his were a lot lighter than mine, with grey highlights. Mine were so dark that they were easily mistaken for brown from a distance.

That morning set the pattern for the rest of my stay in hospital. At night the `Keepers of Light' taught me how to control my powers, but they let me wake believing that I had been dreaming. Most mornings Undertaker would visit me before going off to punish HBK and Co. Every time I got the pains in my head the only thing that would ease the pain was Undertaker's touch. I didn't mention the headaches to the Doctors, as the pain was gone almost as soon as it came and I didn't want to be in hospital any longer than necessary.

"Maybe this will help then." Standing behind the chair he rubbed her shoulders easing the tension out of her body while easing back on the pain. She moaned as his hands worked over her. Easing his hands down he rubbed the tops of her arms, deliberately letting the backs of his hands brush against the sides of her full breasts. He knew he could, and probably should, destroy her before she discovered how to use her power, but seducing her into his power would be so much more fun and pleasurable. If all else failed he was confident that he could beat her, in fact to make it more interesting he was willing to let the `Keepers' continue with her training.

Looking down he could see that her eyes were closed and her full lips were parted in pleasure. He let his eyes wander over her body while he continued the massage. She was six-foot tall making her less than a foot shorter than his six-foot ten. Her hair, as black as her name, was long, reaching the middle of her back in thick waves. Her eyes were green but a lot darker than his, framed by long thick black lashes, full lips, high cheekbones and a straight nose with the slightest hint of freckles when she had been in the sun.

He remembered the first time he had seen her. Vince had asked him if he would be agreeable to having one of the models become his new manager. He had said no, the memory of Paul's betrayal was still fresh in his mind and he didn't want to be associated with some empty headed woman. After leaving Vince's office he had caught one of the lifts down to the lobby. The lift doors opened and he stepped out, the second lift was filling up with what was obviously some of the models. He watched with only a mild interest as they entered, then the last one caught his attention. Hard not too notice her as she was so much taller than the other women and dressed entirely in black. The other women were all dressed in short little dresses and she was wearing black jeans and a blouse. She was hanging back from the others, talking to someone on her cell phone, she was angry, but trying to hide it. He heard her say that she had `no intention of playing a airhead' just before she sighed and ended the call. With another sigh she stepped into the lift. Acting on impulse he went back up to Vince's office. Looking at the photographs of the models he had pointed to one and declared "Only her."

He had met her, officially, for the first time the next day. He had felt an instant attraction, but as she had shown no interest he hadn't bothered to peruse his feelings. Over the years he had found out minor details about her by asking the occasional question while they were working out together. She was English, only moving to the States three years before they met. At the `ripe old age' of twenty-five she had been about to quit modelling altogether when her agent had insisted she try for a job with the WWF, that was what she had been arguing on the phone about that day. He had quickly learned to trust her judgement; she had a very good head for business and was very observant, picking out weaknesses in his opponents that he missed. She was a quiet person preferring to observe rather than participate. He remembered when he had rescued her for the first time; he'd seen the other wrestler stalking her around the ring, he had also seen the lust in his eyes as he had looked at Raven's body. After the match he had punished the wrestler some more in the locker room, sending out a clear message to everyone that Raven was his.

After lunch we went over a list of his upcoming matches. I pointed out his opponents' strengths and weakness. He stayed right by my side, even sitting next to me as we reviewed videotapes of the wrestlers, the heat from his body warming me. We took a break for dinner then I went over tapes of the matches he had fought while I had been in hospital.

Undertaker was only half watching the matches, for the most part he was watching as Raven took notes. While watching the other wrestlers she had been very analytical, fast-forwarding the tapes to get through their entrances and spent a lot of time flicking back and forth to point out moves that he should look out for. While they were watching his matches she watched all of them including the entrances, a angry expression on her face when he took a beating and when he walked the top rope she kept one eye closed, wincing when the moved failed, grinning when it succeeded.

The last tape was coming to an end when he heard her pen hit the floor, at the same time she leant heavily against his shoulder with a sigh. Taking the notebook from her unresisting grasp he picked her up. Muttering in her sleep she placed a hand over his heart and relaxed. Reaching her room he placed her on the bed and sat down beside her. "Come on." He gently shook her shoulder. "Time to get ready for bed."

As I got ready for bed I thought about Undertaker. It would be so much easier to treat him like the enemy he was supposed to be if he were acting like one. Instead of which he was been, wonderful. I had a feeling that he must be tricking me, but why bother when he could just get rid of me now. I went to bed no closer to figuring it out.

I was sitting astride him trying to slap him around the head, I was so angry that I forgot to use my power against him, reverting to `stupid girlie fighting' in my rage. I could hear him chuckle as he covered his face against my attack. With a sudden thought I poked his waist making his arms jerk down in automatic defence. Before he could bring his arms back up I got in a few good smacks around his head.

He moved again. Watching as Raven's eyes darkened with passion. "Oh, you like that don't you?" He thrust against her again and her legs came up either side of his waist, increasing the contact between them. Another thrust had her back arching, pressing her breasts into closer contact with his chest. Another and she took his mouth in a kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

Suddenly she pulled away from him and screamed in pain. Undertaker found himself back in his own bed. To have pushed him from both her mind and the astral plane she must be in severe pain. He ran to her room and knocked on the door; her only response was a sob of pain. Opening the door he approached the bed where she was lying, face down in the centre. He sat beside her, she moaned as the motion of the bed caused her more pain.

"You've twisted the muscle. I'll massage it out for you." He left the room returning with a bottle of oil. Pouring some into the palms of his hands he rubbed his hands together warming the oil, the aroma of peppermint and lavender wafting through the room. As he admired her body he wished that he could be giving her a massage under different circumstances. "I'm afraid that this is going to hurt."

He started at her shoulders easing the tension from them with soothing strokes. He needed her relaxed as much as possible. Working his way down he kept the pressure light, running his hands in long slow strokes up her back he felt her sink further into the bed as her muscles relaxed under his touch. He started increasing the pressure, digging his thumbs deep into the muscle forcing it to untwist. She shouted, she swore then eventually settled for chewing on her pillow as her fingers clawed at the mattress. Once he had done all he could he finished off with a light massage, working from her neck all the way down to the soles of her feet, once again relaxing her body.

In my eagerness to make sure that I could still walk I'd forgotten he was there and I certainly forgotten that I was naked. As he'd already had a good look at me, I decided to brazen it out. Walking slowly past the bed I made my way to the bathroom feeling his eyes following my every move. I gave a provocative wiggle of my hips before shutting and locking the door, heat rushing into my face.

Undertaker thought about Raven as he walked to his room to take a shower. He had always thought her shy and quiet but now he was beginning to realise that it was her way of containing her emotions. There was definitely a passionate woman under that calm exterior but she also had a stubborn streak a mile wide and one hell of a temper. After her earlier attack he knew she had a lot of raw power but her temper had been her undoing, if she had thought to use her power instead of just her fists he could have been in trouble. Her response to his seduction, and her love of him, left him in no doubt that she would go willingly into his bed, but with her stubbornness he was equally sure that he wouldn't be able to turn her to his side.

Over the next couple of weeks I avoided him as much as possible. Locking myself away and going over wrestling tapes. He never interfered with my `training' but I could sense him looking on. I never managed to confront him again, as he was careful to avoid me. I still couldn't block him from entering my mind, especially while I was asleep, but I was getting pretty good at hiding my thoughts from him and detecting when he was in there. The only time he wouldn't let me avoid him was at meal times or if I wanted to workout. "What if you get into trouble while lifting weights?" I knew he was right; lifting weights with no one around to help is never a good idea. Of course working out with him meant I got to watch him lifting weights. He caught me at it a few times, just standing on the treadmill watching the play of muscles as he lifted the heavy weights.

I knocked on Undertaker's dressing room door and went in. He was pacing around but once he saw me he stood in the centre of the room, his game face fixed firmly in place. He was wearing one of his usual shirts, the one with the two leather `X's' with the leather buckles through them. Shirt open to the top of the first cross showing just a hint of his chest underneath. The shoulders of the shirt were also highlighted with leather strips making it more ridged creating the impression that his shoulders were even wider than they were `as if they need any help'. Looking down I decided that I would have to have another go at him about his boots as they were starting to get rather worn and scruffy. His hair was dripping wet and I knew that the back of his shirt would be soaked. He tugged his elbow pads into place and picked up his long leather ring jacket. I stood behind him while he put it on and moved his hair out from under it. He turned around and I fastened the buckles for him starting from the bottom up. He lifted his chin so that I could do the top one. We'd done this exact same ritual from day one, yet this time seemed so different. "You ready?" At his nod we left the room and waited backstage for his music to start.

Undertaker stepped out first and started his slow walk down to the ring. I followed a few steps behind wearing my usual outfit of skin-tight black leather trousers and a billowy black silk blouse both of which had gothic cross symbols on them that matched the ones on his trousers. The black attire made my pale skin appear even paler especially when I wore my hair loose. The one extra accessory to my usual outfit was a cane, black of course. I was only walking with a slight limp now but when I got tired my limp got worse and I needed the cane.

Reaching the bottom of the ramp he paused briefly then turned and walked to the bottom of the ring steps. Moving the bottom of his jacket out of the way he climbed the steps, I stood behind him with my head lowered as he went through his usual ritual. Smoke rose up around him and he just stood there, then lowering his head slightly he brought his arms up. The lights came back on and explosions echoed around the arena making his opponent and the referee jump. He stepped through the second rope then sat down on it to hold it open for me. This wasn't our usual routine but it made it easier on my hip. He stood in the corner watching his opponent impassively as I undid his jacket and helped him remove it.

"Are you planning on holding the rope for me again?" I talked quietly pitching my voice for his ears only. He blinked, signalling a yes. "He'll probably attack when you've got you're back to him." Another blink. "I'll let you know if he's on his way." I folded his jacket over my arm and made my way to the ropes. Undertaker held them open for me again. At my nod he spun around and caught the approaching wrestler around the throat. Making my way down the steps I passed the jacket to a waiting man and stood by the ring watching the action.

There was a knock on the door and Undertaker entered "Ready to go?" I guiltily shoved the papers back in my bag. I joined Undertaker outside the room and we went home. I was still staying at his house. Not wanting a repeat of the headaches I hadn't mentioned going back to my apartment. That night I went over the contract. Vince was right it was watertight. Basically as long as Undertaker wanted me in the WWF I couldn't leave. But what I wondered, if I could make it so that he didn't want me there.

Undertaker's next match was against Triple H who was, as usual, accompanied by Chyna. But not Shawn as Undertaker had put him out of action for a while. Chyna kept well away from me but not from the match. At every chance she got she interfered, grabbing the referee and tripping Undertaker. After she knocked the ref out she climbed into the ring with a chair. Undertaker had Triple H backed into the corner, his back to her, so didn't see her latest actions. I followed her and grabbed the chair from her hands before she had a chance to use it. Swinging I quickly knocked out both Triple H and Chyna. Then with a move that shocked the crowd to silence, I cracked the chair over the back of Undertaker's head. He fell to the canvas unconscious and I quickly left the ring and went backstage feeling tears welling up inside me. The crowd were booing my actions and frankly I felt like booing myself.

"I've come to give you my answer." His hand reached out in a lightning quick move and I was trapped as his hand wrapped around my throat pulling me closer so he could snarl in my face. "You nearly did it Raven. I came close to telling Vince that I didn't want you around. Then I thought of a VERY good reason for keeping you around. Revenge!" His grip tightened on my throat. I didn't struggle, not wanting to provoke him further. "I know why you did it but I also told you what would happen if you tried to leave me." His grip tightened briefly then relaxed.

He took my lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss, teasing a response from me. His tongue licked at my lips asking for access, as soon as my lips parted his tongue plunged in searching every corner of my mouth. He sucked my tongue into his mouth and encouraged it to explore his. His hands ran up and down my body, squeezing and stroking. I was lost to all reason, his anger I had expected not this. I moaned into his mouth as I pushed closer against his body feeling his arousal pressing against me.

I could hear a telephone ringing. `Great' I thought `I always knew that Hell would be full of people with cell phones.' I opened my eyes and started at a familiar coffee stain. I was lying in a very uncomfortable position on my bedroom floor. My suitcase, still half packed was sitting on my bed. Sun was streaming in through my bedroom window, meaning that it was late morning. Remembering what had happened I checked the time then checked it again not quite believing that I'd been out for over twelve hours. Obviously been knocked out on the astral plane was not a good thing. I rubbed my neck trying to work the kinks out. `If only I could get this ringing out of my head'.

I was right. For show after show they put me with any wrestler foolish enough to agree to have me, or stupid enough to have annoyed Vince. And show after show Undertaker would destroy them then come after me. I soon lost count of how many times he chokeslammed me but it never seemed to be enough for him. Torturing and tormenting me seemed to have become his favourite pastime. In fact he must have been enjoying it so much that he didn't let the fact that a show had ended stop him.

Eventually I was afraid to fall asleep, drinking endless cups of coffee in an attempt to keep myself awake. My health was starting to suffer through lack of sleep and an overdose of caffeine. Constant headaches, that had nothing to do with Undertaker, were my new friends and I was relying more and more on my cane. One day it all caught up with me.

During a live RAW I was standing at ringside when I started to feel giddy, everything was spinning away from me. I rested my head against the edge of the ring and gripped the ring apron as everything started going black. I could hear someone talking to me, my vision cleared slightly and I lifted my head to see Undertaker standing beside me. He pulled me upright and started talking to me but I couldn't hear him, just the buzzing in my head. I held onto his shirtfront and collapsed from exhaustion straight into his arms.

Undertaker had swept me up into his arms, carried me backstage and straight into his dressing room. The only people he had allowed in were the WWF Doctor and a paramedic. After awhile Undertaker had left the room carrying me in his arms again, he had taken me to a waiting ambulance. The paramedics had tried to make him leave but he just glared at them and sat defiantly in the ambulance until they gave in. I groaned when I watched the tape. I could tell what everyone would be thinking now. In everyone's eyes we would have gone from friends to enemies to lovers.

The `Keepers' intensified my training and quickly brought me up to full strength. Undertaker stayed physically out of my way but I could still feel his presence at the edge of my mind, keeping an eye on me and still giving subtle threats. While I was off he and Paul got back together and they started the Ministry Of Darkness, which meant that he would now had more help to make my life hell.

What usually happened was that after the wrestler had either ran away or had been knocked out, Viscera and the Acolytes would stand in the ring blocking that escape route, Paul and Midian would block the route around one side of the ring leaving me only one exit. Right past Undertaker. He would stand there in his floor length velvet robe waiting for me to get close. Then he would push me gently, but firmly, against the ring apron and try to enter my mind.

I was careful to block him after the first time he had wormed his way in. He had tried seducing me and very nearly succeeded, kissing and caressing me in my mind. When he had released his hold on my mind I found that I was kissing him my hands running up and down his back, my body pressed against his. Reinforcing everyone's opinion that we were actually in love. As I had made my way up the ramp they had replayed what had happened `Oh great.' It looked like I had been the aggressor and jumped him. The replay cut to a live shot of him, his lips curved in a gentle smile as he watched me walk away.

I'd made my way through most of the WWF roster by this time and become the most hated person in the locker room area in the process. They seemed to blame me for Undertaker's new attitude `go figure'. Of the ones that were left there were only a few I trusted and one that left a big question mark in my mind when I thought about him. Taking a deep calming breath I knocked on his door. It swung open revealing a darkened dressing room. I stepped over the threshold and the door swung shut behind me with a click leaving me in total darkness.

"Kane?" I looked around wishing that my eyes would adjust to the darkness quicker. Lights started to come on around the room revealing the man I was looking for standing not more than three feet in front of me. I jumped slightly in shock at his sudden appearance. He just stood there staring at me, making me feel very nervous. Since Paul had turned his back on his son, he hadn't exactly been the safest person to be around. I started to back away from him.

"I-I'm sorry I think I made a mistake." He walked forward, head tilted to one side, `not a good sign'. "I'll go now." He tugged on his glove `definitely not a good sign.' I glanced over my shoulder to see how far I was from the door, wondering if I could make it in time. A gloved fist wrapped around my throat and propelled me back into the closed door with a thud. Standing on tiptoes was the only way I could relieve the pressure on my throat. I heard the door been locked then the grip on my throat was gone and he stepped back a few feet. I rubbed my neck with one hand and reached down with the other. The key was gone from the lock. A quick look around revealed no other exits. I was stuck here until Kane decided otherwise.

Undertaker didn't come down to ringside during the match but when the victorious Kane walked back up the ramp all of the members of The Ministry were standing at the top blocking the exit. Undertaker appeared behind them and they stepped to the side, allowing him to walk between them. He walked down the ramp and met us halfway. The look of fury on his face had me stepping back to hide behind Kane. Undertaker went to step around Kane but he blocked the way.

The two men stood eye to eye glaring at each other then with a smile Undertaker walked back up the ramp with one last look at me before leaving through the curtains. I knew they had been talking thought their minds but Kane refused to tell me details of what the conversation had been about. Honestly talking to this man was like pulling teeth, just like his big brother.

At each of Kane's matches I accompanied him to ringside. Undertaker kept his distance, sort of. During all of the matches Paul and Undertaker would stand at the top of the ramp, watching the matches and talking to each other. A couple of times a cameraman had caught the two brothers talking together and one time Kane even went into Undertaker's dressing room. The first I knew of any of these events was while watching them on a monitor. When confronted Kane would just walk away without a word.

At Kane's instruction I stayed in the dressing room while he went to the ring to confront his brother. I watched on the monitor as the two brothers went toe to toe again. Undertaker was talking to Kane in a low voice and I knew that, once again, there was some mind talking going on. Undertaker finished whatever he was saying and stepped back waiting for Kane's answer. Unbelievably they shook hands and a huge smile, that could only be described as evil, spread over Undertaker's face. Kane handed Undertaker a key, which he passed on to Paul who left the ring with The Ministry.

Fearing the worse I rushed to the door and tried it. Locked, from the outside. I was trapped with no hope of escape and I could hear them coming down the corridor and also see their progress on the monitor as they had a cameraman tagging along behind. The key scraped in the lock and the door slowly opened. I stood my ground and waited armed with nothing more than a small bottle of perfume.

Viscera was the first to enter the room, his huge bulk preventing anyone else from getting through the door. "Stay back or I'll hit you." I held up my small weapon. He stared at it then started laughing. "Well can't say I didn't warn you." I let fly with the bottle of perfume and it hit him square in the chest. He flew back though the doorway and landed in a heap against a wall five-foot away.

The rest of The Ministry stood looking at Viscera, wondering what the hell had just happened. They soon recovered themselves and charged as one taking me down by sheer weight of numbers. Grabbing my arms they pushed and pulled me out of the room, past a bemused cameraman that had, luckily for me, been unable to see into the room.

A mental picture of being strung up by my neck flashed into my head and I projected it out to Kane and Undertaker without realising. Undertaker laughed and I could sense Kane smiling under his mask as they both got the picture. Undertaker leant close and whispered in my ear. "Kane wouldn't have let me have you back if he thought that."

A picture flew from him to me of the two of us joined intimately together. Heat stabbed through my body and I sucked in a breath catching the wonderful scent of him. I closed my eyes and savoured the image, swaying slightly as desire spread through my body. I stepped close to him, feeling the heat radiating from his body, and placed a hand on his chest, my fingertips resting over the cut out in his shirt, feeling his heart beating strongly against the palm of my hand.

I could feel his words vibrating through his chest under my hand. "Okay… I give in." He rewarded me with a kiss that seemed to go on for hours yet didn't last long enough. I didn't care that we were standing in a ring surrounded by thousands of cheering fans. He could have made love to me there and then and I wouldn't have objected. Even after all we had done to each other I still loved him with a passion that defied all reason.

Kane stopped us before we left the ring. Paul stepped quickly away from his son. I could see the pain in Kane's eyes as he watched his father. He turned back to me his head tilted on one side as he spoke to me with his mind. "I received a message for you last night. I'm not sure what it means but maybe it will mean something to you. `Without darkness there can be no light'." It sounded familiar but I couldn't quite place where I had heard it before.

While I waited for Undertaker to come for me I tried to calm myself down by meditating. `There will still be some punishment involved.' His earlier words popped into my head interrupting my meditation. I'd been so caught up in him and his mind picture that I'd forgotten that threat. Standing up I started pacing around the room.

As Raven attempted to step around him Undertaker stepped into her path and locked his arms around her when she bumped into him. She struggled momentarily, but just the very act of been close to him had her calming down again. Bending his head he took her lips in a gentle kiss that left her holding onto him, a small whimper of need escaped her lips. "Just trust me Raven and everything will be alright. I promise."

Entering his house he removed his bandanna and blindfolded Raven with it. Denying her one of the most important senses he made her prove that she trusted him. Leading her by the hand he led her through the house to his bedroom. Only speaking to give her instructions on any obstacles in her path. Reaching his room he stripped off her clothes, kissing and caressing her body until her legs buckled and she sagged against him. Leading her to the bed he made her lie face down upon it then left her while he collected some supplies. Moving her arms up he tied them one to each corner of the headboard using some more of his bandannas. She pulled slightly testing how strong the bonds were. Shivering as he trickling a hand down her spine and left leg. Gripping the ankle he positioned her leg and tied it to the bottom corner of the bed using a belt from a dressing gown. Moving on to the right leg he repeated the process.

He stripped quietly out of his clothes watching her as she tried to figure out where he was and what he was doing. Picking up a cushion he lifted her by the waist and positioned it under her, adjusting it until her hips were angled to his liking. He walked to the door opened it then let it click shut so that she would believe that he had gone. Leaving her alone with her thoughts, letting her wonder what he had planned. He stood by the door for five minutes watching as she tested all her bonds. Head turning as she tried to hear any noises that would let her know what was happening.

Opening the door he let it click shut again. Smiling as she jumped at the sudden noise. Walking back to the bed he picked up a bottle of massage oil. Opening the bottle he let a little of the cold oil trickle down her spine making her start with surprise. He massaged her until the back of her body was covered in the musk scented oil. He went slowly finding all the places that made her groan in delight.

Massaging the tops of her legs he deliberately avoided touching her where she wanted. He cupped her rear and rubbed both cheeks, pressing her body into the cushion as he squeezed her flesh. Bending down he sank his teeth into the flesh of Raven's rear with a groan making her jump in surprise. He massaged the wounded area, his fingers dipping between her legs to discover how aroused she was. He ran his lips against her backside again.

Parting the folds of her womanhood with his fingers he sank one inside, thrusting in and out until she was whimpering. Removing his finger he replaced it with his tongue licking at the juices that were flowing freely from her body. He groaned and plunging his tongue deep inside, her hips bucked off the bed in delight. He rose up between her thighs and placed his erection at her entrance teasing her with just the tip. Entering then withdrawing, teasing her until she forgot about the threat of being gagged and gave him what he wanted.

He plunged his manhood home. Fighting desperately for control as the tightness of her body gripped his length, knowing he was losing it when he felt her internal muscles stroking his buried length. Sweat broke out over his body as he stayed still inside her, giving her time to adjust to his size. He tried to go slow but as Raven pressed back with her hips with a groan he lost control. Slamming forcefully into her body over and over again. He knew that he must be hurting her but he couldn't stop. With one last snap of his hips, and a groan, he came inside her. His eyes rolling back as he flooded her body with his seed. Feeling her explode around him at the same time.

He collapsed against her back and quickly pushed up with weary arms before he hurt her further. Raven whimpered as he moved, her head moving fitfully from side to side. Moving her long hair out of the way he could see that she was chewing on her lower lip. He moved to untie her, his body still joined with hers. As he moved Raven's hips bucked under his and her muscles tightened on his still semi erect member. He realised that she was very close to another orgasm but unable to do anything about it because of her position.

At her words he felt her shatter around him and her scream of release was answered by a cry of his own. He gathered her close running his hands over her back. He was surprised to see a single tear roll down her cheek. He brushed it away, she smiled and settled further into his embrace with a sigh. Just before he drifted off to sleep he felt her kiss his cheek and whisper, "I love you." He smiled and hugged her even closer.

It was also weeks in which he would let me accompany him to the arenas but not down to ringside. I was beginning to know the inside of quite a lot of dressing rooms. The first show I went to I fell asleep in his dressing room. Leaving me with a spare key he had left the room and locked the door behind him. He hadn't seen the cameraman lurking around and the rumour that he was keeping me prisoner spread quickly. As it matched the way people were thinking about him we decided to let the rumour run its course and if nothing else it gave me chance to catch up on my sleep.

"I don't think that's a very good idea." I pulled out of his arms and presented him with my back. "Now do the zip back up will you." He pulled the zip of my black dress back up after planting a kiss on the back of my neck, making me shiver. Turning back around I kissed him, loosing myself in the feelings he evoked within me whenever we got close to each other. "I better go find my own room." Even after saying that I just stood there with my head resting on his chest. Chuckling he steered me towards the door.

Reaching my dressing room, after taking a small detour, I tried on my new outfit. I still got to wear leather trousers, but I swear they had somehow managed to make them even more figure hugging. My top was a copy of one his new shirts right down to the cut out symbol in the centre which made it impossible to wear a bra underneath it. I turned around and stretched a few times in front of the mirror just to make sure that no one would get too much of an eyeful.

I met Undertaker and Paul backstage. He was pacing around flexing his shoulders while Paul just stood by watching him. The once calm Undertaker seemed to have all but vanished lately. Now he just wanted to get to the ring, beat his opponent senseless then go home. I hadn't seen Undertaker like this over the past few weeks, been locked in a dressing room doesn't give you much of a view. I knew that he had changed but I hadn't expected it to be this bad. I gave Paul a nod of greeting and stood beside him watching Undertaker pace. "How long has he been like this?" He was so caught up in his pacing that he hadn't even noticed that I had joined them.

I could feel Paul's eyes on me and I could also feel the blush rising up my face as I remembered what I had been doing. "I eh- I had some business to take care of." Undertaker suddenly stopped and starred at me, tension leaving his body once he saw that I was there and dressed in my ring clothes. I could see it then. He still didn't quite trust me. The threat of our upcoming battle was marring our relationship no end.

Undertaker's emotions were in turmoil. After she had left his dressing room he had decided to go to hers for one last kiss. Knocking on her door and getting no answer he had opened it thinking that she might be having a shower. The lights weren't even on and there was no sign of her gym bag anywhere. Panic set in first as he imagined her been taken away from him. Anger was next thinking that maybe she had left him again. Then reason, she wouldn't leave him, she loved him too much to do that. He went back to his room with all three emotions vying for control. He ran into Midian on the way and only just restrained himself from asking him to find Raven and spy on her. Looking at her now he could see sadness in her eyes. He tensed up again.

"Can you make sure that no one interrupts us while I go calm him down." Walking over to him I took a hold of his hand and led him to a quiet corner where no one could see us. "Sit down." Once he was sitting down I stood behind him and started massaging his shoulders. If he didn't calm down before his match he could make a mistake and end up getting hurt.

"I'll tell you later." I dug my fingers deep into his tense muscles, feeling them start to relax under my touch. His head dropped forward as I rubbed the back of his neck. "You thought I'd run away again didn't you?" My hands dropped from his shoulders at his nod. Moving round I stood in front of him. "You keep telling me to trust you. Now I'm asking you to trust me." Cupping his face in both my hands I tilted it up kissing him until Paul interrupted us. Our five minutes were up.

Paul and I both accompanied him to the ring, Paul as his Manager and I was his… slave, lover… just about all those terms seemed to apply in everybody's eyes, but really I was still his Manager. Undertaker came out first, followed by Paul and I flanking him either side. When we got to the ring I stood to one side and let them go through their pre-match ritual. To keep with his new image I knelt down before him when he signalled me over. He caressed the top of my head as if petting a faithful dog. Taking a length of my hair in his fist he pulled me upright and yanked me sharply against his body. He rolled his eyes back in his head and gave me, what appeared to be, a brutal kiss. He pulled back licking his lips in pleasure while holding my now limp body upright.

He guided my still weak body over to the ropes and held them open while I climbed out. Looking around I could see that just about every woman in the arena was wishing that they could be in my place. "I'll get you for that later Deadman." Turning around I ran into a cameraman `Where the HELL do these guys keep popping up from.' Looking up at the TitonTron I saw that, sure enough, they were playing back my latest threat and Undertaker, who was leaning over the top rope waiting for his opponent to arrive, had seen it. He spun around and starred at me. Giving him a quick mental kiss I told him to concentrate on the match. He smiled an extremely evil smile that promised all sorts of payback for later.

They rushed the ring. Undertaker's opponent made his escape, wanting nothing to do with what was about to go down. Chyna and Road Dogg were blocking Paul's attempts to get into the ring while the others attached Undertaker. I stood back waiting for an opening. HBK kicked Undertaker in the jaw sending him reeling back into the ropes where became tangled up unable to defend himself. The Ministry came out to assist Undertaker but were detained on the ramp by Road Dogg, Triple H and Billy Gunn. I walked around the ring, picked up a metal chair and entered the ring behind Chyna. Sneaking up I knocked her out and over the top rope with a chair shot. HBK turned around in surprise when he heard the metal chair connect with flesh. He started backing away waving his arms around in the air. When I didn't hit him and just kept staring at Undertaker trapped in the ropes he became more confident. Jumping up and down encouraging me to get my revenge.

We'd barely entered the house before we were all over each other. Picking me up in his strong arms he carried me through to the bedroom without our mouths even parting. I ran my hands over his face as we kissed, the stubble along his jaw tickled the palms of my hands. I ran my lips over his jaw and down the strong column of his neck. Reaching the hollow at the base of his throat I made my way back up and found his lips again. As my fingers touched the bandanna I remembered what I wanted to do to him. I drew away from him slightly.

He removed his bandanna, and passed it to me for later. His leather vest was next, he went slowly his eyes locked with mine. It reminded me slightly of when he removes his leather ring jacket, but a hell of a lot better because there was nothing underneath. My eyes ran over every inch of his magnificent body as it was exposed. He kicked off his boots and removed his socks. His hands went to his belt, my eyes following as his unbuckled it and slowly pulled it through the loops. He popped the button on his jeans and turned his back on me. I heard the zip go down then in one fluid movement he pulled down his jeans. I sat down heavily on the bed "Oh dear lord" he wasn't wearing any underwear. Kicking off the jeans he turned back to face me. I just knew my mouth was hanging open, hell I was probably drooling.

"You better hurry up, `cause if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to take you right here, right now." Heat rushed through my body and I quivered at the thought. Not been able to find my voice, I gestured for him to lie on the bed. He shook his head. "Not yet. Before you blindfold me, I want to see you strip for me." We'd undressed for each other before, but usually we were that eager for each other that it was done in a hurry, clothes flying everywhere. This was so much different and it made me feel a bit self-conscious. "Please."

I stood up, rather amazed to find that I had the strength to do so. Walking over to him I kicked off my shoes, presented him with my back and moved my hair out of the way. He slowly pulled the zip of my black dress down and brushed the sides apart. He pressed a burning kiss to the nape of my neck. His hair flowed down over my shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I covered his arms with my own. We stayed like that for some time, just enjoying the close contact.

It wasn't long though before he wanted more. His hands started wandering over the front of my body. Sliding over my stomach as they worked their way up to my breasts, gently cupping and stroking them through my dress. Working back down he started moving the bottom of my dress up my thighs while moving his body against my back. Drawing away from him I let my dress slide down my body to pool at my feet and turned back to face him. He started towards me and I held up a hand to make him stop. He held his ground, fists clenching at his side.

I opened the front clasp and removed my black lacy bra. Undertaker's chest was heaving up and down as he tried to restrain himself, his muscles corded with the effort. Turning my back on him I slipped out of my panties and turned back to face him. With two giant strides he had me in his arms and propelled me back onto the bed.

Raising a weary head I looked down at Undertaker, his head was resting on my breast and an arm was draped over my waist. I soothed his hair away from his face, watching him while he slept. He looked so peaceful. Slipping out from under his arm I decided to go in search of a cold drink. Standing up on shaky legs I spotted his bandanna on the floor, bending over I picked it up and placed it on the bedside table.

I returned to the room after my shower, wrapped in a thick towel while drying my hair with another one. In my absence Undertaker, making full use of the empty bed, had spread himself out. He was lying on his back in the centre of the bed with his arms stretched out over his head. Just looking at his nude body lying there was making me feel all hot and bothered.

"And why have you put them on me?" He giggled his hands, testing how strong the chains were. Wrapping his fists around the long thin chains he gave a testing yank, but the chains were surprisingly strong. He stared at her as she stood beside the bed with a wicked look on her face. As he watched she parted the edges of the towel and let it drop to the floor. He stopped moving, his breath catching in his throat.

I ran my tongue over his lips and taking his full lower lip into my mouth I sucked and nibbled on it gently. When he tried to deepen the kiss I pulled back, smiling at the groan that escaped his lips. Closing my eyes I traced both my hands over his face. Picturing the familiar features in my mind as my fingertips traced over them.

As my fingers traced over his lips he captured one in his mouth and it was my turn to groan when he started sucking on the digit. Still with eyes closed I took his lips in a kiss, which he instantly deepened, taking my tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth he started sucking on it. Breaking for a much-needed breath I trailed my lips along his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe.

His manhood brushed against the side of my face as I bypassed it and started kissing and caressing my way down his legs. Moving back up I ran my hand over his manhood. As I stoked the thick length I listened to his moans and groans to find out what he liked the most. Bending over I licked the tip then blew on it. His hips bucked off the bed and he started pleading with me. I took as much of him as I could into my mouth then with a deep relaxing breath I took even more of him in. His breathing quickened as I teased him with mouth, tongue and hands. Knowing that he was close to the edge I pulled back and let him calm down.

Straddling over him I reached down and guided him to my entrance, he flexed his hips and pushed into my body. Resting my hands on his chest I moved slowly up and down taking him deeper and deeper. His hips pushed up burying himself even further. He begged me to go faster but I refused, lost in the sensations. Suddenly I felt his hand gripping my hip. Opening my eyes I saw him pull his other arm down, snapping the handcuff chain. He flung the bandanna away then gripped my hips and started moving me at a faster pace bringing me closer and closer to the edge as his hips snapped up and down with increasing force. He held me still, buried to the hilt as I came.

I snatched my drink back off him as I passed him the phone. I leant back against the counter, sipping my drink and watching him as he talked to Paul. I ran my eyes over his body. He turned around to write something down on a notepad. His new position gave me a perfect view of another part of him I loved. Putting down my glass I walked over to him and ran my hands over his back letting my nails dig into his waist slightly. He ignored me, as much as possible, and carried on writing. Grinning I ran my hands over the part of him I really wanted to. Digging my fingers into the firm flesh of his rear. He ended the call abruptly and turned around.

We went through our proper ritual this time. As I knelt before my `Master' I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. He pulled me back to my feet and led me to the ropes. I climbed through and walked along the ring apron to the ring steps. Then he broke the routine again pulling me to a stop before I could walk down them. He lifted my hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it while starring into my eyes. Forgetting where I was for a moment I stroked a hand down his face and he pulled me closer for a quick kiss. We parted when we heard cheers and wolf whistles ringing out across the arena. I blushed slightly and Undertaker's lips curved into a wicked smile his eyes twinkling with humour.

"Be silent little man, or I'll ask my Lord is I can have your head for an ornament." He swallowed rapidly in fright and I let him drop back into his seat. I gave him a smile that could rival any of the evil ones that Undertaker gives. Then went to stand by the ring. Undertaker was leaning against the ropes watching the entire proceedings. I stood below him and stroked a hand up his leg.

"Only if you want me to my Lord." I gave him a quick mental message and he spun around and clotheslined the approaching wrestler to the ground. As I stood by the ring keeping an eye on the match I contacted Kane to see if he was having any luck finding Paul. I could feel his unhappiness and concern with his lack of success. Undertaker quickly finished off the wrestler with a tombstone.

Through the pain I could hear Kane telling me that he was on his way. Knowing that Undertaker wasn't going to interfere Triple H turned around and walked up the ramp to join the other members of DX. The New Age Outlaws had got Paul on his Knees between them. He lifted his head and looked at me as we got closer. His face was cut and bruised and his right arm was hanging at the wrong angle. They all looked very happy with the way things were going. Except for X-Pac, he was standing away from them and it didn't look like he was enjoying what he was seeing at all.

I went over to Paul and checked on his condition. His arm was obviously broken and he'd taken one hell of a beating. Hands grabbed me from behind, pulling me back to my feet and a fist smashed into my stomach knocking all the breath from my body. From my new position on the floor I could make out a pair of high-heeled boots. I'd forgotten all about Chyna.

She rushed me and I felt my training take over my moves, ducking her outstretched arms I pushed her in the back and sent her tumbling to her knees. Her anger made her careless and she rushed me again. This time I tripped her as she passed. Before she could get back to her feet I smacked her head into the ground and she lay still.

I stood in the corner of the ring not wanting to approach Undertaker until I was sure he knew it was me in there with him. His body whipped around to see who was in the ring, and then seeing that it was me he walked over. I could see the anger draining from his body as he walked across the ring. Pressing a kiss to my forehead he gathered me close and let out a deep sigh as he rocked me gently from side to side.

"Me too." I looked up at him. We had been lucky tonight. Things could so easily have turned out differently. I shivered as shock started to settle in and I thought of all the things that could of gone wrong. Undertaker led me gently towards the shower, stripped my clothes off me and placed me under the spray of hot water. Within a matter of seconds he joined me and we just stood there with our arms wrapped around each other as the hot water washed over our bodies.

"Fine by me `cause next time I'll be ready too. And next time Chyna… I won't go so easy on you." We all turned and walked back up the ramp. Kane and X-Pac were walking beside me with Undertaker bringing up the rear. After taking a quick look around for lurking cameramen I started muttering, "I'm so dead… I know it, she's going too kill me."

We didn't work out at any of the arenas as that would only let DX know how much, or how little, I knew. When we were on the road we would arrange for a local gym to open for us after hours. The rest of the time we used the gym at home where we had the choice of using a large area covered with mats or the wrestling ring that Undertaker had brought in just so he could knock me around it.

All in all I think it was harder than the training I had received from the `Keepers'. Undertaker was certainly harder on me than the others were, pushing me even when I felt like I couldn't move a muscle. Just about every pain barrier there was, he pushed me through it. I could tell that even X-Pac and Kane thought that he was pushing me too hard.

Undertaker was pushing me around as usual and as usual I could feel my temper rising. Every move I tried was block with little effort on his part. He dodged my blows with ease and kept pushing me off balance or slapping me gently around the back of my head. My temper and frustration rose to new heights but the angrier I got the easier it was for him to push me around.

"We're not stopping until you manage to take me down." As she scrambled back to her knees he placed a hand on her head and shoved. "Looks like we'll be here all night at this rate." He hated to do this to her but he knew what he was doing. He watched her eyes as they flashed with frustration and anger. He could see the power starting to build up inside her. Now he just needed to channel it without getting his head knocked off.

Kane could see that the situation was quickly getting out of hand. He ran over shouting her name but she just kept moving towards his brother. He stepped in front of her, blocking her path. When he saw her face he wondered if Undertaker hadn't pushed her too far. Power was leaking from her clenched fists and her eyes were blazing with it.

"Raven. It's me, Kane." He spoke using his mind as it was quicker than using his voice. "Pull your power back into you. Take control of it, don't let it control you." She stopped moving forward but when Undertaker started to stir Kane could see the anger flooded back into her. "Yes look at him. Remember your love for him." She looked and the anger drained away from her body. Her hands fell loose to her sides and her shoulders slumped. But the power was still flowing.

They sat me down in a chair and went to work on me. Kane worked on my mind, telling me how to pull the power back into me and how to call upon it without letting anyone see it. Undertaker worked on my body. Giving my shoulders and back a massage. By the time he'd finished my body was so limp that I was nearly falling off the chair.

They showed me some of the counters to some of their moves and also to some of the more popular moves that Chyna might try. She was something of an unknown inside the ring as most of her in ring actions had been limited to putting a low blow on someone. Her one actual match had been against Ivory for the belt and for that she had just dominated the other woman with her size and strength, wearing Ivory out with hard blows then finishing her off with a pedigree.

To finish off the night Undertaker and I had a match with Kane as the ref. Undertaker won by using a chokeslam. He didn't put his full strength behind it, or any of his moves. Instead he guided me down with a hand under my back. Then shifting over my body he hooked my leg and Kane slapped the mat three times. Undertaker stayed on top of me, staring me in the eyes.

"Do you think it was a double headed coin?" I enquired after receiving a sweaty kiss off him. Turning around I saw Kane sitting down with his head bent. His shoulders moved as he sighed deeply. "What's wrong?" He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I sat down beside him "Come on Kane, you can tell me. What's troubling you?" I touched his bare left arm, feeling the hard muscles twitch under my touch.

"Anyone that does, doesn't deserve your love." He still looked unhappy. "I wouldn't lie to you. You know that." I rested my head against his bare arm and held his hand. I could feel the muscles in his arm starting to relax as the tension eased out of his body. I decided to change the topic. "What kind of pizza do you like?" He stiffened again. "You're staying for some aren't you?"

We'd come in disguise. Undertaker was dressed, as usual, in black. His idea of disguise was to wear a baseball cap instead of a bandanna. Kane was wearing a sweatsuit and his mask and X-Pac was wearing a green trimmed tracksuit and a tee shirt with his name on it. Of all of us I probably looked the most `normal' wearing blue jeans and a white blouse instead of my usual black. My paper shook as I tried to contain my laughter.

It wasn't long before we got our first interruption. I watched around my paper as a little girl of about four made her way cautiously towards us. She stood directly in front of Undertaker, who was still busy reading his paper. Reaching out she tapped him on the knee. He peered over the top of his paper, seeing no one there he carried on reading. The girl tapped his knee again. He cautiously folded his paper up and looked down at the little girl.

X-Pac and Kane were sitting either side of Undertaker and Lucy was standing on Kane's knee touching his mask. They had been surrounded by fans and were now involved in an impromptu autograph session. I walked up behind Undertaker and tugged lightly on the thick length of his ponytail. "Enjoying yourself?" He turned his head and I kissed his cheek. "Lucy. Look who I've found for you." I scooped her off Kane's knee and passed her over to her thankful parents. Undertaker fished some backstage passes out of his pocket and handed them over to the couple.

We travelled first class, the sheer size of Kane and Undertaker made it near impossible for them to travel any other way. I sat next to the window and Undertaker sat next to the aisle so that he could stretch his legs out even more if he wanted. X-Pac and Kane sat across from us. Midway through the flight we switched so that Kane and Undertaker could talk strategy.

I accompanied Undertaker out to the ring and we stood together watching as Kane made his entrance. Reaching the ring he stepped onto the apron and stepped over the top rope. He walked towards Undertaker and the two brothers stood eye to eye in the centre of the ring. I knelt at Undertaker's side with my head lowered, one hand resting on the inside of his knee. Kane raised his arms slowly then lowered them with a snap, setting off the Pyros in the ring corners. Undertaker rolled his eyes back as he felt the power roll off Kane. I sucked in a breath as I felt it too.

Kane flashed a smile under his mask, knowing full well what we had both felt. Reaching out a hand Kane helped me to my feet. The audience held its collective breath, wondering if Kane would be punished for daring to touch what belonged to Undertaker. But everyone was left to wonder as music started up signalling the arrival of the New Age Outlaws and Chyna.

Billy and Jesse moved quickly and attacked before the bell was rung. Kane and Undertaker staggered slightly under the force of the blows, more annoyed than hurt. Billy and Jesse backed them into opposite corners and continued hitting them. Undertaker and Kane looked at each other and powered their way out of the corners. Grabbing the other men by the arm they whipped Billy and Jesse to the centre of the ring at the same time, where they smashed into each other and fell to the ground.

The referee signalled for the start of the match and tried to persuade Kane to leave the ring. Seeing the two men in trouble so early on in the match, Chyna climbed onto the apron and shouted at the referee. Jesse crawled back towards his corner but not before low blowing Undertaker. Billy covered the stunned Undertaker and the referee turned around and started the three count. Undertaker threw Billy off after two and climbed back to his feet and leant against the ropes.

Billy clotheslined Undertaker over the ropes but he landed nimbly on his feet, grabbed Billy's legs from under him and dragged him from the ring. Kane walked around to help when Jesse started to interfere. Undertaker whipped Billy into the ring post and Kane smashed Jesse's head into the announcers table. King grabbed his crown and clutched it to his chest in panic while JR tried to shoo the two men away from the table.

I stood near to the corner and kept a close eye on the match. Watching as Undertaker and Kane made quick tags as they continued to punish Jesse. He wasn't easy to pin down though, especially as Billy and Chyna were there to stop the three count. I thumped the mat in frustration as yet again Billy pulled Kane off Jesse and stopped the count. Billy climbed back through the ropes, raising his arms to the crowd. They cheered, but not for him. He turned back to face the action and caught a fist in the face from Kane. I smiled as Billy fell from the apron and landed in a heap at Chyna's feet. Kane pulled a near unconscious Jesse over to Undertaker and tagged his brother in before climbing out.

As usual Chyna was the biggest threat. She grabbed Undertaker's leg as he came off the ropes for a flying clothesline and he crashed to the mat holding his knee. Jesse and Billy kept him isolated from Kane. They kept taunting Kane so that the referee was busy trying to keep him from entering the ring. While the referee was busy they double-teamed Undertaker.

Kane knocked them down repeatedly with hard punches and clotheslines. He threw Jesse from the ring and climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and crouched there waiting for Billy to stumble back to his feet. Once he was in position, Kane launched himself off the turnbuckle and clotheslined him back to the ground. Kane had just got Billy into position for a chokeslam when Chyna decided to interfere again. Rushing into the ring she knocked Kane at the back of the knee, making him drop Billy. Then it was back to three on one.

"I've had it with her!" I climbed into the ring, grabbed Chyna and threw her from the ring before she realised what was happening. I followed her out and taunted her into following me up the ramp. I kept an eye on her and on the action in the ring. With no interference from Chyna, Kane and Undertaker quickly got control of the match again.

Undertaker threw Billy from the ring and watched as Kane scooped Jesse into position for a tombstone piledriver. Undertaker climbed onto the turnbuckle and leapt from the top pushing on Jesse as Kane started to drop him. Jesse's head slammed into the mat and he went limp. Kane covered him for the three count while Undertaker made sure that there was no more interference from Billy.

It all ended with another stare down until Kane and Undertaker stepped forward at the same time. Kane started to raise his arms and Undertaker stood with his arms down at his side, head lowered. Realising how close they were to the ring corners, DX jumped from the ring and ran for it. I got down on one knee at Undertaker's side. X-Pac and the Ministry quickly followed my lead. Undertaker's arms snapped up as Kane's lowered. Lightning bolts struck all four corners of the TitonTron as flames shot from the top of the ramp and the ring corners. A thunderous boom sounded out across the arena as everything went black.

Billy was out next; cocky and arrogant as usual. Before the referee could even signal the start of the match he attacked X-Pac from behind. Knocking him to the ground he stomped on his back. Reaching down he pulled a stunned X-Pac to his feet by the hair then elbowed him in the back of the neck, knocking him back down. Pulling him up again he whipped him across the ring and into the opposite corner then quickly followed him in with a big splash. Before X-Pac could recover Billy sent him back across the ring into the corner.

Billy came charging in for another big splash but as X-Pac dodged out of the way all he found was his face in the turnbuckle. Billy staggered along the ropes and X-Pac clotheslined him over the top rope to the ground. X-Pac staggered around the ring holding onto his neck as the pain threatened to overwhelm him. Billy staggered around the ring back towards the ramp. X-Pac grabbed the top rope and used it to catapult himself over the rope and straight onto Billy, knocking him to the ground. He hit Billy with punches to his head and chops to his chest then rolled him back into the ring. X-Pac climbed to the top of the turnbuckle and flew towards a stunned Billy, knocking him down with a cross body press. He grabbed Billy's leg and covered him but Billy kicked out at two.

After so much punishment X-Pac can't even stand upright. He knows that Billy is positioning himself to knock him out with the Fame-Ass-er. In desperation he punches Billy in the stomach until he lets go of him then follows it up with a punch to Billy's face. He whips Billy towards the corner but Billy has still got too much strength left in him and reverses X-Pac into the corner.

As he staggers out of the corner Billy snatches him up in a military press, holding over his head with no effort then he slams him down to the ground. X-Pac writhes around holding his neck. Instead of going for the pin Billy knee-drops X-Pac to the neck, then puts him in a front face lock. Pushing hard on X-Pac's neck while rocking it to make the pain even worse.

X-Pac fights his way past the pain and forces his way back to his feet, slamming his elbow deep into Billy's stomach to loosen the hold from around his neck. X-Pac bounces from the ropes, ducking to avoid Billy's clothesline he bounces of the opposite rope and attempts a cross body press but the stronger man turns his move into a powerslam.

As X-Pac staggered to his feet Billy caught him with the Fame-ass-er. Knocking X-Pac face first into the canvas. Turning X-Pac over he covers him by lying with his back resting on X-Pac. His arm raised counting off with his fingers as the referee slaps the mat. One… Two… X-Pac moves under him, shifting onto his side and breaking the count. Billy confronts the referee accusing him of counting too slow. There is no way that anyone can kick out from the Fame-ass-er.

Billy stumbles to his feet and falls back into the corner. X-Pac kicks him hard; ribs, arm then a spinning heel kick to the face. Billy falls limp to the floor. The corner holding him in a sitting position. X-Pac signals for the bronco buster and charges across the ring, bouncing up and down on Billy's chest. He steps back and watches Billy stumble drunkenly back to his feet. X-Pac charges in to clothesline Billy only for it to be turned into a neck breaker.

Billy covers the dazed X-Pac for the count but reaching deep down X-Pac manages to kick out before the referees hand strikes the mat for the third time. Billy climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, but before he can attempt any kind of move X-Pac is back to his feet and hits him with a dropkick. Billy lands painfully, legs astride the turnbuckle. X-Pac climbs up, hoping to suplex Billy off. Billy punches X-Pac until he falls down to the mat.

I pressed a quick kiss against the side of his mask. He turned and stepped over the ropes. "Kane." He stopped on the ring apron and faced me. I stepped closer, still keeping my voice low. "Thank you. For getting us back together." I could see the flash of his white teeth as he smiled under his mask. Turning back to Undertaker I wrapped my arms around his lean waist. "I love you."

He was right. Kane flashed his teeth again as I mentally called him a "Bad boy." Everyone was looking at him differently after what they had seen in the ring. Men were looking at him with envy and women were giving him more than a once over. All except one woman. She was sitting near to where Kane was standing and she was wiping a tear from her eye.

"Only if were both in the mood." Undertaker watched with satisfaction, as HBK grew more and more frustrated. JR and King were sitting back listening to their conversation. JR looked slightly shocked and King was fighting hard not to laugh. "You seem very interested in our private lives. What's wrong? Need a few pointers for dealing with Chyna? Tell you what I'll give you one. The first thing you need `little man' is the equipment to satisfy a woman."

King burst out laughing at that comment and became the focus of all of HBK's anger. HBK grabbed King by the throat and started shouting at him. JR tried, half-heartedly, to break up the fight and Undertaker sat back in the chair with a smile and folded his arms over his chest. Thoroughly satisfied at how things were going he fixed his attention on the ring.

Getting frustrated she knocked me from the ring hoping to get a count out but the referee didn't start one. I lay close to the ring and waited for her to get closer to the ropes. She walked to the ropes then turned and started arguing with the referee. I stood up and grabbed her legs. She fell flat on her face and I pulled her out to the floor. We're close to Kane but he just stays where he is keeping an eye on the action.

I pulled myself up by the crowd barrier and use it to keep myself upright as I walk along. My hand touched someone else's and I stopped dead in my tracks. At the feeling of power I brought my eyes up to face the person I was touching. It was the woman I'd seen earlier. Looking at her I could tell she didn't know that she was using her power and mine was completely under control so I knew she couldn't feel mine. I let a little of mine leak out so that she would be aware of it. Her eyes widened in surprise at the feeling. Her eyes drifted over my shoulder warning me of danger.

I turned around and caught a steel chair in the head. I saw stars and then red as blood flowed from a cut on my forehead. She makes full use of my dazed state and runs me into the ring steps and then the crowd barrier. She sets me up to suplex me outside the ring, positioning me so that I would land on the steel steps. I block the suplex and pull one off on her. I push her back into the ring and return the favour with the chair.

I staggered back to my feet and spot her climbing the turnbuckle. Before she can get into a position to pull off a move I rushed over and climbed up in front of her. We jockey for position as we climbed further up. With both of us standing upon the top turnbuckle I suplexed her off. Recovering first I pull her up from the canvas by her throat and plant her back down with a chokeslam, putting a bit of power behind it to knock her out. Hooking her leg I covered her for the pin. The referee slapped the mat three times and signalled for the bell. I rolled off Chyna and lay on my back, covering my eyes against the bright overhead lights.

"Is it over?" I looked around, still feeling a little punch drunk. Undertaker guided me over to the ropes and passed me down to Kane. Kane propped me up while Undertaker climbed through the ropes. I spotted the woman glaring at me again. The referee walked over and passed me the Championship belt. He nearly fell over himself in his efforts to get away from Kane and Undertaker as they helped me up the ramp.

We walked, well I hobbled, towards Kane. He had changed out of his usual red and black ring outfit and was now dressed in one that was essentially the reverse; black with red highlights. Getting closer I noticed that it had one other difference from the old one. Mesh was highlighting the red areas of the outfit, showing hints of his chest underneath.

The first chords of the organ music started up then Kane's pyros exploded on the stage. Kane stepped out, followed by Undertaker and I. The crowd went wild when they saw Kane in a new costume. He climbed onto the ring apron then stepped smoothly over the top rope and strode to the centre of the ring, tugging on his glove. Undertaker and I climbed up the steps and entered the ring and positioned ourselves either side and slightly behind Kane. We were facing the woman I had pointed out and as I had expected her eyes were fixed firmly on Kane. Flicking back his hair Kane slowly raised his arms above his head then snapped them back down to his sides. Flames shot from all four corners of the ring, lighting up the arena.

The lights rose back to their normal level, which gave everyone a proper look at Kane's new outfit. I very nearly smiled when I watched the woman's response. Luckily she managed to catch herself before she fell off her chair. I stepped in front of Kane, but slightly to the side so that the woman could see what I was about to do. I traced a finger over the mesh on Kane's chest while he watched the woman at ringside. "What do you think? Should I ask her?" I could feel her eyes trying to stab a hole into my back when she saw what I was doing.

Undertaker and I left the ring as the DX music started up, signalling the arrival of Triple H. Kane left the ring and walked up the ramp to meet the man that had broken his father's arm. We watched in horror as Triple H pulled his arm from behind his back. Revealing that he was carrying a sledgehammer. Undertaker set off around the ring but Triple H was already attacking Kane. He managed to avoid the first couple of blows but caught a glancing blow to his right shoulder and his side.

The referees poured out of the back and grabbed the sledgehammer off Triple H then separated Undertaker from Triple H's throat. Eventually they managed to get Triple H into the ring, where he gloated. If Kane made it to the ring he would be in pain and significantly weaker and as the bell hadn't rang if he didn't make it Triple H would win by forfeit.

Triple H obviously can't believe what he's seeing as he watches Kane walk back towards the ring. Kane slid under the bottom rope and is met by Triple H's boot stomping on his injured shoulder. Shrugging off the pain Kane forced his way to his feet and knocked Triple H down to the mat with a clothesline but the pain rips through his shoulder and he can't follow up with another move.

Triple H pulls out all the stops and hits Kane with all the moves that would put a lesser man down. But Kane just keeps getting up. When he sets him up for the pedigree Kane does what I couldn't and back body drops him. Triple H crawls backward across the ring as Kane stalks forward rage flowing off him in near visible waves. HBK runs down to help, trying to sneak up on Kane. Kane turns around at the last second and grabs HBK by the throat. Triple H gets caught the same way as he sneaks forward and for their effort they receive a chokeslam at the same time. HBK rolls from the ring and makes his way backstage. As Triple H is struggling back to his feet Kane catches him with a flying clothesline from the top turnbuckle. Kane picks him up for the tombstone but Triple H wiggles off his shoulder. He bounces off the ropes hoping to take Kane down but with a fluid move Kane grabs him, spins him around and plants him with a tombstone for the win.

I was counting money out into Bradshaw's hand. "The guys had a little side bet on just how long it would take you idiots to work it out. Bradshaw won." As they fumed away in the ring I rubbed it in a bit more. "I came close though. I said you wouldn't." The other members of DX had to hold HBK back. I glanced at Undertaker who had his hand over his mouth as he hid the smile that was spreading over his face.

"I'm afraid you won't be able to go ahead with your little plans." Everyone turned their attention to Vince. "You see. I'm sick and tired at all the interference that goes on with the title matches. This match will end with a clean pin and I've got the perfect way to ensure that it does." Vince signalled then pointed up to the rafters. "The WWF Championship match will be a no disqualification, hell in a cell match!"

We turned and walked backstage. I quickly set off after Vince to find out just what a `hell in a cell' match was all about. After my talk I went back to our dressing room, Midian leading the way. I knocked and walked in. He was fastening the clips on his new cloak. I stepped up and took over for him. After smoothing his hair down at the back I stepped back and looked at him.

"Wow." He looked absolutely gorgeous. Floor length leather cloak with hard leather shoulder pads with sharp points sticking from them, looking almost like bat wings. Down the front was what was basically a breastplate held together with four clips. I could just about make out that he was wearing one of his cut out shirts, hints of his chest visible past the breastplate. Looking down his body I spotted that he was wearing a new pair of boots with a gothic cross symbol on them. My eyes roam back up his body again. His hair was pulled severely back from his face and tied at the back but in such away that most of the length is left free to move. "Wow."

Undertaker held back a smile as she looked at his new outfit. At her second whisper of `wow' he held out his right hand. Pulling her closer when she placed her hand in his. He felt her arms lock around his waist as she rested her head against his chest. Pulling his cloak up he wrapped it around her body. Her breath puffed against the exposed flesh of his chest. "Do you approve?"

All the members of DX had already gone down to the ring before us. As the lights went down and the smoke poured out of the entrance everyone but HBK abandoned the ring and stood outside. A cool blue light lit up the smoke and Undertaker appeared through it. His cloak swirling the smoke up around him as he walked forward. The crowd fell silent and then went wild at the sight of Undertaker in his new outfit. HBK looked like he wanted to run far and fast.

Reaching the ring Undertaker entered the cell, turning slightly because of the large shoulders. He stood outside the ring while I undid the clasps and helped him out from under it. He stepped forward flexing his arms and shoulders. I just stood and watched him. He'd obviously been lifting weight before coming out as his shoulders were really pumped up.

"Why? Got plans for later?" His eyes shined with the promise of things to come. I ran a hand of his broad shoulders and down the soft length of his hair. "Be careful." He climbed slowly into the ring and watched as I made my way out of the cell. Kane passed me the piece of paper and pointed at the woman. Nodding I strolled over to her and gave her the paper. Reading it she nodded. "Jim will bring you to us after the show." Turning, I made my way back to Kane and we walked up the ramp. Reaching the top I turned and looked at him before going backstage.

Undertaker turned his attention fully onto HBK. He took a step towards HBK then found himself alone in the ring. He watched HBK attempt to get out of the cell but it was already too late. The door had been padlocked. Climbing from the ring he started to stalk HBK around the ring. He went slowly not wanting to get pulled into making a mistake. HBK rolled back into the ring and he followed. Out of the corner of his eye he saw HBK pushing himself of the ropes and running towards him. He climbed quickly to his feet and barely missed with a clothesline as HBK ducked his arm. Turning around he caught HBK square in the face with his boot. HBK crashed to the mat, stumbled to his feet, then fell back to the mat. Pulling him too his feet Undertaker slammed him headfirst into corner with such force that HBK bounced out and landed on his back in the centre of the ring. Pulling him up, Undertaker slams his face into the corner again then whips him into the ropes and grabs HBK by the throat for a chokeslam. HBK kicked him in the knee before he could complete the move. The pain forcing his grip to loosen. HBK throws punches at him, forcing him back into the corner. Climbing to the second turnbuckle he throws more punches at Undertaker. Thinking he's got the upper hand he whips Undertaker out of the corner. Undertaker reverses the whip and pushes HBK in the back, pushing him along even faster. HBK flew through the air and landed upside down in the corner. As he landed back on his feet and stumbled out of the corner Undertaker knocked him down with a clothesline. Undertaker goes for a quick cover, but only gets a two.

Pulling HBK back to his feet, Undertaker twists HBK arm and slams his shoulder into his repeatedly. With one last twist to get a firmer hold Undertaker pulls HBK across the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. With one last check on his hold he walks out across the top rope then jumps off, dropping his arm across the back of HBK's neck as he lands on his feet. Pulling up again he knocks him down with a head butt then presses his foot across HBK's throat. The referee made the mistake of getting in his face so Undertaker glared at him. Picking HBK up again he slammed him to the mat and hit him with a leg drop then covered him. But once again he only got a two.

He whipped HBK to the ropes and back body dropped him. Undertaker heard HBK strike the top of the cell as he sailed overhead. After missing a clothesline and knocking him down with punches Undertaker threw him from the ring. Grabbing him with both hands around the throat he hoists HBK high over his head. He staggered back as HBK hit him in the eye with a thumb. Looking back he sees HBK climbing the side of the cell. Reaching up he snags a hold of him and pulls him down to the ground. Grabbing his arm he whips HBK into the other side of the cell then as the man bounces off the mesh he knocks him down with a clothesline. Then for good measure he does it again.

After slamming HBK's head into the ring apron Undertaker positioned him for a piledriver. HBK blocks the move then somehow manages to swing himself up and grab hold of the cell above Undertaker's head. From his position on Undertaker's shoulders he jabs him in the face with his fist. Undertaker spun himself around and slammed HBK's back into the side of the cell.

Undertaker wore HBK down some more, slamming him into the ring steps them punching him in the stomach, ribs and face. As HBK stumbled around Undertaker picked him up in a bear hug and slammed HBK's back into the ring post then spinning around he slammed him into the corner of the cell then back to the ring post and finally the cell. Before letting him fall to the ground.

Undertaker picked HBK off the ground and hoists him over his shoulder to ram HBK face first into the cell. HBK wiggled off Undertaker's back and shoved him towards the cell. Using his momentum Undertaker bounced off the side of the cell and took an unsuspecting HBK down with a clothesline before pounding on him some more. Lining HBK up for every shot with slow deliberation.

Whipping HBK into the cell Undertaker quickly followed him in but he had moved and as Undertaker fell to the ground HBK was all over him like a rabid dog. Throwing vicious punches at Undertaker before climbing back into the ring. Undertaker climbed onto the ring apron and HBK tried to knock him off using his fists. Undertaker turned around, grabbed HBK at the back of the neck and dropped back to the floor, hanging HBK across the top rope. The landing aggravated his knee, which was still bothering him after the tag team match. He steadied himself against the cell then started to climb back onto the ring apron. HBK was waiting for him and knocked him back down to the ground. Undertaker looked up to see HBK diving through the ropes straight at him.

Undertaker could hear Raven and Kane calling to him as he watched HBK push another cameraman out of the way. Gathering all his strength Undertaker climbed back to his feet. Only to be knocked back down as HBK floored him with a double axe handle from the top rope. HBK climbed back into the ring and tried to catch his breath but Undertaker was having none of it and followed him in. Undertaker was hauling himself to his feet when pain exploded through his back once again. HBK had found a steel chair under the ring. Undertaker collapsed back down but HBK hit him with the chair again and then covered him for the count. Undertaker pushed HBK off as the referee reached two. HBK looked shocked at how much strength Undertaker had put into his kick out and so did the referee, who had nearly been taken out by the flying HBK. Undertaker and HBK started throwing punches as each other again.

Undertaker got caught up in the ropes and HBK deliberately tied him up in them even more before starting to punch on the now helpless Undertaker even more. The referee tried to get HBK off Undertaker so that he could be untied. HBK argued with the referee then turned back to attack Undertaker again. All he got was a boot to the face as Undertaker untied himself. HBK tried to get to Undertaker before he was completely loose but Undertaker just threw him over the rope. HBK sailed through the air then landed painfully on a cameraman. HBK lost his cool again and attacked the cameraman, leaving him alone occasionally to attack Undertaker before pounding on the cameraman again.

Kane looked down at Raven. She was sitting on his knee and he had his arms locked around her body. Ever since HBK had used the ring steps on Undertaker Kane had very nearly had to sit on her to stop her rushing down to the ring. Everyone else in the room was keeping a safe distance as Raven's eyes were blazing with power. Viscera was backed well into a corner, the memory of the perfume bottle still firmly in his mind. X-Pac was taking it all very well really.

Everyone stood up and ran for the door. We reached the ramp entrance just as DX were. Every one stopped and looked at each other then with a yell the two teams leapt at each other. Eyeing Chyna up, and deciding that I wasn't in any condition for a conventional fight, I took a quick look around and knocked her out with a punch and a healthy dose of power.

Back in the ring HBK stamped his foot on the ground to signal that he was going to do his finishing move. Undertaker staggered to his feet and caught HBK's foot straight in the face. He fell to the ground. Before HBK's disbelieving eyes he sat straight back up. HBK couldn't believe it. Every opponent he had ever faced had fallen to his finishing move. As Undertaker climbed to his feet, HBK jumped from the ring and headed out of the cell door. Undertaker followed close behind in hot pursuit.

HBK started up the ramp just as Triple H appeared at the top. His hopes started to rise at the sight of his friends coming to help but they were quickly dashed at the sight of Kane following Triple H out. Quickly followed by the rest of us as the fight from the back spilled out onto the ramp. Before long all the members of DX were lying defeated at our feet.

Reaching the other side of the cell HBK started to climb down. Undertaker stomped on his fingers and watched as HBK fell from the side of the cell and smashed through the Spanish announcers table. He climbed down after him and continued to punish the bloodied HBK. Hip tossing him onto another table before dragging him back to the cell. The referee closed and locked the door behind them. Undertaker threw HBK back into the ring and pulled a metal chair of his own from under the ring. Climbing into the ring Undertaker lined up the chair and cracked it over HBK's bloodied head.

The crowd went wild as Undertaker made a cutting motion across his throat, signalling for the tombstone piledriver. Gathering up the basically unconscious HBK, Undertaker set him into position and dropped him head first to the mat. He folded HBK's arms over his chest and flicked his hair out of his face as the referee counted to three.

The referee passed Undertaker the WWF Championship belt and rolled HBK out of the ring. We made our way down to the ring and climbed in. Undertaker passed his belt to Kane and gestured for me to come to him. He opened his arms and I stepped into his warm embrace. Resting my head against the firm wall of his chest I listened to his heart beating.

With a sudden movement he had me bent over his arms in a classic Hollywood film pose. I caught a glimpse of his wicked smile before his lips locked with mine. This kiss was as different from the other as night is to day. I was been ravished in front of over ten thousand people in the arena and many more watching live on TV and I couldn't have cared less.

The crowd were reluctant to let their new champion leave the ring but after giving Undertaker time to gather some strength together we all walked up the ramp together. I saw Jim talking to the woman at ringside and she left with him. I signalled to Jim to give us a few minutes before bringing her to us and he nodded in understanding.

Picking up our bags we led the way to Kane's room. He was standing outside the room waiting for us, head tilted to one side with an uncertain look in his eyes. Seeing us coming he walked towards us, his eyes lighting up as he looked at Lacey. They shook hands and just stared at each other, too lost in each other to talk. We guided them into Kane's dressing room and left them to talk. We sat down with X-Pac and had a quick drink before heading back to the room.

After signing a few autographs and throwing our bags into the boot of Kane's car we rode off. Undertaker's bike soon left everyone else far behind as he wove in and out of traffic. We left the city far behind and I settled up close behind him for the long journey home. The bike slowed then drew to a halt. I opened my eyes and looked around. He'd pulled up at a viewpoint, the lights of the city twinkled in the distance.

He didn't speak. Just took my hand and guided me off the bike and made me sit facing him on the front of the bike. Draping my legs over his he pulled me closer until I was nearly sitting in his lap. We traced our fingers over each others faces. Mirroring each other touch for touch. We leant closer and kissed. A feather light brush of lips. Our hands continued to move as one. Stroking over his face I moved down the strong column of his neck and round to the back of his neck to stroke through his hair. Then back round over his shoulders and down his arms. Our hands touched and fingers locked together before moving back up the arms. We unzipped each others jackets. My hands traced over the hard wall of his chest and his touched my breasts. Our kiss grew deeper and hotter. Reaching down I pulled his tee shirt from the waistband of his jeans, fingers moving to explore the soft skin that I exposed as his moved over mine.

I climbed back up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. For the rest of the journey my hands wandered over the front of his body. The occasional groan escaping his lips as I grew bolder in my teasing. We passed the car we had seen earlier and I realised with a small touch of embarrassment that it was Kane, X-Pac and Lacey. I gave them a small wave as we rode on.

She had lost her job as a PA a few months ago and was still looking for a new one. Because of her lack of funds she was living with her sister for a time. Knowing how much she loved wrestling, her sister had managed to get her a ticket for the show to try and cheer her up. She'd known about her `power' from an early age but had never really developed it, in fact it was partly the reason for her getting fired from her job. Getting angry at her boss' harassment she had slapped him but her simple slap had knocked the man out when she had inadvertently used her power.

After we had eaten X-Pac gathered his things together and went home. The rest of us sat down to talk. Kane and Lacey sat together on the sofa, Undertaker sat in a chair and I was sitting sideways on his lap, legs draped over the arm of the chair as I leant back against his shoulder. One of his hands was resting on my stomach while the other was resting on my thigh. His fingers flexed against the inside of my thigh in time with my breathing. Barely restraining myself from moaning I placed my hand over his to pull his fingers away. His response was to move his hand further up my leg. It was hard, but I tried to ignore what he was doing to me and carried on talking to the others.

"Come on Undertaker? Kane? Help me out here guys?" I looked from one to the other but they both shook their heads. "Well thanks a lot." I folded my arms and sat back, making use of the living, breathing cushion under me. "Tell you what… I'll only agree to this harebrained scheme if… Lacey agrees to join us." Lacey nearly fell of the sofa in shock, Kane was looking very pleased with the thought, Paul looked at Lacey and Kane and nodded his head in agreement, Undertaker stroked a hand over his beard in contemplation.

They led me towards Undertaker who was been led towards us by the `Dark Ones'. We stopped, facing each other. He looked different, his face was expressionless and devoid of all emotion. His eyes were dead pools. "Undertaker?" I stepped towards him and his lips curled up in a snarl. I stopped in shock. "What have you done to him?"

Feeling sick to my stomach I turned away from them and walked away a few paces. I could feel Undertaker's eyes burning into my back. He'd tried to stop it like I had but had they had burned his humanity away as punishment. I wondered it the `Keepers' would have tried the same thing if they hadn't been interrupted. I turned back to face them, brushing a tear from my cheek. Undertaker was still watching me and at the sight of my tear he sneered again.

"Good." Knowing that it was temporary helped slightly. I just hoped that he didn't blame himself for my death. Another tear rolled down my cheek. Before I could wipe it away Undertaker reached over and brushed it away with a thumb. My eyes leapt up to his and I saw a spark of life flare back briefly into his eyes. All but two of the others were still in conversation. They looked at each other but kept silent.

I had him in a corner landing kicks and punches when my luck ran out. With a move I'd seen so often, yet was unprepared for, he shrugged of my blows, grabbed me around the neck and threw me into the corner he had just been trapped in. He landed a string of blows to my ribs and stomach, knocking the breath out of me. As I staggered out of the corner he caught me with a clothesline. My head smacked against the canvas making me see starts then Undertaker's face as he leant down and pulled me to my feet. I was quickly back on the ground when he got me with a snap suplex. I could have countered his ropewalk, but I hated it when people pulled him off so I got to feel the end result instead.

My back and hips were aching and my shoulder was burning from effects of his ropewalk. The only thing keeping me remotely upright was the extra stamina that came with the power. As he locked me in a painful leg lock in an attempt to take out the use of my legs, I realised that I was going about it all wrong. I was fighting like a normal person instead of someone with power. It was time to use it before I lost.

We dodge around the arena throwing bolts of power at each other. Mine are aimed just to keep him back. His, however, are aimed to take my head off. A quick succession of bolts suddenly had me trapped behind the ring steps. Then they stopped. I peeked out but couldn't see him anywhere. Sudden suspicion had me turning around. Sure enough he was right behind me. Leaning down he picked me up by the throat, lifting me off my feet as he brought our faces close together. He jerked back when he found himself eye to eye with a tiger, his grip loosened on my throat and I dropped onto all fours. My tail swishing angrily from side to side. I tried to hold onto myself but I could feel the tiger taking over. Instead of Undertaker I was seeing my next meal. I stalked towards him, muscles tensing ready to pounce. Hoping for a chase and the chance to sink jaws into his throat I roared.

We battled back and forth, getting in glancing blows but doing no serious damage. Suddenly he managed to get me, snagging his claws into my hip when I was off balance from an unsuccessful blow. The pain made my back legs give out and he moved quickly up my back to my neck. His teeth sank deep into my shoulder and my front legs went under the pain. He settled himself onto my back, claws digging in to get a grip, his teeth sinking even deeper into my flesh.

The pain jerked me out of tiger form. His grip loosened from my shoulder and I rolled onto my back waiting for the killing blow. He started forward, then stopped and shifted back into a human. Looking into his eyes I could see that he was mostly back to normal but his eyes kept shifting from the cold emotionless killer to the man I loved.

I was angry with myself. When I'd turned into the tiger I'd come close to killing him when the tiger had taken over. And I could feel the beast trying to get out again. I had to get away from him before it happened. Undertaker started towards me and I let fly with a bolt of power, it wasn't enough to hurt him seriously, just enough to throw him off balance and keep him from getting close to me. I needed some space between us so that I could get back some of my control and also to think.

As I ran away from him a bolt of power hit me from behind. It wasn't a full strength blast but it hurt nonetheless. Rolling back to my feet I returned the favour. My bolt hit him in the chest, blasting him off his feet. Pain lanced through my chest as the bolt hit him. "What the?" Standing back up he let fly with another blast. Slipping to the side I dodged it and sent one back, hitting him in the right shoulder. Once again pain lanced through me, this time in the shoulder. "Okay I'm sensing a pattern here." I cradled my shoulder with my hand. `Pity I can't fight like some of those women on TV'. Then I realised that no one had said that I couldn't. Dodging another lightning strike I decided that I had nothing left to lose so I may as well have a little fun before he decided to end it and with the way he kept slipping it could easily happen.

Undertaker watched with amazement as Raven back-flipped into the ring and beckoned him over. She was a perfect target, standing in the centre of the ring. He raised his hand to strike, then lowered it again and looked at her. Blood was still trickling down her arm from the bite on her shoulder, he'd regretted that as soon as he had done it, wanting nothing more to take her in his arms and soothe the pain away. He walked cautiously towards the ring and climbed in. He was surprised when she let him walk over to her. Standing a hairsbreadth from her he stroked a hand over her wounded shoulder.

Undertaker's lip curled up in a snarl as he heard their voices. I placed a hand on his chest, restraining him from going after them. "I think we'll have to keep fighting or they might have another go at you. Just until we can figure a way out of this." I whispered so only he could hear. "Do you remember those programmes I like to watch? The ones you say are stupid but get annoyed if I forget to tell you they're on." He blinked a yes. "Well I refuse to do the war cry."

He looked puzzled but quickly got the hint when I leapt clear over his head with a forward flip and kicked him in the back. It was a light kick, not enough to take him down, but he went with the blow. He did a forward roll, climbed to his feet and flipped out of the ring. Landing on his feet he threw a small bolt of power at me. We fought our way around the arena, locking up occasionally to talk. We threw power at each other, aiming them close and relying on the other to dodge out of harms way.

I recognised that voice. Stepping to one side I barely escaped as Undertaker threw another bolt at me. I rushed him, dodging wildly from side to side. Reaching him I did a baseball slide through his legs and jumped on his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. "Is there anywhere quiet we can talk?"

"Just get out of the arena and I'll take care of the rest." I kneed him again and raked him in the face. His hand left my neck and I was up and running, after giving him a swift kick in the rear. Hearing a "why you little-" I hightailed it across the arena and started running up the steps. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed Undertaker in hot pursuit and gaining quickly `maybe I shouldn't have kicked him'. I stifled the giggle that was rising in my throat and doubled my efforts. I passed the `Keepers of Light' and carried on upwards. Reaching the top I didn't even slow as I threw myself off the top of the building.

Concentrating on the long drop down I changed the ground into a net, only to have it vanish and be replaced with a dark pool of water. Arms and legs flailing all over the place I went under the cold dark water. Spluttering to the surface I watched as Undertaker floated down with his arms crossed and landed beside the water. `Why didn't I think of that?'

Undertaker eventually caught up with me, grabbing my arm he pulled me to a halt. As I watched he changed the surroundings. A pool of crystal clear water appeared surrounded with wildflowers waving in a breeze. A high wall of cliffs appeared and water started flowing down falling into the pool below. It was absolutely beautiful but not something you'd expect Undertaker to come up with.

I looked back to see the dragon taking up position by the pool. The water moved back into its usual position and sealed us from prying eyes. I walked around the cave, running my hands over the crystals set into the wall. They glowed slightly and were our only source of light. I turned to face Undertaker. He was standing with his back to me, hands on his hips as he looked out through the waterfall. I told him what I thought was going on.

During our two weeks off Undertaker and Kane trained Lacey She insisted that she only wanted to know how to protect herself but it was obvious that she was enjoying the training, especially if it meant getting her hands on Kane. The time passed quickly and it wasn't long before we were back on the road accompanied by a fully recovered Paul.

After the usual explosions started off RAW the lights went off around the arena. Kane's explosions ripped across the top of the ramp. As the smoke cleared the Acolytes, Midian and Viscera was standing, two to each side, under the TitonTron. A bell tolled three times and Paul stepped out onto the ramp, clearly hiding something under his jacket. After a while he brought the object out of hiding and held it aloft. It was the urn.

As the smoke cleared again the crowd erupted as Undertaker and Kane stepped from behind the curtains together. It had been three weeks since we had been seen by anyone and everyone had been speculating about a break in our ranks. They stopped either side of Paul and waited. Lacey and I were next in line followed by Paul's latest recruits; Edge, Christian, Big Show and finally X-Pac.

I ran down the corridor and walked through the curtains. Everyone in the arena was silent as they watched me walk down the ramp towards the ring. Undertaker was standing in the centre of the ring watching my progress down the ramp. Vince was standing beside him looking from Undertaker to me and back again. As I climbed into the ring I kept my eyes on Undertaker trying to gauge his mood. I really didn't want to be telling him my news here but thanks to the ever-present cameramen I now had no choice. His hands went to his hips as I stood in front of him. He was looking over my head, watching the TitonTron as it replayed my statement that I was leaving the WWF. As it finished playing he looked down at me.

"Why, thank you JR. I might just take you up on that." I settled back and watched as Undertaker set about destroying Austin. Taking the small box that Undertaker had given me I opened it under the cover of the desk. It was beautiful. I smiled as I inspected it. A gold band inlayed with rubies that were so dark they appeared black and emeralds that matched the colour of his eyes. The inside of the band was engraved `With my love forever, Undertaker.' Placing the ring on my finger I found that it fit perfectly. I started to remove it then changed my mind. There was no way that I was ever going to take it, or the one to follow, off. I looked up as JR started screaming.

He strolled out of the bathroom and looked at his wife. Raven was standing naked in front of the full-length bedroom mirror looking at her heavily pregnant body. He smiled as he watched her turn to the side and rest her arms on top of her stomach, shaking her head as she looked at herself. He knew it was difficult at times for her. She had made a point of telling him early on that with all the hormones involved she would probably get depressed and very bitchy.

"No, I'm definitely a blimp. All I need is some stitches painting down my sides and you could fly me over the Superbowl." My breath caught in my throat as I watched him as he strolled naked across the bedroom, he was more than a little aroused. Scooping up a bottle of moisturiser on the way he stood behind me. I watched us in the mirror as he massaged the moisturiser into my stomach and worked it over my ultra-sensitive breasts. His hair cascaded over my shoulder where it mixed with my own. His lips roamed over my shoulders and the back of my neck as his hands worked their wicked magic. When I was feeling slightly down about my appearance I could always count on him to make me feel beautiful and loved. The moisturiser served two purposes. It helped me to avoid getting stretch marks and with the way I had grown I needed all the help I could get. It also gave him the perfect opportunity to get his hands on me.

Turning in his embrace I took a firm grip of his erection and stroked him until his head fell back and he started moving against me. "Just hurry home, then I'll be fine." Before I could move away he pulled me back against him and entered me smoothly from behind. My knees turned to jelly and he was the only thing keeping me upright. Bringing me quickly to the point of no return he withdrew. I groaned as he moved away.

Getting dressed I waved goodbye to Undertaker and Kane then settled down to a lazy day of reading and watching TV. I awoke as I was kicked in the stomach. "Ouch. Will you behave? You've got nearly a month to go yet." I looked at the time. "I'm sorry little one. Were you telling me that daddy was on?" I flicked on the TV as RAW was starting. I watched as Lacey successfully defended the Women's Championship against Ivory.

One morning I was awakened in the very early hours as pain ripped through me. It was sharper than any I had felt before. I lay there for a time wondering if I had dreamt it. As the night progressed they steadily got closer together. It was time to wake Undertaker up. I shook his shoulder but got no response. "Undertaker… Love… WAKE UP!!!" He shot bolt upright and blinked sleepy eyes at me.

"Babies have blue eyes when they're born. Then the colour changes." He'd taken after both of us. My black hair and Undertaker's light green eyes. His little fist waved about then made its way to his mouth, where he sucked on it furiously. "Looks like someone's hungry." Under Undertaker's watchful gaze I opened my gown and guided our sons hungry mouth until it latched on. "What're we going to call him?"

When Reaper was old enough we both joined Undertaker on the road. Mainly due to the fact that he kicked up such a fuss when Undertaker was out. Even then it wasn't an obvious fuss. Like his dad, you had to know him well to be able to read the warning signs. By the end of the first day every member of the Ministry was willing to do back-flips to keep him happy. Something that amused Undertaker no end.

Arising early one morning Undertaker prepared breakfast for Raven. She had been feeling tired lately and he wanted to treat her. He smiled as he though of another treat he could give her. Strolling back into the bedroom with tray in hand he found Reaper lying with his head on the still sleeping Raven's stomach. Sweeping Reaper up he spun him around until he giggled in delight. "And what are you doing you little monster?" He placed Reaper on the ground and watched as the little boy staggered drunkenly.

Life carried on as normal for a time but I knew it wouldn't be long before Undertaker would insist that I stay at home. As with Reaper I had no problems with morning sickness or strange cravings, Undertaker got them instead, which I thought was hilarious. I lost count of the amount of time I spent with Reaper or Undertaker, or sometimes both of them, talking to the unborn baby, Damien.

I accompanied her to the ring and stood in the centre while we waited for Chyna to come down. The lights went off and her music started up. Hands grabbed me from behind, spinning me around. Pain exploded through my stomach as something was smashed into me. I fell to the ground and curled up into a ball. My only thought was to protect Damien.

Undertaker grabbed the smaller man by the throat and hoisted him off the floor. "If anything happens to my wife or child I will hunt you down and carve you into pieces so small that they will never be able to identify your body." Drawing back his fist, Undertaker punched Jeff in the face and dropped his limp body to the ground.

"Undertaker, you'll have to have a word with your son." He was propped up against pillows in bed reading a book while waiting for me to settle Reaper back down. Damien, now nine months old, was fast asleep beside him on the bed. Undertaker should have been putting him to bed but had obviously become distracted by a good chapter.